KINPORO, MORII-KIN

[MORII-KIN KINPORO]

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N A M E Morii-Kin Kinporo
N I C K N A M E S Morii, Kin-Kin
A G E seventeen
B I R T H D A T E July 13
G E N D E R male
S E X U A L I T Y pansexual
O C C U P A T I O N currently homeless, ex-prostitute
M A G I C ?

Poison Immunity: Due to reasons unknown Morii is a late bloomer in the category of magic. His Powers are only now starting to show and he hasn't a clue what to do with them. This particular power has not shown itself, simply because Morii has not come into contact with something he has known for certain was poison. He will however be puzzled if or when this is to happen.

Telekenesis: Morii has however seen glimpses of this power. There have been occasions when things that he meant to reach for would simply float over to him. Or other instances where he was really upset and loose objects would fly around the room. When threatened, Morii has also accidentally launched objects those who have caused him to fear. This Gift has not caused much harm to others, and no harm at all to himself, however things are not likely to remain this way.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS
Poison Immunity -- Level 1 -- Class D
Telekenesis -- Level 2 -- Class D

H E I G H T Morii stands at 5'8"
W E I G H T and his weight fluxuates around 140 lbs.
B U I L D His bones are naturally slender, and they give him an appearance of frailty. Morii is fairly toned, his muscles lean. He will never be a bulky boy; and good thing, because large muscles would looks out of place and unattractive on his kind of frame.
H A I R Morii's hair is dark brown in colour. He doesn't generally bother with it's appearance, through he tries to keep it clean. On most occasions, Morii's hair is a tangled mess.
E Y E S A few shades darker than his hair, the boy's eyes are nearly black in colour. Many people find them terrifying at most and unsettling in the least. Morii does not bother with hiding most of his emotions, therefore his slight insanity tends to show in his eyes. His lashes are neither too long nor too short, however they are brought into evidence due to their dark colour.
I D E N T I F I E R S His dark eyes for one. Otherwise, Morii stands out due to how "pretty" he is, even when covered in dirt and his hair standing out in every possible direction.
A P P E A R A N C E Morii dresses as best as he can, while making sure not to stand out too much. He does not want to attract any unwanted attention. But beggards can't be choosers, and even when he dresses very plainly, Morii tends to attract predators. Older men --and some women-- believe him to be vulnerable and an easy target due to his "pretty" face, the instability in his eyes, as well as their assumption that he is physically frail.

L I K E S warm beds (when he is not forced to share them), good books (usually innocent ones), big pillows, most bright colours, having his own space, occasional --but complete-- privacy, yellow flowers, cold food, cooked mushrooms with butter and garlic, comfortable chairs, warm baths, sweets (except for chocolate), boiled eggs, sleep, people his own age or younger, revenge and the philosophy "an eye for an eye", being free and independant.
D I S L I K E S adults, blue eyes (he has found that while blue eyes are nice to look at, most 'evil' people that he'd encountered happened to have them), being touched sensually without his permission, spicy food and other spicy things in general, hot (temperature-wise) food, citrus fruit, dark forrests, being alone in the dark for too long (or with someone he doesn't trust), chocolate.
F E A R S adults, fires, hot objects, spicy things, blue eyes
S T R E N G T H S his ability to take care of himself when he is on his own, his honesty, his strength despite his slight insanity
W E A K N E S S E S his honesty, his slight insanity, his appearance (because it draws unwanted attention)
Q U I R K S Morii will often move very suddenly, or speak up out of the blue...which tends to startle people. He also bites his nails as well as his lip when he's nervous or upset.
G O A L S to never grow up, and to remain independant.
P E R S O N A L I T Y If someone were to meet Morii under generally normal conditions, he would come off as odd and nothing more. However if one were to encounter Morii while upset or in any way unstable he would come off as scary or insane. Truth be told, Morii is not completely sane; past experiences have traumatized him to the point where his mind snapped a little. He is not altogether normal. Morii is also considerable, and surprisingly ruthless. If he were given the choice to kill one of his past tormentors --or all of them as a matter of fact-- he would not hesitate doing so. Morii is also quite impulsive and unpredictable. All of these aspects form the personality of someone who is quite the hand full if not treated properly.

F A M I L Y
Kigone Kinporo -- deceased -- biological father
Seehlia Kinporo -- deceased -- biological mother
Jahkobe Prenton -- 52 -- past adoptive father
Taree Prenton -- 42 -- past adoptive mother

P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Goshan, Wyeshing
H I S T O R Y
Morii-Kin was born into a poor fisherman's family. His father was gone from sun-up to sun-down, catching fish, seaweed, and any shells he could get his hands on. Their evening meal very much depended on what he could and could not catch. Once Morii was old enough, he helped his mother with her craft. Seehila Kinporo made carpets. This little addition to their income helped them get by, year by year.

