Full Name: Kai Emeric Devon



Nickname: Just "Kai" is sufficient.

Age: 22

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Instrument(s): The two main guitars he uses are both made by Ibanez, the first one being a black RGD2127Z and the other is a deep green S5570Q.

Musical style: Kai up to this point has mostly done atmospheric black metal as well as some post metal (usually post black metal), prog metal and some melodic death metal. He works as a session musician, sometimes as a proper member, it all depends on who he's working with and what the project is really. He's been with a post black metal group by the name of The Harbinger for about three years now. He takes inspiration from groups such as Alcest, Les Discrets, Ameseours, Gris, Woods of Desolation, Intronaut, Animals As Leaders, Nevermore. He is capable of being an exceptionally fast and precise player, his long, dexterous fingers seemingly made for quick, clean playing. He has recently decided to take a leap into thrash as an experiment.

Role in band: Guitarist




Personality: Complicated would be a good word to describe Kai. He doesn't talk a lot but when he does he is usually very to the point and tells things exactly how he sees them. He doesn't care to make friends very often and when he does, let's just say that that person has to have the patience of a saint to tolerate him and the will to understand him. The few people he does consider friends have usually known him for quite some time and he is very attached to them - in his own way, as he is aware that is not the easiest person to be around and while he does try to be good with people it is still very much a struggle for him and it shows. When he cares about someone or something, he has a tendency to show it a little differently than most people - the old saying, "Actions speak louder than words." is a good description. His actions, no matter how small will reveal far more than a lot of the words you will get out of him. The problem is that he fumbles for words when it comes to expressing things vocally and so he is often more comfortable with one person or a very small group of people. He's very blunt, logical and always gives the unvarnished truth. If he ever lies it is only on the very rarest of occasions. It isn't that he doesn't care for people's feelings - he does, he just forgets that the straight truth isn't always the most desired response. He's probably not the person you would go to if you needed a shoulder to cry on as most can't imagine him as the comforting type and in truth he probably wouldn't really know what to do in that situation, though he would try. Dealing with feelings is an uncomfortable thing for him, it is too often that he finds that they are too personal, too complex and too overwhelming as it isn't a matter of him not feeling although some others would likely disagree, as it is more often that he thinks he feels too strongly and is unsure how to proceed so he doesn't at all. It just isn't something that comes very naturally to him - neither is physicality for the most part, so if you get a hug out of him consider yourself immensely lucky because that occurs perhaps once in a blue moon.

As he has a photographic memory he has a rather unfortunate habit of recalling things people would often like to forget and he often is frustrated when things that appear obvious to him go unnoticed by those around him. These are things he very much tries to reign in as they are things he has been scolded for a vast majority of his life. He's also a perfectionist, everything he does always has to be just so as he hates nothing more than to do a thing badly. Many things in life Kai has excelled at, he's always been a brilliant academic - he always seems to be able to do things seemingly without putting forth any real effort which is of course untrue. Like everyone he has his own weaknesses and strengths, however his blase attitude toward things can come off as simply not caring. About anything. He scored 100% on a test? So? He completely nailed that piano piece? What of it? He uses apathy to sort of shield himself from his own feelings. It's usually easier for him to just act like he doesn't care about anything.



Appearance: Tall, approximately six foot with a head full of unruly, dark curls and eyes as black as a bird's and slightly slanted, these are the most striking features Kai has. Aside from that he is somewhat average - a small amount of stubbly facial hair, a passably handsome face and no real muscle to speak of as sports aren't really his forte - although he can play one hell of a game of chess, let me tell you. This in conjunction with him more or less pulling on whatever clothes he has found lying about (Approximately 99.9% of his wardrobe consists of black.) that morning gives him a perpetually messy look.


