Kin.nison -- S.O.S

[Meno]

You think to doubt me
to tarry with a tryst
And oh perhaps I'll nibble
on your wrist
Look deep into my shining eyes
You seem to start
You must know my jaws are lunging
for your heart

____llit.flows.within.youll____

[ N a m e ] Kinnison Skye Odessa-Silver
[ N i c k n a m e ] Kin, on most occasions. Skye on the offbeats.
[C o u n t_ t h e_ D a y s] 6570 Days, 45 minutes, 27 seconds and 18 years breathing.
[ G e n d e r ] Male, let'cha check, if you ask nicely.
[ T h i s o r T h o s e ] Both, please.
[ B i r t h P l a c e ] Johto Region :: Violet City
[ B i r t h d a t e ] November, 15. 11/15

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Western Zodiac Sign: Scorpio :: the scorpion
Western Zodiac Element and Stance: Water :: Fixed
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse 馬
Chinese Zodiac Element: Yin Metal 金

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Blood Classification: A-
Blood-ties:

Flik Odessa-Silver :: Father :: Age: 60 :: Status: Alive
Leona Odessa-Silver :: Mother :: Age: 52 :: Status: Alive

Dangerous Ambition: Kin isn't the most ambitious of people, not yearning for glory or to prove himself, simply to assemble a decent team, for slight protection purposes, taking it as a hobby more than anything else. Trainer, would be the vague suit for this matter.

____lllet.it.outll____

__e.n.j.o.y.a.b.l.e.s__

_A more than odd fetish, perhaps frightening in others eyes, but, despite that, Kin has always had this affinity for the vibrant red liquid, its taste, its color, its importance to the human body, such a fascinating, yet such a crucial substance, even though it is often over-looked when lost in small portions. This is isn't portrayed easily, but he does harbor a keen interest for the vital fluid. A, B, O, positive or negative, really just frivolous classifications.

_Bewilderment, mysteries, secrets, human enigmas, Kin has a love for un-covering such truths, people mysteries being the main aspect of this attraction. He seems to revel in people who have a tendency to keep their distance and secrets away from others, it un-earths sudden urges to actually uncover untold secrets, call him nosy, but who can resist a good mystery?

• _Piercings
  
• _Thunder storms
  
• _Full Moons
  
• _gullible personals
  
• _free things
  
• _Mystery Novellas
  
• _The feeling of dominance
  
• _Rage Candy Bars
  

__l.o.a.t.h.i.n.g.s__

[ U n - b e n e f i t f u l _ S i t u a t i o n s ]_To be frank and without sugar coating anything, from time to time, Kin can come off as incredibly lazy and inconsiderate, rarely offering to help others unless he is positive that something will benefit for him in the end. Yes, this does come off as selfish air, but Kin just believes in the philosophy of equivalence, he sees no need to give without getting in return, not exactly fair, ne?

[ D e c i e t ]_Of course, men don't come without some sense of hypocrisies, this can be the main aspect for that, on Kinnison's side. Despite him being quite the persuasive and sly soul, this specific red-head doesn't quite enjoy the same thing done unto him. He enjoys the feeling of command, leadership, or dominance as one can put it, he thralls on the fact that he's leading the whole situation, may it be subtle or obvious. However, when attempted to try this on Kin, he certainly won't take the kindest reaction towards this, may it be subtle or apparent.

• _Cheap Liquor
  
• _Fruit Juices
  
• _Being used
  
• _Deep-sea Diving
  
• _The words 'stop' and 'no'.
  
• _Suspicious judgments
  
• _People in Denial // When People Feign traits
  

[ ^{d a u n t l e s s} ] _Confident to the point of possibly subtle arrogance, Kinnison isn't the one to cower or stutter in most awkward or fearsome situations, he has a tendency to dislike showing forms of weakness or submission, and usually does everything in his power to never falter, and portray something flawless. Even if fear can somehow snake its way into Kin's mind, he'll often surpress the thought and pretend it is just an illusion, he comes off as extremely confident and bold, absolutely sure of himself and the actions and expressions he might procure.

