The Games Application - Kevin
Jan. 14th, 2014 02:40 amOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Lady Vincira
Other characters: None yet.
IN CHARACTER
Name: Kevin
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Canon point/AU: Technically episode 39 for timeline, but Kevin hasn't been officially SHOWN in canon since episode 19B.
Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asmilinggod
PB: Gabriel Mann (with some edits)
History: His Wiki Page and The transcript of his central episode.
There is absolutely no history given for Kevin in canon (though there is some theory that he is actually Cecil's brother, who was taken away when Cecil was 15), so what follows is a very brief explanation of my version of his past:
From Kevin's early childhood, he was claimed for the company of Strexcorp Synernists Inc. He never knew his mother or father, and to be honest? It never really bothered him. Nothing ever really bothered him, come to think of it. Everything was always been absolutely perfect.
Kindergarten for most kids involves learning to count, learning colors and numbers, so on. For Kevin, it meant learning about sound equipment and what filling out forms in triplicate means. Every little bump and bruise and scrape he got was treated by Strexcorp doctors - with a bit of overkill, maybe, but he barely feels pain anymore now! He needed glasses...but then they fixed his vision, leaving him with deep black eyes. He likes them! He always has. Everyone was always so INTERESTED in them, and the way they made people look at him? What a great way to start conversation!
Kevin never wanted for anything. He was smart, and he was receptive, and he was oh-so-easy to condition. Fear response? It was all but eradicated. The world that Kevin saw around him was ideal, and would always be ideal, no matter what. It had to be. He was going to be on the radio, talking to the people. They needed someone to smile.
During High School he got licensed for Audio Engineering on the side, being postured for his future as the radio host of his town. Eventually he rose to be the mouthpiece of the company, and took his seat at Desert Bluffs Community Radio. He's been there ever since, just...doing the good work he was meant to.
Now the company has purchased another radio station with another radio host, waaaaay over in the little town of Night Vale. Kevin doesn't know anything about what they're like, but he's just pleased as punch at the expansion. He hopes that, someday, he'll get to meet these wonderful people!
...Or, he hoped, rather. Because instead of a trip to Night Vale, it seems as if now he's on a trip to somewhere...different.
Presentation: People back in Desert Bluffs have to take Kevin's personality with a grain of salt - but then, you need a whole shaker of the stuff to deal with the town at large. Sure, he's a very, VERY nice guy, always sunny and optimistic...but he's also usually covered in blood and gore from his studio, which is literally SOAKED with blood and scattered with teeth and bones. Sure, he's always smiling at you - but he's smiling at you with a MUCH too wide, jagged grin, and he's looking at you with eyes like a pair of pitch-black, non-reflective marbles set into sockets. None of this stops him from being giving and saccharine-sweet, always ready to try and make you happy. He tends to come across as kind of...simple. Not stupid, but the kind of corn-fed, over-honest face you would be likely to see on morning talk shows.
Other than the teeth and eyes, Kevin is a reasonably attractive young man. He's about average height and weight, with a healthy head of thick blonde hair that he keeps neat and short. He's got lots of color in his cheeks - living in the desert will do that - but he does have the dark circles of a workaholic. His clothes are always neat and well-fit in cut, but they tend to get stained pretty quickly, and...he doesn't notice. He doesn't like dress shoes, eschewing them in favor of his favorite (horribly bloodstained) tennis shoes.
He has a funny scar on the back of his neck, but if pressed about this, he won't be able to tell you where he got it.
Motivations: If you could cut open Kevin's mind and look inside, you would see company numbers, fluffy bunnies, and cupcakes. He has been conditioned to the point of being completely unable to see anything wrong with his surroundings, doing away with stimulus such as fear or disgust entirely by removing the stimulus from his view. It isn't that he doesn't know everything where he comes from is gory, moist with blood, and horrifying...it's just that he doesn't see anything wrong with it. (During the part of Sandstorm where he unknowingly goes through a portal to Night Vale, he comments that the studio is very old and very "dry and bloodless.")
