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walking_dead_walkerOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Chatsy
Other characters: N/A
IN CHARACTER
Name: Kieren Walker
Alias: He sometimes goes by 'Kier' or 'Ren'
Fandom: In The Flesh
Canon point/AU: The end of second season
Journal:walking_dead_walker
PB: Luke Newberry
Age: Physical age: 18 Chronological age: 23
History: http://intheflesh.wikia.com/wiki/Kieren_Walker
Presentation: Kieren tends to come across as the quiet, artistic sort. The sensitive type, who both is aware of how those around him are feeling, and to be hurt by the harshness of the world around him. He constantly relives the guilt of what he did before he was medicated and has flashbacks, reliving his last kill where he ate a girl's brains. This is, perhaps, why he's such a pacifist. He doesn't like to see people hurting, and as such, he'll do what he can to decrease possible tension. He wore his cover-up and contacts for a long time whenever he'd leave his home until Simon eventually convinced him to start going without, and while he's angry about the various pointless programs PDS sufferers (the politically correct term in his world for zombies), he'll typically go along with them, though he will complain.
This isn't to say that he's a push over, or that he doesn't get angry. When he thinks something is pointless or he's feeling stressed, he'll quickly respond with sarcastic quips and snide remarks. While he might not see a point in outright rebellion, because that would just get him put on a non-compliance list and taken away, he will voice his discontent when he thinks something's unfair, and when someone insists he does something he finds dishonest, he will refuse to the bitter end. When injustice becomes too apparent, he will argue, he will get angry, and while he will not resort to harming other people, he will fight it any other way he can.
He is also a good friend and very loyal to those he cares about. Even when they do things that he finds questionable, unwise or hurtful, he will stick with them until the end and try to help them through whatever they're going through.
Motivations: One of Kieren's biggest motivators is guilt. This was true even before he became partially deceased. He blamed himself for Rick being sent off to the military, because he knew Rick's dad was trying to separate them, and so he concluded that it also was his fault that Rick died, because he wouldn't have been in Afghanistan in the first place if he hadn't been in a relationship with Kieren.
Then, after he rose and spent five years eating people's brains, once he was administered neurotriptaline and returned to his old self, he had more guilt to pile on what he'd felt before. He had the memories of eating people, as well as realizing the pain he'd caused his family. Of course, he only has more guilt to come, as he'll have the choice between leaving whatever district he represents to go hungry, or to kill people, and this time he wouldn't have the excuse of not knowing what he was doing.
Of course, the reason guilt gets to him so thoroughly is largely due to the fact that he cares about others so much. Whether they be family, friends, or boyfriends, Kieren feels a strong trust and compassion for who he cares about. Even when they seem to hate him at the moment, he'll always remember the times with them when things were good between them, and he'd rather work toward bringing those feelings back than let them go.
Kieren also wants to do the right thing, but often is conflicted as to what the right thing is. He'll often try to avoid stirring up trouble, going along with things he knows are stupid for a while, in an effort to avoid consequences for himself and those he cares about until he can figure out the best way to go about things without harming innocent people in the fallout. Of course, there are limits to what he will go along with, again going back to his efforts to do the right thing.
For example, if he's told to take the blame for something he didn't do in order to avoid getting sent away, he insisted on telling the truth. He will not have people thinking he's a monster when he's done nothing wrong, especially when those who wanted him to confess likely wanted him to do so only to have a PDS sufferer on tape claiming that they were releasing rabid zombies on purpose. He's also not a fan of dishonesty, such as when Simon led Amy to believe he was interested in her when he was really with Kieren. However, when someone does come clean, even when admitting that they'd done something terrible, he will hear them out and support them, so long as they seem sorry for what they've done.
Setting: Initially, he'll panic when he realizes he's there without his neurotriptaline, but since the purpose of that drug is to keep him human-like, essentially he'll be in a state as if though he was taking it and be greatly relieved when he realizes that fact. He will disapprove of the violence and the lack of agency, but he won't be unused to it. After all, it wasn't like he was given a lot of control over things in his own world, being forced to work for the PDS Sufferer Give Back scheme – which is an involuntary program where he's expected to work for free indefinitely, told he wasn't allowed to leave the country as well as various other decisions that are made on his behalf.
