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Kyle F White

''The purge of man is Earth's only change to begin again.''

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a character in “Dreams Within Eden”, as played by xfaithyx123

Description

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THEME SONG
Shot Down - Josh Woodward

GENERAL INFORMATION
Role: The Haunted
Nickname(s)/Alias(s): Fran
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Love Interest: TBA


APPEARANCE
Height: 6'5 Foot
Weight: 155 Ibs
Build: Slender with muscular tones.
Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black
Hair Color: Dark brown, lighter in light.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Tattoo on his left shoulder of an Eagle and a scar on his right cheek bone, deep like a indent from a brawl in his youth, the man got a knife out. He also has dozens of scars on the insides of both forearms from his own form of punishment ofr his wrongs, that being cutting.

DESCRIPTION:
Kyle stands tall at a average height of a healthy male, that being 6'5 foot, is posture however is slouched, loose representing stress and cold distances to others. His eyes dark brown but erie as they are piercing and often look black even in well lit places, his eyes also carry dark circles under them from lack of sleep or even too much. His skin pale, ghostly even and he is ruggedly dressed in a suit and somehow he looks like he had been sleeping in it. He is a slender man, despite his height but his strengths lie elsewhere.
Preferred Clothing: A suit, White shirt with a black or red tie and black trousers and scuffed black leather dressy ankle boots. Occasionally he wears a black blazer.


MENTALITY
Oddities:He often cuts himself as punishment for his wrongs and in stress smokes more cigarettes then normal.
Skills:Knife throwing, Good at bartering.
Fears/Phobias: The 'ghost' of the late Leonard Heyward. Torture.
Likes: Silent movies, Jazz music, cigarettes, Sand, Rum and Cola.
Dislikes: Flowers (He has hay fever), Whiskey, Vodka.
Hobbies: Painting, Writing.

PERSONALITY: Kyle is a solitary man, never used to be but is now, he is a paranoid man yet is often preserved as a well put together person, at least to the people that do not know him like he does. He is silent, his actions say more than words could but he is easily angered. He is the guy in a bar, sitting at the counter, head down slowly drinking but somehow makes everyone unease from his unpredictable behavior, shooting from complimentary to unforgivably rude or even deadly. As much as he wants to be invisible in his moments of being down he has the talent to make him the show of the night it is all comes down to his temper and his hate, for himself.

COMBAT
Preferred Weapon: Throwing Knives as primary choice and a 9mm pistol with a silencer as secondary choice.

Fighting Style:

He relies on distance as he is not that strong in close combat even though he is skilled in kickboxing, he chooses distance as he knows his body has limits so he is often described as nimble, quick and keen eyed. He however has a low stagger resistance and hit him with a powered attack and his focus with his pistol or favored throwing knifes will become clumsy, shaky. When then happened he'll switch into melee combat, that being his training in kick boxing and this leaves his upper body weakened. But as he fast thinking and fast in speed he uses melee with precision attacks that to damage to vital organs or soft tissue of the body but he is not strong so he can go done this way faster than is he were in the distance due to most flanking spots and his upper body being exposed to damage.

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HISTORY
Relationship Status: Single, but open to relations.
Family: Deceased Twin sister died when Lazarus came to power as she lived in middle class and was shunned from Eden for this and even though Kyle was promised her safety for killing the last dictator Lazarus broke it quickly , Deceased Mother died from child birth and Distant Father.

PERSONAL HISTORY/BACKGROUND:
Kyle before was a respected Doctor on Eden, a gentle kind man that went out his way to help others never asking for anything in return, he was professional and talented in the art of understanding the human condition, gifted in this profession he was educated at a young age often going through moments of hating it as most youth do but as he matured he learned to love it, it was his calling in life, rare to find a passion at such a young age as 19 in a world awash with sadness you could say it pushed him further to help restored some apart of the happiness in his own way. At this time he and his father were close despite his decision to shun the wealth of his father's and even his Twin, Jane followed this as He and his sister were close.

One night Lazarus came to him and asked him to poison his father, the late Leonard Heyward he was shock, refusing this until that was when he was promised resources for his clinic and being the kind-hearted man who cared for the common folk he reluctantly took the offer and as the late Leonard Heyward came for his monthly check up he did the deed...all was well till Lazarus turned his back on him and exposed him, casting his sister from Eden and his father hating him but able to keep his place in Eden for his money and 'connections.'

