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Kenneth Craven

"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known."

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a character in “Fulton University's Rush Week”, originally authored by ᏋᏕᏟᏗᎮᎥᏕᎷ, as played by RolePlayGateway

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|Name|
Kenneth Tyler Craven

|Nickname|
"I prefer to be called Tyler"

|Birthday|
20 August, 1992

|Age|
21

|Nationality|
Charlotte, North Carolina

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Major|
Physics



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“If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?”
― Albert Einstein




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|Likes|

Science // Comic Books // Video Games // Chess // Reading // Doctor Who // Star Trek // Battlestar Galactica // Firefly // Classical Music // Crossword Puzzles // Mathematics // Playing the piano // Mechanical pencils // Coca-Cola // The word "Hokum" // Science Fiction // J. R. Tolkien // Stephen King // Albert Einstein // Stephen Hawking // Astrology



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|Dislikes|

Whistling \\ Being talked to through the bathroom door \\ People who pronounce the 't' in 'often' \\ Teddy bears \\ Sports \\ Dirty socks \\ Swimming \\ The dentist \\ Windows 7 \\ Bing \\ Birds \\ Babylon 5 \\ Alliteration \\ Country Music \\ Untidiness \\ The word "crunchy"



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“Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.”
― Carl Sagan




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|Quirks|

Fluent in Morse Code // His inability to understand irony // Inability to lie // keeps a daily log of social interactions called Tyler's Log (in place of Captain's Log) // Allergic to bees and cats // Neither drinks coffee, nor alcohol

|Habits|

His Saturday morning routine is to wake up at 6:15, he pours himself a bowl of cereal, adds a 1/4 cup of 2% milk \\ He attends his classes at a certain time every day and maps out his study schedule accordingly \\ He does his laundry every Saturday night at 8.15 p.m. \\ He drinks herbal tea, sometimes with honey \\ Licking his bottom lip when under anxiety

|Fears|

Aphephobia: the fear of human contact. Tyler admits this. stating he's been afraid of all forms of physical contact since childhood. However he also reveals he's been perilously trying to over come it for Kristen's sake. Mysophobia: He is constantly worried about others touching his food, washes his hands as often as he can, and showers twice daily. Hypochondriasis: He is extremely terrified about becoming sick. Hemophobia: He has fainted at the sight of his own blood; this might just be part of his over active feelings of self preservation though, as he doesn't seem bothered by the sight of anyone else's blood. He also has an acute fear of dogs, namely big dogs. He had one dramatic experience as a child where he was attacked by a neighbor's dog and ended up in the hospital for a little under a month because of it. Since then he's been wary of the species.




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“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is to not stop questioning.”
― Albert Einstein, Relativity: The Special and the General Theory




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|Personality|

Tyler exhibits a strict adherence to routine, such as doing specific recreational activities on specific days of the week, going to the bathroom on a specific time every morning, eating specific food items on specific days, being unable to reconcile changes to food orders, doing laundry on a specific day and time, or knocking on the door a certain number of times while repeating the name of the person he is seeking with a particular frequency. Kristen notifies this to him as a symptom of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and she finds he is in denial over it. Tyler labels all home utensils, appliances, etc., including his label maker. He also stand at the front of the theatre and turns so he can approximate the middle seat of each row in order to have the optimal seat once the row has been chosen. However, he can adapt to seats with sub-optimal conditions, such as suitable cushion densities and light dispersion, provided he has the opportunity to test them. Ironically, Tyler has actually displayed great resilience in cases where his routines and/or living conditions have been severely altered. Though Tyler has never been confirmed as having Asperger's syndrome, many of his traits and much of his behavior exemplifies it. These qualities include social ineptitude, a lack of empathy, obsessive–compulsive personality disorder, and many more traits which make him more eccentric and bizarre than most in his fraternity.