Everything he does is in the name of morale, efficiency, and the good of the company. If you looked up "corporate tool" in the dictionary, you would probably find a picture of this guy. So it IS as true as it looks that he wants to make you happy. He knows that people are more productive when they are happy...and so he takes care to make people as happy as he can. However, while he may have ulterior motives running subconsciously, Kevin genuinely does like to make everyone else as happy as he is. He doesn't seem to be capable of bearing ill will at all, and you will never find yourself hated in his presence; you could stab him in the heart and he would still insist that you were still his friend.
He's been trained extensively in the ways of business, and so while he may initially seem sort of simple (or even stupid), he's actually just got a really brilliant sense of tact where public relations are concerned, and he's quite intelligent mathematically. Kevin is an expert kiss-up when he has to be, and he's got the gift of gab to match.
Where Night Vale tends to lean towards magic and even pantheism with modern science being an incredible novelty, Desert Bluffs (and by extension Kevin) tends to be more about progress, science, technology, and...well, religion still plays into it, but they want something somewhat more...unified. Kevin will occasionally mention God and being blessed, but it isn't at all clear - nor does he know - which God he is talking about.
Setting: Well, Kevin's inability to see anything wrong with gore, danger, or trouble is going to remove a lot of the stress from his being in the Games and the repeated deaths. However, being in a setting that is NOT owned (nor has ever heard of) his parent company Strexcorp is going to knock him for a bit of a loop - and not being a radio host will remove him even further from what is familiar. He's not intimidating at the outset, but as soon as he's told that it is, for all intents and purposes, his JOB to be the last person alive in the arenas, he will put everything he is into being efficient about it. He will harbor no grudges and bear no ill will...but he will also assume no one else should, either. After all...it IS a game, isn't it?
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[The device is a bit different from what Kevin is used to, but recording equipment is still recording equipment - so in a very little bit of time, he's grinning his too-wide, too-pointy grin into the lens, eyes black and vacant. There is no fear in them...actually, there's not much of anything in them at all.]
Wow, that was exciting! I don't get a lot of opportunities to get out from behind the microphone, so that was a wonderful and new experience. What matters is that I've come out of it feeling rested and ready to do it again!
[Either this guy is completely sidestepping his own horrifically gory demise, or he genuinely does not mind that he got disembowled and is now back to life. He stops to think for a moment, and it seems like he might be looking up in consideration, but it's...really hard to tell when he doesn't have any pupils.]
Gosh, I do feel bad if I disappointed anybody by losing. Maybe I wasn't efficient enough? I'll try to improve my performance for next time, though. I gave 110% this time around - and I'm gonna give 150% for the next one!
I believe in a smiling god, all you wonderful people out there - and I believe that he's going to see me through the next competition with a smile and a song in my heart!
[With a thumbs up, he cuts the feed.]
Prose:
Well gosh, this was kind of a funny situation, wasn't it?
Kevin stepped out into the room, all pressed suit, deep (stained) red tennis shoes, and bits of flesh clinging to the fabric of his sleeves and pant legs. He didn't look like much of a fighter - not muscular, not lithe...he was just a young man, grinning much more broadly than most people who walked through those doors, no doubt.
He cast a brief glance around at all the targets that littered the area...contemplating them. He was thinking over the talk that he had just been given on the way into the room - there was some kind of big game, some people that he needed to impress...oh! There they were! Jet-black eyes rose to the force field and the people beyond it. Watching him. Just like....
A performance review.
Of course! This was like his interview, wasn't it? He had to show these people what he could do! Far be it from him to do less than his best at an assigned job, after all. Standing straight and proud, his voice rang out, sure and clear as a bell.
"Hello there! My name is Kevin. I'm just so honored to be up for consideration for - well - whatever this is, exactly! Out of anyone you could have picked to bring in here, you picked me! And from the looks of all of this, that's a pretty big deal. I will do my best to fill this position, and I promise you, I will behave with the quality of performance that everyone anticipates from Strexcorp Synernists Inc!"
