Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn

[Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn]

And This Is...

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KennethGarrettFortuyn

Baby boy has
been driving people nuts and terrorizing
the town for 15 years. Ken
always makes a scene when boy's found
hanging out with the juniors.

Name;; Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn
Nicknames;; --Ken or Kenn
--Kenny or Kenni
Age;; 16
Birthday;; March 11
Year;; Juinor
Gender;; Male
Sexuality;; Questioning between hetrosexual and bisexual, leaning towards hetro-
Class;; Music
Power;; Manipulation of the five senses--
He can make people mentally believe that they are seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling, or tasting something that they are not. In theory, he could create three-dimensional, solid figures that don‘t actually exist outside of the mind. If he creates the illusion of a person, it will not freely move or act on it‘s own, therefore, he would have to change the illusion to create the illusion of movement or thought. Get it?


Height;; About 5‘8“
Weight;; Light, about 120 lbs
Appearance;;

Build;;Tall and thin, like, scrawny-thin-- strong, but you can‘t tell from his light muscles
Eye Color;;Large pupils that glisten a lot in the light, brown-hazel in color that can be almost-black in the dark and yellow-orange in the light
Hair;; Medium-length, curls out in the back, medium-length bangs, brown in color, looks course, feels soft
Other;; Smiles a lot, often likes to change his wardrobe style, is always wearing a necklace

Fears;;
--Injury-- He’s never broken a bone or been hospitalized for illness, nor does he ever want to
--Gruesome Deaths and Dying
--Alcohol-- He does his best to avoid it-- after all, it killed his mom
Likes;;
--Music-- Listening to it, playing it, composing it, singing it, whatever
--Nature-- He’s a very naturalistic fellow, and he likes plants, animals, and natural occurrences alike
--Athletics-- He’s not that good at sports, nor is he very athletic, but it is a hobby and helps clear his head
--Solitude-- He‘s the kind of person who prefers to be alone when possible, and likes personal space.
Dislikes;;
--Proximity-- He likes his personal-space-bubble, the size of which varies based on his mood
--Bad Taste-- He likes good taste, pretty much
--Dwellers-- He dislikes when people remember things for a long time and never let go
--Cold-- He doesn‘t like being cold, although he never seems to put on any more than jeans and a sweatshirt when it‘s cold out
Strengths;;
--Memory-- His ability to retain things is remarkable, and he has been known to remember small details from the far past
--Mood-- He’s good at keeping his emotions in check, like holding down his temper or not bragging
--Music-- He can name almost any song, play the guitar really well, take apart a song he just listened to, and pretty much everything that has to do with music
--Spirit-- He‘s the type not to give up on something
--Education-- He's smart, but also a fast learner
Weaknesses;;
--Has a lot of patience, but when it is used up, he snaps and becomes a totally new person-- in the bad way
--He likes to play sports and run, but he’s not very athletic
--He’s jumpy and can’t stay still for too long, so he’s usually stretching out his limbs or something
--He‘s pretty prone to getting small colds
Habbits && Quirks;;
--He tends to play with his eyelashes, either to avoid looking at someone or something directly, or because they bother him
--Dreamer-- He sometimes stops listening and daydreams or starts think about other things
--Necklace-- He always wears a necklace of some sort (unless he forgets), and toys with it when he is nervous
Overall Personality;;

Trait 1;; He‘s actually mentally depressed, but niether he or anyone else realizes it, except Skipper, but he figures it’s just a part of every teen’s life. He tends to feel empty sometimes, and sort of sad, but he‘s never been curious as to why.
Trait 2;; He’s the hopeless romantic type, but he’s not hopeless. His unboyish sense for romance caused masses of girl crushes at his old school. He’s the type of person to go out on a date to a park for a picnic, or watch a sunset over a cliff.
Trait 3;; If given the choice, he would rather sit under the shade of a tree with a book than go to a hot party. Although he is social when he needs to deal with people, Kenneth is more of a solo-type wallflower. He likes to be alone or by himself. Sometimes, he will gather thoughts or daydream.
Trait 4;; Although he is very patient and pretty attentive, he occasionally snaps and becomes really angry. Normally when he is angry, he just uses more diction in his speech or narrows his eyes a little. After snapping, he becomes a disturbing force who can and will do anything to physically, mentally, or emotionally hurt someone or something else.
Trait 5;; He is a formal boy. Normally, he doesn‘t tend to address people by name, but when he does to someone older or of a higher rank, he uses the proper title, such as Miss, Mister, or Misses. He often uses words such as sir or ma‘am. To someone his own age or lower, he addresses by their first, full name.