[ ^{a m e n a b l e} ]_Not to be confused with amendable, mind you. Kin has a fairly open-mind, willing to listen to others suggestions and ideas, possibly slightly analytic against such suggestions, but that surely doesn't mean that Kin is righteous on his own ideals, he can often seem more flexible than judged at first. Even though quiet on such traits, Kin can be quite the listener on those rare, though I'm sure if you told anyone this the consequences may be a bit bloody. Besides that, when this trait isn't in demand, Kin takes it upon himself to be quite the persuasive soul, no exactly implying the King of Charms, of Kinnison can do well as holding up a fair side of an argument.

[ ^{f l i r t a t i o u s} ]_Young, and daring, Kinnison surely doesn't want to outlive the best time of his life with no fun, wouldn't that just be icky? Of course it would be. Thus, Kinnison takes every opportunity for 'fun', playful and frisky, Kinnison isn't afraid to make passes on total strangers, as long as their good-looking and posses a human body [give our take for our special 'morphs] Kin won't hesitate to hand out a compliment or two. He's never really been the guy meant for commitment, simply because no one has interested him in such a profound manner, yet, but suggestive euphemisms or subtle nicknames are something like a second skin to Kinnison.

[ ^{d e v i l - m a y - c a r e} ]_Just not a whole lot. It is true, Kin has fallen for the sin of Sloth on many occasions, and when provoked further, he can easily be seen as a lax, if a not lazy soul. Insensitivity towards lending a hand is a bad aspect of his, of course, he dislikes moving his weight around for other people, especially if it is fruitless in the end on his side. It is rare that Kin would actually lend his aide for no other reason then blind compassion, though this doesn't mean it is is off his radar, just a rarity among his arsenal of mannerisms. He enjoys the constant leisure of lazy days, sleeping in, the whole brouhaha of it all, he isn't the type that always has to be up and moving twenty-four seven. Remember, may care, not always.

[ ^{d e l u s i v e} ] _As mentioned beforehand, Kinnison can be a pretty crafty individual if the time ever arises for this certain skill. It is as if he likes to brandish this type of deceit consistently, the matter of the fact is just that he can, and knows how to well enough to get along in this world for enough benefits from his point of view. Both persuasive and charismatic, these traits blended together could possibly be quite the deadly tool, however Kin rarely expresses both of these things so openly and earnestly, unless, of course, it is some form flirting which is involved, which a whole different matter within itself. Such skills are commonly unsheathed for the aforementioned subject, and certain unfavorable circumstances where being deceitful and sly are needed skills for survival.

____llscarlet.drops.of.lifell____

__h.a.i.r__

Possibly one of the most rebellious and unruly hair styles ever, Kin's hair seems to act in such sporadic ways and lay where ever it pleases, ignoring the fact of what irritation it causes. Though it is possible to tame such an unruly mane, even if it is ever so slightly, when a comb is taken to such a style most of the sections of hair are able to face back, as if the style was windblown. Free strands curl his facial features, and with no visible hair line, the long section of Kin's hair owns the highest part of his skull, starting as a vertical fauxhawk style, but then slowly fading into more of a slicked back, longer strand which sticks out from the rest like an outlier.
It color, though not as odd as the style itself, is still pretty rare in the hair cosmetology industry; a robust and vibrant scarlet red, it surely isn't the most quiet of colors, but Kin finds it suiting enough for someone as such as himself.

___e.y.e.s___

Surely not as fascinating as the aforementioned subject, Kin's eyes hone to un-touched Summer Sky Blue, which is, once again, very fitting as Kin would say, referring to his namesake. However, besides the color, the eyes themselves are nothing spectacular, moderately lashed of a dark shade, while portraying more of a narrower shape than most eyes.

