Kingslea Edmund Kingsley

[Kingslea Edmund Kingsley]

KINGSLEA

”I’d like to walk around your mind someday,
I'd like to walk all over the things you say to me,
I'd like to run and jump on your solitude” – Vashti Bunyan

Full Name;; Kingslea Edmund Kingsley

Nicknames;;

‘Kings’ tends to be a favourite, though he isn't a nickname sort of guy.

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Gender;; Male
Age;; Twenty
Group;; Student
Major/Class/Occupation;; Philosophy Major
Play-by;; Charlie Hunnam

Appearance;;
At first glance, there is nothing too striking about Kingslea. Okay, he has messy blonde hair that covers his ears and blue eyes meaning that he looked like a little angel as a child. Even now as an adult there's still an essence of this childishness about him, especially when he has signature goofy grin on his face. And that's often, very often. There's nothing particularly striking other than that, unless you're being picky and count the mole on his face.

His body is just as average as his face. Although he does a little bit of running each morning, it's not really enough to give him any proper muscle definition but just enough to fight off any unwanted fat. Now there is what some may call a 'defining characteristic' about Kingslea, and that's his prosthetic leg from the knee down. Most amputees are either proud or ashamed or used to their missing limbs, and Kingslea is in a strange position in between. Not that that really matters as he always wears socks and trousers so not many people figure out he has a fake lower leg, which in itself is just a lightweight yet strong piece of yellow plastic.

Personality;;
If you look at Kingslea on a whole, it's easier just to say 'quirky'. He doesn't act like most people and that's obvious, but he isn't what some would say 'bat-shit crazy'. He's quirky in a way that he's curious and often tends to see things from a different prospective to other people, sometimes in the most simple form and other times in a complex mass of metaphors, depending on his mood. Another good word for him is 'talkative'. Kingslea could talk for his country if his life depended on it. There's nothing more he loves than just sitting round talking, exchanging tales. Because sometimes the simplest things make him very content.

A metaphor to suit Kingslea would be a labrador. He loves people, loves company, loves attention. As long as someone is there, whether they like him or not, his tail is wagging. This can lead him being a bit too dependent on people; he gets lonely very easily and can barely care for himself. The boy often gets his head stuck up in the clouds, which makes him terrible at things that usually require a lot of attention, like giving directions or cooking. He always cheerful and hopeful and isn't the sort to let the little problems drag him down, though he does have the odd bad day. When he's happy he's incredibly happy, so when he's upset he gets extremely upset that usually lasts an entire day.

-loves

1. Sweet food; Kingslea has been known to be very childish, and everybody knows that children love all those sweet sugary foods that a dentist would frown over! Chocolate appears to be on the top of his list, but he also has a taste for apples from time to time.

2. Stories; Fictional, real or completely absurd, everybody likes to kick back to share some stories, and Kingslea is no exception. His favourites would always be the classic fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm; though he does have a few of his own he enjoys recalling. Even if it does seem totally irrelevant to the conversation.

3. Winter; And why does he love Winter? Because he loves wearing layers! Jumpers, hats, scarves, two pairs of gloves and five pairs of worn-out socks. Not to mention making a fire and toasting marshmallows around it. Then there’s building snowmen and—The whole season, whether there’s snow or not, just makes him excited. It’s such a cold month, and it’s the perfect excuse to be toasty warm.


-hates
1. Shorts; Just to clarify, Kingslea does like other people wearing shorts. It’s just that he himself does not like wearing shorts. When you have a bright yellow prosthetic leg, it’s understandable that it’s one of the things you’d rather avoid.

2. Silence; He was raised in a noisy household, so the lack of sound is something he unfamiliar to and detests. He’s hatred to the golden silence is one of the reasons why he’s always talking or finding some way to make a sound.

3. Science; Bah, science. He can’t get his head around it. It’s confusing and complicated and... science-y. He was never brilliant at it and never will be. It’s just so boring. It actually can send him to sleep it numbs his mind so much. Well, at least the natural sciences have uses. Goodness knows whenever he’d need to know how reactive magnesium is. He isn’t entirely sure what magnesium is.


-fears
1. Mirrors; As odd as it may seem, he really does have an irrational fear of mirrors. And like all irrational fears, he can’t explain what it is about mirrors that make him cringe. Of course this can make some tasks such as having a haircut quite difficult, but he’s managed to get this far in life.

