CAPULET, killian akira

[killian akira capulet]

mister killian akira capulet,,
"i have a thirst that i cannot deprive never have i felt so alive"

name; killian akira capulet
nicknames: kill, killi, akira.
age/d.o.b: 22 / 15th april
gang / alliance: divinity & blood diamonds
occupation: king of divinity/guitarist & singer
heritage: american/german
eye color: brown
hair color: black
height: 6'4
weight: 180 (mostly muscle)
piercings: n/a
tattoos: too many to mention all of them. most noticeable a robot themed piece on his neck, cobwebs and a rose on the other side of his neck and a girl with lips sown shut on his left hand

personality is nothing,,
talk has never been so cheap coming from the bombshell sleaze.

likes:

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tattoos
music
guitars
girls
alcohol
hair
screams
kink
dark rooms
intelligent conversations
dislikes:
silence
alcohol
memories
his father
the truth
bimbos
being sober for more than a few hours
lectures
thinking
bright lights
strengths:
amazing musical talent
extremely loyal
super strong physically
weaknesses:
alcohol
that certain girl
guitars
flaws / quirks:
alcoholic
quick tempered
very violent
addictive personality
personality:

Killian has been described as many things. Most of which are no real reflection on his true personality. Sure they might hit upon certain truths about him like he can be sweet and he does have a good sense of humor but he is also violent and will drink himself into oblivion on a daily basis if you let him. To put it simply, nothing about this boy is simple. The years have changed him, each passing day leaving it's own little mark on him. Most of which he has chosen to represent physically on his skin, sometimes covering real marks left by the situations he's found himself in. He is neither all good or all bad yet i cannot say he is a mixture of the two. It's almost like a Jekyll and Hyde persona.There are two very separate Killian's with two very different ways of behaving. Admittedly sometimes the lines that divide these personalities blur slightly and these times are the most dangerous of all for one false move could be the last you will ever make.

If you meet Killian in a good mood you should really count yourself lucky for you will meet a really nice guy that day. He is incredibly laid back to the point he might as well be horizontal. There will be a guitar easily within his reach and quite often it will be sat in his lap or be strapped to his body. Talking to him you wouldn't be the first person to be fooled into thinking that he is just an other guy. Warm and friendly and ultimately just out to have a good time. It's times like these he would hold the door open for a little old lady even though most of them do tend to avoid him, it is a common side effect to getting you neck tattooed. This is the Killian who wouldn't quite go out of his way to help a friend in need but if he could do something for them he would. Although many of his close friends would be able to tell you that a mood like this is not to be trusted. Not fully anyway. You see there is often a calm before a storm and with Killian there is no such thing as a passing storm.

Few people would wish an angry Killian on their worst enemy. Although there are a few people out there, mostly those who he has befriended when in this particular state of mind that would. Even the slightest thing can set him off and turn his good mood bad. The transition is quick and his temper short so if you learn the signs you should watch for them and be ready to get the hell out of them when they start to show. Usually the biggest sign of a change in Killian's mood is the bottle of whiskey in his hand and the soft slur in his voice. There is no such thing as one drink in Killian's world. His addictive personality has always forced him to drink more than anyones system should be able to handle. That is why there is often a glazed look in his eyes after he downs his third bottle. The void if his eye signifies the void in his memory that can last for a few hours or a few days. Combine a violent temper with his blackout and it is safe to assume that Killian has more blood on his hands than even he knows about. The frightful truth is that he gets a kick out of hearing that last gasping breath and feeling the last beat of a heart. Horrific, yes but evil? Probably not. Would it be terribly cliche to say he is just misguided and misunderstood round about now?

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history doesn't break you,,
but rarely if it's bad, does it ever truly make you.

hometown:

[/color]Tobe, Ehime (Japan)/LA
family:
Monica Grace Capulet, 42, mother, teacher
Stephen Richard Hammond, deceased, father
Taylah Chieko Capulet, 16, sister, student
pets: n/a
other important facts: madly in love with dakota asher.
history:

Maybe right from the very start it was destined to be like this. A child born as a result of a drunken one night stand surely has no where else to turn than alcohol? But lets not get ahead of ourselves now. In the beginning everything was perfect. Well as close to perfect as Killian Capulet would ever experience. He was born in Japan where his mother had moved to teach English shortly before discovering she was pregnant. There was not much the young teacher could do. She knew who the father was but she didn't know him. She had his number but didn't want to call him. That duty was passed down to her mother back home in LA who arranged everything. Killian was born during spring, a bright optimistic time in a very beautiful country and for the first few years his life echoed this. Days were simple, playing with the other children in the creche at the school his mother thought at before going home and spending time with the only family he knew. If only things could have stayed like that. Killian in his perfect little bubble where his mothers happiness passed onto him and they lived together in a bubble of peacefulness and joy. Clearly that was not the life that little boy was meant to live and at the young age of four a move was made that would prove to be the start of his descent.