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“That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed without evidence.”
― Christopher Hitchens




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|History|

Like a typical nerd, Tyler was bullied a lot as a child, mostly because he constantly expressed intellectual superiority to his peers, which could be the cause for his current introversion. The bullying consisted of, but was not limited to, being beaten up, getting swirlies (even in church), noogies and wedgies, and having his things stolen. Tyler even tells Kristen Edwards, that his childhood was "hell." In contrast to his profoundly religious mother and devout Christian upbringing, Tyler has no interest in religion—he tends to ignore or express dislike for religious celebrations such as Christmas, and wastes no time in bringing up the Pagan origins to each festival. Additionally, his scientific beliefs often come into conflict with the spiritual beliefs of his mother, Heather. Tyler was raised in a Christian household in Charlotte, North Carolina, with his mother and two sisters. Because of his parent's divorce shortly after his youngest sister's birth, Tyler went without a father and was left to help raise his sisters and support his mother. He spent most of his time balancing the pay checks, managing the finances, cooking dinner for his sisters, and caring for them while his mother was at work. It taught him responsibility for the most part and proved that, though inept, he does show signs of empathy. His father was absent for the most part, leaving him without much of a father figure, though he did lead by the examples of Malcolm Reynolds, Spock, and Obi Wan Kanobi. When he was accepted to Fulton University he left Charlotte despite his disappointment at not having been accepted to Yale. He's majoring in physics with a minor in philosophy and intends to earn a career as a theoretical physicist.




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Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start

They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me

[2x]
So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
Hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don't have any plans

Wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life's a game made for everyone
And love is the prize

[2x]
So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

Didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know (didn't know, didn't know)


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[Verse 1]
I could lift you up
I could show you what you wanna see
And take you where you wanna be

You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we'll be safe and sound

We're safe and sound

I could fill your cup
You know my river won't evaporate
This world we still appreciate

You could be my luck
Even in a hurricane of frowns
I know that we'll be safe and sound

Safe and sound
We're safe and sound
Safe and sound
We're safe and sound
Hold your ground
We're safe and sound
Safe and sound

I could show you love
In a tidal wave of mystery
You'll still be standing next to me

You could be my luck
Even if we're six feet underground
I know that we'll be safe and sound

We're safe and sound

Safe and sound
Safe and sound
Hold your ground
Safe and sound

I could lift you up
I could show you what you wanna see
And take you where you wanna be

You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we'll be safe and sound

I could lift you up
I could show you what you wanna see
And take you where you wanna be

You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we'll be safe and sound

We're safe and sound
We're safe and sound
We're safe and sound
We're safe and sound

Safe and sound
We're safe and sound
Safe and sound
We're safe and sound
Hold your ground
We're safe and sound
Safe and sound
We're safe and sound





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|Anything Else?|

▪ Has a 187 IQ ▪ Speaks Klingon & Elvish ▪ Doesn't wear shirts with words ▪ He's 6 ft 1 1/4 inches tall ▪ His favorite hero is Spiderman ▪ He keeps BandAids on his person at all times ▪ He named his car Bruce after Bruce Banner ▪ Dialogue color is #58606F

|As Played By|
VoxPopuli



So begins...

Kenneth Craven's Story

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Time: 8:15 A.M.
Date: 4 September, 2014
Location: Zeta Nu Delta Sorority House






Kristen was quite pleased with herself. She'd gone to a party last night, didn't come home until two in the morning, and still woke up by eight without a hangover. Having already gotten dressed only a quarter after she drug herself out of bed, it was in her personal opinion that she get a medal for fastest prep time ever after only six hours of sleep. Granted all of that probably wouldn't fit on a blue ribbon but she'll digress. In the silent hustle and bustle about the House, no room was more quiet than Kristen's—which in itself was off considering hers was usually the loudest. The only sound that broke free was the sound of a Star Trek communicator as her phone suddenly vibrated across the surface of her dresser. A smile graced her cherubic features as she picked it up, needing only the sound to know exactly whom the text was from. Sure enough his name lit up on the screen of the iDevice, followed by a message:

♥ Kenny ♥
I'll assume you're not awake so count this as your wake up call


Giddy with the urge to prove her favorite little know-it-all wrong, she quickly dialed his number, holding the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she tugged on her Converse sneakers. As the receiving end picked up, Kristen jumped at the chance to speak, "Not awake, huh? I'll have you know I've been up since seven-fifty-something."

