FAWKES, KORI HANNIBAL

[KORI FAWKES]

korihannibalfawkes.
what's up, winterthorne? i'm PROMETHEA,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 4,000 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for TWO years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the CANNIBALISTIC one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Takorian Hannibal Fawkes
nicknames , Just Kori
age and year , Fifteen, Freshman
sexual preference , Bi
birthday , October Thirty Seventh, 1993 (August Sixth, 1993)
species , Demon
occupation , Student
powers ,
Fire Wielding
Technopathy

butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , 6' 2"
weight , 130
tattoos and piercings , On the pale flesh over his left hip, he has "Despicable Me" in all capitals, small DotumChe font. No piercings.
best feature , His dark eyes are endless pools, shining chocolate drops in the bloodshot ivory backdrop.
general ,
Kori's face is slightly feminine and has a sculpted look to it. His eyebrows are neither heavy nor thin, but they are shaped in a gently masculine form. His eyes are large and sunken, with dark shadows coloring him insomnia. His eyes are bloodshot from computer and television screens. The dark spinning orbs planted against the unhealthy background are his irises and pupils, for the two melt together.
His nose and lips are that of classic handsomeness. His lips are full and extremely kissable. His chin has a soft cleft in the bone, shaping the pale flesh above.

His hair is much lighter than his eyes, a gentle shade of chestnut almond. His roots are dark and create a lovely effect when he styles his hair. The long bangs in front hang straight and drift over to cover his right eyes, the sides following suit down to brush his shoulders. The long back is spiked up and tapered lightly to the right.
He wears an abundance of black clothing. Ebony sweaters, black buttoned down shirts (Oxfords), black pants (which are usually pairs of dark skinny jeans, extra zippers everywhere imaginable), et cetera. He wears ties in solid colors, crimsons and oranges, sometimes whites and even dark greens. He wears dark boots; steel-toed, of course.
Kori wears necklaces, rosaries (not just for the shock value) and crimson beads on light leather strings.
playby , Celestin Venus

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , Cigarettes, reading, theories on Death, exploring the realms of thanatology, computers and technologies, rain, the sound of violins, writing.
dislikes , Optimistic thinking, Optimistic people, the rotten core of Man and all beings, school, those who judge him and find themselves better, hypocrisy, idiots, narcissism, superiority complexes, the masses.
strengths , He's very creative and extremely sharp, though he doesn't realize this. He doesn't buy into bullshit and analyzes and interprets everything he sees, categorizing it in his mind; it makes him less vulnerable to exploitation. He sees things abstractly, from every angle.
weaknesses , He's unresponsive and unable to relate to those who approach him. He's very lonely and lases out on himself, causing his self-esteem and self-image to suffer greatly. He has an extraordinarily dark view of the world and is unable to see beauty. He doesn't seem to pay attention in school and his teachers think of him as useless.
fears , Not dying an early death, becoming optimistic.
quirks , When he's bored or nervous, he snaps his fingers, and they go alight. His fingers are constantly twitching. He's always messing with his hair.
secrets , He really doesn't want to disappoint his foster mother, but he knows he does. Kori also wants to know who his birth parents are.
general ,

What is fear? Fear is shadows, fear is the unknown. Kori is so over shadows.
He believes the Four Horsemen are faults designed into man and therefore, the apocalypse is upon us every minute of the fucking day. The problem is we're not dying quickly enough. Man struggles and it’s more than pathetic, but that fight response is ever so appealing. Kori laughs at this. He doesn't believe he's above man, but rather is nothing but man himself. Everyone believes in filth and greed. Everyone is accustomed to sin.
Especially Kori.
He's a little obsessed with death and the apocalypse, but hey, what normal teenager isn't? No need to say he's a solitary figure, absorbed in his own lethargy even on a night out with the other delinquents.

He prefers to be alone, surrounded by cigarette smoke and novels by those long ago buried. He spends far too much (though it does depend who you ask) time upon the computer, playing various different games, melting his mind. Sometimes he makes his computer crash just for the fun of it. He’s the kind of person who would make it rain at his own party.

Kori is incredibly sharp and intelligent, despite what his teachers might say. He's especially interested in anthropology. But school is just practice in muscle memory to him. Shove the locker open. Grab books. Sit. Attract the least amount of attention you can. He has an overgrown fascination with electronics, and exercises his technopathy whenever he feels particularly melancholy.

With humor as black as his lungs, he sometimes writes short, completely off-the wall stories. Most of them involve the dark side of man and the dehumanizing processes of various situations. Most of the time he snaps his fingers, and touches his fingers, lit like five pale candles to the paper and watches them burn.

To people, Kori's a distant force. Messed up inside and hasn't found anyone to share it with. He feels as if he was thrust onto a different planet and listens to nothing more than an unfamiliar tongue when people talk. He can't relate. Sometimes he appears emotionless, completely secluded from the world which surrounds him. In his dreams, he gallops through the streets upon the pale horse of Death, warning all that the end is coming.

idon'tcarewhatyouthink.
( aslongasit'saboutme! )

favorite cereal , Boo Berry
deal or no deal , "Says who?"
if confronted by the living dead , "I told you so."