___p.h.y.s.i.q.u.e__

At first glance, Kin appears thinner than average, even possibly lankly and frail. But, as always, looks can be deceiving, of course not eating as much as everyone dictates may be the source of such a physique, but underlying muscles hide under Kin's clothing. They aren't nothing spectacular, though lithe and sharply cut, it isn't exactly something he'd flaunt daily, these results showing from past labor. He should be thankful for it, somewhat, the work maintaining a least visible build, and that he just didn't end up as skin and bones.

Aside from that, like most red-heads, Kin's skin tone is the common lackluster pale, peach hues nor darkened tan showing anywhere. Slightly pointed ears, and elongated neck, Kin has rather refined features, not like he knows this, however.

__c.l.o.t.h.i.n.g__

Kinnison isn't exactly that specific individual to make a statement with his clothing, he was never the one to set a new trend or follow along with one neither. Being the lethargic person his is, half of the time he'll just throw one whatever is the most comfortable, clean and accessible piece of clothing at that moment, though he does have a slightly vain choice on what appears to look 'good', or not, he does want to appear decent to the world, at least
Colors usually range from blacks, grays, vibrant reds, dark maroons and the occasional white or silver.

____llnever.tasted.so.sweetll____

__B.a.c.k__T.r.a.c.k__

Johto Region, Violet City, possibly the most dull, lifeless and boring of cities ever fabricated all of the existing Pokémon World. Or so it was in Kinnison's eyes. It was memorable like Pallet Town, it was fanatic like Goldenrod or Celadon, it wasn't exotic like Cinnabar. No, it was just it, a city nothing more, the only attraction being the Academy and Bellsprout tower, which were incredibly dull attractions, mind you. Would you really take School and a giant Temple for Monks as fun attractions? Kinnison sure didn't, and probably never will. Oft thoughts of actually burning that retched eye-sore of a tower passed through the red-head's mind, but that's not of importance right now.

It had been a stormy November, the whole month, Violet City had been bombarded by constant rainfall, crashing thunder and blinding lightning, often razor swift winds would follow suit. It was surely not a lucky time for the small city in Johto, and only as irony would have it, Kinnison Skye Odessa-Sliver had been born in the mid-way mark in November, and thus could only be dubbed as a child harboring ill luck, or possibly irony wasn't a factor and coincidental fate had come into play. Either way, Kin had been brought into the world on that ugly evening, lightning streaking the sky, symbolizing new life and death, in a blink of an eye. Either ill-fated or salvation child, it didn't matter, it was a beginning, that was all anyone assumed. His parents, the medicals, the world itself.

Kinnison had been like any other child, the ignorant bliss, the young naivety, the brooding teenage hood, it was all there and accounted for, per usual. However, at a young age, Kin --like most children of Violet-- was enrolled to partake in the teachings of Earl's Pokémon Academy. Now, for some children this was a great opportunity, they were ecstatic to learn about the species known as Pokémon. And then there was people like Kinnison, who couldn't care less, slacked off, and found goals in not making an effort. It wasn't that he hadn't begun to learn anything, oh no, actually he learned quite a lot from that eccentric teacher of his, the focusing problem was that Kin wasn't the person to actually care about these kinds of dealings. Despite his parents constant nagging and disappointment, having perfectionist parents probably was the worst thing to ever happen for Kin, being the lethargic person he is. Not to mention their constant attempts to mold his life the way they had wanted it, never taking 'no' for an answer, Kin's independent side was always deeply rattled at one point or another.

Not only was the Academy a trivial matter in the red-head's life, but his parents were the 'faithful' type, and took it upon themselves to drag their son along whenever they would visit the Bellsprout Tower to pray, and converse with the monks. These sections of Kin's memories are probably far worse than the Academy could've ever been, sitting still for hours, in complete silence, Kin may not have been an ADHD case, but that wasn't exactly his ideas of fun. Never was and never will be. He always had recurring thoughts back then, to destroy the tower, however being in such a small town, it wasn't likely he could get away with such a feat, innocently. Thus, these destructive thoughts of Kin's past were quickly shunned aside.