He wasn't...exactly sure what he was meant to do, exactly, but he wasn't stupid. There were weapons and targets. Likely he was meant to hit one with the other. Selecting a set of blades that were meant to be held between the fingers, he fit them into his palms, wiggling his knuckles into position around them -
And then launched himself across the room with a high-pitched laugh, bounding in long strides up to a human-shaped target to drive the blades through its abdomen. That was pretty impressive, right? Well, just in case - for good measure, you know - he snapped his head forward, taking a chunk out of the dummy with his wide, pointed set of teeth. Lurching away, he spat out the mouthful of material, moving to the next target - and then to the next one. He shredded, pounced, clawed, bit, and slashed his way through all the proffered targets, trying to show focus, trying to be as impressive as a guy in a business suit with katar claws and pointy teeth could be.
Then it all came to a stop, and he straightened up from the final target, grinning again, wood and stuffing and fabric all stuck in his crocodile grin.
"Thank you for your time! I look forward to the next interview!"
What is your character scored: Kevin would probably be scored at about a 9. He's always smiling, and while this can be creepy, he has a very pleasant and upbeat demeanor that might intrigue the crowd.
Kevin doesn't really have any powers, precisely. He CAN metabolize raw meat without a problem, though, and that's not exclusive to any particular species of meat. His studio is covered in blood and teeth back in Desert Bluffs, and a guy trying to strangle him to death was interpreted as a hug by him, so it's safe to say that he can be a pretty frightening guy in hand-to-hand combat and can take a LOT of punishment. He feels pain no problem...but he's likely to lose consciousness before he really starts to be bothered by it. That said, he's not at all invincible, and he can be cut or stabbed like most humans. (To be clear, he IS still basically human. Just...altered.)
His eyes have been modified to see in very bright light - he could stare into the sun, no problem, and see like anyone else could in normal lighting conditions. His night vision is about average.
Kevin's teeth and jaws are extraordinarily strong. He couldn't tear through metal, but if he wanted to take a bite out of a tree, he could manage.
He DOES have an extensive knowledge of audio equipment, however, and if he really really wanted to, given even passable tools, he could probably find a way to hack most PA systems. (This isn't something that will come up except by mod approval.)
I'm playing him as having had a microchip in the back of his neck since childhood that helped to regulate his behavior, possibly with electric shock. This is still in him, but if necessary, does not need to be functional as his behavior is second-nature by now. This COULD be used for some fun later on if someone tampered with the chip, but that is at MOD DISCRETION.
Name: Lady Vincira
Other characters: None yet.
IN CHARACTER
Name: Kevin
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Canon point/AU: Technically episode 39 for timeline, but Kevin hasn't been officially SHOWN in canon since episode 19B.
Journal:
asmilinggodPB: Gabriel Mann (with some edits)
History: His Wiki Page and The transcript of his central episode.
There is absolutely no history given for Kevin in canon (though there is some theory that he is actually Cecil's brother, who was taken away when Cecil was 15), so what follows is a very brief explanation of my version of his past:
From Kevin's early childhood, he was claimed for the company of Strexcorp Synernists Inc. He never knew his mother or father, and to be honest? It never really bothered him. Nothing ever really bothered him, come to think of it. Everything was always been absolutely perfect.
Kindergarten for most kids involves learning to count, learning colors and numbers, so on. For Kevin, it meant learning about sound equipment and what filling out forms in triplicate means. Every little bump and bruise and scrape he got was treated by Strexcorp doctors - with a bit of overkill, maybe, but he barely feels pain anymore now! He needed glasses...but then they fixed his vision, leaving him with deep black eyes. He likes them! He always has. Everyone was always so INTERESTED in them, and the way they made people look at him? What a great way to start conversation!
Kevin never wanted for anything. He was smart, and he was receptive, and he was oh-so-easy to condition. Fear response? It was all but eradicated. The world that Kevin saw around him was ideal, and would always be ideal, no matter what. It had to be. He was going to be on the radio, talking to the people. They needed someone to smile.
During High School he got licensed for Audio Engineering on the side, being postured for his future as the radio host of his town. Eventually he rose to be the mouthpiece of the company, and took his seat at Desert Bluffs Community Radio. He's been there ever since, just...doing the good work he was meant to.
Now the company has purchased another radio station with another radio host, waaaaay over in the little town of Night Vale. Kevin doesn't know anything about what they're like, but he's just pleased as punch at the expansion. He hopes that, someday, he'll get to meet these wonderful people!
...Or, he hoped, rather. Because instead of a trip to Night Vale, it seems as if now he's on a trip to somewhere...different.
