[Angel] Keiji's Journal

[Rayne Winner]

Basic information

Full name: Keiji Freed (He's taken on his Guardian's last name because its useful to have a lastname)
Nickname(s): Kei
Date of birth/Sign: Unknown
Talents/skills: Really good with a can of spray paint, flight, can throw a mean halo though it always comes back rather like a boomerang. He can also do really neat stitches.
Relationship Skills:

Physical Characteristics

Height: Tall
Weight: very light
Skin color: pale peach
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: blond
Glasses or contact lenses? No
How does he dress? Style (Elegant, shabby etc.): In a punk rock/gothic/j-rock style
Habits: (smoking, drinking etc.)
Health: None to bad, there is the occasion where the scars on his back pain him though.
Hobbies: Has taken up cooking, cleaning, babysitting, and basic first aid since moving in with Shin
Disabilities: 'Marked' as a Fallen Angel and Class 1 Criminal both
Greatest flaw: Lacking in much Faith these days
Best quality: A great love and compassion for his guardian
What happens when he drinks to much? He wouldn't handle it well, no doubt stummble around, giggle a lot, and be rather incoherant

Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes:

Intelligence Level/IQ estimate: Fairly smart, suffers from naivete though
Favorite Color: Red, black, and sometimes blue depending on his mood
Favorite Food: Most everything, he'd never had human food before so he's indulged in everything that he could get his hands on
Favorite Saying/life motto:
How does Character see himself/herself? A fallen, marked, and broken but still surviving despite Heaven's attempts to kill him
How does Character believe he/she is perceived by others? He doesn't care really aside from what Shin thinks, which is that he is still a child which annoys him
How self-confident is the character? Depends on the day, most times only somewhat confident.
Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof? Emotion
What would most embarrass this character? A lot of things though most of all being treated like a child by Shin in front of the twins.
Most important lesson learned: That Heaven may be all Shiny and Golden but its not that Beautiful
Lesson most needed to learn: That all Demons are Bad

Emotional Characteristics

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert
How does the character deal with anger? Bitching mentally
With sadness? He would hide away and deal with it alone
With conflict? Again with metal bitching
With change? He does ok with change so long as there is someone to help him get through it
With loss? I don't see him as doing well with it though it would depend on what he was lossing
What does the character want out of life? To become his own person
What would the character like to change in his/her life? To get rid of his criminal marking
What motivates this character? A drive to survive and get stronger for himself and the one he cares for
What frightens this character? Demons mostly, then again angels do too
What makes this character happy? When Shin is around, he feels oddly floaty and happy around him
Is the character judgmental of others? Yes
Is the character generous or stingy? Stingy to most
Is the character generally polite or rude? Polite but in a severe sort of way

Spiritual Characteristics

Does the character believe in God? Yes
What are the character's spiritual beliefs? He believes in Heaven, Hell, the Bible and all that is in it. He just doesn't like it.
Is religion or spirituality a part of this character's life? Yes
If so, what role does it play? It IS his life being an angel, not a just a small role. He's trying to escape it though.

Love making of all kinds

Likes:
Attrations:
Turn offs:
Flirt?
Jealous lover?
PDA policy:
Thinks about sex and wants sex:
Forplay and sex times:

Not something he thinks about at all currently  

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Markings:

Wings: His white wings are streaked through with blue, whether this is dye and an example of him being rebellious or if it a freak genetic thing has yet to be decided.

Cheeks: Two lighter colored streaks on each side of his face, face paint maybe? A hint towards a desire for more markings of the sort? Make-up? Still not sure as of yet, we will see though.

'P' Mark: P for Pecatto which means sin, this is carved only into those Angels that are considered to be First Class criminals. Keiji bears this mark on his chest over his heart due to being accused of more crimes then he was truely involved in. The reason he wasn't given the most brutal of punishments was due to his age it is believed.

Scarring: There is light scarring that can be seen upon his back, he doesn't speak of them though or how they came to be. It is said that they are from his sessions with the guardians, marks of proof that they were doing every thing in their power to get Keiji to confess to 'his crimes' many of which he wasn't truely involved in.  

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Shin Freed: Monster Hunter, Guardian, and Head of the Household

- 'Daddy' in all of his glory. Shin wassemi-retired monster hunter though there are still cases of things running rampant that he was called in to take care of. It was his means to support himself.

During one of said hunts he happend across a pair of Hellhound pups or so they called to be, the scent of demon was all over them but at the same time so was the scent of the humans that had raised them to the point they were at. They were abandon though for some unknown reason. Shin found himself taking them in despite himself.

