Kells MacKessock, from Alas, Babylon: A New Beginning, a roleplay on RPG

Always tall for his age, Kells stopped growing abruptly in his sixteenth year at a height of 6'2. That was one year ago and his skinny, long limbed body has been given time to fill out a bit. Yet since he has effectively been homeless for nine months, most of the muscle on his body is lean and built from quick escapes and running. Kells keeps himself clean shaven and has chosen to keep his hair longer opposed to the short cut his parents favored. As his surname suggests, Kells is Irish. And though he does not have the trademark red hair of the Irish, Kells has numerous dark freckles along his arms and shoulders. After time spent unsheltered, the freckles are less noticeable due to the tan of the sun and his hair is a bright gold-bleached that way as well by the sun. When meeting Kells, the first thing a man would notice would be the firm, calloused handshake. Kells has mid to large, but very strong hands and the second thing would be the grin that meant no harm. A woman would notice, perhaps in jealousy, the bright tone of his hair and then the fern-green gaze smiling at the corners.

Personality

Kells is a bright boy. Perhaps too bright and as such makes jokes that take a few seconds to get. Kells loves to make people laugh as well as being the center. His greatest strength and perhaps weakness is his empathy. Many a time, Kells had been frozen in place by understanding all sides of a situation. It also puts Kells in a position where he worries too much what others might think. Kells is by all means a giver. He cares about people and most anything. He occasionally is quick to take offense and swifter to give it back. Kells sometimes has problems with authority because he expects equal treatment and can speak before he thinks. Someone who might like Kells the best is someone with good character, but much vanity because Kells lauds people as he feels they deserve it, which is often. Someone who would dislike Kells is someone who is insecure about their current position and feels threatened that Kells might take it. An example of a situation would be: A group of friends that has been together for a while or is just formed and most of the group wants to welcome Kells. That person might feel that because Kells can make his/her friends laugh and enjoys the spotlight, they might get pushed out of the circle.

Equipment

Kells brought his cat, Pangerbaum, with him while he wandered. The two couldn't possibly be closer and sometimes it might look as if the cat is whispering something into his ear. Kells sense of style can be dead on or a complete miss- this often leads to laughable confrontations and jokes among friends. Recently along with his affinity with animals developing, Kells' skill with plants has widened as well. In the corner of his room at school, is a trunk with the assortment of trowels, pots, seeds with unidentifiable scribbles, even a bit of dirt, and a opaque blue glass jar of liquid.

History

Kells grew up along the Virginia-Maryland border. As such he wasn't un-used to snow, but the tales of the frigid winters on Rhode Island were slightly unsettling. There are three significant details to Kells' history. His parents practice druidism, his mother was infertile from birth, and he was disowned by his father. When he was twelve, his mother told Kells that he had been left at the foot of his parent's doorstep. The story went that his parents had prayed for weeks before to the goddess of luck, birth, and beginnings, Danu, for a child. It did not seem coincidence that a child with green eyes as deep as the forests of maryland arrived on their doorstep at the beginning of the month of July. As a young boy, he and his parents lived in the countryside on a hydroponic vegetable farm. Kells would wander their vast fields of greenhouses till he reached the forest and spend the whole day exploring. He'd look under rocks and in the stream. He'd climb trees, fall from them, he'd run over hills and scrape his knees when he tripped, but Kells was happy. His parents thought it normal when he'd bring things like froggs and newts home, but they yelled at him when he'd bring home snakes and the large wolf spiders he'd find int he forest. At 16, his father had had enough. He had found Kells talking to their cat, Pangerbaum and watched from the doorway, absent their notice as Kells would meow and the cat would meow back. He told Kells that he was no son of his and he would not tolerate such witchcraft in his house. Looking back, it seemed that the father had never actually practiced with the mother and would be absent sunday mornings and return sunday afternoons. Kells would later find out that the man was a devout christian and had married his mother for her looks and her money, being that it was her family that she inherited the farm from. As he grew into his adolescent years, his mother had instilled in Kells the moral code of the druids that he was taught to follow. The virtues of honor, loyalty, hospitality, honesty, justice and courage (Ask me for the actual code and I can send it to you. I didn't want to fill up my history with it, though). Kells follows as best he can to the moral codes, but has strayed before when lying to his father about the animals he would spend time with or the potatoes he was growing in the forest.