Presentation: People back in Desert Bluffs have to take Kevin's personality with a grain of salt - but then, you need a whole shaker of the stuff to deal with the town at large. Sure, he's a very, VERY nice guy, always sunny and optimistic...but he's also usually covered in blood and gore from his studio, which is literally SOAKED with blood and scattered with teeth and bones. Sure, he's always smiling at you - but he's smiling at you with a MUCH too wide, jagged grin, and he's looking at you with eyes like a pair of pitch-black, non-reflective marbles set into sockets. None of this stops him from being giving and saccharine-sweet, always ready to try and make you happy. He tends to come across as kind of...simple. Not stupid, but the kind of corn-fed, over-honest face you would be likely to see on morning talk shows.
Other than the teeth and eyes, Kevin is a reasonably attractive young man. He's about average height and weight, with a healthy head of thick blonde hair that he keeps neat and short. He's got lots of color in his cheeks - living in the desert will do that - but he does have the dark circles of a workaholic. His clothes are always neat and well-fit in cut, but they tend to get stained pretty quickly, and...he doesn't notice. He doesn't like dress shoes, eschewing them in favor of his favorite (horribly bloodstained) tennis shoes.
He has a funny scar on the back of his neck, but if pressed about this, he won't be able to tell you where he got it.
Motivations: If you could cut open Kevin's mind and look inside, you would see company numbers, fluffy bunnies, and cupcakes. He has been conditioned to the point of being completely unable to see anything wrong with his surroundings, doing away with stimulus such as fear or disgust entirely by removing the stimulus from his view. It isn't that he doesn't know everything where he comes from is gory, moist with blood, and horrifying...it's just that he doesn't see anything wrong with it. (During the part of Sandstorm where he unknowingly goes through a portal to Night Vale, he comments that the studio is very old and very "dry and bloodless.")
Everything he does is in the name of morale, efficiency, and the good of the company. If you looked up "corporate tool" in the dictionary, you would probably find a picture of this guy. So it IS as true as it looks that he wants to make you happy. He knows that people are more productive when they are happy...and so he takes care to make people as happy as he can. However, while he may have ulterior motives running subconsciously, Kevin genuinely does like to make everyone else as happy as he is. He doesn't seem to be capable of bearing ill will at all, and you will never find yourself hated in his presence; you could stab him in the heart and he would still insist that you were still his friend.
He's been trained extensively in the ways of business, and so while he may initially seem sort of simple (or even stupid), he's actually just got a really brilliant sense of tact where public relations are concerned, and he's quite intelligent mathematically. Kevin is an expert kiss-up when he has to be, and he's got the gift of gab to match.
Where Night Vale tends to lean towards magic and even pantheism with modern science being an incredible novelty, Desert Bluffs (and by extension Kevin) tends to be more about progress, science, technology, and...well, religion still plays into it, but they want something somewhat more...unified. Kevin will occasionally mention God and being blessed, but it isn't at all clear - nor does he know - which God he is talking about.
Setting: Well, Kevin's inability to see anything wrong with gore, danger, or trouble is going to remove a lot of the stress from his being in the Games and the repeated deaths. However, being in a setting that is NOT owned (nor has ever heard of) his parent company Strexcorp is going to knock him for a bit of a loop - and not being a radio host will remove him even further from what is familiar. He's not intimidating at the outset, but as soon as he's told that it is, for all intents and purposes, his JOB to be the last person alive in the arenas, he will put everything he is into being efficient about it. He will harbor no grudges and bear no ill will...but he will also assume no one else should, either. After all...it IS a game, isn't it?
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[The device is a bit different from what Kevin is used to, but recording equipment is still recording equipment - so in a very little bit of time, he's grinning his too-wide, too-pointy grin into the lens, eyes black and vacant. There is no fear in them...actually, there's not much of anything in them at all.]
Wow, that was exciting! I don't get a lot of opportunities to get out from behind the microphone, so that was a wonderful and new experience. What matters is that I've come out of it feeling rested and ready to do it again!