Though they were poor, the small Kinporo family was happy. However Morii would soon find that happiness was not to be his in this life. Some days after his sixth birthday, Kigone Kinporo did not return from the sea as he did every day. He had been lost in the ocean waves.

Morii's mother soon followed him to the grave, slicing her wrists in her grief then allowing her lifeblood to soak into a half-finished carpet of navy and azure wool. The young boy, having been exhausted from long days of grief and hard work, had slept through his mother's death. He found her the next morning.

The boy was carted off to the orphanage, taking with him the few possessions he owned. There he learned that not all adults were as kind and loving as his parents had been. At the orphanage continued Morii's lessons on how harsh life can be. While stuck in this prison of cruelty, Morii met another young boy. Yuki had it worse than himself, due to having been born with a much prettier face, a much frailer body, as well as a softer personality. Yuki was not an orphan at the home; he was the personal slave of one of the staff members. Over the four years that they were there together, Morii grew to like Yuki quite a bit (though not romantically), Yuki became a sort of anchor for him, while he was close to losing himself in a sea of distrust and hatred. The progress Morii had made on trying to trust others was lost however when Yuki's owner decided to sell the boy.

Some months later, the orphanage burned to the ground, and when the other homes in Goshan were too full to take them in, he and the surviving children were moved to Nagise. There half of them were separated into varying orphanages, while the prettier half were sold as slaves.

Morii however was a slave for no longer than a day, as he was bought by a man who said he had a much better use for him than making him a servant. The man who had bought him was running an illegal brothel in Niendra, near the border with Wyeshing, and the innocent boy was brought there. At the brothel he received numerous lessons on how mean and selfish adult men could be; Niendran men particularly. This is were Morii lost another piece of his sanity, and grew to fear the sight of blue eyes.

The brothel was eventually found out and raided. Morii was once again taken to an orphanage, though this time to one on the Niendran side of the border. There his mind eventually snapped. While the staff at the orphanage in Goshan had not gone out of their way to be nice, and had sometimes even been mean, the staff in the Niendran orphanage was purposefully nasty. Morii –having the most marvellous luck—got the worst of it. He was after all a boy taken from a brothel where fey activities had taken place, and on top of that he was not Niendran, he was Wyeshing filth.

Morii finally decided to free himself from the adults’ vampiric claws. At lunchtime he stole a sharp knife, and when night fell he made his escape, taking the lives of three staff members on his way out. Since then, Morii has been traveling on his own for a year, free to do as he pleases when he pleases. When he feels that his freedom is threatened and there is no other way to be rid of this threat, Morii will use violence to ensure that he will never be someone’s possession again.

He did not stay in Niendra for long, and has mostly been wandering around Wyeshing. Currently he is renting a small room in Nagise, doing odd jobs here and there. Due to his mental instability Morii has a hard time keeping a job, due to others becoming fearful of him, but he is getting by.

C O D E . W O R D -adminedit-
S A M P L E . P O S T (just to show how nuts he is :3 )

Morii Yuki was seated on the edge of his bed, face in his hands. He rubbed over the skin of his cheeks, his jaw, his chin. Feeling for... something. Yuki dropped his hands as if he'd been burned, eyes snapping wide. Tentatively he reached up with a finger, leaving the other hand in his lap, and brushed over the little hairs that'd sprouted on his chin.

He released a yell of anguish, suddenly standing rather than sitting.

No no no no no...

Yuki couldn't grow, wouldn't grow. He would not become an adult, simply would not. Adults were monsters. Liars, self-centered, cruel. He crouched down by his bed and reached beneath the mattress. From there he pulled out a little shoe box, took off the lid and removed a silver blade. The boy then hurriedly rubbed soap over his chin, borough out a little cracked mirror and went to shaving off the small hairs.

Why wouldn't his body just stop? Become frozen in time? It wasn't fair. It really wasn't fair. Yuki's hand gave a slight tremble and the silver blade cut into his jaw.

Eyes went wide as he saw crimson blossom on his pale skin. Yuki dropped the blade and eagerly brushed his fingers over the blood, spreading over the skin. Had he gone mad? Had the years of abuse finally gotten to him? It was quite possible.

Bloody fingers rubbed over where the hair had previously been sticking out of his chin, and he smiled when he found the skin smooth, hairless. Yuki quickly put the contents back into the box and pushed it under his mattress, then made his way to the door.

In minutes he was hurrying down the stairs. He wished he could take them two at a time, but had heard too many stories of people breaking their necks, backs, or other important body parts. Bloody fingers gripped the railing tight, then let go as he hurried over the landing. Soon enough he would burst through the basement doors and down the last flight of stairs.

However, the sight of the adult brought him up short.

Ebony eyes went wide, and a droplet of blood rolled to his chin before dripping onto the floor, just before his feet. The boy stared at the blond male, looking a mess with his skin a little dirty, blood staining his jaw and fingers, his hair sticking out in every direction imaginable. There was a slightly crazed look in his eyes, an expression that was soon replaced by disdain.