-Age: 16
-Weight: 160 pds
-Height: 6'0
-Eye Color: Grey
-Fighting Style(s): Unorthodox mentality and Impure Blood style (Puppet's Swordstyle)
-Race: Clone
Personality: He seeks the dark side of everything, no matter what that is, for that is what he is. He is a swirling mass of malevolence, for it is all he can feel because he is a clone.
Appearance:
Weapons: Tangible dreams; When weilding this ancient longsword, it inables Keith to become intangible, meaning he cannot be hit by physical means, only his sword can. The secondary ability to this mythic bladeis that it can create reversed illusions, these types of illusions can be devistating or simply void.
Powers: He has the ability over PsychoKenisis and abnormal strength.
Bio:
Ebony; This was the only shade he had ever seen, his handicapped ocular lids kept shut under his firmly woven fabrics that caressed his ocular cages with the slightest movements. Light shudders of breath escaped his lips as he grew up, appearing to change from the humanoid infant to the teenager in merely seconds, or at least this is what the planetarium periods of time referenced his frontal lobe to.
-Flashback-
It was when it was all simplicity. An ordinary child within an academic regulation learning the alphabet; however he could not grasp how to correctly write. "Keith!" came the agonizing siren of the shrill pronunciation the leader of the congregation as her lips parted, creating even more animosity for the nuisance
"What?!" He yelled back, venomous infuriation starting as it built up within his mindset.
It was as if his brain had clicked, one second the placid child had been tranquil, disturbance did not appear to exist. The next moment he had grabbed the table that was cemented to the ground and ripped it in half, hurling it into the administrator's gut with such force that she, and a couple other peers went flying simply because of the wind pressure around the flying object. "I am DONE!!" Came the agitated monotone of the enraged child.
At the moment of the creation of emoticon, scientists studied this bizarre occurrence, dumbfounded of how a entity such as this could even feel anything but a nonchalant idealistic.
The child however became even more furiated as he saw children laughing, snickering at his tempered and torn anxieties, from this a sudden wave of pressure overcame the parameter around him, flinging the insignificant twerps across the room, and into the walls with such force that it knocked them out of consciousness and broke the wooden hinged scenery.
Special/Unique Abilities or Knowledge:Has a VERY high intellectual because he is a psion
Summonings: As of yet SEED, a humanoid figure that has control over blood magicks.
