Post by miliat on Sept 5, 2008 6:56:56 GMT -5
Character's Name (Nicknames): Kylan Kinkead
Gender: Male
Age: 164
Apparent Age: {Vampires} Early 20s.
Category: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Equal Opportunity Lover
Family: Human family dead before his change.
Adoptive father and maker, dead in a "freak housefire".
Character History:
Kylan Kinkead was born in London in 1844 to a syphilitic whore and an unknown father. Somehow he came away from the birth a bouncing baby boy, as his mother screamed in madness, and her fellow working girls unsure what to do with the cooing baby. They decided to take him to an orphanage, leaving him on the doorstep, as his mother was dragged to an asylum to die from her disease.
When Kylan, then known as Collin, was six years old, a strange man came in the night to the ophanage. After looking over the other boys he decided on adopting Collin, renaming him Kylan and giving him his last name. Kylan's young life from then on was rather comfortable, every want and desire tended to. His new father, Arthur, was not a native to London, his voice thick with an old Scottish brogue, even using words from an old dialect that no one truly understood. Kylan never questioned the man's odd tendencies, rarely coming out in the day, never eating dinner with him. He was not even uncomfortable with the red crimson eyes in his adoptive father's face. The man was a loving father, but not an affectionate one. He gave Kylan anything he wanted, doting on even his smallest vices.
Then at age 20, Kylan contracted the Scarlet Fever, a year after an epidemic had killed over 10,000 people in England. He was laying there, dying, when Arthur came to him. He knew his adoptive son would not survive the disease, and he could not for his own selfish reasons, let him go. Kylan watched, unable to fight back, as his father brought his mouth to his wrist. A flare of pain even worse than what he felt during his sickness washed over him, as Arthur's razor teeth bit into his feverish flesh. Fire and pain, and he screamed as his father watched on saddened, regretful now seeing how much it was destroying his beloved son.
When the pain stopped the hunger started, a fiery thirst that sent Kylan into a rage. His father tried to calm him, but in his newborn rage he ended up crippling his maker, then in the struggle, an oil lamp got shattered, setting the room, and Arthur in his weakened state on fire. The last memory of that night was his father reaching out a flaming hand, mouthing the words he was sorry.
After that, Kylan became a monster in the streets of London. All he knew was his thirst, and many died at his hands. It took five more years before he could control his thirst, before he regained his mind. He still fed on the people of the city, for Kylan never denied his urges even before his change. Only now, he could acutely feel the pain, the fevered emotions of his victims. It was like as he destroyed them, all their fear, all the shock of dying washed over him. Guilt ate at him and soon, his victims became the evil in the city, and oh there was so much evil there.
Soon, the overwhelming depression that was settled over the city of London became too much for Kylan's sensitivity. He left on a ship, not caring where it took him. It ported in Ireland, a trade ship apparently, and while there, it took on new workers, to replace the ones he had killed on the voyage. One night, after the voyage was back underway, Kylan was feeding on one of the seedier, nastier sailors when one of the new young ship hands opened the door. Instinctually, Kylan attacked him, but soon the whole ship was in an uproar. He left the boy alive, fleeing the ship, and ashamed of himself. He swam, not knowing what direction he was going. It seemed he swam for years.
He ended up in North America, and has been there ever since. Living as a nomad, never staying long in a city. In the early 70's though, his diet of the cruel filth of human society slipped. He was moving through the wilderness when the smell hit him. A smell so sweet, so succulent he could not deny it. He came across a camp of young women, away on a weekend from college. The smell, the maddening smell of the sweetest blood he had ever experienced called to him, and he fell upon her. The whole encampment was screaming, and in the bloodiest, most horrific thing Kylan had ever done, he murdered all the young women. All save one, who stared up at him, blood pooling around her body from the wound he had made. He couldn't kill her, she was too lovely, too innocent, and the horror of her emotions rocked him like an earthquake.
He spent the next decade trying to make it up to Cynthia, trying to teach her how to be a vampire, something he never had the luxury of, but she loathed him. Every night when she wasn't in the blood frenzy, the waves of hatred, sorrow, and revulsion washed over him. Kylan made a selfish decision for his own sanity. He left Cynthia, unable to deal with her disgust anymore.
Kylan moved through the next few decades in kind of a daze, until he found himself in Alaska. He met Tanya, Kate, and Irina, even at one point he had a fling with Tanya. From them he learned that he didn't have to feed on humans, he didn't have to feel the emotions of fear and pai from his victims anymore. While there, he also made friends with the Cullens. For the past 15 years he has stuck to his new diet, happier than he has ever been. He is now heading to Forks, to visit his old friends, to meet the new additions to their family.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Kylan is an empath. He acutely feels the emotions of others, almost as if he is feeling them himself. This can sometimes work to his advantage, but at other times can drive him crazy. It is a strength and a weakness, causing him to make poor choices in the past.
Personality: He's a generally amiable vampire, playful, and he pampers himself now that he can exist among the human populace. He remembers the decadent days of his human youth, and now once again does not spare anything when it comes to material possessions.