Darrea Kal
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TOMORROW, TOMORROW & TOMORROW!!!| basics
Darrea Micheal Kal
“forever has no meaning when your living in the moment”
CHARACTER’S FULL NAME: Darrea Micheal Kal
NICKNAME(S): Deo or Kal generally
GENDER: Male
DOB: March. 8st, 1990
AGE: 18
ECONOMIC STATUS: Darrea spent the majority of his life alone at home while his father and step mother were at work. His family has been sitting on a large fortune for the last few generations so life has never been hard for him or his family. The only hard part in his life was when his parents divorced and his mother and his twin moved to Palm Beach. His parents were both very forgiving during the divorce and still stay on friendly terms so he sees his twin every so often. His father is a well known lawyer and his step mother is a plastic surgeon. So despite the fact his mother took half their money his parents still rake in a lot of money.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
YEAR: 2nd year
MAJOR: Political Science
MINOR: Global Economics
EDUCATION PRIOR TO BEAUMONT ACADEMY: Attended St. Mary's Private School K-12.
FULL OF SOUND AND FURY!!!| the outward particulars
FACE CLAIM: None
NOUVEAU OR LEGACY: Legacy
HAIR: Naturally blond, died black
EYES: Cerulean Blue though from an angle they look almost black
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6'1, 137 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Fairly lean and slightly muscled. Darrea only engages in sex and running as his physical activities to keep him in shape. Fortunately, he engages in much of both to keep him thin and fit. He doesn’t care much for hard work and since these things come so easy to him, it’s likely that it’ll be his only source of exercise for a long time to come.
FIRST IMPRESSION: Meeting Darrea is like meeting someone you would gladly allow to kidnap you. He’s got a sly way of giving you his patented once-over while managing not to upset you in the slightest that he just undressed you with his eyes. He’ll proceed with all of the formalities, going on about just how nice it is to make your acquaintance. Though he doesn’t really care who he meets, he a flirt through and through but a charmer all the way, he can flirt with even the sraight guys and usually manage to not upset them. It’s all a fun little charade, especially when there’s nothing to be gained and there’s no denying that he thoroughly enjoys it. The bright afterglow of his presence lingers even after he is long gone.
THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT!!!| the intricate parts
PERSONALITY:
`Obscene: “You know, I like dirty words. I like dirty words and dirty talk and all of that. When brazen expressions are thrown around, I don’t flinch or cover my ears. I join in! Some might deem me the King of Indecency and that is perfectly fine by me, I embrace that title like a treasured toy. Don’t misconstrue my sense of decorum, however. I do tame myself in certain companies, namely school officials and professors. Though, tame only means that I refrain from sexual innuendos involving myself and any word I wouldn’t say in front of my mother…which tallies up to merely one word.”
`Imaginative: “Oh alright, you’ve caught me. I do live entirely in a world of my own making, credited to my overactive imagination that influences nearly everything I encounter. Do I play secret spy when I’m all alone on the estate? Yes, I do. Do I pretend that I’m in a movie scene as I get ready for school? If it passes the time. Sometimes my imagination does get me into trouble but mostly, I use it for powers of good. Like, say, I don’t know…daydreaming about having a good lay with that cute girl or guy in my calculus class. Aside from that, I’d say I’m one of the most creative students in my year, which can only be because of my ability to visualize nearly any problem and create a solution.”
`Mocking: “I’m afraid that sometimes, I’m just a rotten person. There are days where I don’t want to listen to anyone’s nagging or pathetic self-pity parties. But I don’t just subject certain people to this treatment. If I’m going to be contemptuous then you better believe that everyone will receive fair treatment. Though that egalitarian ideal there can run me into some minor snags. For example, who knew that female professors were so sensitive about their biological processes? I mean, I was being sarcastic. I thought that was fairly obvious but then, I think the rest of my peers were laughing too loudly for her to understand that. How rude of them.”
`Persuasive: “Just so we’re clear here, it’s not just a rich thing to want what you want when you want it. Everyone is just like that. The difference between those that get what they want whenever it’s called for and those that don’t is simple: persuasion. The art of persuasion can go a long, long way. I only say this from experience and it’s not always about using your ability for dishonorable means. Although, I must say that I am quite good at getting by when utilizing my own special brand of persuasion for my less-than-angelic ends.”