He'll complain, of course, point out why he thinks the whole thing is pointless, and miss the people he cares about, but in the end, it won't seem too different from the lack of agency he has in his own world, so he'll use the same tactics. He'll push back at times, but carefully, not wanting to endanger himself or those who might get close to him. He will, however, refuse to kill in the arena for quite some time, though that will change in an arena with powers as he'll revert into a zombie without neurotriptaline if powers are working.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread: An example of a first person post, at least 200 words minimum. Feel free to use introspection and scene setting if your character is not chatty. Please use one of the two following prompts:
For Tributes: [He glared at the recording device, coldly, hatefully. Then, suddenly, he snatched it up, holding it up, and speaking into it. They wanted to know how he felt? Fine. That was just...fine. He'd be glad to tell them.]
You want to know how I feel? What are you expecting? Fear, terror, shock and awe that you have the sheer technological capability to bring me back from the dead? If that's what you're expecting, remember I came back all on my own once already. In the end, what you did is really just not that impressive.
[A lie, but he wasn't going to allow his captors to feel the superiority he was sure they'd get from any other reaction.]
And if you want me to say how terrified I am, and that I'll do what it takes to survive next round, even if it takes killing people? Then I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do that. You can kill me again and again, but I won't. I've done enough bad things...enough horrible things, and I'm not going back to that. Not when I know what I'm doing and I have control over it.
[The second the words were out of his mouth, he regretted it. He didn't know how they were keeping him like he was without daily shots of neurotriptaline, but he hoped he hadn't given them the idea to stop with those last words. He added, in a nervous, almost pleading voice, one last thing.]
I don't care what you do. Dress me up, parade me around and slaughter me for the entertainment of the million sociopaths this world's apparently made up of, but don't turn me into a killer. Please.
Prose: Kieren went into the room, and he just stared at the array of weapons. So they said his best chance of survival was impressing these people, and apparently impressing them was convincing them that he was a brutal and merciless killer. He pressed his lips into a thin line, listening to the casual chatter in the background. This was a casual evening affair for them. Having someone inform them of the ways they could kill a person, before forcing them into an arena to actually do it, was nothing more than light entertainment to them. Something that had to compete for their attention with some hors d'oeuvres.
“I'm not going to do it,” he announced. Some of the gaggle of partiers briefly glanced his way, a few of them rolling their eyes or shaking their heads, before returning to their conversations with barely a pause. Louder, he repeated. “I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to go around killing people just because a bunch of nutjobs want me to.” He didn't want to die himself, though. Not this time. And so he'd have to make an effort...but he wouldn't pretend to be a monster to do so. “You want to know what edge I'd have in this thing? It won't be by killing people. While they're all fighting to the death I'll...I'll just outlive everyone else. I can do that, you know.”
He felt an awful lot like he was talking to himself right then, so he picked up a knife. That seemed to get a few passing glances from people wondering what he was going to do with it after his whole 'no killing' speech. Then he raised the knife...and stabbed himself in the gut. This earned him a few startled gasps and some murmurs. Then he pulled the knife out, and the wound it left was black and bloodless. He stabbed himself again in a different spot.
“I'm already dead. Most of my organs have rotted away and I bled out five years ago, so I really don't have to worry about blood loss.” He pulled the knife back out, putting the filthy weapon, with bits of black, putrid rot still stuck on the blade, back on the rack as it was. If they wanted it clean, they could clean it.
“That's...about it, really.” On that note, he turned and headed back out.
What is your character scored: 7-8 Though Kieren is a pacifist and doesn't want to kill, he has killed before. He also has a few advantages in this area due to being a zombie, as he doesn't need to eat (thus taking away one major concern in trying to survive outside), and injuries just don't do as much to him. Most of his organs have rotted away, so unless someone aims for the head, they won't be hitting anything vital, and his blood is blackened and dried in his veins, so he can't bleed out. He also can't feel pain, but this doesn't mean his injuries don't effect him. A broken arm still means his arm is broken, and if he loses a limb, it's gone. Completely severing a muscle will make him lose his ability to use that limb, and he will get a limp if the muscle is severely damaged.
Since the effects of neurotriptaline in his world are essentially to make him more human (while on it, he needs to sleep, for example), when powers aren't working he'll basically be as he is on neurotriptaline. He'll still be able to do what was previously mentioned, since he still will be a walking corpse, but in an arena with restored powers, he'll become more like a traditional zombie after about a day (the time it takes for the neurotriptaline he took before his arrival to wear off). He will no longer sleep, intelligence will decline, though the zombies were shown using some basic strategy in hunting humans such as using distractions and herding people right into the arms of another zombie, more complex thought, like the ability to use and understand language, will be gone. He will become a remorseless, hungry killing machine. However, what this gains him in viciousness, he will lose in crowd likability and intelligence.
Token: An artist's paintbrush.
