Post by Kalem Zell on Jun 28, 2014 12:21:05 GMT -8
Name: Kalem Zell
Age: 23
Race: Human
Origin: He was the son of stay at home wife who did what she could to earn extra money, and his father worked at a plant keeping things maintained. Things were hard for his parents but they loved each other deeply. When Kalem was just one, however, his mother passed away due to illness. Left with only his father he left him in the care of young female baby sitters. When he was two he started to show a very unique aptitude for technology and how to use it. The baby sitters would often tell Mr. Zell, who was now a handsome widower of 27 all about how smart his son was and how well he could do things. At first Mr. Zell though nothing of it till he came home one day and the baby sitter was watching as Kalem used the tablet to make appliances around the house dance and move with music the baby sitter was playing. It was then that Mr. Zell knew his two year old son was a perfect candiate of the Titan project he had heard so much about at the plant. He quickly took his son to researchers who approved his status on the Titan Project.
Personality: Kalem is far from the most socially correct person. His mind revolves around only technology and his use of said technology. He gathers data from everything he sees, and often sees real objects and real people as a waste of time. He can be rude, sharp, and in your face about facts. He's confrontational and many believe that too much of his work was programmed into him before social skills. Either way he can be very rough around the edges, but deep down he has a good heart and only wants to advance technology to see how far he can take it. He is always honest and open but that doesn't mean it's a good thing.
Ethnicity: English, as well as French, Northern Irish (Scots-Irish), Scottish, Welsh
Appearance:
Standing at an impressive 6'2" with a well defined chest, abs, and broad shoulders, Kalem can be quite an intimidating specimen. His icy blue eyes accented by the lush thick eyebrows seem to gaze deep into your very soul. You can usually find him in a comfortable tshirt, jeans, and a jacket with stuff shoved always into his pockets. Everywhere he goes he always have a lot of tech on him. His brown hair has a few strands of dirty blond streaks that come out brilliantly in the sunlight. He has a muscular but thin frame, and though he does make time to work out he usually prefer just to jog while he plays with tech designs.
The music was bumping behind him, dark slow and tragic almost behind the young man in such a beautiful way till they slowed and stopped. Track change... a pause in his work to close his eyes. The next song that played though was faster, and though it was still dark. A sly smirk spread on the young man's lips. "Oh?"[/color] his voice was smooth and sultry. "Is that a challenge, my dear?" he cocked his head a bit, ice blue eyes glinting in the light of his computer before he slowly stretched his shoulders back, giving them a roll and re situated himself at his computer.
"A challenge it is then, Missy!" he called the words out loudly, referring to his tablet in such a strange affectionate way. But that was just Kalem, his tech meant more to him than anything else in his life. His fingers moved even faster now, matching the tempo of the music pouring from the speakers near his bed. Another two hours drained away his soul as his fingers mercilessly assaulted the keyboard. Finally he closed his eyes and let his head drop back in pure exhaustion. Finished. It was finished.
With a groan he forced himself to sit up and save his progress. It would be a suck day if he had lost all of that work. His tablet was still playing music as he rose to give his back a stretch. "Miss Mayhem.. Bed time music, please." he called over to it, his hands reaching to his clothes to start pulling them off till he was in just his boxers. His tablet lit up on his command and switched the music to classical violin. He allowed his body to tilt and free fall onto the comfortable bed, uncaring that he had been locked away in his room and hadn't showered in three days. Nor hardly ate.. but at this moment it didn't matter. The bed was calling his name as he let his body fall upon it.
