Kevez Yamamoto

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(kevez fame yamamoto)

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" You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality. "

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FULL NAME: kevez fame yamamoto
NICKNAMES: kev, fame
GENDER: male
AGE: 19
SEXUALITY: hetero
AFFILIATION: villan
CLASS: defender
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
HOME WORLD: The World that Never Was
FACE CLAIM: Izaya Orihara from Durarara!!

"Don't tell me that the sky's the limit,"

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"When there are footsteps on the moon."[/color][/font][/center]

LIKES:

• Collecting Information
  
• Winning
  
• Humans
  
• Peace
  
• Himself
  

DISLIKES:

• Peaches
  
• Food
  
• Challenges
  
• Fighting/Violence
  
• Far Range Combat
  

STRENGTHS:

• Close Range Combat
  
• Intelligence
  
• Collecting Information
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Strength
  
• Long-Range Combat
  
• Challenges
  

WEAPON(s):

• Combat Knife
  
• Scythe
  

APPEARANCE::

Kevez has short, black hair, and bright red eyes. He always wears the same outfit everyday. So it's rare to see him in something else. Kevez is hardly ever seen in the daylight, and usually only the night time. Now, let's get on with the looks.

Kev has a worn out black/brown jacket, with white fleece outlining the hood. Kev usually stuffs his hands in his pockets. He keeps his switch blade in one of his coat pockets, and his wallet in his back jeans pocket. His jeans are gray, and a bit torn. His face is almost always holding some sort of fake expression on it. But sometimes, it almost looks completely real.

PERSONALITY:

Kev is a young adult, who sells the information he spends most of his time gathering. Nothing he knows is false, and he makes sure of it. Kev is very bright. Even if he is evil. He had his reasons. He has a strict policy of not giving out the information you have obtained from him. If you do, he will immediately kill you, and your friend. Kev enjoys watching humans, or keybearers suffer. He loves to witness the many emotions of a human being.

Kevez bears many, thousands of connections. He plans things ahead of time, and never expects the enemy to figure out his plan before it intersects. Because of this, he is very, very surprised when it does happen. But he usually always has another sneak attack, or as he calls it, 'Plan B'. Kev doesn't have much of an appetite. Only eating small snacks a few times a day. Nothing too big.

Kev is disgusted by violence. Though it happens a lot. He looks down on those who fight for money, honor. But looks up to those who fight to protect, to love, for peace. Though, he isn't very fond of love either. But he doesn't hate it. It just isn't what he's looking for right now. Even though he is an informational gatherer, he doesn't really get how the entire system functions with the key bearers and all. Mostly because he truly doesn't care.


HISTORY:

Many years ago. There was a child. He lived in a dead world. He fended for himself. It was almost as if he didn't have any parents. Well, in this case, that was the truth. He didn't have a single strand of memory with them. But that was okay. He had his own life to worry about. And not some dumb memory. He was sure to die. but instead, somehow didn't. He came of reason for the Organization, because of his knowledge of gossip, rumors, and information of the happenings. This was when Kev...first started his plan. The single plan that formed out his life. As soon as the Organization thought he could be trusted (please note: this took two years to accomplish trust) Kev ran away with all of his might.

Then he arrived at Twilight town, with a brain full of info. Nobody asked him questions, so he knew his plan has succeeded so far. He set up an informational trading business, and grew quite wealthy with it. Making sure that absolutely everybody was keeping to themselves with his knowledge. Then four years after the escape, on his sixteenth birthday, the plan went to phase two.

He knew it would happen with the things he had set, and it did. While many individuals were fighting, he escaped from Twilight Town. Knowing they would soon question him because of his strong intellectual information. Something like, "Who, and where are the Organization XIII?" would certainly be uncalled for, and if he didn't answer, they would be on top of him. Exiting Twilight Town, and somehow magically appearing in Traverse Town. Where he lived from then on to this day. Phase three.

Three years passed, and everything was going smoothly. Of course. What is your roll in the master plan?

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous,"

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"Than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."[/color]

hello, my name is Keven and i am of the
unicorn species. i am hungry and i have nine
years experience and i found this site in my bed.
you can contact me by pming me or
stalking me.

"The only difference between me and a madman,"[/b]
"Is that I'm not mad."[/color]

Russia Astafurov | Alchemist | FMA

Then he was nearly knocked over by a red head, and then a guy smacked his head. It took a few moments to figure out what had just happened, then Russia stared at the man, and then at the woman. "Do you....know who, I am?" He took out a new box of smokes, lit one, and bit on it, and eyed the woman. "You should really remember next time...but, I'll tell you. My name is Russia, I am very, very angry with you two. So I suggest you run." And with that, he took a few steps back, and threw back his arms, and his arms caught afire. He pointed at the man. "You first." Then he punched the air, and his flames bursted out towards the man. Then he turned to face the woman. "And you get less of the impact." He reached for her arm, when someone rammed him into the ribs. It was that guy. "Pan....I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF CENTRAL!!!" Then he punched the red head, he withdrew from Russia, and let out a sigh. "You'll never change, will you?" Pan chuckled. Russia sneered. "Nope." Pan stared up at him. "That's what I thought." Then he took Russia's glasses, and threw them onto the ground, and hovered his foot over them. "Don't you dare...you wouldn't.." Then, Pan's foot came down on them, over, and over, and he laughed hysterically.

Russia didn't say anything, he didn't do anything. He just watched as his beloved blue sunglasses were destroyed. Then Pan stopped. "I'm bored, let's do something else." Russia's face shadowed. Pan gave him a dumbstruck look when Russia lowered his head to get a better view of his glasses. But that's not why Pan had that look. It was because before Russia hid his face from sight, his entire mouth was red hot. Like an oven. The air suddenly was filled with humidity, and Pan found himself wiping off Pan yelled out in surprise as a flamethrower shot out of his throat. Pan ducked, and the beam of fire shot out into the sky. "Stop...MOVING AROUND!" The crowd had left, and only five people were standing in the street. The man, Pan, Russia, the woman, and a newer man.

Russia snapped his cigarette in two, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it. "I'm sick of this, just go home Pan. You're causing me to lose all of my jobs." Pan giggled. "That's your fault for being so....short tempered." Pan let out a scornful laugh. Then walked away. Russia sighed angrily, then picked up his now broken glasses. Stuffed them in his pocket, and mumbled an apology, feeling guilty about distrusting those two people's days.

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