KETILL, KNOX CAESAR

FULL NAME Knox Caesar Ketill

NICKNAMES Knoxie, KJ

DATE OF BIRTH February, 14.

AGE eighteen

GRADE/YEAR graduate, freshman

ELEMENT earth

SEXUALITY homosexual, but not openly

MARITAL STATUS single

CELEBRITY CLAIM Chace Crawford

EYE COLOUR hazel, usually shades of blue-gray

HAIR COLOUR varying shades of brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6 feet tall; weighs 162 pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Knox mostly has scars from childhood accidents. The most notable of these is a long, thin scar on the inside of his left arm from his inner elbow to his palm, not entirely straight, but still obvious from when he reached through a broken window as a child.

CLOTHING STYLE Professional; Knox tends to wear slacks, dress shoes and shirts, and he’s not below wearing a suit if he deems the occasion appropriate.

POSITIVE TRAITS

• GENTLE: He refrains from being blunt and remains soft-spoken and kind.
  
• POLITE: Even if he can’t stand someone, he will smile, say “please,” “thank you,” and everything else. He’s endlessly civil, as he was raised to be.
  
• PATIENT: Knox isn’t likely to give up on others. He doesn’t usually get frustrated until everything
  
• TOLERANT: Despite the inner prejudice ingrained in him against the other elements, he isn’t likely to dwell on them while actually dealing with the people.
  
• LOYAL: Once a friend, always a friend. Knox doesn’t trust easily, but once he does so thoroughly, it takes quite a bit for someone to lose him.
  
• HONEST: Knox rarely sees the need to lie to anyone when he does open his mouth, although he sometimes beats around the bush or sugarcoats things.
  
• CREATIVE: he wants to be a writer, and his imagination supports it.
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• SHY: Almost to the point of being antisocial, Knox doesn’t do well with strangers or talking in front of other people. He stutters mercilessly when he does speak, unless he’s very close to a person.
  
• MISTRUSTING: Despite his civility, Knox doesn’t trust people very easily.
  
• DOORMAT: Knox lacks the confidence to stand up for himself, and tends to let other people control his life as a result (namely his parents).
  
• NEAT-FREAK: He can’t stand things being out of order or crooked and can sometimes get extremely obsessive regarding fixing these.
  
• INSECURE: The man has little to no confidence. This can sometimes come across as modesty, but the reality is that he sees himself as lesser to those around him and it influences his behavior.
  
• FRIGHTENED: Knox is easy to scare, with loud noises or things jumping out at him. He can come off as rather cowardly sometimes, as a result, and acts overly cautious when trying new things.
  
• ADDICT: He has an extremely addictive personality, which is hwy he does his best to stay away from alcohol, cigarettes, and other drugs.
  

LIKES

• background noise
  
• being alone
  
• reading
  
• learning
  
• dancing, but preferably ballroom or Latin
  
• music, of any sort
  
• healthy foods—vegetables, fruits, lean meats
  
• taking walks
  
• his schedule
  
• writing
  
• nature
  

DISLIKES

• large groups
  
• public speaking
  
• silence
  
• recreational drugs
  
• tofu
  
• prejudice
  
• hot weather
  
• video games
  
• sudden, loud noises
  
• ambiguity
  
• His stutter
  
• Violence
  

STRENGTHS

• STEEP LEARNING CURVE: He is a fast learner when he’s interested in a subject and puts effort to learning it.
  
• ORGANIZED: Be it his room or his backpack, you can tell him to find the tiniest thing and he’ll have absolutely no problem giving it to you in seconds. He always knows where everything is and goes a bit crazy when he doesn’t.
  
• FOCUSED: Once he’s caught up in a project, whatever it may be, he finds it even easier to tune out distraction. Under normal circumstances,
  
• QUIETLY PASSIONATE: Knox, despite his otherwise quiet attitude, can get very excited about some things, and those times are when he is most likely to smile.
  
• COMPLIMENTING: While he doesn’t do well in receiving compliments (he ends up crimson and stuttering worse than he normally does0, he doesn’t mind dishing them out when he feels they’re deserved.
  