Mother;; Stella Dwight (maiden name), died at age 35, would be age 46
Father;; Bryce Fortuyn, died at age 36, would be 48
Siblings;; Skipper Scout Fortuyn, brother, age 23
Other Family;;Sirius Racham Banning, cousin, age 29, successful actor/singer
Pets;; Willow, ferret, 6 years old, female, beige fur mixed with grey, brown fur around the eyes, paws, ears, and tail, bought from neighbor who‘s ferret had babies
Tabor, tarantula, 2 years old, male, brown fur with black streaks
Whatever wild animal follows him home
History;; Kenneth was five years old when his father died. Bryce Fortuyn was 36, and leading his life as a successful book illustrator and comic strip producer when he committed suicide off of a bridge for an unknown reason. Out of grief, the family of three moved away from the city they had grown up in, to a new home in the suburbs, far away. The tragedy brought the two brothers, Skipper and Kenneth, closer together. One year later, their mother, Stella Fortuyn, died after being hit by a drunk driver. The two boys were sent to live with their famous cousin, Sirius Racham Banning. They grew up living in luxury and fame, but still unsatisfied.
When Skipper became 18, a legal adult, he bought his own place-- a nice place in the suburbs. 12-year-old Kenneth was in sixth grade at the time, and he went to live with his older brother. He was enrolled in a nearby public school. Now together in a house, the two brothers became closer to each other than ever before, and both relied on the other just to make it through the day. Sirius checked in every few months to make sure they were alright.
It was the middle-end of the year in seventh grade when Kenneth discovered his powers. His girlfriend of three month had just broken up with him, and he was pretty crushed. While chillaxing in a tree in the park one warm Saturday, he met the perfect girl to make his old girl jealous. Even better, the new girl didn‘t mind. Apparently, she went to his school, but they had never met. The new girl was great. She did everything Kenneth wanted her to, always agreed with him, and listened to him, too. And one morning, he was taking off a muddy shirt when he thought of her. Turning around, he found that she was there in his room! Please don‘t be stalking me, he thought, grabbing his shirt to cover his bare chest. “I am not stalking you,” she said. Confused, he thought to himself, I hope she isn‘t reading my mind. “I am not reading your mind.” Realization striking, Kenneth thought to himself, she can‘t speak. The girl opened her mouth, but no sound came out. After a little research and some help from his befuddled brother, Kenneth discovered Evale Grotton and enrolled after eighth grade.
Sometimes when Kenneth becomes lonely, he creates a mirage friend, but it never works out, because they do not free-think. Other times, he‘ll go outside to be alone, and an animal will grow attached to him and stay as a pet until it gets bored and runs away.
At Evale Grotton, he‘s had a couple relationships already, and a few with boys, too. He‘s confused about his taste, and usually convinces himself he likes girls, although there‘s always the hint of doubt…


Other;;He is colorblind, like, actually RARE-type colorblind-- he sees in greyscale. He can recognize different shades of grey to be colors. Sometimes, he uses his powers to see colors.
He is blurry-eyed. Some days, he wears contacts, some days, he just goes without them. Occasionally, he breaks out his ah-DOR-able wire-frame glasses.
Play-by;; My friend named Kenneth…
Passwords;; There are no shortcuts when where you‘re going is straight ahead.
How'd you hear about Perditae Terra;; ApharaGarnet learned from MercyTheKitty, but MercyTheKitty learned from Admin. Get it?
RP Sample;;

Kenneth leaned against the big boulder, glad for its shade and support on the hot, tiring day. This is the life, he thought to himself. Feeling a little warm in his old tee and torn jeans, he tried to create a breezy feeling through the air, but it didn‘t make him feel any cooler physically. I should get one of those portable-fan-necklace-things, Kenneth thought, absentmindedly. Willow crawled out of the tall grass she had been playing in and climbed up his arm to rest on his shoulder.
“Well, hello, Willow, baby,” Kenneth cooed, nuzzling his cheek onto the soft fur of the ferret‘s long body. “How are you doing?”
Willow continued her climb, reaching his chest and curling up into a little ball on top of it. Kenneth smiled to himself and looked out to the bright, blue sky with his grey-seeing eyes. “We‘re the only ones in existence, baby,” he said whispered. “Just you and me, eh, Willow?”
Tabor climbed off of his spot on the boulder and crawled down Kenneth‘s chest like Willow had. He stretched out his long, spindly limbs, one of them landing on Kenneth‘s collarbone, tickling it lightly. Kenneth chuckled. “You, me, and Tabor.”
The spider seemed satisfied, and crawled down the collar of his shirt, to his usual spot on his right shoulder.
The three sat in the field together in silence, surrounded on any side by gently rolling grasses and swaying trees. Kenneth reached up with one hand and laid it on top of his necklace. He smiled. This one was perfect.
Hugging the hollow of his throat was a glass orb with a planet Earth depiction. The orb fit perfectly into a peace-sign ring around it.
“This is the life.”

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A c c e p t e d !

Great job on the bio, very well thought out. I like it a lot, he actually sounds kind of like my character xD. Just keep in mind that you have to keep both characters active.