Westley Kirkland [New Zealand] May 28, 2014 12:14:40 GMT -5
Post by WESTLEY KIRKLAND on May 28, 2014 12:14:40 GMT -5
`Westley Robin Kirkland!
`WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK!
FULL NAME Westley Kirkland
NICKNAMES Lamb, Wes, Lambykins, Robby, Little Lamb, Sweet Bird, Sheep Shagger, Kiwi, Wezzypoop, Ankle Biter
ETHNICITY Half British/ Half Kiwi
TEACHER OR STUDENT Student
SPECIAL ABILITY(s) Augmentation, the ability to enhance another's powers through a variety of methods.
Honestly the best way to explain it is to consider the Kiwi like a battery, a single touch giving a charge. It is only temporary, the duration depending on the method of administration and the amount. A few drops of blood may last a handful of minutes, and a gentle brush of his cheek for just a moment with a fingertip can stretch to as long as twenty minutes.
Touch is the most intimate and most potent form of administration, the power directly flowing into one's body instead of through a proxy like saliva or sweat. Yet that method tires the Kiwi, the energy coming directly from him. Longer than a minute makes him ill, and an even longer period of contact can land him in bed for the rest of the day.
Blood or another bodily fluid is the safest form of administration, the power moving through the proxy instead of from him directly, keeping himself out of the equation.
Though his little cheat doesn't work for more than a few weeks, raw power that he has no way to release by himself building up until the bursting point. He'll start to sweat, face flushed as his eyes gradually shift from green to gold. Soon enough it becomes painful, Wes feeling as if he is burning up from the inside.
It's never been allowed to proceed past that symptom, the Kiwi forcibly made to release it if it comes to that point.
HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT? Kiwi was always very protective of his family, wanting nothing more than to stand up strong like his elder siblings and protect him in the same way that they had for him. They were wonderful, never thinking less of him from being a child of his father's infidelity, even his mother accepting him as if he was from her own womb. Even with all the hostility with a home of mostly boys they were happy, and the family for all he knew was perfect. Nothing would please him more than to be able to keep them all safe.
And then it happened, a morning that felt like any other with Wes slipping out of his bed and sneaking in to the room across the hallway to wake Arthur. He shook his shoulder for a moment and then snagged a pillow and promptly whacked him across the face, the only way the eleven year old could think of to wake him. Arthur's hand wrapped around his wrist to stop him from continuing and a fevered scream broke from his lips, his skin prickling where it met Arthur's. He had thought it was his brother hurting him for revenge, but little did he know yet that it was he who was doing it instead. With a little trial and error it soon became clear, those who had powers it drained him to touch, and those without were free for him to fling his arms around.
`EVEN WHILE WE SLEEP. WE WILL FIND YOU,
+Rugby He really really wants to play it, but all he can do is sit back and watch sadly as other people ram into each other with loud hoots and jeers.
+Tea Nice and warm with some honey and milk, good for sore throats, upset stomachs, and tastes good.
Even better is the smile when he brings a cup to one of his siblings after they've had a long hard day.
+His Mummy Who doesn't like their mummy? Mummies even if not by birth are the most wonderful thing that can give kisses goodnight and scare away the monster living in the closet. Arthur does seem to make quite the nice stand in one though.
+Wool Sweaters Warm, tacky, and a great fashion statement, what could be better.
+Apple Jam Warm toast slathered in spiced apple jam with a warm cup of tea on the porch in the fall...
+Carpentry Though it rather strenuous the idea of making something with his own effort and on his own merits is oddly appealing.
-Loud Noises They are just frightening, and when one is often home alone it is rather disturbing to hear a sound other than one you make yourself.
-Spinach It tastes like slime, horrible slimy slime with some alien goo added in.
-Heat When you wear an awful lot of thick sweaters the heat becomes your mortal enemy, turning your delightful sweaters into sweat sponges.
-Braggy People Who wants to know how fast you can run, or how much you can remember from Pi, what matters is how you use it.
-Long Waits/ Pauses Seriously, who likes to sit around waiting? No one.
-Showing Weakness He might have a frightening power that he has no idea how to control or protect himself with, yet never will he allow anyone outside his family to see just how anxious it makes him. Except when he can't hold it in anymore....shhh. There maybe tears but he isn't crying.
-Silence With a family as large as his who can stand the silence? Like with a toddler the silence is never a good thing.
=Cats Ever since he was a child the Kiwi hated the little mewling buggers wit a passion. Apparently one of them crawled into his crib when he was but a babe and scratched him. Is it the truth? No one knows, either way keep all forms of furry felines away or you'll reduce the poor little guy to tears. Now who would want to do that?
=Someone taking advantage of his power for nefarious purposes As his responsibility his power sits on his shoulders, and someone using it against someone he loved or even worse would simply snap his heart in two with guilt.