`Optimistic: “What’s the point in being all Gloom-And-Doom about your life? I never understood that logic or lack thereof. Going about being morose all day just makes things so dull and lifeless. None of that for me, thanks. If anything, I am THE sunny side on the dark side, the greener grass, the silver lining. Sure, people hate me for it at times when I don’t just let them wallow in their grief and wish death upon everything they lay eyes on. Besides, people are more attractive when they’re happy. Nobody likes wrinkles, especially sad ones.”
`Extroverted: “Does it come as any surprise that I’m pretty extroverted? Spur of the moment conversations and chance encounters are my thing. Once I warm up to the situation, which takes about 2.5 seconds, I’m the center of attention. Inadvertently, of course. Nevertheless, I’m the sort of guy that people want to be around. I tell good stories, my jokes actually elicit laughs and on top of all of those outstanding qualities, I’m good looking. People like me and I like people, easy enough.”
`Secretive: “I may be outgoing and social and so forth but I have my limits. My private life is MY private life and intended to be kept private by me unless necessity to do otherwise. So yes, I do keep my trysts to myself. No, I don’t normally kiss-and-tell. In fact, I don’t think I ever have but I haven’t ruled out that possibility just because it might be useful for the future. Either way, I value my privacy intensely and find myself really sore when someone tries to pry into me. If I say leave it be: leave it be.”
`Peculiar: “Interesting makes for good sex. Eccentric types are interesting. I suppose then with those two statements you can see where this is headed. Furthermore, I’m guessing you can deduce who I think the most interesting boy in Spence Academy is? On virtue of sex alone? No, not this time. I’m not nearly as confident in my ability to puzzle as I am my ability to fuck. But it does come close. I don’t know, I like my oddness. The collection of foreign currencies and the little trinkets from India I keep on a bracelet; I love curio like that. Sometimes I feel more defined by my odd habits than anything else.”
`Paranoid: “The downside to my extraordinary imaginative brain has to be the fact that sometimes I’m just a little paranoid. It’s bothersome to be wondering what people think of you or why someone looked at you the way they did but I’m not always looking over my shoulder. On certain occasions, I’m not suspicious of anyone or anything but then, there are always new situations that arise. For example, the fact that my family is wealthy now does bring about a new paranoia of women, especially. They may not all be gold diggers but when they spot a Spence Academy pin; they might as well be.”
`Sensual: “Slave to the senses. A hedonist until death. That’s me. When it comes to intriguing sights, delicious smells and so on, I’m all over it. Whether it’s art or boys or women, or art and boys AND women; a pretty exterior can hold me captive for weeks. Needless to say, that can be a problem on it’s own but nonetheless, I like to overdo the sensually indulgent. My fixation can send me on a chase for constant gratification but that’s really rare. There’s usually something or other to engage me until I find something new.”
LIKES:
debates over coffee
grand pianos
silk robes
wearing loafers
messy hair
accents
challenges
the color black
Japanese art
acrylic paints
Cansei De Ser Sexy
ancient languages
dusty books
large gardens
peppermint
his hair
watching boxing
fencing
easy courses
roads less traveled
M.I.A.
activists
Green Peace
DISLIKES:
Boring conversation
‘emo’ music
people with no sense of direction
conservatives
prudes
anything with feathers
most sports, hand jobs
immaculate rooms
rainbows
over flamboyance
pomp
Hummers
Paris Hilton
Paris Hilton in a Hummer
fuchsia
the smell of oranges
tabloids
stupid advice
STRENGTHS:
provoking indulgent giggles
debating until he wins
fencing
politics
writing mini-manifestos
WEAKNESSES:
headstrong people
boys like train wrecks
151 proof vodka
mathematics
velvet anything
his heart
CHARACTER FLAWS: Can be too flippant to take important things seriously, major neurosis, talking over anyone he thinks is unimportant, asserting his opinion when it’s not needed.
ECCENTRICITIES: Blinks rapidly when he’s nervous, drums his fingers along the edges of his desk, occasionally has a little skip in his step, never eats with his hands; uses knife and fork for all foods. He also has a habit of twirling hair when he's deep in though, though it doesn't have to be his own.