He was ran out from Eden still with fresh tears drawing from his dark eyes and through time became a shell of who he once was.

OTHER:
He is clinical depressed and has Hypersomnia: The opposite of insomnia. A person sleeps longer and for more hours than what is normal - during the night or the day. It is difficult for them to wake up. The need to take naps is compelling, but provides no relief.

So begins...

Kyle F White's Story

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Heyward Character Portrait: Lenore Heyward Character Portrait: Kyle F White Character Portrait: Corvo Montresor
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#, as written by Lenyx
April 22nd, 2195

~Weightlessā€¦ Soundlessā€¦ Darknessā€¦ Emptinessā€¦

Opening her eyes, Lenore saw and felt nothing but cool, calm and clear deep blue water. Her light golden blonde hair and white nightgown floated and danced around her. Then a feeling of being alone in the world occurred to Lenore, she began to panic. Lenore realizes she has been holding her breath this entire time; her chest hurt, she needed air! That was when Lenore heard the dull sound of thumping coming from what she thought was above her. However her nightgown made it difficult to kick her legs, the soaked cotton fabric restricted movement, and it took all of Lenoreā€™s strength and will power to keep pulling herself through the water.

As Lenore gets closer she can see Corvo, his usual unkempt, shaggy brown hair and amber eyes staring down in to the vast waters like golden orbs, as if he is searching for something. Corvo seems to finally catch sight of what he is looking for, it is Lenore for whom he was searching for and he begins banging on a glass-like barrier harder. This unknown barrier is all that was keeping Lenore from the oxygen above, and Corvo seemed to be yelling something, but she could not hear him. Lenore reached her hand up through the water and pushed her hand flat against the barrier, she couldnā€™t hold on to her breath any longer, she was going to die.

Lenore lifted her face up and smiled as lovingly as she could at Corvo. Mouthing the words 'Iā€™m sorry, my untold belovedā€¦ Goodbye, Corvoā€¦' as unnoticed tears became one with the surrounding waters. Corvo was screaming now, banging on the glass-like barrier with both fists, as he watches Lenore parts her lips and lets the breath she had been holding go.

Lenore can feel her now weak and tired body sinking down through a seemingly never-ending oceanā€¦ She can feel her mind drifting away, falling in to the darkness that is foreverā€¦ The last thing she expected to hear was a whooshing sound, like beating wings, filling her earsā€¦ And as Lenoreā€™s eyes start to close, she sees a bright light, brighter than even the sun, and someone reaching for her handā€¦

ā€œThe more you have of it, the less you seeā€¦ā€
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Slowly Lenore is pulled from her dream and back in to reality. Goldie lay at the end of her bed whimpering, while the lady-in-waiting was standing by Lenoreā€™s window, rooted in place, holding on to the curtain.

Slowly sitting up, Lenore rubbed the sleep from her eyes before speaking. ā€œIs there something wrong Miss Angela?ā€

ā€œOh, uh, no Lady Heyward. Itā€™s justā€¦ Uhm.ā€ Angela paused to finish pulling the curtain open and tying it back to keep if from falling closed. ā€œYou spoke in your sleep.ā€

Lenore could not remember ever talking in her sleep before. ā€œWhat was it that I said?ā€ She asked as she folds her blankets down over her lap.

ā€œWell, Lady Heyward, you said the more you have of it the less you seeā€¦ā€ Angela shifted uncomfortably by the window.

ā€œOhā€¦ā€ Lenore shook her head, she had thought about that riddle as she lay drifting in the endless waters of her dream. ā€œDo not dwell on it Miss Angela. I would like to get dressed now please.ā€

ā€œYes, Lady Heyward.ā€ Angela said with a curtsy. ā€œDo you need assistance with your corset?ā€

ā€œYes please. Thank you Miss Angela.ā€

Without another word spoken, Lenore got dressed, with the help of Angela. Lenore looked at her reflection in her full length mirror. Today she wore a high-neck white blouse with a long sleeved red plaid jacket and matching black skirt with bows. But the girl that stared back at Lenore was not her, she looked like a doll, an emotionless and broken doll...

Tearing her eyes from the mirror, Lenore called Goldie to her side, and picking up her white parasol from beside the door, the young lady and her canine companion left their too quiet home.