Then a while later on another hunt he came across a fallen angel, again he took the boy in.

Shin has a dangerous job but a soft heart it would seem for the creatures that need him most. He took in three children much like one would take in stray cats...  

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Tsukiko and Yoko, Not Exactly Brothers to Keiji But Close

Tsukiko: Child of the Sun, Named for the Moon

TSUKIKO Japanese
Means "moon child" in Japanese.

Tsukiko is the more easy going of the twins, the one that is the most likely to trust someone even though that attention that is given to other people Yoko thinks should belong to him. Tsukiko is a of the Sun, blond hair, orange eyes, and sun ray like markings under his eyes. For some odd reason though it seems his human parents thought it would be amusing to name him after the moon.

Tsukiko can speak during the night time hours when the 'shared voice' belongs to him.

Yoko: Child of the Moon, Named for the Sun

YOKO Japanese
Means "sun child" in Japanese.

Silver hair, blue eyes, and cresent moon shaped markings under his eyes, he is Yoko the child of the moon. Like his brother despite looking destictly like one thing he was named for another, the sun. Their parents were an odd pair it seems.

Yoko has less trust for others anymore, in fact the only reason that he stays with Shin is because his brother does. He would rather it just be him and his twin as it was when they were wandering around after their parents abandon them.

Yoko is the stronger of the two but normally he follows his brother's lead.  

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Events

~Will Add Soon~  

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Growth

None yet, still a teen as he was when he came to live with Shin  

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Other BKAC Children

He's Met Only Tsukiko and Yoko So Far

>_>;; I need to be less lazy in this aspect of Keiji's life...  

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NPCs

Will add them when I get more in depth writing done, a few vague ideas. When something solid comes to mind I will set to writing more.  

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Advantages

 

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Disadvantages

 

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Things, Room, and Pets

 

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Thanks Go To:

Arafel who let me take over in the care of Keiji. I know that I am horribly slow but I really do want to do this. I just have to get more motivated with this child. D-corp has eaten my brain though... *shakes head to try to get brain to work for more then just one shop*  

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LINKS

~Will Add Soon~  

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There was the sound of a rattle that was the little thing that was inside of the can of spray paint that he held in his hand, he'd heard somewhere that it was a tooth that they put in it. He didn't quite know if he believed it but he'd yet to be brave enough to actually open up a spent can to find out. What if it were? That was just... morbid, disturbing, and gross! None the less he found himself starring at the can as he shook it then looked up at the white stone wall before himself. What did one write upon walls like this? He was at first coming up with nothing, it was a massive blank that like the wall needed a lot of filling in. He blamed it on this place, it was to calm and collected for one to draw from it a good idea for vandalism. There was a sudden spark of what one could almost call creativity behind those beautiful, blue eyes of the angel child as he lifted the can up.

There was the slow and steady 'Shhhhhhhh' sound that came from the can in his hand as it moved steadily a picture slowly being created before his eyes. It started out simple at first, a pentagram with an upside down star within it, another color picked up and shaken, more detail added. He felt a sense of accomplishment as he created his work of art, something that one could almost see as a heavenly blessing, such wonderful art that could be done with something so simple as a can of spray paint. It wasn't enough though, he wanted to make a stir, cause some ripples in the surface of the placid community that he lived it. He took a step back as he finished, tilting his head to the side then gave a little whistle, it was good but... why did it feel as if something were missing? Something significant? A voice in his mind seemed to whisper something darkly in his ear, a minor suggestion about what would make his already nice art that much nicer...

Even he was surprised, watching his hand in what could be fascination as it moved, scrawling out three words in beautiful, flowing cursive. He stood back to admire his work his entire body shivering in what had to be some sort of dark fascination as he looked over the words, "Can't believe I wrote that." He murmured before he turned to gather all of his paint and hurried away from the wall art leaving it to be found, three words standing out brightly declaring much to the other angels that would walk by.

'The Morning Star'.

Keiji opened is eyes looking up at the ceiling, for a moment it took his mind a moment to process what he was looking at before he blinked a couple times. He pushed to sitting up scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand to try to get the grit out of them then pushed to his feet giving a momentary wobble before plopping back down. There was a wave of hot, scalding pain from his back and he gave a low, hissing sound from between gritted teeth.

Who'd of thought that they wouldn't take what he'd done at face value? Who would have thought that they would look at it and see it not as an angel acting out or wanting attention but instead see it as a mark of something much darker? Well he supposed that he should have known. After all nobody in this place had much of a sense of humor and banished people for less right? For a good example just take a look at his... Kei shook his head not wanting to think about that. No he was told once 'Keiji that person has turned against us, against you, against our world, our ideals, and our very way of life. You must never think of him again even thoughts of such a person may lead to your own downfall'.