The cool of the sheets pressed to his bare skin as he moved to push himself further under the blankets only welcomed him more. "Miss Mayhem... air please." he commanded the tablet, its screen lit up and the air conditioning switched on. "Bed time settings." he called out again and the AC cranked itself up to really make the room cold, letting him melt into the thick covers as he pulled it to himself with a yawn. "Goodnight Miss Mayhem.." he called out, his eyes half open as the screen lit up again with the command. "Goodnight, Kalem." the tablet called to him, making him smile a bit before finally closing his eyes to rest.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Origin: He was the son of stay at home wife who did what she could to earn extra money, and his father worked at a plant keeping things maintained. Things were hard for his parents but they loved each other deeply. When Kalem was just one, however, his mother passed away due to illness. Left with only his father he left him in the care of young female baby sitters. When he was two he started to show a very unique aptitude for technology and how to use it. The baby sitters would often tell Mr. Zell, who was now a handsome widower of 27 all about how smart his son was and how well he could do things. At first Mr. Zell though nothing of it till he came home one day and the baby sitter was watching as Kalem used the tablet to make appliances around the house dance and move with music the baby sitter was playing. It was then that Mr. Zell knew his two year old son was a perfect candiate of the Titan project he had heard so much about at the plant. He quickly took his son to researchers who approved his status on the Titan Project.
Personality: Kalem is far from the most socially correct person. His mind revolves around only technology and his use of said technology. He gathers data from everything he sees, and often sees real objects and real people as a waste of time. He can be rude, sharp, and in your face about facts. He's confrontational and many believe that too much of his work was programmed into him before social skills. Either way he can be very rough around the edges, but deep down he has a good heart and only wants to advance technology to see how far he can take it. He is always honest and open but that doesn't mean it's a good thing.
Ethnicity: English, as well as French, Northern Irish (Scots-Irish), Scottish, Welsh
Appearance:
Standing at an impressive 6'2" with a well defined chest, abs, and broad shoulders, Kalem can be quite an intimidating specimen. His icy blue eyes accented by the lush thick eyebrows seem to gaze deep into your very soul. You can usually find him in a comfortable tshirt, jeans, and a jacket with stuff shoved always into his pockets. Everywhere he goes he always have a lot of tech on him. His brown hair has a few strands of dirty blond streaks that come out brilliantly in the sunlight. He has a muscular but thin frame, and though he does make time to work out he usually prefer just to jog while he plays with tech designs.
The music was bumping behind him, dark slow and tragic almost behind the young man in such a beautiful way till they slowed and stopped. Track change... a pause in his work to close his eyes. The next song that played though was faster, and though it was still dark. A sly smirk spread on the young man's lips. "Oh?"[/color] his voice was smooth and sultry. "Is that a challenge, my dear?" he cocked his head a bit, ice blue eyes glinting in the light of his computer before he slowly stretched his shoulders back, giving them a roll and re situated himself at his computer.
"A challenge it is then, Missy!" he called the words out loudly, referring to his tablet in such a strange affectionate way. But that was just Kalem, his tech meant more to him than anything else in his life. His fingers moved even faster now, matching the tempo of the music pouring from the speakers near his bed. Another two hours drained away his soul as his fingers mercilessly assaulted the keyboard. Finally he closed his eyes and let his head drop back in pure exhaustion. Finished. It was finished.
With a groan he forced himself to sit up and save his progress. It would be a suck day if he had lost all of that work. His tablet was still playing music as he rose to give his back a stretch. "Miss Mayhem.. Bed time music, please." he called over to it, his hands reaching to his clothes to start pulling them off till he was in just his boxers. His tablet lit up on his command and switched the music to classical violin. He allowed his body to tilt and free fall onto the comfortable bed, uncaring that he had been locked away in his room and hadn't showered in three days. Nor hardly ate.. but at this moment it didn't matter. The bed was calling his name as he let his body fall upon it.
The cool of the sheets pressed to his bare skin as he moved to push himself further under the blankets only welcomed him more. "Miss Mayhem... air please." he commanded the tablet, its screen lit up and the air conditioning switched on. "Bed time settings." he called out again and the AC cranked itself up to really make the room cold, letting him melt into the thick covers as he pulled it to himself with a yawn. "Goodnight Miss Mayhem.." he called out, his eyes half open as the screen lit up again with the command. "Goodnight, Kalem." the tablet called to him, making him smile a bit before finally closing his eyes to rest.