TALENTS: Executes nearly perfect arguments, making him a nightmare in disagreements. Eerily accurate at picking out which political hopefuls will run for president. An awesome goalie and defense in soccer while he is also a very talented artist.
THE FAULT IS NOT IN OUR STARS!!!| the tale behind the face
FAMILY
I. Parents; Caroline Kaliska (real mother) Kalvin McNivin (step father) Carmella Cane (step mother) Brandon Kal (real father)
II. Vivian Kaliska (twin)
III. Other Relatives; Grandmother Olivia Kal - 92
IV. Pet(s); a 2 year old chocolate brown standard poodle named Tucker and and 2 year old blue giant poodle named Splash. Both are males and from different litter.
HOMETOWN: New York
HISTORY: Since birth Deo always at least had his sister to keep him company. A nanny looked after then but she was more like a body to make sure they didn't break anything or destroy anything. When his parents were together they were always busy, very rarely did they come home so Deo and Viv were left along for long amounts of time. Deo never minded, his sister was fun and unlike most siblings they never really fought since they both know eachother's boundaries. But when they were in grade 5 their parents got a divorce and against their choice Vivian went to Palm Beach with their mother and Darrea stayed with his father in New York.
Life went on as it was, none of this seemed to effect Deo, he quite enjoyed his time alone and by junior high his grandmother moved in with them and helped him take care of the house. His father was remarried by grade 8 and Deo actually liked this girl. His father was always at work but his step mother took him places, did things with him, like take him to the aquarium and the museum. Because of her he actually turned out okay. In grade 9 he was at the grocery store with his step mom, buying ingredients for brownies when he heard someone singing Apologize by Timbaland. He went and found some guy in the next isle. Deo, never being a modest one, immediately proclaimed that he loved that song and the guy introduced himself as Jacob. Almost immediatly they became friends
All through high school he was a straight A student but he never really tried in many of his subjects. Nothing really caught his attention. The only thing that really ever caught his attention was the debates in English and arguing with his step mother over politics while wolfing down a dish of ravioli that his grandmother made. But when it came to after school activities he had a lot of fun. Jacob and he were always together, well, most of the time, and they always managed to get into trouble so of course that caught his attention.
Of course then when it came to university there was only one place his parents would let him go and that was one of the hardest schools to get into. He was a bit nervous but when his step mother and grandmother said he had to in that tone then he couldn't say no. He was also pleased to hear that his twin would be attending as well. During his first year he still stayed top of his class and say his sister every so often but never really spoke to her. In his second year he is forced to reapply, just as everyone is and like all the other Legacies he was extremely annoyed when he hear they were letting in new students. Even with his arguing skills he wasn't able to change the minds of the administrative staff.
COWARDS DIE A THOUSAND TIMES!!!| the interview
Fingertips tapped along two bony knees as Darrea awaited when he’d be called in next to interview for the school that would apparently make or break his life. His nerves were tense with anxiety and he really hated how he had no say in going to this school for high class cutthroats. But there he was, dressed in his best silk tie and nicest Calvin Klein suit, ready to be dissected by a panel of geriatric school officials all in the name of education. He would have gladly said ‘fuck you’ to this entire ordeal but his father had insisted. His mother had wheedled. His grandmother had commanded. All of which meant there was no room for argument on his behalf, whether he liked it or not. The only bright side to this was that his father had promised him a gold card if he was admitted. Admission meant freedom to buy whatever he could conceive of.
Darrea all but jumped into the air as the receptionist in charge of admitting each student called his name in her dull, monotonous voice. He imagined he’d hate working here too, all these students and probably not one gave this Plain Jane the time of day. Standing, he brushed himself off unnecessarily, perhaps to stave off the jittering of his hands as he followed her into the corridor leading to the room where the admissions were being held. Silence followed them stiflingly, Darrea's own heart being the loudest sound next to their footsteps. With mild alarm, he noted that he had not seen any of the interviewed potential students come back out. Where had they went? Were they killed upon rejection? Maybe they took them out back and…-
“Mr. Kal, please, have a seat.”
