Kai Engel

[kai]

KAI ENGAL

....the mask

Your Name: Jordan
Where did you find us?: Marc <3
How long have you been roleplaying?:Four, almost Five Years
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...basic character information

Birth Name: Kai Engel
Nickname: KaiKai
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Birth date: September 25
Major: Any art class
Classes: Photography, Drawing, Sculpture
Animal Identity: Tasmanian Devil

...personality

Likes:

• modeling
  
• designing
  
• winning
  
• racing
  
• cards
  
• movies
  
• any art
  
• talking
  
• funky nail colors
  
• guys, sexy ones
  
• fighting
  
• the night
  
• musicians, they’re sexy
  
• loves techno and alternative music
  
• almost any other kind of music except rap or country
  

Dislikes:

• losing
  
• any female really
  
• being called bitchy as if it’s a bad thing
  
• posers//fakes//liars
  
• being confused
  
• girls who think they can sing but sound like they’re screeching
  
• boring games
  
• being cold
  
• cookie stealers :3
  
• thinking about her past
  

Fears:

• getting DFTD (Devil facial tumor disease);; a sure death sentence to her. She’s not immune because she’s part human, and the thought of having this take her down is kind of unnerving.
  
• dying alone
  
• Becoming blind. There is too much left to see..
  
• not making a mark on this world in any way
  

Strengths:

• Very strong
  
• Confident
  
• High pain tolerance
  

Weaknesses:

• Straightforward//Outspoken
  
• Vicious when provoked or agitated
  
• Subborn
  
• Holds a grudge effortlessly
  

Overall:
Kai is a very outspoken girl. She doesn’t hide her opinion in the least, when asked she will tell you exactly what she thinks even if it may sting a bit. She doesn’t really care for what she considers ‘fluff’ because people need to grow a pair and learn to take criticism and grow from it. Frankly from her past and how people were quite rude and obnoxious to her she sees no need to be nice in return to them or others. Don’t take this the wrong way though; Kai can be a very boisterous and fun loving person. She is always up for a good time, or even a good party. She seems a bit bizarre, and in fact she is though that is exactly why some love her and many hate her. Kai does have some semblance of a sweet bone in her body, right with her funny bone. She likes to keep a calm air about her, and is very relaxed until agitated. It is sort of a warning sign, like sitting in a lion’s den. It is always calm when the lion is relaxing and watching over things, but stick your head in its mouth and it will bite your head off.

Kai loves to smile, and can be a bit impulsive. Some things she may want to do can just sound a bit odd and irrational, but frankly she doesn’t care. She enjoys living life to the fullest, and if you’re going to stand in her way she is going to take you down so she can have it how she wants it. She has a bold way about her in her fashion statement, and her way of holding herself. She isn’t one to hide who she is, and doesn’t really appreciate oppression. She will flat out tell you anything she’s done wrong, because frankly she has no regrets, and is ashamed of nothing. Sure she may not do something anymore because it was wrong, but she finds her past what makes her who she is and that is at the end of the day someone she likes, and that is that.

For the most part Kai knows that she needs to keep herself in check during class, to create a 'positive air for learning.' Besides she doesn't want to get herself fired. She mellows out quite a bit though when in an art room it’s a bit of a release to her. She particularly loves photography and working with her hands. She can be a decently fair teacher, if you had a reason for your design, and followed how to create it appropriately she will give you a decent grade, though she care's a lot less if you're rude, or female. She has a bit of a bad disposition towards some people, and is known as that kind of wacky art teacher, but many love her and her strange ways. Not too many outbreaks have happened with her temper in the classroom. She has gotten much better with handling them maturely for the sake of her job.

She is slightly rough around the edges from the way she grew up, but the truth is she is turning out to be a regular person, one trying to figure out how to deal with emotional stress, trauma, and just life in general. She has her flaws, her problems, and things she really needs to work on but everyone does. In a way she is typical, and in a way she is absolutely not. She loves to have fun like anyone in their twenties, but has come a majorly long way from the uncivilized animal she used to be.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Kerli Koiv
Appearance:
Kai is a very beautiful young woman with a small physique. She has minimal curves, though that fact hinders her none in how people take her for beautiful. She walks at about five six, or higher depending on the apparel of her heels, and a petite weight. Her light blonde almost white hair goes past her butt and is pin straight naturally. Her blue-grey eyes are a sight to behold, they can be loving and sweet, when she allows, but icy cold or dry on a regular basis. They’re almost always outlined by bold eyeliner as well as other makeup. She doesn’t hold back in anything, be it art on a canvas, her body, or her clothing. She is a real sight to see, though you may think her ways strange she is merely being herself, showing off her creative way of thinking.