History: Kai Devon was born on a snowy December day in Victoria, Canda. He was a troublesome child from the moment he was old enough to express any real personality. He was more than a handful for his single mother. From a young age it was determined that Kai was gifted...brilliant, really. Nearly everything the boy picked up he excelled at as if he were a fish taking to water and he quickly overtook the work intended for his age group and thus began progressing through the grades at a rapid pace. He hoarded knowledge like a magpie would collect jewels and other shiny things. Now, you might think that's a good thing and in some cases it was, however he had a terrible habit of correcting teachers and other students when they were wrong as in his young mind he thought that surely he himself would want to be corrected if he had made an error and it was done without any sort of superiority, however, unfortunately the result was the same as if he had been showing off. He had to learn the hard way that people don't always like to be told when they are wrong. He was not an ordinary child, while other children would gush about the size of elephants and lions at the zoo, young Kai holding his mother's hand would point to the creatures and inform her of various facts about them, specifically interesting evolutionary facts with the same matter-of-fact tone that a teacher would use. He did not get excited or dance around like the other kids, he was far more often than not as calm and still as any adult. His mother was somewhat puzzled by his lack of common child-like nature and was often forced to wonder what he felt or was thinking as he didn't express these things very often.

Eventually, his mother decided it might be good for him to learn something of the arts and purchased him a violin and thought that might present a new challenge for the boy and perhaps even offer him a creative outlet as his school teachers mentioned that he 'struggled with communicating with the other children and expressing his feelings' which more or less meant that he didn't understand them very well and vice versa. At first, it did present a challenge for him - he had never attempted something such as this before but once he had caught on he was well and thoroughly hooked. He had found something new that he loved more than reading and science and math. He loved music, he needed more. Needed it like a starving man needed bread. Two years later, still playing the violin he took to playing the piano and was considered a prodigy - whether it was because he was truly gifted or because he simply practiced unceasingly to the point where his simple knack for it developed into something else entirely he isn't sure.

Kai was still a difficult child, though music did offer him solace and distraction from life. The boy spent countless hours playing the violin and his other instruments, when he wasn't doing that he was lying in bed, eyes closed and listening to music on his little CD player - Chopin, Vivaldi, Rachmaninoff, Bach, Liszt, the list went ever on. The music was was like permission to feel for the young boy - emotions, joy, sorrow, hope, triumph and wonder all washed over him like a great wave when he listened to music. It was intoxicating. He however did not improve much with his relationships with people - he was stingy with his emotions. He eyed strangers warily and scarcely ever warmed to them. As an eight year old he did not have friends, save for perhaps a boy in his neighborhood who still offered to play soccer with Kai in their local park even though he was bad at it. Perhaps it made the other boy feel better about his own abilities. His mother then, after a simple suggestion from a teacher after she had admitted to being near at her wits end with the boy, to get him a pet. A dog. It would be good for him - show him to care for another, living, breathing creature and teach him more responsibility. So, she took little Kai to a local animal rescue even though the boy said he would prefer her to spend the money on a new telescope for him instead. She ignored him and lead him through a maze of pens with their guide - she had specifically told them she was looking for a young, healthy animal that he could play with and teach tricks. Kai had zero interest in the event, he was still thinking about that telescope when they had stopped at the first pen which housed a golden retriever puppy. He was unimpressed with the bounding, waggling creature. They moved on to an Australian shepherd mix. Still uninterested. Slowly but surely, they went through the guide's list one after the other and the poor woman tried to think of more suitable options. During this time, Kai had taken to leaning against one of the cages and when he turned to look inside he saw a mid-sized shepherd mix, it's high ears swiveling to catch the sounds of the gathered humans and while it was clearly blind in one eye, the other one was fixed on Kai. It didn't bound around and leap on the gate or yap excitedly at the sight of humans like so many of the others. It merely watched with an inquisitive, clever eye. Kai, his attention now caught, extended a small hand to the creature which it sniffed and regarded with interest. He then turned to the guide and pointed to the caged dog, "What about this one?" He had asked. The woman's lips had thinned as she looked at the creature.

"Oh, no honey. I don't think you want that one. They're a bit old and they're blind. You know what that means, don't you?" She had told him, in that ridiculous voice adults so often used with children. She no doubt had thought that Kai was even younger than he was, considering he had been on the small side when he was young.