= Loneliness He may be awkwardly clingy, rude, and quite a little bit of an annoyance but it's only because he is worried about being left all alone. It's hard to be frightened to touch people, the feeling of his stomach being sucked out through his fingers and bile rising in his throat every time it happens something he learned to dread. Yet who would want to stay about an odd child like him if he couldn't even give them a real high five without gloves, give them a proper hug with cheek rubs, or even do that unnamed adult activity that I neglect to mention because children. Who besides his family would actually come to like him? One day he would have to leave the nest and...what would come of him?
Finger chewing - He has a horrid habit of chewing on his fingers when nervous, something his mother has tried to wean him of many many times unsuccessfully.
Kylie's Skirts - He'll end up in them whenever Kylie seems to feel like it, if she wants to go climb a tree, or has the skirt that fits her in the laundry the two of them end up trading for a few days. Because of the nature of hand-me-downs from their siblings and simply the way children grow at that age Kylie fits perfectly into Kiwi's too big pants, and Kiwi fits perfectly into Kylie's too small skirts. Honestly he doesn't really seem to mind it all that much, it's just a skirt, why are people having a cow?
Blackmail - Once he gets dirt on you he will use it to get what he wants, especially in cases where he would be excluded otherwise. The poor boy needs more friends his own age so he doesn't keep bothering the older kids for attention. Poor guys need a break from the little cockblock ruining all their fun.
Experiences anxiety when alone - He hates being alone, and often is seen as a pest for his stubborn need to always be with people so he has to be cheery. Because, when alone there are far too many things that he doesn't want to think about that come to mind and set him off into becoming a moody pile of sadness under his blankets. Kylie is the only known cure, the girl always coming in and giving him hugs and the quiet companionship he needs to pull on through.
Collects all of his tickets so he doesn't forget what he's done - Every plane ticket, every train pass, every single movie, and even every single amusement park pass is kept away in a special box beneath his bed. He won't ever let anyone touch it, and if Lars ever deems it trash and tosses it he'd never talk to him again.
Plays the violin - His Mum deemed because he didn't spend much time outside the home he needed a hobby, and so the Kiwi started taking lessons from the age of five from the nice lady who lived next door. He is rather good, but is more than unlikely to play in front of a group of people just out of personal preference.
Always hops over cracks in the sidewalk - You know the saying, 'step on a crack, break your mother's back.'
Speaks softly - In such a busy house with so many people he knows he won't always be listened to, so he exert any extra energy trying to get people to listen. If they don't listen then they aren't very interested at all.
Loyalty - Now while the Kiwi does still creep into your bed[with a blanket divider], eat all your snacks, and laugh at the sorry state of your closet he does expect the same treatment from you. Every favor asked of him he will most likely complete...if he doesn't forget or something more important doesn't come up. And while he does say he would share his food too when you would visit, he hasn't really revealed where he lives as of yet. To be truthful the Kiwi isn't really that loyal in mundane situations, I mean. Why would you be friends with the little fluffy freeloader anyways? Yet, when something truly vital to your existence comes up you can count on him to be on your side and support you. Isn't that a nice thought after having your privacy invaded? Do you feel violated yet? Good.
Stubborn - Similar to most of his family the little Kiwi has a head and a will made from stone. Once he makes a decision regarding much of anything you would have an easier time trying to teach a horse to ride a bear than change his mind. His mummy taught him to never compromise for anything that he feels strongly about, and he has not as of yet. Whether in school with a disagreement between himself and a teacher, or a spat with his dorm leader, and even a little tumble with a teacher now and then. He simply won't compromise, no matter what is at stake. Do note his inability to apologize is fueled by this.
He won't apologize, he'll apologize for your inability to understand why you are in the wrong instead.
Teasing - Lil' Kiwi boy is rather playful, prodding and jabbing jokingly with those he feels close and connected with. It's really a complement if he pranks you, it simply means that he is at ease about you. Now, while pranks to friends are light and joking, pranks towards family members are much more cutthroat. Because they are family they can't get too displeased about it, it's obvious that if they do it's a simple overreaction. So what if your bed is glued to the ceiling! It's for family!
You'll forgive me some day or you'll have to suffer through his ugly mug every reunion
Sweet - Sick? Injured? Nurse Kiwi is on his way with a nice fluffy pillow and a piping bowl of canned soup he swears he made from scratch. Can't have the people he freeloads off of bedridden for too long, where would he get snacks then?! But, he is a rather affectionate person, using an excess of physical contact through blankets to show it. If you need a person to rant about your personal problems to, he is the one, especially if there are biscuits to fill the void between his teeth while he keeps a void open in his mind...in other words just feed him and he'll pretend to listen
Diligence - Do you want to build a treehouse? Want to blow up a cemetery? The Kiwi is one to ask. He truly enjoys the reward of working on something with his hands and having it come to fruit. Why would someone ever want to do anything else? Hard work always wins out in the face of money being thrown around, even if they money bought something nicer and more sturdy you still have the satisfaction and the skills that come from blood, sweat, and tears.