She has a number of piercings, one in her tongue, the middle of her bottom lip, a few in her ears, and two in her bellybutton. Kai also has a few tattoos , a butterfly on her right forearm, Chinese symbols on the back of her neck that people rarely see that says “music” and Latin writings on each arm: Amicus Kumari Seneris (a friend of the human race) on her right arm, and Agnus Dei (Servant//Lamb of God) on her left arm. Each tattoo has a special meaning to her that she will openly tell you if asked.

Kai has a very interesting fashion sense. From jeans and a t-shirt, corsets and tutus to outfits you wouldn’t see elsewhere like almost that of a Lolita doll. Her style is a mix of German, Japanese culture as well as what is in her own head. She loves designing her own clothing, and it shows. Kai loves shoes, though rarely makes her own. High-heels are awesome, and the more showy or flashy the better. Kai has an outward appearance of ‘I’m different, and I’m not going to hide my peacock feathers from the world. If you don’t like it you can shove off.’

A Tasmanian Devil is about a stout little creature of 2 feet in length and a bit under thirty pounds. She is a sleek black color that is a soft as looks to the eye. Kai has a white stripe like most Tazzy Devils, around her neck, and a small speck of white just at the base of her tail. She is a very small creature, but in the category of species that is the largest surviving carnivorous marsupials, with a killer jaw to beat. She has a very powerful jaw, and a head a bit disproportionate to her body and short limbs. She may look like a very small, cute, fur-ball when in her animal form but her piercing eyes are absolutely ones that miss nothing, and forgive none. [/size]

...history

Parents:
Siblings:
My history, really? I really don’t wish to return back to those memories. Though if I must? Fine. My earliest memory is of complete darkness and confusion. I had no idea what was going on, but I was hungry. The sensation was a completely new one, the only one I’d experienced. I felt something warm and soft and scurried along it hoping for something to cure this fearful thing known as hunger. Eventually I found what I was apparently looking for. It was smooth, not hairy, and gave me some fluid that sustained my life. I spent what felt like forever attached to that thriving on it as if it were the only thing that mattered, and at that time it was. Eventually my eyes cleared up and I saw a bunch of new things that sort of scared me, and there were these noises. I developed my senses of sight and hearing to go along with what I already had. I eventually climbed out of what I know now as my mother’s pouch and into this big burrow. She brought us food, the four of us that had survived.

We fought over the scraps of meat like they were the only ones we’d ever get. We fought over everything, the screeches burned into my ears. The only thing that mattered was staying dry, sheltered and fed. After a while mother shoved us all out, and we went our separate ways. A lot of scrounging around for food happened. I killed relentlessly when that feeling in the pit of my stomach told me I needed to. Food. Kill. Eat. It was a very primal feeling. Of course I knew not of words but of feeling and impulse, so I followed it. Instincts were the blessing to any animal that doesn’t have the capability of being a human. Things got seriously confusing after that. I was in my log that I had stolen from a fuzzy black thing with eyes that were masked by something grey and white. It was what humans call a raccoon. He succumbed easily to me when my jaws ripped through his flesh and he limped away. I ate him up though, flesh, organs, bones, hair. Everything. I couldn’t risk when my next meal would be so I did it.

I woke up with a strange noise. A wailing of some sort, not of my own, but I soon found out it was my own. I was melting, or at least I thought I was. I was producing some sort of fluid from my mouth and eyes, my hand in my mouth. Hand? It was bizarre. I had gone hairless, and gotten skinnier. I thought for sure I was going to die, some animal would come and find me and have me for lunch. I didn’t know how I moved, but I did further into the log. Eventually after about a half of a day I was found. Some other big creatures, fat ones that stood on their hind legs came and plucked me out from my log with these big shiny things that smashed the log to pieces. They were mumbling and growling in a tongue I didn’t understand. I tried to bite them, but only hurt myself. What happened to my sharp teeth I had wondered, and why did my mouth ache so badly? The strangest thing though I remember was seeing things. There was a whole new picture to things. A vibrant light what I learned was color. Things were so damn strange.

I eventually went through a period where I got my fur back, mauled some man who was trying to stick me with something pointy. I hated it, and fought as best I could until things went black. Many months went by before I grasped what was going on. I wasn’t just an animal. What was an animal? What wasn’t? Ok so I was still pretty confused, but I was shocked I could understand them. They taught me things and I could understand them. Things only did get weirder as time passed, and I still fought them because I didn't understand, but they got better.