WEAKNESSES

• OBLIVIOUS: Partially due to his sexuality, he doesn’t notice flirting and such even when people are being ridiculously obvious.
  
• SPORTS: Although he jogs daily and is relatively fit, Knox cannot aim to save his life and generally fails at sports, especially with joint efforts.
  
• TEAMWORK: Knox doesn’t work well with other people. He gets too nervous dealing with them unless he or she is his best friend.
  
• MATHEMATICS: Numbers don’t work for him. It’s that simple.
  
• CAN’T ASK FOR HELP: He can’t deal with people, so he’s unable to get up the confidence to ask someone else for help.
  

FEARS

• Natural disasters
  
• Losing control of his abilities
  
• Extreme change
  
• Claustrophobia
  
• Hitting the ground hard—not heights or falling
  
• Drowning
  

BEST MEMORY When he found out the woman his parents want him to marry actually understands him and that, despite the barrier of sexuality, they can still get along very well.

WORST MEMORY He almost drowned as a child, and he can still remember the burning of the water in his throat.

LONG-TERM GOAL Knox just wants to be happy. He wants to live his life as he wants to, not as dictated by others, and he searches for the independence he can’t yet afford. He’d also really like to be published someday, but he realizes that may be unrealistic.

MOTHER Karen Sophia Ketill (42), Lawyer.

FATHER Keith Kennan Ketill (49), Lawyer.

SIBLINGS --

OTHER Kennan Kael Ketill (64), Retired, Grandfather

HISTORY
Knox's middle name does not endear him to his family solely because it does not start with the letter K, but neither of his parents was particularly fond of the sound of other possible names to fit in with the other one. His grandfather, the only other living relative with whom the family is still in contact, has a bit of an obsession with the letter, and Knox’s father was a little desperate to please him. Overall, the family comes from money, and the grandfather is still in charge of the majority of the fortune, so it was best to do so. As a result of the money, Knox’s childhood was rather privileged. His parents, largely absent, hired nannies to take care of him. From a young age, he was terrified of his stern grandfather, which may have influenced his general shyness. With the money they had, they frequently took vacations, which were generally the only times Knox saw his parents. On one of those vacations, they went to the beach. Knox’s father, deciding affection was important to a young son, tried to teach him how to swim, resulting in Knox nearly drowning as he tried to move into the deep water; his father barely managed to save his life in time. The boy still remembers the situation, and knows he owes his father his life for more reasons than the obvious one. They had no more vacations after that, although his parents still spent time with him when their jobs allowed.

As a whole, he grew up a bit isolated from those around them. When he did encounter larger groups, he tended to react poorly and felt overwhelmed more often than not. He spent more time with his nanny and with the children of his parents’ business partners, though he didn’t make particularly close friends with any of them. He hit the appropriate age and began to show signs of his earth elemental heritage, which was stronger on his father’s side than on his mothers (where it had skipped a generation). He attended the academy, which was a bit of a shock to the boy who had been raised with private tutors in large part, and fought to learn to control his abilities. When he was sixteen, he met the girl his parents wanted him to marry, as she was from the perfect family. Knox had never been attracted to women, and he hadn’t dared to tell anyone, but he confessed to her after a friendship began to blossom. She seemed to understand, and the two maintained the friendship without too much trouble despite the pressure of parents from both sides for matrimony. At this point, both have managed to put off any engagement, but they know their parents are getting anxious.

When he graduated from the academy, he decided to go on to college to study linguistics, glad for the more advanced lessons in endurance due to his fear of losing control. Nonetheless, the study of language has continued to spur his desire to write, and his hopes for being published. Considering his background, he has no trouble with paying the tuition.

YOUR NAME Lali

YOUR AGE Over 13, I promise <3

RP EXPERIENCE about 6 years :3

HOW'D YOU FIND US? An ad. I don’t remember where >< Sorry.

SECRET WORD silver bullets

RP SAMPLE

STOP TIME.