Blunt - Do you just love the sugar coating on candy to make it slip down a little easier? The Kiwi doesn't. Well, metaphorically he doesn't, he really does like the candy coating. And how so is this? He likes to get to the center of things, greatly disliking it when people tiptoe around serious issues. They have words! Obviously there are a use for them other than mindless babbling. Also, if the Kiwi does have an issue with much of anything he will be very vocal with that dislike. Generally, don't be offended by him being pushy and insensitive, he doesn't think any lesser of you as long as you feed him. Though, it should be noted that though he doesn't like having things sugarcoated he doesn't always take the truth well either...
Friendly - While so far he may seem like an actual horror to be acquainted with there has to be a reason people like him outside his charming cheeks and smile. He is actually a rather friendly an open person, often walking over to strangers and starting up a conversation or two to pass the time. The Kiwi is often charming, with a sweet laugh and a quick wit. Do note than anyone he meets in quite this matter is often not someone he ever does meet again, someone he meets at a party or two or while catching a bus he is unlikely to ever see again. Tough, honestly even if he might act the chipper little angel he has hardly anyone he can really call a friend.
Secretive - The Kiwi won't talk about his own problems nor his powers, instead liking to focus on other people. He prefers to fix them by himself, and not trouble people to go out of their way to assist him. To be quite frank he won't ever mention them, he will simply deflect any question that would lead to anything important with a joke or a question right back at them. Thought he does prefer to deal with it by himself there are quite a few times that he won't be able to, and even then as he digs himself into a deeper and deeper hole he won't ask for the slightest bit of assistance or leave any signs that he is in trouble.
Cautious - He knows what risks his power holds, and what could happen if he makes the decision to trust the wrong person. So instead he hides it, pretending he had a different more violent power like life steal...or power sap through touch. Honestly no one outside of his family and the school administration knows anything of the true nature of his powers, it's far safer that way for everyone.
Clingy - He's eleven? What do you want from him! He wants his stuffed toy and his Mummy always! Better keep your doors locked siblings...the bed intruder is likely to appear in tears.
`ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR, TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE!
The grin Wez's face broke into at the mention of the greasy delicacy was bright and cheery, something that no amount of five star food could ever bring out. Toasted sandwiches were comfortingly a reminder of Mum, and Kyle could make them just like she did, after all his Mum had been the one to teach Wez's Mum. He waved Kyle away impatiently, wanting his meal right away without a moment of dawdling. The last time he had eaten one of Kyle's sandwiches was at least a good few years if he remembered correctly, he had been pulling on his arm and badgering him for a snack for hours until the other had finally pulled himself away from something more important to feed him. And then once the piping sandwich was made and Kyle settling back in to his work Wez had reappeared with the sandwich inhaled and desperately in need of another. After receiving a response to wait until dinner [it was going to be a large one for the holidays], he changed his tactics. The Kiwi dropped a half eaten loaf of bread on top of the desk, and then a few slices of ham, followed by oil, cheese, and a frying pan. He didn't receive the sandwich, instead he got a rigorous scolding, wonderful memory.
"Yeah, I'll call him, go feed me now..." he nagged, waving his hand at him once again dismissively, watching Kyle turn and head off to the kitchen. Of course he didn't call him though, instead rolling over and burying his face into the pillows comfortably, breathing in the familiar brand of detergent and lazy Koala. Said lazy ball of hair was currently draped over his back and he didn't feel like moving her away, she made a wonderful back warmer. He had to eat though and gently he pulled her off and set her down on a pillow to nap on without impaling him if he squished her.
Lazily he rolled over at the sound of footsteps and patted his lap for the tray, leaning over to take a large whiff of the food "no soup? Disappointing" he joked, scooting his bum over to make room for the Auzzie. Then without another word he dug in, stuffing his cheeks full of the tasty calories and grease. He felt the bed dip beside him and the blankets be pulled off and away up into the little Kylepillar beside him. "I remember..." he mumbled, glancing over and giving a fond pat to his head. The billy-cart was a great idea, until the landing. Luckily for him he had landed on Kyle and was hardly hurt, and luckily Kyle could never be hurt.
He shoved the tray off onto a nightstand and downed the drugs with the rest of the tea, patting his belly happily before lying back down. Green eyes stared at the Kylepillar cynically, trying to figure out the best way to get into the blanket, the bottom seemed like the best point of entrance. He lifted up the edge and crawled up under the blankets, shoving his head up through the tightly bundled blankets at the top and pressing his cheek to his sleeping cousin's. And with that he closed his eyes and made himself comfortable, settling down for a long needed nap.
`EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD!
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I am Wesley Kirkland and I am a SIDEKICK!
I am Wesley Kirkland and I am a SIDEKICK!