2. His Father; A tall, stern, intimidating man who can strike silence and nervousness into the talkative young man. This fear, though it does have justifications, is just as strange. Not many children can say they’re frightened by their own parent, especially when the child has never been abused by them in any way, shape or form. Kingslea’s only reason appears to be ‘well, he’s just scary’.


-ambitions
1. To graduate; that’s right. The boy who has a story about anything. The boy who could have anything he ever desired. The boy who should be a role model to his younger siblings. He has no true ambitions. In fact he still has no idea what to do with his life. So graduating to him seems to be a good start before paving the future.

2. To be a good father; He’s a good man, and only wants to do the best for his children. There’s no better aim than to want to take good care of your offspring, it’s what evolution would have wanted! And besides, with such a terrible relationship with his own father, it’s only natural to want a better one with his own.

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History;;
Kingslea was born in Cornwall, England, and spent his childhood exploring the countryside and the sea around him. He was homeschooled by his young wannabe-operasinger mother, who was eighteen when he was born, and the housekeeping staff. Yes, his father's family had made a very decent living for themselves, generation after generation of intelligable, pride-worthy doctors, so money was no stranger to Kingslea. Despite this, his less than conventional mother taught him to love the simplest things and to live life to the fullest. It was a good job she did, as it seems to be the only thing holding him up these days.

When he was seven, him and his brother got caught up in a 'little accident'. What they suspected to be a simple trip to the beach ended up being a life changing moment for the both of them. One minute they were standing by the road, then a motorbike swerved into them. Luckily, both survived and Kingslea had blacked out until he finally woken up in hospital. His lower left leg had been mutilated at the touch of the wheel and had to be amputated, whilst his brother had to have his right arm removed.

So his fairytale life, with no problems or conflicts aside from the obvious one, continued until he was ten. That was when his parents divorced, and he moved to London with his father and brother. And his new wife and four new step-sisters. Life changed, probably for the better, as Kingslea was sent to school for a change. It was certainly different to being homeschooled, and he was open to all the new experiences and opportunities that arose. At least he returned to his childhood town in the summer, to spend time with his mum and sister. Unless he was stressed out and caught a late night train there on a schoolday.

And one of those new experiences was when he was fourteen, 'the girlfriend' called Sarah Knightley. Sure he had friends who were girls before, but this was definitely different. Not only were they friends, but they did 'other stuff' together too. Like sneaking around and smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol. Anything to be rebellious against their strict parents. Still, it was only young love and lasted a year until they both decided it was probably best they see other people before they got on each other's nerves. They both thought they had an easy way out, they could just carry on being friends until they left school and never speak to each other ever again. Except a month later she visited Kingslea to inform him that she was late. Dammit.

At least his family was wealthy enough to support a child without anyone having to go get another job or save up to spend on baby furniture, but they weren't happy nonetheless. Sarah was forced to move in with the Kingsley's as her own family estranged themselves from her. However, Kingslea's father and step-mother had decided to take on the roles of the parents, whilst Kingslea and Sarah would only be siblings to their child. And of course, Sylvie was born many months later. The fifteen year old father was pleased, though unsatisfied that his daughter might never know that he was her father. On the other hand, Sarah decided she would either be the mother or the stranger to the child. Luckily her parents found enough heart in them to forgive their daughter, who had told them the baby was stillborn.

A year went by, and things kept on changing. Kingslea finished school at sixteen with good grades, some fantastic, some... not so much. But the lazy, unambitious boy had gotten on his father's nerves, and was shipped off to America to gain some more education. However Kingslea, although still an intelligent and well-behaved student, became distracted by thinking. He was on his own, what more was he supposed to do? To fill the gap of his boredom, he filled his head with books and thoughts and different people's ideas on things. When he returned home for the summers, his mind was drawn back to his 'little sister'. He hated being away from her, and if only he could get a good job, he could technically be ready enough to look after her.

So he applied at Valentines' School for the Arts. Not many courses seemed particularly interesting, except one that caught his eye. Philosophy. It was the art of thinking, and hey! he was great at thinking! He spent many nights writing up his application, and after spending a month thinking it would be thrown in the bin, no words can express the joy when he received his acceptance letter.