[Either this guy is completely sidestepping his own horrifically gory demise, or he genuinely does not mind that he got disembowled and is now back to life. He stops to think for a moment, and it seems like he might be looking up in consideration, but it's...really hard to tell when he doesn't have any pupils.]
Gosh, I do feel bad if I disappointed anybody by losing. Maybe I wasn't efficient enough? I'll try to improve my performance for next time, though. I gave 110% this time around - and I'm gonna give 150% for the next one!
I believe in a smiling god, all you wonderful people out there - and I believe that he's going to see me through the next competition with a smile and a song in my heart!
[With a thumbs up, he cuts the feed.]
Prose:
Well gosh, this was kind of a funny situation, wasn't it?
Kevin stepped out into the room, all pressed suit, deep (stained) red tennis shoes, and bits of flesh clinging to the fabric of his sleeves and pant legs. He didn't look like much of a fighter - not muscular, not lithe...he was just a young man, grinning much more broadly than most people who walked through those doors, no doubt.
He cast a brief glance around at all the targets that littered the area...contemplating them. He was thinking over the talk that he had just been given on the way into the room - there was some kind of big game, some people that he needed to impress...oh! There they were! Jet-black eyes rose to the force field and the people beyond it. Watching him. Just like....
A performance review.
Of course! This was like his interview, wasn't it? He had to show these people what he could do! Far be it from him to do less than his best at an assigned job, after all. Standing straight and proud, his voice rang out, sure and clear as a bell.
"Hello there! My name is Kevin. I'm just so honored to be up for consideration for - well - whatever this is, exactly! Out of anyone you could have picked to bring in here, you picked me! And from the looks of all of this, that's a pretty big deal. I will do my best to fill this position, and I promise you, I will behave with the quality of performance that everyone anticipates from Strexcorp Synernists Inc!"
He wasn't...exactly sure what he was meant to do, exactly, but he wasn't stupid. There were weapons and targets. Likely he was meant to hit one with the other. Selecting a set of blades that were meant to be held between the fingers, he fit them into his palms, wiggling his knuckles into position around them -
And then launched himself across the room with a high-pitched laugh, bounding in long strides up to a human-shaped target to drive the blades through its abdomen. That was pretty impressive, right? Well, just in case - for good measure, you know - he snapped his head forward, taking a chunk out of the dummy with his wide, pointed set of teeth. Lurching away, he spat out the mouthful of material, moving to the next target - and then to the next one. He shredded, pounced, clawed, bit, and slashed his way through all the proffered targets, trying to show focus, trying to be as impressive as a guy in a business suit with katar claws and pointy teeth could be.
Then it all came to a stop, and he straightened up from the final target, grinning again, wood and stuffing and fabric all stuck in his crocodile grin.
"Thank you for your time! I look forward to the next interview!"
What is your character scored: Kevin would probably be scored at about a 9. He's always smiling, and while this can be creepy, he has a very pleasant and upbeat demeanor that might intrigue the crowd.
Kevin doesn't really have any powers, precisely. He CAN metabolize raw meat without a problem, though, and that's not exclusive to any particular species of meat. His studio is covered in blood and teeth back in Desert Bluffs, and a guy trying to strangle him to death was interpreted as a hug by him, so it's safe to say that he can be a pretty frightening guy in hand-to-hand combat and can take a LOT of punishment. He feels pain no problem...but he's likely to lose consciousness before he really starts to be bothered by it. That said, he's not at all invincible, and he can be cut or stabbed like most humans. (To be clear, he IS still basically human. Just...altered.)
His eyes have been modified to see in very bright light - he could stare into the sun, no problem, and see like anyone else could in normal lighting conditions. His night vision is about average.
Kevin's teeth and jaws are extraordinarily strong. He couldn't tear through metal, but if he wanted to take a bite out of a tree, he could manage.
He DOES have an extensive knowledge of audio equipment, however, and if he really really wanted to, given even passable tools, he could probably find a way to hack most PA systems. (This isn't something that will come up except by mod approval.)
I'm playing him as having had a microchip in the back of his neck since childhood that helped to regulate his behavior, possibly with electric shock. This is still in him, but if necessary, does not need to be functional as his behavior is second-nature by now. This COULD be used for some fun later on if someone tampered with the chip, but that is at MOD DISCRETION.