Name: Chatsy
Other characters: N/A
IN CHARACTER
Name: Kieren Walker
Alias: He sometimes goes by 'Kier' or 'Ren'
Fandom: In The Flesh
Canon point/AU: The end of second season
Journal:
walking_dead_walkerPB: Luke Newberry
Age: Physical age: 18 Chronological age: 23
History: http://intheflesh.wikia.com/wiki/Kieren_Walker
Presentation: Kieren tends to come across as the quiet, artistic sort. The sensitive type, who both is aware of how those around him are feeling, and to be hurt by the harshness of the world around him. He constantly relives the guilt of what he did before he was medicated and has flashbacks, reliving his last kill where he ate a girl's brains. This is, perhaps, why he's such a pacifist. He doesn't like to see people hurting, and as such, he'll do what he can to decrease possible tension. He wore his cover-up and contacts for a long time whenever he'd leave his home until Simon eventually convinced him to start going without, and while he's angry about the various pointless programs PDS sufferers (the politically correct term in his world for zombies), he'll typically go along with them, though he will complain.
This isn't to say that he's a push over, or that he doesn't get angry. When he thinks something is pointless or he's feeling stressed, he'll quickly respond with sarcastic quips and snide remarks. While he might not see a point in outright rebellion, because that would just get him put on a non-compliance list and taken away, he will voice his discontent when he thinks something's unfair, and when someone insists he does something he finds dishonest, he will refuse to the bitter end. When injustice becomes too apparent, he will argue, he will get angry, and while he will not resort to harming other people, he will fight it any other way he can.
He is also a good friend and very loyal to those he cares about. Even when they do things that he finds questionable, unwise or hurtful, he will stick with them until the end and try to help them through whatever they're going through.
Motivations: One of Kieren's biggest motivators is guilt. This was true even before he became partially deceased. He blamed himself for Rick being sent off to the military, because he knew Rick's dad was trying to separate them, and so he concluded that it also was his fault that Rick died, because he wouldn't have been in Afghanistan in the first place if he hadn't been in a relationship with Kieren.
Then, after he rose and spent five years eating people's brains, once he was administered neurotriptaline and returned to his old self, he had more guilt to pile on what he'd felt before. He had the memories of eating people, as well as realizing the pain he'd caused his family. Of course, he only has more guilt to come, as he'll have the choice between leaving whatever district he represents to go hungry, or to kill people, and this time he wouldn't have the excuse of not knowing what he was doing.
Of course, the reason guilt gets to him so thoroughly is largely due to the fact that he cares about others so much. Whether they be family, friends, or boyfriends, Kieren feels a strong trust and compassion for who he cares about. Even when they seem to hate him at the moment, he'll always remember the times with them when things were good between them, and he'd rather work toward bringing those feelings back than let them go.
Kieren also wants to do the right thing, but often is conflicted as to what the right thing is. He'll often try to avoid stirring up trouble, going along with things he knows are stupid for a while, in an effort to avoid consequences for himself and those he cares about until he can figure out the best way to go about things without harming innocent people in the fallout. Of course, there are limits to what he will go along with, again going back to his efforts to do the right thing.
For example, if he's told to take the blame for something he didn't do in order to avoid getting sent away, he insisted on telling the truth. He will not have people thinking he's a monster when he's done nothing wrong, especially when those who wanted him to confess likely wanted him to do so only to have a PDS sufferer on tape claiming that they were releasing rabid zombies on purpose. He's also not a fan of dishonesty, such as when Simon led Amy to believe he was interested in her when he was really with Kieren. However, when someone does come clean, even when admitting that they'd done something terrible, he will hear them out and support them, so long as they seem sorry for what they've done.
Setting: Initially, he'll panic when he realizes he's there without his neurotriptaline, but since the purpose of that drug is to keep him human-like, essentially he'll be in a state as if though he was taking it and be greatly relieved when he realizes that fact. He will disapprove of the violence and the lack of agency, but he won't be unused to it. After all, it wasn't like he was given a lot of control over things in his own world, being forced to work for the PDS Sufferer Give Back scheme – which is an involuntary program where he's expected to work for free indefinitely, told he wasn't allowed to leave the country as well as various other decisions that are made on his behalf.