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , where did you grow up?
family , Foster mother, Anya
pets , A ball python named Cannibal.
best memory , Going to the beach with Anya when he was in Fifth Grade, before things got incalculably complicated.
worst memory , In third grade when he overheard his parent-teacher conference about him, and all the nasty things that were said about him from his teacher. And his foster-mother agreeing to them.
history ,

Kori feels he was abandoned. Anya says he was a gift left unwrapped. Whatever he was, newborn Kori was found at a Bus Stop by Anya on her way from the grocery store on August Sixth, 1993. Recently divorced to a man who had been carrying on an affair with another woman for half a decade due to Anya's own infertility, Anya was considering adoption already when barely a day old Kori showed up. She legally adopted him.
It became apparent Kori was unusual. Different: Able to wield fire at the age of three months. Daycare charges extra when your child is setting fire to the other kiddies in the playpen.
Anya tried her damnedest to control him. Kori learned that playing with fire was a big no-no. He was just another pyro child in Anya's eyes.
They lived on the salary of a Middle School English teacher, which really wasn't much. Most of Kori’s youth was spent in a small apartment in Newark, New Jersey. He wasn't allowed to go outside after the sun went down and he soon became fine with that. He immersed himself in the radioactive glow of the TV screen, Cartoon network playing full-time, all day and night.
Kori wasn't old enough for Pre-School yet and Anya couldn't stay home with him, so she often hired sitters. Kori managed to scare away every one of them until he saw the exhausted look upon Anya's face. He tried harder to be good, and managed to keep a sitter for at least a week.

Kori was excited as any six-year old for Pre-School. He was all puppies and kittens for it, he knew not to use his powers, knew how to be a good boy. But even in Pre-School, he had an extremely difficult time making friends. So he spent a lot of time with his Foster-mom Anya (who he just ended up calling "Mom") instead of other kids. He'd only talk to other kids if they said something to him first. Mostly he just watched TV.
As he grew into Elementary and Middle School, his emotional despondence and careless, lethargic nature had earned him no friends. Big damn surprise. They would move a lot when Anya was transferred to different schools, and this was of no help to Kori, either. His teachers could care less about him and he drifted into the shadows, the pale crazy boy who didn't talk.

Anya got more tired and looked at Kori like she felt sorry for him. He stopped looking at her after that and barely talks to her anymore. Their apartments are quiet places where only ghosts live.
Getting sent to Winterthorne was something of a relief to Kori, but a familiar knot would twist in his stomach when he thought about how it wouldn't be different from his other schools. He didn't know what would happen there. He just was glad not to have to be in the house of a thousand hollow footsteps anymore.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password , say whaaaaaat.
sample post , From another site...because I'm damn fuckin' tired. xD

The sun was setting over Hogwarts. From the heavens poured a blood with the viscosity of feathers, as the yellow-orange of an Australian sunset flooded through the windows. The last remainders of the sun twinkled vividly, gold shimmering upon the entire castle.
Except, of course, for the Dungeons. They were, as Alex liked them, bathed in shadow.
Being Saturday, this was about the time Alex woke up. Shielded by the curtains of his four-poster, he stirred, awaking. His lips twitches, his eyebrows furrowed. Waking up was his least favorite part of the day, and it didn't exactly get better from then on.
His fist pounded upon his pillow and he curled more beneath the sheets. He wanted anything but to wake up.

However, his brain had other ideas. It pried his eyes open, and forced him to sit up. He placed his head in his hands, not knowing what time it was, what day it was, barely who he was.
Just how he liked it.
He stretched, pulling away the curtains. Standing, he flipped his ebony hair, standing up in all directions. His bare chest was pale in the greenish glow of the Dungeons.
Alex blinked slowly, and yawned.

Pulling a black shirt over his bare chest, and slipping equally black, tight jeans on over his red-plaid boxers, he took his leave from the room.
Alex Keaton with bedhead and tight jeans on was usually a hit in the Common Room. Seeing no one was there, he felt a little disappointed.
He wondered idly if they had all died when he was sleeping, and in no real hurry left the Dungeons and the Common Room. Walking along the castle halls, barefooted, looking like a zombie (a sexy zombie, of course) he looked around to see every place empty.

Ambling by the Great Hall, he heard raucous yells. Everyone must be at a meal. Blinking, blinded, in the dying sunlight, he assumed it must have been dinner.
Flipping his messy hair, he continued to walk. He didn't think he could be any more bored if he tried. In is carelessness, he'd knocked right into someone.
Stumbling back a little, his expression went from surprised to pissed in about a second.
"Watch where you're going, motherfucker," He growled, looking to who he had just run into.

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

[SAV SAVVINGTON]

ACCEPTED.

uh. we killed the last kori. so. i'll just change the dead kid's name. or something. XD