He'd tried to be good after that, figured that they were right, why think to hard on someone that had fallen?

It seemed that maybe that was the problem though since the beginning. When his brother had gone he'd seem to have started to try to hard to be good, try to hard to be what was desired so that they wouldn't throw him out as well. He clung to the ideals that he'd been taught since his birth... But... really when he thought long and hard about it did he want to be in a place that would reject its own children so easily? Did he want to stay in a place where only those seen as of complete and upstanding perfection were allowed to live?

At least that was what he'd thought lately though he had figured out that the placid surface gave way to dark waters below...

He'd been standing there at his window, leaning against it and listening in rapped fascination and delight as the people outside spoke in hushed whispers about the mural that had appeared upon the wall. There were talks of some many different rumors that he'd lost count and he couldn't help but be amused by it. The thought that it was the sign of another rebellion, they started to look at each other funny, it was as if they were starting to mistrust one another. As if they had no idea who had done it, who was the 'enemy' in the ranks. It was... funny. That even angels who thought so highly of themselves would descend so far into chaos when confronted with a smudge from the passed. Those three words on the wall and the figure they represented were what he was guessing was much, much worse then the rest of the mural's contents.

His fun though was cut off when he saw them, the angels that people knew to be sort of protectors among them. They way they walk spoke of strength, their eyes of devotion, their very aura's shone brightly with Gods power. And the way they cut through the crowd making their way towards his place... they didn't even stop to pause and look at others. As if they knew who had done it, as if they... His eyes went a little wide. Had they been watching him?

Keiji pushed his way away from the wall, instinct took over for a mere second telling him to flee as the door to his place was easily kicked in by one of their booted feet, "Angel Child Keiji." One of them said the tone in his voice and that piercing look making him take a step back, "We knew that your tainted blood would give way to dark thoughts but to ally yourself with The Morning Star?" The tone his voice took was accusing, baffled, and disgusted all in one.

The blonde stood in stunned silence as he heard what they said, processed it, then many hands were grabbing hold of him, hands were bound behind his back and he was being drug off. As he was pulled through the crowd he heard whispers, things that made his eyes go wide, anger flow through him and that same dark voice from the day before whisper that they were less like heavenly beings and more like animals. 'We should have known...', 'Figures, just like his brother.','A shame that one with such talent would use it for such a cause.' Cause? What cause? And before he knew it he was being tried for crimes that were almost unspeakable for just a single painting...

There was a knock before one of the Guardians stepped into his room, gave him a once over then crossed his arms, "We have been deliberating long and hard on this matter. Some have spoke of banishment, other think that to kind and want to see your wings get clipped." He said, to lose ones wings was a sentence worse then death. It was in fact the single worse torture that one could inflict upon an angel.

Keiji pushed up to his feet again taking a couple of stumbling steps backwards as if he were trying to escape from the imposing angel, they'd already done enough in their quest to him to get a confession out of him that he didn't think that he'd be able to fight them off even if it meant he'd be able to keep his wings. He wrapped said wings around himself and hugged them tightly as if that would protect them from the man in front of him.

"They aren't going to though, just to let you know. They decided that, 'He never had a chance.' Funny, huh?" He took a couple steps forward to grab hold of Keiji's shirt, lifted him up easily and started out of the room, "I think that they are letting you off far to easily. If you are still one that believes in God and his mercy I would start praying for it now. Its been decided Angel Child Keiji that your to be branded as 'Fallen' and banished henceforth to Earth, your never to returned to our hallowed grounds unless you make a full confession and are forgiven by God. Until then I wish you the best of luck."

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He looked around the place, it was so quiet here, so cold and dark. He gave a soft, bitter laugh as he realized where he was and that maybe in fact those of Heaven did in fact have some sort of morbid sense of humor? He was in a church. Banished from Heaven to a church, through which he would step out into the world to try to find a place in it... maybe... maybe he could find his brother? There were so many here though in this world, billions. How would one go about finding a single person? It was like finding a needle in a haystack but... he was here and so was his brother so... maybe. Just maybe? He gave a little sigh as he walked over to lay down on one of the pews, curling up in a ball on it to try and get some rest. One hand went to his chest to lay it over the brand that was there, hidden under his clothing. The mark of one fallen from the grace of Heaven. It ached but it wasn't as bad as if he'd lost his wings.

He would survive, he just had to try to figure out how to survive. So many things were taken for granted that were provided for him before now he was finding them out of his reach... but... this was his punishment.

He would take it like a man.