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S witch Me On T urn Me Up
oh Child of Venus, you're-
Created on 2007-03-05 09:19:29 (#12429050), last updated 2007-06-03
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Basic Info| Name: | Irvine Kinneas |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 11-24 |
| Website: | .G.C. |
BioPERSONAL JOURNAL: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
oddrang
GAME CHARACTER IS FROM: Final Fantasy VIII
NAME: Irvine Kinneas
AGE: 17
SOCIAL CLASS: Middle Class
OCCUPATION: Police Officer for the City
GROUP AFFILIATION (if any)SeeD
PAST/HISTORY:
Irvine grew up, outside of Gilgamesh City, on a small patch of land that his family owned. It wasn’t much, by anyone’s standards, but it had been in the Kinneas family since his great-grandfather’s younger days and every member of the household treasured it. There were the animals to tend to, the land to work on, and plenty of room for the young boy to run. When not helping out with the daily rituals and chores to keep the place running, or being taught what little was possible in the way of education by his mother, Irvine would practice with his bow. It had been a talent of his discovered by his father and the young man took great pride in the small game he could take down and bring in. Everything in the Kinneas’s life could almost be described as idyllic...
And then the war came to them.
The end result could only be described as tragic.
Whose soldiers they were, or why they attacked, the boy never found out. His father had been outside as the men approached the gates and sent his son in immediately. The gentle and protective man had done everything in his power to appease the bloodthirsty militia, and was awarded with being allowed to live. But live, in this case, meant only to continue on physically – watching his land burned and his wife murdered damaged his psyche incredibly. Irvine himself had been spared, being tall but yet thin enough to hide himself from the sweeping eyes of the predatory men. He hid, and only after the house was ransacked and the intruders’ chaos complete did he withdraw to find his mother deceased and his father a changed man.
Irvine, too, changed that day. He’d never had many young children to play with and be near, but this had never bothered the boy as he always had his family’s love and acceptance. Now, however, neither his mother nor his father could show the boy love and he began to crave it. Peace too, he craved, for such obvious reasons. Could they see inside his heart, one would be hard pressed to tell which one the boy desired more.
But, for the sake of their sanity, there are always ways in which people are able to fill the voids in their souls. Irvine was no exception.
Time passed, and the young man’s need for love both buried and manifested itself in his playful act, his wide smile, and the cheerful way in which he always seems to chase after people (particularly women) that he finds attractive. His desire for peace was whipped into shape with the passing of his father no more than a handful of years after the incident that changed the man. This led to the Kinneas’s final ties with the family land being cut, and he sold the entire place for funds with which to take him to Gilgamesh City - and the training offices of the organization known as SeeD.
Love he could find on his own somehow, he was sure, but peace? If these people promised that, together, they would bring about peace…he could do anything they asked of him. Anything to prevent more children’s hearts from suffering as he and his father had.
NOTE; username & journal names from Goldfrapp's "Ooh La La"
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NAME: FM Graves
AIM: Ha1o 1n R3v3rs3
Email: Multisideddice@yahoo.com
oddrangNAME: Irvine Kinneas
AGE: 17
SOCIAL CLASS: Middle Class
OCCUPATION: Police Officer for the City
GROUP AFFILIATION (if any)SeeD
PAST/HISTORY:
Irvine grew up, outside of Gilgamesh City, on a small patch of land that his family owned. It wasn’t much, by anyone’s standards, but it had been in the Kinneas family since his great-grandfather’s younger days and every member of the household treasured it. There were the animals to tend to, the land to work on, and plenty of room for the young boy to run. When not helping out with the daily rituals and chores to keep the place running, or being taught what little was possible in the way of education by his mother, Irvine would practice with his bow. It had been a talent of his discovered by his father and the young man took great pride in the small game he could take down and bring in. Everything in the Kinneas’s life could almost be described as idyllic...
And then the war came to them.
The end result could only be described as tragic.
Whose soldiers they were, or why they attacked, the boy never found out. His father had been outside as the men approached the gates and sent his son in immediately. The gentle and protective man had done everything in his power to appease the bloodthirsty militia, and was awarded with being allowed to live. But live, in this case, meant only to continue on physically – watching his land burned and his wife murdered damaged his psyche incredibly. Irvine himself had been spared, being tall but yet thin enough to hide himself from the sweeping eyes of the predatory men. He hid, and only after the house was ransacked and the intruders’ chaos complete did he withdraw to find his mother deceased and his father a changed man.
Irvine, too, changed that day. He’d never had many young children to play with and be near, but this had never bothered the boy as he always had his family’s love and acceptance. Now, however, neither his mother nor his father could show the boy love and he began to crave it. Peace too, he craved, for such obvious reasons. Could they see inside his heart, one would be hard pressed to tell which one the boy desired more.
But, for the sake of their sanity, there are always ways in which people are able to fill the voids in their souls. Irvine was no exception.
Time passed, and the young man’s need for love both buried and manifested itself in his playful act, his wide smile, and the cheerful way in which he always seems to chase after people (particularly women) that he finds attractive. His desire for peace was whipped into shape with the passing of his father no more than a handful of years after the incident that changed the man. This led to the Kinneas’s final ties with the family land being cut, and he sold the entire place for funds with which to take him to Gilgamesh City - and the training offices of the organization known as SeeD.
Love he could find on his own somehow, he was sure, but peace? If these people promised that, together, they would bring about peace…he could do anything they asked of him. Anything to prevent more children’s hearts from suffering as he and his father had.
NOTE; username & journal names from Goldfrapp's "Ooh La La"
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NAME: FM Graves
AIM: Ha1o 1n R3v3rs3
Email: Multisideddice@yahoo.com
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