That's the youngest memory I have, of how I was born and of the massive confusion I underwent. Things sort of blur slightly, lots of words and gestures, and growing of limbs not covered in hair. I often reverted back to being tiny and furry which seemed to make things worse. I didn't know what i was, and felt so strange. It hurt majorly too. Each time it hurt more and more to change shape as my bones crunched and body mass was lost. It was the scariest thing in my life, and nothing has measured up to it yet, and frankly i doubt anything ever will. I've seen the worst of it.

He was nine, and I was six. A really interesting character had stepped into my life. He had more of an impact in my life then my actual family did. Frankly I felt distant from my family because I was only related to them because my father was my blood father; other then that I had no relations to his family. Anyway, back to Ren. He was a very attractive kid, even for someone who was only nine. Ren was never anything special, he didn’t show much of a care at all for school or really anything, it was kind of odd. Then again I wasn’t very great as a child so I couldn’t really talk back then. I was still learning how to talk what things were acceptable and what wasn’t at that time. For the most part I expressed my emotions through physical means, violent ones for that matter. Ren would always let me come over and just sit there with him, I used to not bother him at first for fear he would kick me out and not let me come back. It was calming being in the presence of another who didn’t make fun of you. Everyone was mean to me as a child. They all said I was a waste of space, someone who couldn’t talk and acted like a savage animal. He didn’t care I’d put some kid in the hospital, or almost killed the kid even though the kid was about twice my size. There were a lot of good things he helped me through just by his apathy. It’s quite ironic when you think about it; the very vicious little child hanging around with the apathetic kid down the street.

Of course I felt much different then he could have felt back then. No one really knew who I was, or why I acted the way I did. My father explained to me that I was a shifter child, whatever the hell that meant to me back then.. He told me how most normal children shifted for the first time when they were twelve, or somewhere around there, but I was different. Of course I was. I knew how I had been born, animal. My savage ways were because in the first half of a year I spent nursing on my mother’s teat in the wild. Yeah, my mother was an actual animal. Not something I like to talk about. Well it appears that for six months in what is considered Tasmanian Devil timeline of life, is equivalent to about four years in human time. I was never a human infant, so there are no pictures for my father to brag about how cute I was, and also was quite a hassle getting my birth certificate. Whatever my father sorted it all out so it doesn’t matter now does it? No.

So I grew up wild, no name, no manners, and no language skills other then screaming and growling. I was purely physical. I went to some serious therapist and daycare shit, where they were attempting to help me out of my animal ways, and be able to blend more easily with those around me. It wasn’t really a day camp though, even though it was called that. It was a constant watch, because they had never discovered a baby who could shift at such a young age. I did so frequently, because I had absolutely no control over it. They had to take constant precautions to keeping everyone else safe. They realized this after I mauled one of their doctors who attempted to feed me milk for the first time. I have a vivid memory of everything that’s ever happened to me, even from such a young age, though if you’d ask me I’d tell you I don’t remember a thing.

This is why my friend, my only friend for a long time Ren, was so helpful. His apathetic mindset, and the fact he didn’t ask any questions, made me feel like I fit in for a while even though it was obvious I didn’t. He kept me in a sense a bit saner then I think I should have been. It also helped that if I needed to he was totally okay with lashing out and getting into a brawl with me when my anger sprung up out of nowhere. I didn’t turn in front of him until I was about eleven though, which was a very good thing because he had developed his knowledge of shifting, or was starting to by then. Thank god he managed to be one of whatever I was, we were. I think I would have flipped a shit and just died then if not. Frankly my life was scary alone as it was enough for my one sort of friend to get freaked that I wasn’t human and abandon me too. Though, to this day I still question if he would have even really noticed, or cared for that matter.. Who knows.

Well things got a little odd regardless, I saw a bit less of him because he was dealing with things in his life, his shifting to be more specific, and his brother was sort of pulling him through there. He left me when I was about thirteen. I spent a year alone in the town, a thirteen year old girl who still didn’t quite fit in around much of anywhere. It took me forever to find out where they had sent my only friend, and I was told I couldn’t go for a bit more of time. I still had to get myself under control and learn more culture before could go to that school for shifters. I did as best as I could, and spent a lot of time on my own, mainly in the art room. It was there I developed the passion I now hold for art.

