Kite. Everything old is new again.

kite-san · Wed Sep 12, 2012 8:10 am

Student Bio/Profile
Name: Kite
Gender: Female
Age: Indeterminate, appears to be mid-to-late 20s
Place of Birth: Unknown. Probably somewhere in California.
Nationality: American by descent, culturally asynchronous.
Hair Color: Brown, dyed purple, used to be worn in a single ponytail low at the back, now occasionally in high pigtails.
Eye Color: Brown
Ethnicity: negligible
Skin Tone: Caucasian, mild body freckling
Pubic Hair: none.

Distinguishing features: The capillaries of Kite's cheeks are somewhat enlarged, leading to the permanent appearance of a slight blush. This had caught some off guard who expect her to be a great deal more meek and diffident than she is usually inclined to be (which is not to say that circumstances where such diffidence occurs do not exist, because they do).

She will studiously, one might even say religiously avoid touching without gloves anything made of glass, including the lenses of her glasses, except in a panic situation. She is socially highly awkward, her background before her time at Shokushu leading her to perceive something like holding hands as far more intimate an act than most forms of sex. When not wearing the school uniform, her clothing choices seem to be the polar opposites of baggy t-shirt and shorts, versus skintight elastics, favouring latex. These two poles of fashion will not generally be mixed, to the point where she is reluctant to wear rubber gloves to do a biology lab class, as this is to her a disruption of the trinary paradigm of uniform/loafing/rubber.

Height: 163cm
Weight: 74kg
Build: Somewhat thick in the shoulders, not terribly curvy, though somewhat healthier than she used to be. In a profound irony, the automated systems of NICE labs put far more effort into maintaining her bodily health than she herself ever did.

Background: Abandoned at a young age, and having spent considerable amounts of time as a homeless whore, somehow her academic capability garnering her a scholarship to an ostensibly prestigious university was an obvious big chance to get away from her past and from a location so stained with agony that she was incapable of seeing anyone there with anything but the deepest of venal hatred, she did not hesitate to accept, and board the boat claiming to go to the island.

She possesses enough knowledge of astronomy to be able to infer that the school is a lot further away from the Los Angeles region than it advertised, and though loathe to admit it, she is quite happy about this fact, and while when attacked by the islands inhuman denizens, she will fight with everything and anything she has available, she is, in fact, not particularly upset about the nature of the school. From her perspective, it is still an upgrade in quality of life, it's still a life fueled by rape, but she's allowed to fight back with anything she can scavenge, and hot baths are readily available. In her first few years on the campus, she quickly developed a handful of close friendships, and a habitual pattern of throwing herself heroically into the path of monsters in order to let one of those friends at least have more of a chance of escape. And for her to have a chance to lash out violently.

She served as Teaching Assistant for one of the chemistry professors, and shamelessly used the chemicals this gave her access to in order to endeavour to better arm herself against the monsters. Additionally, for a time she was Resident Assistant for what was at the time the singular building of student dormitories, and is often disoriented by how much things have changed while she was... indisposed.

She does not truly remember the events immediately leading up to her period of entombment as a biocomputer processor in NICE Labs, merely some disjointed and fragmented images that are extremely painful to attempt to consider in any great detail, and she is not conscious of the fact that she is prone to digging at her own throat with her fingernails when she attempts to do so. All she is certain of is that she has a deep and abiding sense of relief that she can find no signs of the continued presence of the chemistry professor she assisted and exploited, and that there is an isolated stretch of beach at the bottom of the cliffs at one side of the island where she feels the sensation of being unbearably hot, as though standing in a fire, regardless of any actual physical environmental variables.

The campus has changed visibly during her imprisonment, and she feels profoundly out of place as a result, the emotional impact of the changes forcing her to admit that her dormitory on campus evoked a stronger sensation of 'home' to her than any other location. She does not know what, if anything, she intends to do with herself as a result, and intends until she does to fall back on her old standby of learning whatever she can, and trusting stubbornness to keep her going until she finds something to aim for.

Psychological Profile: A mess. Prone to vacillating between torridly over-emotional and sterile hyper-analiticality, the one constant in her emotional makeup is that once she has decided she cares about someone, she will be perfectly willing to sacrifice absolutely anything save someone else she cares about to try to protect them in even the smallest of ways.

Her beliefs are similarly erratic and ill-formed, the core being a dogma she refers to as "The Path of No Regrets," the tenets of which are known to her alone, if even to she, as her inability to explain them coherently suggests that they are not so cohesive as she is willing to claim.

While her insecurities are many and varied, they are difficult to exploit, as being attacked in and of itself is sufficient in her damaged and diseased mind as to imbue her with a sense of worth and confidence.

In similar grounds, psionic or telepathic attack is not recommended. When a mind has been mangled by an entire life of nigh endless rape, botched unguided explorations of the supernatural, forcibly altered by nanotechnological intervention, deliberately riven into separate entities as an externally imposed control mechanism, pheremonally altered by being used as incubator by an unstable xenoform, and exposed on multiple occasions to extradimensional influences, and used as an enslaved processor to a biocomputer cluster for a significant proportion of a decade... it's not the safest place for anyone to be poking around.

Personality: Outwardly brash, stubborn, touchy, and insular, this is largely a shell built up from a history of isolation, and those who get her to warm up to them find instead that she becomes affectionate to the point of codependance, and ridiculously hungry for approval. While in such a relaxed state, she exhibits mildly feline mannerisms, a holdover from the majority of the empathy in her life prior to Shokushu coming from "fellow" stray cats. These are however, merely adopted and ingrained behavioural patterns, she is genetically human, so far as she knows. The stubbornness is a constant, though. Kite considers trust to be sacred, and in fact it is nearly the only thing she feels so intensely about. If she is caused to feel that someone has betrayed her trust of their own volition, not only will she become exceedingly violent in the immediate reaction, it would take extraordinary circumstances for her to give the same individual her trust a second time. (not as damning as it sounds, she's doing a post-grad degree in Shokushu, she's used to manipulative monsters forcing people to do things, to the point where this will be her assumption.)

Additionally, Kite is neurologically incapable of considering a problem as insoluble. To 'give up' simply will never even occur to her as a possibility.

Virgin: By the time Kite understood the concept of virginity, it had been gone so long she could not remember it. Upon coming to Shokushu and finding that part of the post-rape medical package included nanotechnologically restoring the hymen, she developed a habit of piercing it herself immediately, in a futile effort to maintain some sophistric sense of control over her own sexuality.

Piercing or Tattoos: One tattoo, on the inward surface of her left forearm, of a sheathed katana, the sheath showing some cracks, and what looks like a wax seal as if holding the blade in its sheath. Kite is prone to scratching particularly at the seal when stressed but not threatened.

Language: English, various computer languages. Still trying to work out the root language used by school facility computers.

Likes: sharing affection, Solving problems, feeling useful, gastronomic excess/experimentation, fetishistic excess/exploration, math, science, anything intensely logic-based

Activities: swimming, brooding angstily, Doing Science, videogames when available

Miscellaneous: Kite will behave in whatever way she feels is right, with no regard for, or truly, even understanding of what is considered appropriate. Threat of punishment will not deter her (though threat of punishing those she cares for has in the past, and likely will again), and oftentimes, actual punishment itself similarly will not until escalated to a ridiculous degree. How much this will matter now that she can't be caught late at night in the chem labs since she doesn't have a key to them anymore, who can say?

Kite. Everything old is new again.

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