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. ｡ ｡ ↷ ↷ Kiefer __○◎○__ Pierce ↶↶ ｡ ｡ .
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❛❛__I have one thing I may give, yet still keep; my word.__❜❜
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_______________⊰ ___ Hey there! Call me Kief.
_______________⊰ ___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a male.
_______________⊰ ___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be pansexual.
_______________⊰ ___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the unemployed dude that lives on the corner.
_______________⊰ ___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm twenty-one.
_______________⊰ ___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Winter 5th.
_______________⊰ ___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Monotone Springs.
_______________⊰ ___ Promise you won't egg me or play ding-dong ditch? In that case, I live in House # 31.
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_______________⊰ ___ Come here, come close! I have a story to be told!
Now, right here I'd like to tell you Kiefer's story is a long one, and that I'd rather not say it, but I'd be lying through my teeth. It's shorter than many, and less believable than most. It's not a tale he likes to recall and for good reason, so you'll have to make do with me telling the tale. I know, I know, go ahead, break the fourth wall!, but you're not going to get it another way!
It all starts with his parents. They were pretty good people - always recycled. They lived in a good neighbourhood, lots of kids and adults, less violence than most, everything about it very promising. The community fit their needs flawlessly. The only thing they could ever want more was to have a child. And so, like most would expect, they did. A fine, healthy little boy that they named Kiefer. He was normal in every way; from the scalp of his head to the tip of his toes. No birth defects, no impurities, nothing. These new parents were delighted of course. Raven hair, brilliant azure eyes... he was the image of perfection. They brought him up with so much love and affection it would make you vomit. Nothing was ever too good for their little tyke! Kiefer was taught how to speak and colour and sing. Heck, he could read since he was two and a half! It was one of his favorite things, along with the white cleansing snow he saw on his birthday each year. Bright as daylight and cute as a button, Kiefer charmed everyone he met. Then again, that’s a pretty easy feat when you're seven and under. See, it wasn't until the spring following his seventh birthday that he began to run into a few of life's roadblocks.
The duo of young adults began to notice a change in their son. He had issues with responding to them, either ignoring them or simply choosing to respond with silence. Of course they dismissed it as regular childlike behavior until it became more frequent. Kiefer would not come when they called, nor respond to his teacher, and sometimes even stare vacantly at the tv like it was an alien lifeform. He had dark circles under his eyes and more than once had his mother heard him disappear into the bathroom in the middle of the night, only to remain there for longer than three hours. Curious, and more than a teensy bit worried, his parents booked him an appointment with a doctor. It was impossible to get in right away, the secretary had said, so they had to wait a couple of weeks for a proper meeting. Kiefers parents agreed to this, assuming the problem wouldn't escalate much more than it had. It did.
The very next night, Kiefer awoke them from their slumber, muttering about 'maybe having a little ache in his head'. They asked him to show where, and his motions indicated from his two ear canals into his brain. 'From your ears to your head?' his mother asked, and his reply was a blank stare, eyes fixated on her lips. She had to talk around the lump building in her throat, make her voice louder and repeating the question until he responded with a nod. His father asked 'how bad?' and Kiefer said 'a little', looking very unsure of himself. Another repetition of the inquiry, and the response became 'a lot'. They gave him a little something to get him to sleep and sent him off to bed again.
This was not the only problem they ran into. It nagged at their minds whenever he was clumsy, which became common for each day. Whenever he did not talk to them, or sat on a chair and stared at a wall. His toys that made sound were always tucked away, not likely to be used again. Kiefer did not sleep and often complained of a headache. Near the end of the two weeks awaiting the appointment, fevers clung to the boy and damaged his mind. But they could not change the date, and their town had no walk-in clinic, nor did any nearby city. So they waited.
The doctor gave them very predictable news - but it still stabbed at their hearts. It had been a small ear infection that started in the left ear. It was unsurprising that their son hadn't told them in the beginning, the doctor had said, as lots of children don't like acting as a burden or are uncertain something is truly wrong. Maybe Kiefer hadn't even noticed himself. But it soon spread throughout his ear, the infection spreading itself deeper into the body, and it ruthlessly split the drum of his ear open. It destroyed the inner ear even further before it started in the right ear and ruptured that one as well. The white-clad man estimated that the most the boy could hear was a quiet hum in his ears when someone was talking. Reasons for the headache was the throbbing pain from both ears. It came together in the middle, where the boys head was, and made it seem like it was pinpointed in that area. Insomnia, due to the pain in his skull. Fever was a result of the deep infection. But they could take away the infection. Lots of meds. Headache would get better. No more fever.