The ability to create things with my hands became such a release for my emotions when I couldn’t do much else. It was a blessing in a sense through my eyes. Anger, sadness everything could be expressed through art. When I was deemed fit in speech, and in not acting out as often I was allowed to join this so called school. I was no longer supervised specifically and I wasn’t thought of as strange. It was an odd feeling but one I eagerly accepted. I worked on changing myself, making myself fit in more. There was no more ‘day camp’ and I wasn’t looked at as a threat to everyone around me. I left my history behind me. No one knew about my first shift, I never talked about it, and I never told anyone how I was born.

School was what I deemed to be normal, learning daily in classes you may not particularly like. I took as many art classes as I could, spent some time with Ren when he was free, but for the most part I just blended in. It was a beautiful thing. I became the bubbly person I am now, and eventually through classes and a few friends, all guys frankly because I found girls a bit on the annoying side.. and I just felt like I was home; more home then I had ever felt. My teen years were relatively ‘normal’ I was still a bit temperamental, but most wrote me off for a strange girl with a seriously short fuse. I could live with that after everything, it was a step up. I started eventually designing my own clothes, and had just plain fun with life. It still a bit hard to control my temper at times, but I really believe it’s been a well worth it journey that I’ve yet to finish. After graduating I decided to come back and teach at the school, because frankly I grew to love the place. If it helped kids that could have been as bad off as I was then it was worth it.

I know I’m a bit unethical about some things in my manor, but I try very hard to keep myself grounded, and fair. My boss has always kept an eye on me, making sure I won’t turn around and maul some kid for misbehaving, and I’m really hoping those days are well in my past and stay there. It’s hard to judge where I’ll end up really, but frankly I’ve realized I need to embrace who I am and not hide it. If you ask me about myself I’ll tell you without any stops. Except maybe when it comes to my very young childhood.

...connecting human to animal

• Vicious// all Tasmanian Devils are very mean by nature, they have a tendency to attack ruthlessly when agitated, startled, or frightened. This is also a bit evident in her human form because her terrible temper and instinct to solve it through physical means instead of a calm and civil manor.
  
• Territorial//do not touch her things. Like any territorial animal her space and her things are just that, hers. Her desk is neat and organized in a manor she likes it, and if caught she may not be nice enough to give you a detention.
  
• Loud//Devils are small in size, but their lung capacity, and vocal vibrations are seriously something to beware. Blood curdling screams and vicious barking is common in animal form, translates into very high pitched screaming voice in person. She can scream and you would not miss it by any chance.
  
• Feisty// Kai is very full of energy and courage, a fiery spirit in such a tiny capsule. Because devils are small they make up for it in energy and how animated they are. devils are always ready for a fight, and Kai is no exception, she for the most part is bubbly and energetic though.
  
• Nocturnal// Kai likes to be up when the sun is not, like her animal counterparts she does her best thinking at night, though often has to be up for school to teach. It is a bit annoying, but nothing she can't live with.
  
• Intelligent// being small does not mean being small minded. She, as well as her animal counterpart are very adept to coming up with solutions to problems and thinking of things deeply.
  
• Solitary// competition is something all animals live with, and for the most part the vicious little devils don't often stay in packs, because they hate fighting over food so its just easier for them to be alone. Kai feels a bit of comfort at times from being alone, and doesn't mind it, though she does enjoy company.
  
• Agile/Fast//devils are fast on uneven planes, and can run faster then humans surprisingly when the ground isn't level. They are also good climbers and thus Kai can run quite well, and has a knack for pulling herself up into a tree in a hurry.
  
• Patient// when hunting a devil learns to be quiet and patient. They have to be able to come up with a plan of attack, and get things right due to their size disadvantage. For the most part she is patient when it comes to getting something she has her eyes set on.
  
• Dominant// devils are territorial, and like to be in control. they often have battles where they like other animals puff themselves up to make themselves seem more menacing and fearsome, they like being in charge, and Kai is no exception.
  
• Senses// a wonderful smell is in store for all devils, and in human form she can still smell for very long distances. She can pick out almost any feint ingredient in just about anything. She quite loves her sense of smell, though it can be quite disgusting at times.
  
• Appetite// devils are scavengers, they eat almost anything meat, and enjoy carrion which is dead animal carcass, no matter how dead or rotting. In return her human form is not very picky when it comes to food, though she doesn't care much for anything rotten.
  
• Bad Eye Sight// devils are born blind and deaf, though they get sight and hearing, their sight sort of sucks because it's in black and white. She can hear quite well, but can be quite hindered in animal form when relying just on sight. In person she just needs contacts for minor correcting to her eyes. It can also make her nauseated when shifting from one state to the other due to the color changes.
  
• Clumsy// because of her short animal legs she is very clumsy on flat ground, and overall can just be a bit clumsy in person.
  

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