"Color me surprised," Kenneth remarked stoically on the other end, which brought an even bigger smile to the fiery-headed girl's face. Call her smitten but most mornings she just loved hearing the sound of his voice. Even when he sounded all posh like that, "Could it be that you're actually excited to meet the rushers at this morning's meeting?"

That had actually not been the reason. Kristen had totally forgotten. "That's today?" She inquired, voicing her ignorance. The young Zeta could practically hear her friend rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone. "I just thought I'd barge into your place and demand that you buy me Starbucks. I had no idea we had to meet the newbies." She pouted slightly, an act she was sure Kenneth could almost picture to perfection. "But they've only been here a week. I don't want to have to share my room with someone else. What if they don't like me?"

"You've never cared before," Kenneth retorted, "You're still a little sister so it's likely your superiors will force the new students to share a room with the sophomores, that much is true. However you might be fortunate enough this year. Perhaps no one will want to be a Zeta."

Kristen scoffed, "Are you kidding?" She laughed as she grabbed her bag, heading out the door, hearing Kenneth muttering a soft sentiment of gratitude on the other end followed by a soft chime of a store bell. "Being a Zeta is the best thing for the newbies, especially if they want that Hallmark card college experience."

The young Kappa Alpha humphed on the other end, "Pardon me if I'm unfamiliar with the company's principles but I don't recall ever seeing 'Sorry I threw up on your favorite high heels' on the front of a Hallmark card."

"That was one time!" Kristen giggled. She was meandering down the sidewalk where the sororities were lined up on campus, the sun caught in her orange and yellow strands of hair making them gleam like a flame. "Besides Immy forgave me for that so it's fine."

"I'll meet you by the tree."

"I know, I see you." Kristen waved, hanging up the phone as she jogged up to him beneath of the peach trees residing in the park. The park was placed snugly between the residential part of campus and the actual class wings. The tree was theirs because, during their freshman year, Kristen had carved their names in it so they'd always know where to meet. Kenneth had picked it, having calculated that it was exactly half way between her House and his frat. Craning her neck slightly to look up at him, Kristen beamed at Kenneth with the exuberance of a child. She was absolutely smitten. There was something about him, something she couldn't readily identify. He was tall, lanky, and he kind of looked like a praying mantis but he was perfect in Kristen's eyes. His chestnut hair was always so tousled—a stark contrast in comparison to his poise, his straight-laced attitude, and his stoic demeanor. His eyes too were the most amazing thing in the world to her. She could spend hours counting the flecks of gold and emerald swirling around in the depths of those topaz hues; she had once, however intoxicated she was at the time. "Good morning gorgeous." She greeted, seemingly headless to the way he shuffled in slight embarrassment.

"What do you mean?" he said. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"

She recognized this reference, her smile widening as she listed off the knowledge she'd recollected of it. "J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, Gandalf the Grey-..." She recited, knowing well of their little game. Every day they've known each other, Kristen would have Kenneth buy her a venti mocha frappucino from Starbucks and for the first half of their freshman year she never paid him back. Being Kenneth, he would've never made her pay with money. Money he had. Instead, he'd make a reference from one his favorite books or movies and if she guessed the origin, she'd get her coffee. If she didn't, he'd drink it in front of her, regardless of his preference against the beverage. Kristen assumed by the smile on his face that she'd gotten today's reference correct.

"Good girl," He complimented, handing her the plastic cup. Kristen took it with a wink before quickly sipping at the straw. Kenneth watched for but a moment before he took a sip of his herbal tea, "Shall we go to the meeting then?" he asked listlessly

Lacing her arms with his, Kristen nodded towards the main campus ahead, "Lead the way."