â Sometimes, we don't matter; sometimes, the hope for a future nation matters more than who we are... whoever that is. â
â MORE THAN JUST A NAME â
| Full name |
"Oh, but what is in a name... That's how the line goes, right?" Kent Silva
| Nickname |
"Well, you can call me whatever you want." There are very few nicknames Kent has ever been called. Besides, anyone who's ever called him by one (a nickname, that is) is dead. His parents once called him Kentah, similar to how he had pronounced his name as a babe, trying to emphasize the 't' and ending with 'Kentah.' His brothers and a few of his closest friends called him Ken, comparing him with Barbie's penis-less penis. And once upon a time, a beautiful girl deemed him Kenny.
| Age |
"Oof, I'm getting old." Twenty-six years old
| Gender |
"Um, obviously... Do you need evidence?" Male
| Role |
"Oh, so now you want to know my social class? What is this social pyramid crap?" A Rebel, proud and careful and extremely passionate.
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| Class |
Commoner
| Occupation |
"Well, luuucky me..." The King's Personal Assistant.
| Personality |
"Oh, trust me; you'll be glad you know me, once you do." As strange as this may sound, Kent has been compared to a tree very often. Sturdy, reliable, and capable of carrying many lives in his arms... it's easy to see why, really. He was the guy everyone liked in high school, voted 'Best All Around' and 'Best Smile.' People look to him as the perfect man. After all, what's not to like? Strong, attractive, loyal, sweet, understanding, good with his words, intelligent, athletic... It's hard to find something immediately wrong with Kent. His intuition adds onto his charisma, his smoothness with people. It's difficult to find anyone Kent can't strike up a conversation with, actually. He seems to be very open, with a heart willing to accept people into his life, and arms prepared for an embrace. He's reliable. He's the good guy in the story, always. Or at least, that's how he seems. In actuality, Kent has a rather large bag of secrets, and one of the biggest secrets of his life are crushed all the way at the bottom so no one would find it: he's a chronic liar. It's not exactly the bigger, dramatic lies that he tells; it's more of the small lies, the little lies, the white lies that wouldn't even wrap around your finger if you tried to connect all of them. But their effect is a mass of people thinking, 'God, Kent is just SO perfect, so ideal, so amazing.' But let's be honest... who's perfect here? Not Kent, that's for sure.
For one, he's awfully smart. As in, he catches on a little too quickly for anyone's liking. Useful for Chrys? Of course. But for a girl interested in him? The boy who envies him but pretends to be a chum? Don't expect to be hidden in the shadows for long; Kent has an exceptional nose for that sort of thing. He's quick with people, understanding anyone and everyone's motives. For this, he's often forgiving, merciful and accepting. He tries to keep a reasonable head, a mind that doesn't get overwhelmed with emotions. But of course, that happens to everyone; Kent just hides his better. He covers up what he doesn't want people to see, something easy for him. As easy-going and carefree Kent may seem, he lets few into his circle of trusted ones. Few are the people who know him truly, deeply, and openly. He trusts people easily, with everything but his own self. He is content with letting people see him as they already do: perfect. This actually helps him to become what people expect of him; it's something he lives with and likes. After all, in his mind, expectations are only pushing you to become better. The best, hopefully.
â MORE THAN JUST A STORY â
| Background |
"Eh. Nothing interesting about me, really... Just a little bit of tragedy. But I don't want your pity." Nobody would have expected Kent to have been born wealthy. Surprising, right? Not exactly the son of CEO's, as some of the aristocrats are now, but the son of two extremely successful doctors. The two were constantly arguing about who had the better career, about who was the better doctor, about who had the higher paycheck or the most amount of patients. As a result, they were always leaving to go one step ahead in their professions, leaving Kent at home with an overpaid nanny who liked to watch soap operas and sleep with her mouth open. For some, this was a blessing; no adults around to care, more freedom to be reckless, to do your own thing? It would sound like heaven to most. But Kent was only five years old when he was first neglected, tossed aside for the sake of his parents' own betterment, and he was lonely. What's there for a five year old to do with no one to play with? He stayed home and mourned his parents as if they were already dead, which they could have been, for all that he ever saw of them.
He took his childhood as a sign of what was to come, and he decided he didn't want any of it. He wasn't going to be the one left alone forever. So he went out and made a name for himself. Soon enough, Kent was the golden boy, the popular one, the King of middle school, high school, and even college. He became the most likable boy ever, deemed 'Best All Around' and 'Best Smile' his senior year. Well, that, and 'Cutest Couple,' with the beautiful Catherine Moore. She was a rose to be admired, and everyone knew it. With long black curls, stunning blue eyes, and porcelain skin, everyone wanted to be her. She was the perfect Barbie doll, and when she and Kent got together, everyone sighed in envy, and understanding. After all, Kent was perfect, so perfect he had to have the most gorgeous girl ever. And Catherine? Not only was she beautiful, she was ambitious and headstrong and honorable. The two were bound to get together; they were, after all, the Golden Couple. The two looked fabulous together, at the very least.
But for both of them, it wasn't about their status, their popularity, or their good looks; it was about the fact that the two had been friends since they were three. Kent, as guarded as he was, found it easy to relate to Catherine, the girl he called 'Kitty' since he was six. She was the only one who truly knew him, dirty secrets and lying and all. The fact that she didn't mind added to the blessing she became; she learned to call him out gently when she found a lie uncalled for, and pass over a lie whenever she thought it was harmless. She knew him that well, to catch on to a lie as soon as it was spoken. Not necessarily a power... but more of a connection. A knowledge that comes from more than long talks; this sort of wisdom came from a true connection of the heart, true experience, understanding, and incredible love. The two were bound to get together. They went to University of Chicago together for undergrad, and then Duke for grad. At their Duke graduation, he proposed. Of cours, she said yes. The two were going to get married, and live happily ever after.
That is, until a nuclear war came and killed her. His beautiful Kitty, dead... he didn't understand. But Kent tried to. He tried not to become bitter and hate this war, hate this death, hate this useless social system that had somehow risen out of the ashes. But then he realized what kind of people the aristocracy consisted of: cruel, heartless, completely cold bastards who didn't deserve a single thing. And then he became angry. Kent wanted more than this. If Catherine, along with the entire world, had died, then they should be feeling something. But these people didn't, and that fermented his long-smothered bitterness and anger, and he was suddenly set on rebellion. And he decided to team up with a very dear friend of his, Chrys. If you can't join 'em... and if you don't even want to join 'em... beat 'em.
*code for CS: ALL the credit goes to desire99600!