Kai had scowled. "Of course I know what that means," He had said, with all his eight year old gravity. "But she isn't all blind. She can see with the other one. She watches us." He crossed his arms over his slight chest and regarded the woman with serious, dark eyes. "I want to meet them properly." His mother relented soon after, after all this was the first time he had shown any interest in a dog and he was then allowed to take the dog outside to the play area where they 'got to know each other properly' and from that moment on, Kai had decided: This was to be his dog. Unfortunately, as they learned - Nebula, which he had dubbed them shortly after being told that the dog's name was Kiki, but he told them that Nebula didn't even respond to Kiki as it was simply a name the rescue had given her after she had been found malnourished and roaming the streets nearby - had developed a heart problem recently and would need to be treated accordingly. Kai's mother accepted this news grimly, she had wanted to give her son a young, healthy dog for a reason - to lessen the risk of them dying soon and to give him an opportunity to have a companion to play with since Kai didn't do very much of that on his own. He would much rather play chess, his violin or read a history book than go outside and get fresh air. She usually had to compromise with him and take the chessboard out to the park to get him to go outside. Kai however grasped this news with understanding and seriousness that surprised everyone but his mother. He was determined to take good care of Nebula. He would take her on light walks to the park and play games with her that were not strenuous, gave her her medicine on a regular schedule, never failing to remember. The two of them really did become the best of friends, she would sleep in Kai's bed with him and lay beside him while he practiced his piano or violin or did his schoolwork. His mother had decided, since he was so far advanced that he should do much of his schooling from home, as you can imagine this didn't help his lack of sociability very much. He and Nebula however were inseparable, especially when his mother would bring her dates to come meet him which was easily his least favorite thing to do next to going to silly youth groups that his mother told him were so he could make friends. The young boy couldn't count the amount times his mother would come downstairs, face powdered, lips rouged and eyes darkened, reminding him what day it was - as if he didn't already know - and tell him who was coming over. He would usually look up - from a book, most often - frown, and nod gravely. He would put on a nice shirt, come back downstairs with Nebula and resume reading until his mother's boyfriend arrived. He would nod politely, shake hands and then resume reading, occasionally reaching over and petting Nebula while pointedly ignore them until they left when his babysitter arrived. Kai did not like his mother's boyfriends. You see, he liked routine. He liked stability. He did not like change. He liked things to be as they always were. These men wanted to change things, they were like cuckoo chicks invading his nest and trying to masquerade as a member of his family. He realizes this was selfish now, but as a boy he could only think they were trying to butt into his life and change things. Some of them didn't like him at all either, truth be told. Others had tried to befriend him by offering him toys and sports equipment and other things they thought an eight year old would enjoy, but none of them had understood him which had led him on multiple occasions to try to frantically come up with some sort of winning formula or theory to keep himself from getting the living daylights knocked out of him when he tried to play sports. One individual had made the effort to try to befriend him. Kai had liked him best, but still not enough to truly like him. He stuck around the longest though, about two years.

That unfortunately meant that he was around for the event that occurred two years later when Nebula's age and heart condition had finally caught up with her. It had been a quiet September evening, Charles was making dinner with his mother and Kai had just gotten done taking his bath - a quick one, he knew Nebula wasn't feeling well that evening and he wanted to check on her - and had hurried out into the hall where she had been waiting for him, however when he found her she wasn't breathing. He told him himself the lighting was bad and her thick onyx fur might be making it difficult to see, so he pressed his hand against her side to check for her heartbeat or breathing. He found none. His mother and Charles had found him there, staring at Nebula with a dazed expression as though someone had just struck him across the back of the head. He had looked up at them slowly then, and whispered softly, dazedly, "How?" even though he knew how this could come to be. Of course he knew why, he knew all the reasons why, age, health... but accepting it was a different matter, even though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was illogical. Things had only gotten worse from there. Kai had never been good with lies - he scarcely ever told them, he understood why people told them them but they had never made very much sense to him in his life - and Charles had made the very poor decision to try to comfort Kai with a lie. He could accept bitter truths, but sugared lies had always had disastrous results when used on him. "Everything is okay, everything will be fine." They had said. Kai had lost it. It was not okay, it would not be okay. Nebula was gone. How could it ever be okay? He had never liked his mother bringing strangers into the house, to the young boy who valued routine and stability, having these strangers in his safe place was like being kicked out of his nest by a cuckoo chick and not only that but this cuckoo chick was lying to him. When Charles had grabbed for him in an attempt to console him Kai had stumbled away from him like he had been struck. He had never liked to be touched either, especially not by strangers and this man was doing everything wrong. "Don't lie...don't...lie to me. Get out. Get out, get out, get out!" He had frantically whispered, his voice climbing with every word. Backing away from them and looking back to Nebula once more, wishing with all his heart that she get back up.