He'll complain, of course, point out why he thinks the whole thing is pointless, and miss the people he cares about, but in the end, it won't seem too different from the lack of agency he has in his own world, so he'll use the same tactics. He'll push back at times, but carefully, not wanting to endanger himself or those who might get close to him. He will, however, refuse to kill in the arena for quite some time, though that will change in an arena with powers as he'll revert into a zombie without neurotriptaline if powers are working.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread: An example of a first person post, at least 200 words minimum. Feel free to use introspection and scene setting if your character is not chatty. Please use one of the two following prompts:
For Tributes: [He glared at the recording device, coldly, hatefully. Then, suddenly, he snatched it up, holding it up, and speaking into it. They wanted to know how he felt? Fine. That was just...fine. He'd be glad to tell them.]
You want to know how I feel? What are you expecting? Fear, terror, shock and awe that you have the sheer technological capability to bring me back from the dead? If that's what you're expecting, remember I came back all on my own once already. In the end, what you did is really just not that impressive.
[A lie, but he wasn't going to allow his captors to feel the superiority he was sure they'd get from any other reaction.]
And if you want me to say how terrified I am, and that I'll do what it takes to survive next round, even if it takes killing people? Then I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do that. You can kill me again and again, but I won't. I've done enough bad things...enough horrible things, and I'm not going back to that. Not when I know what I'm doing and I have control over it.
[The second the words were out of his mouth, he regretted it. He didn't know how they were keeping him like he was without daily shots of neurotriptaline, but he hoped he hadn't given them the idea to stop with those last words. He added, in a nervous, almost pleading voice, one last thing.]
I don't care what you do. Dress me up, parade me around and slaughter me for the entertainment of the million sociopaths this world's apparently made up of, but don't turn me into a killer. Please.
Prose: Kieren went into the room, and he just stared at the array of weapons. So they said his best chance of survival was impressing these people, and apparently impressing them was convincing them that he was a brutal and merciless killer. He pressed his lips into a thin line, listening to the casual chatter in the background. This was a casual evening affair for them. Having someone inform them of the ways they could kill a person, before forcing them into an arena to actually do it, was nothing more than light entertainment to them. Something that had to compete for their attention with some hors d'oeuvres.
“I'm not going to do it,” he announced. Some of the gaggle of partiers briefly glanced his way, a few of them rolling their eyes or shaking their heads, before returning to their conversations with barely a pause. Louder, he repeated. “I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to go around killing people just because a bunch of nutjobs want me to.” He didn't want to die himself, though. Not this time. And so he'd have to make an effort...but he wouldn't pretend to be a monster to do so. “You want to know what edge I'd have in this thing? It won't be by killing people. While they're all fighting to the death I'll...I'll just outlive everyone else. I can do that, you know.”
He felt an awful lot like he was talking to himself right then, so he picked up a knife. That seemed to get a few passing glances from people wondering what he was going to do with it after his whole 'no killing' speech. Then he raised the knife...and stabbed himself in the gut. This earned him a few startled gasps and some murmurs. Then he pulled the knife out, and the wound it left was black and bloodless. He stabbed himself again in a different spot.
“I'm already dead. Most of my organs have rotted away and I bled out five years ago, so I really don't have to worry about blood loss.” He pulled the knife back out, putting the filthy weapon, with bits of black, putrid rot still stuck on the blade, back on the rack as it was. If they wanted it clean, they could clean it.
“That's...about it, really.” On that note, he turned and headed back out.
What is your character scored: 7-8 Though Kieren is a pacifist and doesn't want to kill, he has killed before. He also has a few advantages in this area due to being a zombie, as he doesn't need to eat (thus taking away one major concern in trying to survive outside), and injuries just don't do as much to him. Most of his organs have rotted away, so unless someone aims for the head, they won't be hitting anything vital, and his blood is blackened and dried in his veins, so he can't bleed out. He also can't feel pain, but this doesn't mean his injuries don't effect him. A broken arm still means his arm is broken, and if he loses a limb, it's gone. Completely severing a muscle will make him lose his ability to use that limb, and he will get a limp if the muscle is severely damaged.
Since the effects of neurotriptaline in his world are essentially to make him more human (while on it, he needs to sleep, for example), when powers aren't working he'll basically be as he is on neurotriptaline. He'll still be able to do what was previously mentioned, since he still will be a walking corpse, but in an arena with restored powers, he'll become more like a traditional zombie after about a day (the time it takes for the neurotriptaline he took before his arrival to wear off). He will no longer sleep, intelligence will decline, though the zombies were shown using some basic strategy in hunting humans such as using distractions and herding people right into the arms of another zombie, more complex thought, like the ability to use and understand language, will be gone. He will become a remorseless, hungry killing machine. However, what this gains him in viciousness, he will lose in crowd likability and intelligence.
Token: An artist's paintbrush.