But it had already done its damage, and I'm positive you can guess what the lifelong diagnosis was. Kiefer watched the man talk to his parents through his lightheadedness, eyes droopy, mouth set in a line, and a very faint, hollow hum in his ears. The same way he spent the rest of his days.
Not being able to hear was hard on him. Kiefer wasn't introduced to sign language because it wasn't something regularly practiced at the time, so he relied on reading lips (though he's never been good at that either). At certain periods he'd make them write out what they were saying instead as he was still able to read. His own answers were either short and monosyllables, or he would stick to nodding or shaking his head. Interacting with people quickly became a trouble. Instead, Kiefer drew himself into a shell, only every speaking to his parents or an aide. It was easy to teach himself to focus more on using other senses; smell, taste, touch, see.
You probably know that his parents did not want him to move out. Kiefer himself didn't really want to go either, but if he didn't move on and do something with his life, his parents would never do anything with theirs. He didn't want that. So he put on a brave face and left to see the world... but he didn't get very far. After a couple of towns, he decided to settle in Monotone Springs. Honestly, he would have preferred the bright spectrum of Raynebow Valley (for some reason the deaf boy was unfazed by the strange colourings), however the doctor resided within the duller town. And it was a bad idea to live too far from one of those.
_______________⊰ ___ Er... Well, I'm not sure how you would descirbe my personality. I'll do my best though!
Ah-hem, well, Kiefer is quite the quirky guy. Not that it's a bad thing, per se, but those interesting tidbits of personality make him come off as... What's the word? Oh, right. A ******** moron. See, it's tough for him to understand others because he doesn't communicate verbally all the time, and when he's trying to get a point across he'll often make himself look like a fool by, oh, I don't know, flapping his arms around, running to and fro, squawking like an animal, stuff like that. Nothing too idiotic, but weird all the same. Kiefer is quite the intelligent person because of how much he reads, but he doesn't really apply it to his own logic so most people don't realize it. If he talked more, he'd have quite the extensive vocabulary (as long as he could pronounce the words, of course)! While he is curious and smart, he is also very naive and childlike. Not in the way he is without understanding of normal human customs, but he can be very pouty and can never tell when he's done something wrong. The reason he can't tell when he's in the wrong is likely because he finds it problematic to read someone's lips while they're yelling at him. Only when you put emphasis on words and say them slowly can he truly comprehend what you're telling him, and only then will he be sorry for previous actions. Typically, if you're shouting or talking really fast, he'll simply sit there and blink dumbly at you. When you stare back, he'll motion for you to slow down. Kiefer says that he finds this hard to do with some people, because the angry ones tend to attack him with heavy inanimate objects due to them assuming he is ignoring them.
That aside, Kiefer is very polite to the people that don't display violent behavior towards him, or to anyone he is fond of. To others he is simply civil in a manner that many would deem cold or bored. When he speaks he is quiet and uses as little syllables as possible. If possible, he will substitute an oral response for a quick movement of the head. This preference is likely due to him being unable to enunciate certain words correctly. Kief does not like others to think lower of him, so he makes sure to never let them know how much he struggles. Being deaf has it's downfalls, after all. Not everyone is nice just because you have a disability, and that's just life. He does his best to contribute to the town but finds it hard to get a job when you can't hear a darn thing. A boss just wouldn't understand and most people would only see the cons to employing someone who cannot hear.
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_______________⊰ ___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was 146lbs
_______________⊰ ___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm 5'8"
_______________⊰ ___ What else have I done to myself? Ive pierced my tongue and ears...
_______________⊰ ___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! ✓ Smiles ✓ Loud Noises ✓ Books ✓ White, Sterile things ✓ Carrots
_______________⊰ ___ But blegh; I'd rather not recieve any of these... ✗ Black anything ✗ Hateful people ✗ Being treated like an idiot ✗ Numbness ✗ Startling Scenes
_______________⊰ ___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afraid of becoming blind, or more incapable than I already am.
_______________⊰ ___ When you get to know someone, you should know their favourite colour, right? Mine just so happens to be a soft, dark amber.
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