Name: Michael KidderNickname: Kidder
Age: 20
Birthday: March 18
Sign: Pisces
Gemstone: Aquamarine
Blood Type: B
Fav. Food: The kind that’s not moldy.
Hated Food: Wax food. He doesn’t want to talk about it.
School: Destiny City University
Hobbies:
Animal Care: As often as he can get a weekend out of the more densely populated part of the city, Kidder will go out and spend the weekend on his great uncle's family farm. It’s filthy. It’s smelly, there’s lots of interesting stains and odors that come back with him, but he honestly enjoys mucking out stalls and handling animals. The closest he gets at home is their semi suburban backyard and a couple of Easter Egger chickens. (The neighbors have decided that the novelty of fresh… potentially pastel colored eggs does its part to make up for the interesting aroma and noise from the coop.) This failing, he also spends some volunteer time at a vet clinic, helping out and getting some credits. He’s debated if he wants to go to Veterinary school, but he’s not sure he wants to deal with the pet OWNERS as much as he wants to deal with the pets, but if he did, he thinks he’d like to specialize in birds, especially tropical birds, like his rescued Conure, Boudica, as many people don’t realize the degree of special needs these intelligent birds have, or how long some of them live.
Flirting: Although unlike some of his friends, Kidder’s flirting is generally pretty empty, (He’s more interested in connections on an intellectual or emotional level, though he’s been known to have unrelated flings for his own entertainment), it doesn’t stop him, and no one is safe… well… almost no one. People who look scared and retreat or who actually ask him to stop, or who he knows in advance might suffer from his little game, are safe, but if you’re just annoyed, or if he thinks you’re a jerk and really wants to keep annoying you, he will pull out all the stops, and the horrible pick up lines. He likes it best if people flirt back, because it’s all in good fun, right?
Virtues:
Outgoing -- Kidder is an outgoing, social type, good at blending in with the crowd when he feels like it. He has a certain skill in at least superficially adopting the traits of certain scene types, even if it doesn’t always go deeper than that (for example; his taste in shirts, even though he doesn’t follow Hockey). He has an easy, infectious grin, and a devil may care attitude that can make him easy to hang around, and he does seem to generally mean well. He’s not shy, and will be one of the first people trying to break an awkward silence with a joke or an introduction.
Generous: For all his flaws (and they are notable and many), Kidder is actually pretty generous, with his time, his money, and most of the other things he has to offer… at least as long as you can put up with the flaws that go with it, he’ll be happy to give his friends the shirt off his back, or at least one from his closet. Granted if he doesn’t like you, it might be a loud neon Hawaiian print he found somewhere and kept just for such an occasion, but you’ll still get the shirt when you need it.
Flaws:
Proud: Although one of Kidder’s favorite phrases is “Just kidding” and frequently he’ll crack a few jokes at his own expense, running down his abilities, his appearance, or what have you… he doesn’t actually expect you to agree with him. Actually he’s usually rather shamelessly fishing for the opposite, because he thinks he’s attractive, and more importantly... smart, and wants to know that others know it. He loathes being wrong, or insulted, and can stew nearly endlessly on the matter. He still sulks every time certain friends in the know make any jokes about wax fruit. It was convincing, ok?.
Pranks and Jokes: Kidder sulks, and then Kidder takes it out on people, frequently in the form of pranks… and his sense of humor is even at the best at time, all too frequently at the expense of others. Usually it’s harmless, salt in the sugar bowl, shorted sheets, car full of ping pong balls… but sometimes it takes it up a notch, and can be outright mean, depending on his mood. Hell, his tendency to ‘forget’ to tell people that his pet parrot defies the reputation of most Conures (Friendly and social) and bites frequently and -hard-, (He has even been known to encourage people to try and pet her, especially if he’s trying to discourage them from the idea of ever owning a parrot, or if he’s just… bored…). He knows it’s mean, it’s just a matter of getting him to -care-. After all, if you can’t see it coming, he’s doing you a favor in teaching you to be more observant… right? Anyway it was a joke. Can’t you take a joke??
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: Violet/Navy see image
Hair: Chocolate brown, straight, worn long and partially tied back.
Face: Oval, but broken up slightly by a stronger edge along the back of the jaw. Tends toward a perpetually amused or smug expression. Neatly trimmed beard that makes him look a little older and high, cleanly defined cheekbones. Skin tone on the tan side, no one origin, but very clearly mixed genealogy even if the mix isn’t entirely obvious.
Notch or scar on one ear that USED to have an earring there before a particularly irritated Conure took offense, but other piercings in the ears remain.
Link ← guy on the left.
Clothes: Chunky bead and cord bracelets and necklaces, slightly loose washed out jeans and heavy boots or hiking shoes in black or brown, likes wearing oversized hockey jerseys for various teams. Clunky or interesting rings equally possible.
(Very open, varied fashion sense, so add or subtract details at whim.)