The only words that could formulate themselves in Darrea's growing panic were colorful obscenities. For it seemed that not only had they arrived a lot faster than he’d estimated but there was also three times more the officials than he guessed there’d be. Ominous was the only way to describe the sound of the receptionist’s exit, the door slamming with a finality Darrea didn’t like at all. However, he had to make do now because he was awkwardly standing in front of at least twenty officials like a crook caught in handcuffs. Out of the corner of his eye, Darrea spied the lone chair that sat in front of all of them. It looked like an electric chair. He offered a tremulous smile as he walked over and seated himself, his posture rigid out of presentation and fear. Darrea felt like an inmate on death row.
“Thank you,” His voice emerged low and more humble than he would have liked but Darrea had a feeling these old stiffs liked boys who groveled to get into their precious little academy. So, he would be reduced to begging. There were worst things in the world, of that he was sure, but Darrea had a hard time recalling them as he was quietly taken apart by the calculating stares of the people that would decide his fate. What did they expect of him besides eternal gratefulness? Were there special code words he should know? Or maybe they were testing him under pressure, curious to see if he’d crack under the heavy scrutiny?
“Well,” One man cleared his throat importantly, Darrea refrained from rolling his eyes at this assertion of position, “Mr. Kal, we have looked over your academic records and they are all more than satisfactory. You were a participant in many extracurricular activities outside of your classes, the courses you took were all advanced level aside from mathematics, you were named on the honor roll for your entire senior year. In short, you are a good candidate for our school in terms of academia. But that, unfortunately, isn’t all that makes a Spence student. We appreciate intelligence such as yours just as any school would but there is more criteria to entering here than just appearing collegiate on paper. Tell us, Mr. Kal, why should we accept you to Spence Academy?”
If Darrea could have signed with relief, he would have. The question had been anticipated because he’d dealt with the sort before. It wasn’t an easy one to answer in any way but Darrea at least had hopes of answering correctly because he’d heard it in so many other forms before. And so, it was with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he crossed one leg over the other, his hands clasped in his lap to steady himself. Drawing his eyes upward to meet the many gazes in a sweep of his own, he plunged forth into the only answer he knew he’d be able to come up with.
“I, if I may be so bold, am an asset to your school, sir,” Darrea knew that that proclamation alone could get him sent out so fast his head would spin and so he continued on without missing a beat. “For all that my acceptable academic record may present, I’m more than just a clever student. I’m the future, the leader that you can all expect to see leading senate after I leave law school. You can trust that if I’m admitted I’m not going to fade into obscurity, hoping to pass every class and graduate so that I might attain a job as an insignificant corporate cog. Whether you choose to admit me is your decision, ultimately. But I can assure you that my face isn’t one you’ll soon forget. Going without Spence Academy on my way to a seat in the senate would be hardship I’d like to avoid but trust me when I say I refuse to fail. Attending your school will only ensure that I succeed faster than I would at a state university.”
The silence that greeted his response only meant for him to continue and so he did, his back straightening as he met their attention with his own determined perseverance. “My words may sound arrogant and brash. But please understand that the modest get nowhere. I’m not worried about what people may perceive me as, I have a goal and I’m unrelenting in my pursuit of it. Until I reach the pinnacle, I’m going to be proof that Spence Academy turns out only the best. And that is reason enough for me to be admitted, my word that your school will see great things come of my acceptance.”
Whispering had begun rather obviously as the board turned to one another and shared their comments on his words. Darrea could only watch as they decided his fate in front of him, hardly a care that he could almost hear every word passed along to each ear. At last, the whisperings died down enough for one man to speak up. A man who had been on the sidelines of the board and unnoticed until then.
“Well, Mr. Kal, that certainly was bold.”
ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE!!!| all about the puppeteer
NAME: Lust
AGE: 18
CONTACT: friendly.neighborhood.psychopath@live.com
RP EXPERIENCE: Like... 8 years...
OTHER ACCOUNTS: I gave up Vivian's account and share Zara's account with a friend
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Darrea Kal
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« Reply #1 on Apr 25, 2008, 6:41pm » | |
There wasn't much pause with this one, they had seen what he could do last year and he had used this very same argument. "Welcome back to Spence Mr. Kal" the man in the middle said, nodding his head and smiling slightly.
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