His mother had reached for him. Kai jerked away, darting down the hall and slamming the door to his room before hastily wedging a chair beneath the knob of his door mere moments before Charles began pounding on the heavy wood. Kai raced to his window. Quick as a squirrel he had slipped through, grasping the frame and using it to haul himself up to the support beams of the deck just overhead, the wind tearing at his Spiderman pajamas. He scurried up the deck and grabbed for the clay roof tiles, scrambling up, up, up and onto the roof as he had so many times before with his telescope to look at the stars, but he did not think of stargazing now, no. His head felt as jumbled as an unfinished puzzle and his eyes burned and he thought only to get up onto the roof and away. His mother had known where he was going and he heard the door leading out onto the deck bang open and her frantic shouts for him to come down. She had always hated his climbing up on the roof. Moments later, Charles had joined her and Kai had refused, no matter how much they pleaded to come back down until Charles left and finally his mother ended up climbing up onto the roof with him even though she was clearly terrified. Whether for him or for herself or for both he wasn't sure, all he knew was that he wouldn't have that outsider there, not when he was raw with pain and loss. Hugging his knees to his chest he had looked out at the stars, though they were but bright blurs of light in a sea of ink and he pointed with a single finger up to that ink dark sky. "The first law of thermodynamics says that energy can't be created or destroyed. It simply goes on and takes form in something else." He said, softly, his voice wobbling and his lip trembling slightly as tears ran as rivers down his pale cheeks. "Perhaps that means she isn't really gone. Maybe she'll become a part of something new..." He didn't take his eyes from the sky as finally stopped trying to control his breathing and simply sobbed. Kai found that night that he did not handle loss well...and he has not owned another pet since.


In the months after that, Kai didn't even bother to try to conceal his dislike for Charles which strained his and Vivienne's relationship greatly and eventually resulted in the two splitting up. As one could imagine, he had turned to his music more than ever then, enveloping himself in it as it was the one of the few ways he knew how to comfort himself.


Kai graduated highschool when he was twelve and studied to become an astrophysicist thereafter, although he always kept playing music and learning more about it and eventually even began to make friends in the music scene as his listening taste broadened although he has always found he has gotten on best with other academics as he found many musicians to be very different from himself however over the years he has gotten better with dealing with others. Over time he had learned to play the guitar, drums, cello, and bass along with his two original instruments - the violin and the piano. Though his skill with each instrument varies, he is most proficient in the violin, guitar and piano. When he was fifteen his mother had married a French Canadian businessman and the three of them had moved to Quebec thereafter. Kai didn't particularly care for him nor did he find him especially offensive although he truly didn't care for the way the man bragged about him and his IQ to his companions. As a whole he had never felt the need for a father-figure as his own father had walked out on his mother when she had needed him the most and he had lived his whole life up to that point without one. When he was around sixteen to seventeen he started to have a few girlfriends but none of them worked out for one reason or another (usually because of him). He's had a few since then with the same end result. The longest time he has been with someone was two years with a girl who was majoring in English literature while he had been studying astrophysics which he felt was his true calling - he was good at it, enjoyed it and he didn't feel quite so peculiar there as there was several other people like himself studying as well. Kai had adored his girlfriend, however since she had been dead set on helping Kai 'improve' his life and his relationships with others and all of that you can imagine how disappointed she was when he did not show very much improvement - which left Kai feeling like he had let her down and doubting he could ever be more sociable and her feeling as though he were unfixable. He was devastated when she broke up with him. At home he was always on his best behavior to please his mother and his new 'father' because while he didn't like the man, his mother did and while she had never truly understood him he still loved her and wanted her to be happy. It was also really only a matter of time before he moved out on his own however and when he finally did it was first to New York when he was nineteen and then to Los Angeles about a year later.