His parents had taken their lives at a much laxer rate then most couples, they had waited quite awhile before they decided to conceive a child, and thus by the time Kin had reached Sixteen they were far older then most parents, nearly reaching [or qualifying] senior status. And thus, retirement came quick for them, and being the quiet, yet persistent people as they were, longed to move to an even smaller village, in spite of Kin's abhorrent disgust of the the suggestion. In retrospect, he had no choice really, his freedom was limited for the years he spent with his parents, it pissed him off to no end.

Starting off at such a young age, it didn't take too long before Kin had graduated from Earl's Academy [having to repeat a couple classes or so, mind you]. This was vital, his parents saying he had to make this step in his life, and as always, Kinnison had no say, he had learned to deal with that much by then. After which, Flik and Leona made no hesitation to get on with the move that they longed for. No Goldenrod, nor even a Olivine, the choice of the two senior parents had been Mahogany, which Kin dreaded deeply. All that city had was Rage Lake, still better then a giant useless tower, but still nothing near Kin's likings.

After leaving Violet, and quickly settling in Mahogany, it was too long before Kinnison became antsy, a young teen living with two elders who found sleeping as passing the time, wasn't exactly a a well-built environment. Of course, Kinnison had his own passion for lazing around and procrastinating, but this was far too much. And, like most teenagers, they found the most interesting thing they could find and divulged in it, may it be good or bad. This first factor of amusement in Mahogany were the ever popular Rage Candy bars, which Kinnison quickly grew a fondness for, while the second form of entertainment had sadly been Team Rocket, going under the alias of Skye while in their presence.

They had silently moved into Mahogany, setting up a residence in the local shop, selling illegal products, their most famous being the Slowpoke Tail. At the time, Kinnison wasn't all too knowledgeable on the subject of Team Rocket, and Pokémon brutality, and found affiliating himself with them as some sort of a game, and interesting adventure, and mystery to solve, and the like. Unfortunately for Kin, all he ever really did was carry boxes around and other manual labor of the sorts, it wasn't until he actually questioned their actions did the going get interesting.

After questioning their methods, one of the lowly grunts made no sign of reluctance to scare the poor boy with the given Pokémon of his own. In a blinding flash of white, a small purple snake had taken form, red tongue lashing out, hisses rumbling from its throat, it was then Kinnison had known he was defenseless, and the fact that he had nothing to defend himself with angered him to some point of fright. Luckily for Kin, the grunt made no signal for the snake to attack the red-head, let alone left this one chance as a warning.

It was from that point that Kinnison had actually pondered what he would do with his life, which roads he would take and the like. Team Rocket quickly disbanded from Mahogany due to one child's heroic effort and the aide of one of the Elites, which left Kin back in the rut with his parents. However, now, he had somewhat of a plan, he knew now that somehow he would have to obtain his own form of protection, Pokémon that is. Which was pretty ironic, seeing as he felt as if he'd never use the information he gathered from the Academy Teachings.

There had been many regions Kinnison had learned and heard about, Kanto, Sinnoh, Hoenn, but than their was Soaeniin, a region where Kin hadn't heard many stories from, as if its true potential was left dormant. And with being left with only his thoughts [and a Rage Candy bar or two] it didn't take Kinnison long to devised an impulsed plan in the small house in Mahogany, the only hard part would be getting around his parents. His biggest ordeal.

This was when those sharpened deceit skills came into play, it took some time, but Kinnison managed to convince his over-bearing parents that he would never utilize the information he had left the Academy with if he never left on his own 'journey' or so to speak. Of course, thrown in with the over-used 'I'm grown up now." And 'I'll visit and write whenever I can.' Which had been fairly easy lies to pull off, especially to aged ears.

And the rest of this history can be predicted fairly easily, next steps of boarding the S.S Corina, and from their Soaeniin Region would hopefully provide the excitement Kinnison Skye Odessa-Silver had always longed for.

Roleplaying Example: From Kairuu~

[Alli]

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