Lenore loved her large home, she liked its ornate boldness with just a hint of a romantic look to it, she even adored the multiple shades of gray and lavender color scheme. The house reminded her of a dollhouse Lenore once had as a child, with its asymmetrical design and multiple, steeply pitched roofs, including an octagonal tower with a conical roof. The other embellishments of the house consisted of three corbel chimneys, numerous bay and decorative windows and the exterior doors were inset with beautifully painted glass panels. Wrapping around the entire three story house was a wide railed porch, giving it that family home feeling.

But now the house only consisted of Lenore, Goldie, her song birds; Night and Gale, Angela and the occasional Corvo. Lenoreā€™s uncle, Lazarus Heyward, had taken the staff and moved them in to his home, since Leonard was no longer alive. If it were not for Goldie and Corvo, Lenore would fall apart, as surely they were the only people keeping her tied to this chaotic reality.

Lenoreā€™s first destination this early morning, was to visit her parents graves, the funeral for her father had been just yesterday. She had not eaten breakfast yet, and if Kyle were still in Eden he would have stayed at the house to make sure that she did eat. But he wasnā€™t, it seemed to Lenore that everyone who loved her ends up leaving her behind.

ā€œAt this rate I will be aloneā€¦ā€ Lenore whispered to herself as she started down a gravel path that would take her through town, towards the barrier line of Eden and the Wastelands.

There werenā€™t many others who were up this early, yesterday had been a dark day. To Lenore, her world had ended yesterday morning.

Walking up the path along a small hill leading to the graveyard, Lenore decided to plan out her day. First she would visit her parents, then she would pick up some breakfast type foods from the market and go visit Corvo. From there maybe they could go visit the people of Gehenna, or maybe even just walk around near the woods by his workshop. Lenore never knew what to expect around Corvo, she guessed it all depended on what work was needing to be done.

Lenoreā€™s parents were buried near the entrance of the graveyard, beautiful cross gravestones that marked her parents graves. A young man was placing floral crowns like the ones she used to make with him as a child, on the crosses. He was different from the others in Eden, he was what everyone else called 'special'.

ā€œHello Jack.ā€ She said softly, gently taking his hand as she came to stand beside him. ā€œThey are beautiful.ā€

Jack smiled down at Lenore before patting Goldie who had sat on the grass beside him. ā€œY-Yes. I -I think m-mister and m-mis'ess Heyward w-would like them.ā€

ā€œThey would love them honey.ā€

They stood there together for a few moments in silence, until Jack's caretaker came to take him back home. Lenore hugged Jack goodbye and promised to come visit soon. He gave Goldie a gentle pat on the head, he went on his way. Leaving Lenore to cry alone with her canine. Pulling her handkerchief from her purse Lenore dried her eyes and composed herself. Withdrawing in to her mind, Lenore collected her thoughts and feelings, before locking them away again.

ā€œOn to the market square Goldie.ā€ She said scratching behind the golden furred canineā€™s ear.

The market square was not more than a fifteen minute walk from the graveyard. The market square consisted of a variety of traders, from fruit stalls to jewelers. Some of the traders had actual shops with not only a workshop but living quarters as well, and others had simple stalls set up. However, some shops would also set up a stall outside, so they could show off their wares. The market square occupied quite a bit of land with its wide buildings and stalls, when one thought about it.

While walking through the market square Lenore picked up a few apples, a loaf of bread, some cheese, as well as milk for her and Corvo and water for Goldie. Lenore kept to small and simple conversations with the shop keepers as she paid for her items. Lenore no longer wished to converse with people. Not now, not anymore. In six months she would turn eighteen and will be in charge of governing the City of Eden, instead Lenore withdrew from the outside world.

She did not want to govern Eden, how could she? After all that her Uncle Lazarus has done to destroy the peace and trust that Eden and Gehenna once shared, how could she possibly repair that? No, Lenore did not want to deal with that, she was content to hide in her own little world. A world where there was nothing that could hurt her, a place where she would not have to see others pain. All she needed was Goldie and Corvo.

Leaving market square, Lenore headed southeast through the woods near Corvoā€™s workshop. It took Lenore less than an hour to make her way to the building that looked like it was nestled against a large grassy hill, which always reminded her more of a mountain than a hill. Lenore always thought the long worn bricked building actually extended under the hill, almost as if the hill was hiding the building from the world. But if it did, the door to that part of the building was well hidden. With its dark windows that were gray with dirt, and the ivy that was clinging to the chipped and cracked outer walls. All around the building was unkempt undergrowth, as if the workshop had grown up from the very earth!