Two years on, things had been going very well for Kingslea. Yes, the course was hard but like he wasn't expecting that. Unfortunately Kingslea only went off to cause some more family trouble again. He had to go and upset his father by bitching and complaining that he could take care of her 'little sister' Sylvie much better than Richard ever could. So his father accepted the challenge. But to the happy-go-lucky Kingslea, it's just another adventure; trying to hide his five year old daughter in his dorm without any staff finding out.

family members

• mother;;

Lynne Timmins (biological)
Emily Kingsley (step-mother)
[/li][li]father;;[/color] Richard Kingsley
[/li][li]sibling(s);;[/color] Clover Dora Kingsley (older half-sister, paternal)
West Kingsley (adopted)
Anna, Jess, Bertha and Callie Greens (youngest->oldest step-sisters)
Sylvie 'Sye' Kingsley ('little sister')
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Roleplay Sample;;

-- [[Sye rolled her eyes jokingly and leant forward. “Oh, you are so sweet. Making up shit for the lonely girl.” she repeated, pronouncing each word clearly and raising her eyebrows. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Dorsal.” she added with a smile, raising her glass to her lips only to find it empty. Dangit. An unsatisfied sigh came out of her body, her mind and her lips. Where does all this liquid go? On minute it’s in her glass, the next it has disappeared. She considered waving the bartender over once more however two drinks would be enough in her system, right? Plus those drinks were pretty neat, the sorts people drank to get drunk. It would probably be best that she left it there, even if her mind wasn’t completely content with that decision. She gave Nick a thin smile, feeling some guilt sitting on her chest. Nick was a good guy yet each time she looked at him, she saw Shane’s disapproving face. It didn’t matter that Shane said she could do whatever she wanted. He didn’t like Nick, so the best thing would to just be a friend to him, right? And Shane’s opinion obviously mattered. He was one of the best friends she had ever had. She eyed Nick’s hand carefully as he invited her to dance, and opened her mouth to give her response—

”Alles Liebe zum Valentinstag!"

The blonde turned her head and beamed at the young man’s cry. There was no need to second guess who this was, even if she’d only ever had a small conversation with him and seen him around school. His name was Max or Maxim or Maximus. Something like that. And besides, who else would speak in a tongue she didn’t understand? Half of the students at Aldridge barely had a grasp on their native language, never mind a foreign one. And her suspicions were correct! It was Max/Maxim/Maximus sitting beside her, or someone who looked and sounded strikingly similar! Goodness knows what he just said, but it was probably to do with Valentine’s. Either that or Valentinstag just happened to sound like it. “And what does that mean?” she asked the newcomer. Any girl would do anything to be in her position right now. Sitting between two handsome young men whilst being ever so slightly intoxicated. Heck. She definitely wasn’t complaining. Her eyes widened at the sight of the free drink, the tip of her tongue poking through her pink lips.

She watched Maxim’s outburst curiously but shrugged and took a swallow of her drink as he raised his own glass. Might as well make a drinking game out of it. Whatever ’it’ was. Suddenly she bolted upright, swung one arm around Maxim’s neck and pulled him in the direction of Nick, but doing her best to keep the man on his stool. “Nick have you met Max? He’s from Germany!” she cried over the music, grinning. Sure that he had been introduced, her grip on Maxim loosened so he could pull himself away and she downed the half of her drink. Perhaps this wouldn’t be such a lonely Valentine’s after all. She had two acquaintances to get to know! But wait a minute, Nick didn’t have a drink! And come to think of it, Maxim didn't have one now either! “Nick do you want something to drink?” she asked, frowning slightly. There was no need in someone getting left out! “Excuse me!” she balanced herself on the bar on of stool legs and leant precariously over the counter, trying to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey! My friends would like some drinks please!” she called, and pushed herself back onto her stool. Ugh, if she was wearing her usual converses, that wouldn’t have been so painful on her feet.]]

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[Zaley Elizabeth Love]

Dear Mr. Kingsley,

I am delighted to inform you that the Committee of Admissions and Financial Aid has decided to offer you a place in the Valentines' Class of 2012. Please accept our personal congratulations on your outstanding achievements.

We look forward to seeing you on campus in the next few weeks.

Sincerely,
Anton C. Marshall
Anton C. Marshall
Dean of Admissions and Financial Aid
Hope you'll join us!