It was Jez’s favorite button on her microwave. She found it incredibly amusing, especially when everything and everyone she knew had decided, one one way or another, that doing so was impossible. She loved hitting the button when the timer was about to hit 0, just to prove she could stop time. It was a power game, but she amused herself with it and had no complaints. Not that anyone else did either. When she ended up making tea or coffee or hot chocolate at 4 am because a book was keeping her up, stopping time early kept the microwave from beeping those otherwise inevitable 6 times and waking her sister. Instead, it would beep only once. The girl hadn’t a clue as to how many cups of drink Jez made herself over the weeks and months and, admittedly, years since they’d moved in together. Since their parents had passed. She frowned at the thought, shoving it away from her mind as she watched the little green numbers on the dial slowly count downward. 30… 29… 28… Too bad water didn’t hiss like some foods happened to. It was an incredibly entertaining sound. She bit her lip, counting down along with the numbers. She kept her voice quiet so she wouldn’t be heard, although the kitchen was at the opposite end of the house from the porch and he wouldn’t have heard her unless she yelled, even through the open door. “20… 19… 18…” She didn’t know why it fascinated her so. Maybe she was just being impatient because someone was waiting on her and she really wanted her coffee. It was crap quality, just some heated water with a little powder and tons of milk and sugar, but it was all she could treat herself to without feeling guilty and it tasted okay anyway.

She felt a little breathless from the anticipation as the numbers hit the single digits and kept going down. She bit her lip, arms crossed as she bent forward a little more. Down. Her nose was almost touching the display, she was gazing at it so intently. Down. It was a little ridiculous, but whatever. Down. She just wanted her coffee. Down. One more breath.

Her finger hit the button just before the last second. The microwave beeped only once, weakly, before she jerked open the door and finished preparing the coffee. She pulled the bright blue blanket tighter around her shoulders. Was she forgetting something? Her dark gaze roamed around the kitchen for a minute, then landed on the glass she’d set on the counter before she’d gotten around to heating up the water for her coffee. She shouldn’t forget his drink, no way. She grabbed the glass as well and trotted back out to the porch, smelling the rain and the coffee and trying to decide which scent she preferred. An early summer rain was something she was always glad to pay attention to, which was why she had pushed for their lesson to be outside on the porch. The little roof provided enough cover, after all, and it wasn’t like the rain could reach them under it. The only potential problem would be a chill, and she had an abundance of blankets and jackets to offer him, if he didn’t want to run across the backyard to his own house and grab one. The chill had reasoned the blanket for her—that, and she just liked having the blue mass around her shoulders. She almost always had one when she was writing. She didn’t have a very specific one, but it was basically a security blanket.

Not that she was nervous at all about this. Nooooo. Not at all.

Okay.

Maybe a little. She wanted to make sure she could come up true on her word to teach him chess.

The girl settled on the white wicker chair she had claimed as hers when they’d first bought it and placed his glass on his half of the table with a cheerful, “There you go~” She took a moment, sipping at her coffee and enjoying the moment. Her eyes slid shut, her other senses going a bit overboard to make up for it. The scent of the rain mingled with the coffee again, making the decision difficult. The water dribbled from the pipes and plopped onto the wooden roof above, tapping like very focused footsteps. Her heart beat calmly. Her breath came easily—more easily than she expected. The ceramic cup between her hands was warm, and warmed her as much as the blanket around her shoulders did. Her eyes snapped open again; she leaned forward and placed the cup next to the old chess set. Her gaze shifted up to meet his, her almost-little brother’s. “Did you familiarize yourself with the starting set-up and what the pieces look like?” she asked finally, lifted an eyebrow at him, although a small smile lifted the corners of her lips upward. “You can’t really play with them if you don’t know how to tell them apart.” She hadn’t given him the names yet, wanting to start slow—partially because she had no idea how much he knew already. Most people knew at least the names of a few of the pieces, but she wasn’t about to assume anything from him. That was best to do when you were teaching someone something completely new—if they already knew something, they could tell you.