ask me to let go
Name: 'Kyrie Eleison' [Alias; true name unknown]
Age: 3 [Technically 23; physically 20]
Gender: Male
Race: Undead [Claims to also be a portable music player known as an iPod.]
Family: n/a [Or, rather specifically, cannot remember them. Outside of the Dead Zone, he has five siblings and a mother.]
Occupation: Clerk for Nina Rosetti's record store.
Hair color: Red
Eye color: Black
Height: 5'9"
Complexion: Corpse-like complexion; pale with a greenish yellow tinting
Appearance: To some, he may look much more alike to an overly patched up doll than anything corpse-like. Clusters of stitches clutter his body, although the main visible ones are those on the left side of his face and to each side of his mouth. [Although he has more scars than you can shake a vicious stab wound victim at.] However, it's most likely that you're staring at his right arm instead, which changes from various lengths, shapes, and sizes every once in a while. Each one has been modified at the wrist to accommodate for several 'hands', which change even more often than his arms. [The wrist also serves as a base for electronic devices. Meaning, yes, he can charge his own cellphone on the go.] Kyrie's right eye is completely missing as well, despite there's a socket with a few small cords poking if you're willing to look in deep enough. He usually doesn't attempt to hide it save for using a messy head of hair. Which, in an even more awkwardly vain twist, is mostly hidden by his hat due to a small little bald spot on the top of his head. And for the record, there is actually an iPod menu looking thing around his upper abdomen.
It works. Much to his chagrin.
Personality: Highly eccentric at best and completely off his rocker at usual, Kyrie is an awkward being. On good days, he'll string various things together in rambles and relate your name to five different things ranging from other names to that one TV show no one remembers from back in the 80s. On other days, he can't even recall his own name and certainly not yours. Not to mention his babbles will sound half incoherent if not mixed up with song lyrics. Saying this, Kyrie is a highly socially awkward being. Miscommunication is a guarantee between him and whomever he's talking to. Due to this, he has a tendency simply not to talk to people due to his frustration. However, he rarely takes out his frustrations physically as he has a rather negative view towards violence. And, despite it all, he has a high interest in living people. Although he tends to watch on the sidelines rather than be near them.
Age: 3 [Technically 23; physically 20]
Gender: Male
Race: Undead [Claims to also be a portable music player known as an iPod.]
Family: n/a [Or, rather specifically, cannot remember them. Outside of the Dead Zone, he has five siblings and a mother.]
Occupation: Clerk for Nina Rosetti's record store.
Hair color: Red
Eye color: Black
Height: 5'9"
Complexion: Corpse-like complexion; pale with a greenish yellow tinting
Appearance: To some, he may look much more alike to an overly patched up doll than anything corpse-like. Clusters of stitches clutter his body, although the main visible ones are those on the left side of his face and to each side of his mouth. [Although he has more scars than you can shake a vicious stab wound victim at.] However, it's most likely that you're staring at his right arm instead, which changes from various lengths, shapes, and sizes every once in a while. Each one has been modified at the wrist to accommodate for several 'hands', which change even more often than his arms. [The wrist also serves as a base for electronic devices. Meaning, yes, he can charge his own cellphone on the go.] Kyrie's right eye is completely missing as well, despite there's a socket with a few small cords poking if you're willing to look in deep enough. He usually doesn't attempt to hide it save for using a messy head of hair. Which, in an even more awkwardly vain twist, is mostly hidden by his hat due to a small little bald spot on the top of his head. And for the record, there is actually an iPod menu looking thing around his upper abdomen.
It works. Much to his chagrin.
Personality: Highly eccentric at best and completely off his rocker at usual, Kyrie is an awkward being. On good days, he'll string various things together in rambles and relate your name to five different things ranging from other names to that one TV show no one remembers from back in the 80s. On other days, he can't even recall his own name and certainly not yours. Not to mention his babbles will sound half incoherent if not mixed up with song lyrics. Saying this, Kyrie is a highly socially awkward being. Miscommunication is a guarantee between him and whomever he's talking to. Due to this, he has a tendency simply not to talk to people due to his frustration. However, he rarely takes out his frustrations physically as he has a rather negative view towards violence. And, despite it all, he has a high interest in living people. Although he tends to watch on the sidelines rather than be near them.
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