The very moment he met his father Killian started to cry. Something about this man just unsettled the child. If only everyone had took notice of this things may have been different. Sadly everyones idea of doing the best they could for the boy was for his parents to be together. They did not love each other but simply tolerated each other. The relationship was what Monica seen as her only chance. No one would want to take her on and raise someone else's child would they? For the first few months it was almost like a normal family. Sure his father barely took any interest in him but that was preferable to what was to come. It started with arguments. Sometimes when he was safely tucked up in bed but sometimes when he was in the room. It didn't make any sense and it scared him to watch his father screaming in his mothers face but he was just a boy. There was nothing he could do. The arguments got progressively worse until one night he heard his screaming and the next morning seen a blue-black bruise on her neck. Over the next year he heard her scream alot and he seen a lot more bruises but the worst were the times he actually seen it all play out. These would later be the first memories of his father to stick in his mind. He grew to cherish the times when he would drink until he could barely stand because when he was like that there was no way he could hurt anyone.

When Killian was six Taylah was born and for the nine months prior to her birth things seemed to get better but of course it didn't last. It wasn't even a month later when it started again. What could Killian do? Instinctively he did what he could do to protect his baby sister from what was going on. That meant he would take her up into her room and spend hours playing with her toys to make sure she was distracted. This was the pattern of his life as he grew up. When he was eight and got his first guitar he would play Taylah songs to drown out the sounds of the now nightly fights downstairs and by his pre teens he was asking his mother to leave. Staying together for the kids was defiantly not working in this case. In his early teen years Killian grew tall and started working out. Maybe it was because he thought it was the manly thing to do or maybe it's because he knew what he would have to do. His temper was short and he often found himself in fights, most of which he would win but would never be blamed for. You see his mother had raised him to be a good boy and that was the image most of the world had of him. At home he still spent his time looking after his sister and then sneaking down the stairs when all fell silent to help his mother clean her wounds. Sometimes if he didn't have Taylah to distract he would find himself stepping in and only once did he fell his fathers fist across his face. That was the last time that man hit anyone. It was also the first time Killian took a life. His mother by this time had gone, Killian had all but demanded she went to his aunt's house where his sister was staying for the night. When they were alone it began. He had never intended to kill but the anger that had been building up inside him for years spilled out of him at that moment and he couldn't stop.

A strange calm washed over him at that moment as he stood over the lifeless body on his living room floor as he called his best friend. He didn't freak out, didn't cry, didn't even flinch when they ask him if he was joking. In fact if you had been there that night you might have even heard him laughing while he waited for them to arrive. They disposed of the body together, somewhere they thought it would never be found and Killian went on with life. Spinning a story about how they had a fight and then his father just walked out. For a few months he really thought they had got away with it but a shallow grave dug by two seventeen year olds was never going to hide what he had done for long. When the body was found attention immediately turned to him and he did confess but so did his friend. No one knew who to believe and after a long trial and going through both teens backgrounds they decided it was more likely to be his innocent friend. They were sent away and Killian got off with it no matter how many times he told people that it had been him no one believed him. He started to develop a reputation for being slightly insane and his violent temper grew out of control. He started drinking heavily to block out the guilt he felt, not for the murder but for his friend. It was only a matter of time before he got caught up in gang culture, with many different gangs feeling he would be a valuable member. He ended up in Divinity simply because he felt like it. There was no real reason for his choice, it just happened. Soon he found himself in a dispute with the gangs original king, as it turned out he was the first gang member to do that and it resulted in a full scale brawl. When Killian beat his predecessor to within an inch of his life he naturally gained more power and respect than he had ever had in his life and became the new king of Divinity.

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let's see what the,,
puppet master will do when strings come undone.

name:

[/color] lawra
age: seventeen
years of experiance: four
password: sky eats aeroplane[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[trevor luke mason]

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Welcome to Los Angeles! Mister Killian Capulet remember to keep alert at all times, and try your best to survive.