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| User: | a_fiend_in_need (116942) A fiend in need
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| Name: | kNock 3 times | |||||||||
| Bio: | Character Journal for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} halcyon_halls Character Information Character Name(s): Francis Knock (Pronounced Nock) Nicknames/Aliases: kNock (Nock) Gender: Male Race: Imp Actual Character Age: 47 DOB: June 28th, 1960 Physical Description: Small in stature. Dark hair. Very dark, intense eyes. Pale skin. Devilishly handsome some would say, but kNock sees a largish hooked nose. In actuality it's no larger or no more hooked than any other, but for kNock it's a constant reminder of his inner ugliness. Distinguishing marks: Lots of scars. The most distinguishable of which were rendered by whips and cigars PB: Ed Westwick Birth Location: A back alley off Canal Street in Manchester, England Personality: kNock is fiercely loyal, a lot less intelligent then he looks and a lot more cunning than he seems. In other words… he’s just smart enough to get his ass in trouble, and shrewd enough to usually get it back out again. Which isn’t to say he can’t be trusted… or maybe it is. He is always sincere, except when he's lying, but he never lies to those to whom he is loyal… unless someone else he is loyal too somehow causes it. In such a case kNock would likely have a melt down of sorts for the conflict of interests. Knock is as kind as he is wicked, always with two feet on the road though the right faces one direction and the left the other. Personal Background: With only shadows to welcome him, Francis Knock was born in silence, wrapped in plastic and left to die amid the rats and roaches that surely would feast on his dark carcass. It was precisely this however, that likely saved him. The nibbling caused the silent baby finally to wail in pitiful misery, a wailing that brought the attention of a whore and her client that had come into the ally for business. The john split when the whore insisted on picking up the dirty little thing. She immediately smiled for the tiny creature who settled contentedly, quietly into her bosom. He was hungry of course, but for this kNock made no sound, just the coo of a baby who knew he was safe. She couldn’t keep him of course, and left him in a box at a local church. But what was a church to do with a hellspawned imp? His wails began as they neared the church, and intensified, never letting up until the nuns had no choice but to make him a ward of the government, to be cared for in government institutions until such time as the babe might be adopted out. None did of course, thought many were drawn by his intense and mysterious beauty, they were also repelled by the same. There he lived, never quite finding the contentment he’d felt in the arms of the whore that saved him. Everyone called him queer and eerie. No boys would befriend him, and no girls would kiss him. Knock was a sad boy indeed. Often he would imagine another place and try to disappear there, though the closest he ever came was into another room. As quiet as he was, when such things happened, the keepers just assumed he had snuck in. Why would they suspect it had been by any other means? Knock knew better, but it wasn’t as though he understood. Not until he’d met his master on the streets of Manchester. Though that had not come until after Knock, at fifteen, took his leave of the Asylum (What they so called the home for Manchester’s unadoptable youth). Who the man was Knock didn’t know, only that he was the most frightening person imaginable… and Knock was drawn to him. Knock had nearly collided with him as he fled from some brute wanting to ring his neck, and the man had snarled at him and called him an imp. Nothing new, Knock had been called an imp by lots of people, but not since he was younger. This man seemed to mean it in a different way. The emphasis was on the word imp. Knock had stared after him as he went on his way, before boldly daring to follow. Within a few hours he’d worked up the nerve to show off his “gift”, thinking perhaps the man might be impressed, but more than that, that he would understand. In truth Knock had no idea why he was drawn to the cruel man, only that he was, and that he wished to please him. The man was named Sergio, and it would seem, in some small way perhaps, he had pleased him. At least he was allowed to go work for him. Usually by working for others under Sergio. If there was one thing the dangerous demon knew about Knock, or at least, would eventually come to know, was that the imp was forever loyal. No matter who he worked for, it was always ultimately Sergio, and the imp could be trusted to tell the big man everything. Not a fact most were so aware of. If they knew the kid was going to just run off blabbing their business to Sergio, they would never want him around. Instead they included him in their dirty deeds, all of them. Often whatever they did was just Sergio intended, at other times though, it was enough to piss him off. It was in working for some group in California that Knock eventually became acquainted with a man named Grey. Saint Grey as some called him. A street hustler loosely associated with the group Knock was affiliated with. All of them really, came under Sergio, and not a one of them had any trust for another. Knock certainly had none for his “boss”, all of his being in Sergio. Soon though, that would come to change. It was a deal gone wrong. What happened though, was so trivial Knock couldn’t even now remember it. All he did know for certain, was the fat bald guy with the heinously bad breath, wanted him dead. His henchman already had the noose around Knock’s neck. Lucky for the imp though, Saint Grey happened by, and happened to take an interest in the imp’s lovely neck. Whatever he said to the fat guy, Knock never knew, only that he’d charmed him, and Knock, for the first time, found himself split in his loyalty. Luckily for him, that split never actually came up. Not yet anyway. Now he simply worked for one he was actually loyal to, just as much as he was to Sergio. Even if he still never told him the whole truth. No one really knew after all, and if they did, well he wouldn’t be near as effective. No one for instance, at Halcyon, where Knock has been already for months now. Thankfully Grey didn’t argue him going, after all, a little education would do everyone some good. The school agreed apparently, seeing as Knock had been so early orphaned, and to humans no less. Poor imp had had no true opportunity to learn. And thankfully too, and even better, Grey had agreed to come to the island. Now he felt indestructible. Like superman. Or super imp. Which ever. Now he felt a little more confident about talking to others, even if that wasn’t something the imp ever did. Family: Unknown, abandoned at birth Weakness: Loneliness; a desire to be accepted, loved, or even liked; too much, or too direct, sunlight, is bothersome to him, causing him to weaken and have headaches; Holy items weaken him and send him into a fit of guilt for which he must punish himself. Magical Abilities: Teleportation. Limited to places within twenty feet of where he stands. Cannot teleport when held. Any Training: Good with guns and knives, exceptional at espionage (exactly what Sergio trained him to do.) Special Skills: Like all imps he seems made to live in the shadows. Sneakiness is part of his nature. House: Fire Start Date at Halcyon: Shortly after Xael Hecatomb arrived. Classes: -Early Morning: Defense against Magic -Mid Morning: Magic Use: Energy, Light, Life -Late Morning: Language: all forms -Mid Afternoon: Magical Weapons After School Clubs: N/A Job: A Sergio bootlicker, Grey's right hand man AIM Name: Rooming with: Alone | |||||||||
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