Post by Kai Triliante on Mar 21, 2024 22:55:07 GMT -5
WELCOME TO LOS EUROSIA,
KAI TRILIANTE
"They'll speak of me in whispered tones
And say my name like it shakes their bones"
And say my name like it shakes their bones"
BASICS
NAME: Kai Triliante
AGE: 27
BIRTHDATE: Sometime in October
PRONOUNS: He/Him
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Available, sort of.
OCCUPATION:BoytoyMusicianBurnoutStore clerk
NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown
MEMBER GROUP:GiftedHuman
POWERS:
Kai's charming. It comes naturally to him, of course. It wraps around his fingers, sings in the back of his throat, drips between your ears as he hums. It's reassuring to have- just another weapon to get what he wants, just another mirror to be whoever he wants, just another way to be valuable and wanted.
It's hard to resist. It's hard to resist because it's hard to notice. Because it's hard to notice, it's hard to resist. The best part is that it worked. It worked and it worked and it worked until it didn't.
In one volatile year that shattered everything, Kai lost his gift. It was burnt up, used up, broken beyond repair and ruined. He doesn't know if it'll ever come back.He's not sure he wants it to.
THE LOOKS
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 125lbs
HAIR COLOR: Dark purple fading into dark brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
FACE CLAIM: None. See art
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Kai's purple hair is noticeable from across the bar, his body marked by twisting tattoos that crawl across his lithe body. He's handsome by all accounts, and he has the air of someone who knows it and knows you know it.
But there's small imperfections. You can see it in the smudged shadows under his eyes, in the scars on his arms, in the way his lips twist in a sardonic smile as he leans toward his current companion. He's tired and worn, and it's barely hidden.
INSIDE
LIKES: Music, his girlfriend, attention, sex, horror movies
DISLIKES: His family, people who try too hard to be intimidating,himself
STRENGTHS: Creative, clever, personable, passionate, committed
WEAKNESSES: Intense, clingy, possessive, emotional, obsessive. Mentally ill and suicidal. Prone to self-harm.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
At first glance, he's charming. Kai knows what to say, how to say it, how to be everything that you have ever wanted and more. But it's a façade, all smoke and mirrors and baseless bravado. He drinks too much, flirts too much, feels too much. One wrong word can send him spiraling; one right word can keep him flying. It's unpredictable and intense and exhausting.
He hates it.He hates himself.
Kai covers up a lot of it with one-night stands and hookups. He lets his body be used by anyone who gives him enough attention, promises enough pain. The alcohol dulls it and the he can drown in the pleasure. But it doesn't stop his skin from crawling with self-loathing and self-hatred. It's a vicious cycle he can't break.
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: LA
FAMILY: Estranged from his parents, exiled by his grandmother. Complicated relationship with his sibling, Keerin. Close to his distant cousin, Iroksa.
PETS: None
HISTORY:
Born to the affluent Triliante family, Kai was the firstborn son, the golden child, the heir to the real estate empire that his grandmother built and his mother failed to take over. He was supposed to be perfect. And he was, for a bit. In those shining childhood years, Kai was the star child in his parents eyes, the one who was going to earn their place in the Triliante will.
But it was never what he wanted. No, Kai wanted to be a musician, a rockstar, the center of the world standing above the screaming adoration of his fans. And he was talented. The music sang at his fingertips and it hummed in his mouth, the song sweet as honey, even as his power leaked into the lyrics and lingered in the mind.
With Kai as the lead singer and the pretty face at the front, the band skyrocketed to popularity. They weren't playing stadiums, weren't filling concert halls, but Kai knew it would only be a matter of time. After all, his tongue had record deals lined up and the fans were hungry for more.
But the partying was too much. The attention was too much. Kai's mental health spiraled, and as it did, so did his control. His moods were volatile, his anger blazing bright, his depression drowning him in alcohol-- the only respite was the audience with their unwavering attention and hungry adoration.
It ended suddenly. His power started to waver- it was stretched thin with overuse, pushed too hard and too far in the throes of paranoia. When it broke, so did he. The whole world witnessed his breakdown- saw the screaming match he had with a fan- saw the fight that broke out afterward and how he had laughed and laughed and laughed.
He couldn't perform after that. He couldn't sing. He was a flashy firecracker, burning out in a second. No one wanted him; his family practically exiled him, and he couldn't go crawling back on his hands and knees. So he hid. Kai found a shitty apartment in a shitty building that his grandmother owned and stayed there until the world forgot him.
And it did. The world moved on.
He didn't.
THE PLAYER
NAME: Nico
AGE: 21+
TIMEZONE: USA EST