Lenore shrugged at Goldie who was looking up at her. ā€œItā€™s nothing Goldie. I was just thinking that maybe I like coming here so much because the workshop is the same as me.ā€

Pushing open the metal door, Lenore pulled her parasol closed and leaned it against the wall, as Goldie trotted in to the workshop. Corvo and Lenore had spent days cleaning and repairing the inside of the workshop, washing and scraping the walls free of mold. Sweeping and mopping the worn wooden floorboards. They even had a few shop owners donate worn but functional furniture to replace the rotting ones. Lenore did her best to give the workshop a sense of life by adding potted and hanging plants. As well as replacing dull, limp and moth-eaten curtains with light colored drapes.

Now there were shelves full of books of varying sizes and thickness, tables with various tools scattered about them, as well as pieces of machinery lying here and there. While most people would think the place looks quite disorganized, Corvo always knew where everything was, there was a method to his madness, even if others did not see it, Lenore did.

ā€œCorvo? Are you here?ā€ She called out as she pulled off her black gloves and laid them on a small table by the door. ā€œI checked your room at home and found you had not returned last night again.ā€

Seconds passed, then minutes. Finally Lenore added, ā€œI brought something for us to eat.ā€

Still it was quiet, sighing, Lenore put the basket containing a makeshift breakfast down beside her gloves and started her usual inspection of the workshop. First she went to the bookshelf and ran a finger along the spines of the books, before turning to the table in front of her and looking down at scattered papers scrawled with Corvoā€™s notes. He was working every night lately, and Lenore was curious about it, but Corvo would never tell her what his latest project was. She never pushed him to tell her, but Lenore was quite determined that she would figure it out herself.

Goldie had made herself comfortably content on a over stuffed pillow Lenore had made to serve as a bed for the canine. While Lenore walked through the workshop looking for clues as to what this project of Corvo's was. It was near the back wall of the spacious, yet overly cluttered, workshop Lenore heard a buzzing sound. Holding a breath, she concentrated on locating the sound as she walked along the back wall. Lenore was so focused on the sound, that she never noticed the small trinket on the floor.

Her foot caught on it and it started to make a loud wailing sound, startling Lenore. She took a few steps back before tripping over her own feet and let out an earsplitting cry as she fell backwards. Twisting herself so she did not land on her back, Lenore instead landed on her side with her legs now tangled within the confines of her dress.

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Kyle would be in a bar within Eden, hooded and disguised, he looked like a mess, but this was bad far the intention, it was to make him look like a nobody. He'd he sitting in a dark corner of the bar with a pint of some kind of beer and a smoke at the left side of his mouth. He would be...listening to the punters in the bar, the best place to find thing out...Men complain that woman's gossip is bitchy and useless but as men, they did it also...so Kyle was he to build up information.

The bar, of course was brick, rugged pictures hanging on the walls, scuffed wooden floor planks and ivy no matter how much everyone tried to get rid of it was crawling in the corners and ceiling of the bar. Chairs scrapped the wooden floor further, the chairs and stool squeaked with use and faded fabric and wood scratched up by time itself.

Windows had makeshift shelters, glass was limited and only placed in the rich place of Eden, up the stairs...Kyle then looked out the window with his almost black brown hues as he puffed smoke from his mouth and looked at those very steps that he once when up to once, a long ago now to do his monthly check up on the late Leonard Heyward and he narrowed his eyes and felt his anger rise so turned away to look at his drink...

He would take a large gulp of the bitter alcohol only to jump as he saw the late Leonard Heyward in front of him and his face paled, gripping the handle of the mug tighter as he tried to keep calm..

The Late Leonard was looking at the same steps then slowly looked at Kyle to which he found himself hard to breathe as he held the mug tightly that his knuckles were white...Late Leonard Heyward would then rest his arms on the table and look directly in Kyle's eyes. ''You...murdered me for your own greed.....'' He'd hauntingly said

As Kyle went to reply to Leonard Heyward, the man across from Kyle grinned a toothy grin and his eyes blackened then the darkness consumed his body only leaving the sadistic toothy grin...''You...murdered me for your own greed...'' Leonard Heyward would repeat only in a monstrous voice then suddenly the darkness of Leonard grabbed onto Kyle and started to scream at him with red glowing eyes...

Kyle would scream jolting up....it was all just a dream...