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In  a  restless  search  for  new  opportunities  &  new  ways   of   living,  the  MYSTERY  &  the  PROMISE  of  distant  horizons  always  have  called  men  forward.

                                                                                                   NEW HORIZONS.

ɪɴᴅɪᴇ  &  ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇss sᴄɪ-ғɪ ᴏᴄ  »  ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴇᴀ  » 「 ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ. 」

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          s q u i n t s.

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                             ✧ ― ❛ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.  /  headcanon. »

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞.          i stole it from @floraye​

REAL NAME : KAYN MERIC HALLEY EISAHN SINGLE / TAKEN : CANON: 100% taken, but it is discrete. AU/VERSES: Nah. ABILITIES / POWERS : Getting out alive, scarily accurate inner compass. Extended accurate memory. EYE COLOR : Blue, unsettlingly electric blue. HAIR COLOR :  Black FAMILY MEMBERS : A mother he loves dearly. Six older siblings, one of which he’s out for blood with. SOMETHING THEY DISLIKE :  People touching him. HOBBIES / ACTIVITIES :  Taking things apart.  EVER HURT ANYONE :  Without question, frequently, not always intentionally. EVER KILLED ANYONE :   That’s a big list, usually intentionally. ANIMAL THAT REPRESENTS THEM :  Hawks WORST HABITS : That’s also a big list. Probably snark when it is NOT time to be snark. ROLE MODELS :  An empty list. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pan ! THOUGHTS ON MARRIAGE / KIDS :  Absolutely not outside his canon, and even that’s iffy. SOMEONE THEY LOVE : Zael, whomst is the polar opposite of him. APPROACH TO FRIENDSHIP :  He doesn’t approach for friendship, only business or mutual benefit. FAV DRINK :   Hot chocolate. . . FAV PLACE TO SPEND TIME AT :   Anywhere up high with a good view of the stars. THEIR TYPE : The resilient ones. The ones who don’t care about odds, and survive despite them. The ones who stick around no matter how far apart he pushes, the ones who come back no matter the distance. CAMPING OR INDOORS : Indoors, honestly the amount of nights he’s spent on the run? A proper bed will always win him over.

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                              ✧ ― ❛ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.  /  headcanon. »

WHO ARE YOU ?

FREEZING

FEELINGS ARE A BURDEN, NOT A WEAPON. 

You feel weighted down by them and so, whenever possible, you try to keep them away.  BETTER TO BE APATHETIC THAN MISERABLE.  Better zero than negative. You try to take it day by day, not thinking that much about the meaning of it all.  PEOPLE WHO WEAR THEIR HEARTS ON THEIR SLEEVE ANNOY YOU.  You may resent them, or feel contempt. Maybe it's the way they carry the pain, it seems more graceful, less raw and real. 

You have gone through something hard, something you shouldn't have dealt with all on your own. It  ISTN’T YOUR FAULT THOUGH,  and it's all right to feel angry at the world for the way things turned out. Right now, you sense that  YOU CAN’T AFFORD TO CARE.  Admitting that maybe what weights you down isn't the sensitivity, but the pain that is attached to it.

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( OOC ) :  so im here, taking this quiz right. lots of answers are clear cuts for kayn, then i stumble across this one: 

People don't stop taking things away. We already have so little, everything is already so scarce and yet there's always someone trying to take something away. We are past the point of no return.

i lift my hands and scream into a black hole !!!  it’s HIM. not once in a quiz has a choice been so painfully verbatim for him.

90% of what he’s known is loss. some by his own foolish arrogance, in thinking he could outsmart or outrun the catastrophe of his own hands. but most is by being who and what he is.  inadvertently a rebel. ride or die. do and hope for forgiveness, not stall around for permission. shoot first, ask questions later.

while well aware of all actions having consequences, he knows he could do nothing and the same results will eventually catch up to him, just by different names. without fail, though, doing, being, in reckless abandon as he so strongly encourages,  is exactly what causes him to lose the most important things to him every single time.

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( OOC ) :  retail + holidays = torture. i am only part time but man. some days it feels like im the only emplOYEE. i’ll write soon, i promise, but might sit on a semi-hiatus until after new years bc im so tired all the time.

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( OOC ) :  i lay on your floors and deflate like a sad pool float. it has been a LONG couple of days and things are stacking up writing wise. i will complete what my thrice baked potato of a brain can tomorrow.

be good to yourselves. hydrate. give ur body what it needs or i’ll steal your toes.

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( OOC ) : i realized today most of what i write kayn in puts him galaxies away from his one ( 1 ) loved one. there’s a lot that he does for himself, especially when it comes to survival, but he’s insurmountably cautious of what could potentially come back to/be traced to alazael.

if he ever came to the conclusion he’d lost zael, he’d become a supernova in the blink of an eye. caution would instantly be thrown to the wind, no risks would be left untaken, and he’d go out with one hell of a bang.

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✧ ― ❛ RYE / floraye. »

                     ❀ : //                     ❝ then why do you sound like a big baby ? ❞   he’d admit that wasn’t the best comeback. but they had better things to do than to argue. they could do that after rye patched kayn back up, like he usually did.       ❝ barely standing. ❞ he corrected the mechanic, he could almost smell the blood that seeped from under kayn’s vest. which made rye sigh deeply, the florist placed his watering can down and walked to the front of his shop. turning the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’, because this might take a little while.

❝ follow me. ❞ he says as he walks past kayn, opening the door to the back of the shop. this is where his little physician office is, with an examination bed and lots of cabinets that held medical herbs and plants.   ❝ take a seat and pull off your shirt. you can bleed on the floor here but not in my shop. ❞ rye walks to a cabinet and takes out supplies that he needs: bandages, antiseptic gel and some herbs that soothe the pain. 

NOT  bleeding on Rye’s floor in the middle of his shop is increasingly more difficult a task. As is focusing; for a split second, it’s as if there’s  THREE  of Rye as he passes by. Two too many, Kayn thinks, and the weak rebuttal lost on him whilst the idea of three sassy florists being a potential reality terrifies him, briefly.

He’d meant to  EASE  onto the bed in the back. But what happens in the end is unceremoniously painful. A buckle of his knees, a grapple to the edge that leaves a dark smear behind. The bed’s feet screech against the floor from shifting under his weight when Kayn finally rights himself.      ( Still standing !! )

        ❛ You believe in afterlife, flower boy? ❜  The exhale of a long, shaky breath follows the query. Defiance burns heavy in the mechanic’s eyes, as if to say if there were one, he’d  KICK  and  FIGHT,  have to be drug unwillingly the whole way down to it. If only he had that strength right now. . .

The highest he can pry his shirt up is barely over the angry mark another left on him. A claw, a knife, it hardly mattered when the same damage was done.  ❛ I think it’s all bull shit. ❜   KEEP TALKING,  he thinks. Slipping into the sleep that called was a bad idea.  ❛ Like tradition, just old people, hell, dead people trying to control you, y’know? ❜

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( OOC ) : i am off tomorrow and will proceed to do things over here then. for now i go sleep bc holy hell the last few days have been A TIME. lmty.

anyways. remember to treat yourselves gently. rest well, what can’t be done today can be done tomorrow. sometimes a soft mental reset is more beneficial than powering through things. hydrate or else.

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                               ✧ ― ❛ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.  /  headcanon. »

ICARUS LABORATORIES

Quite directly named after the Greek Myth; a group of extremists hellbent on interstellar travel by any means necessary that on several occasions have flown far too close to the sun. Uncaring of how quickly their downfall could be if it means the slightest taste of the freedom they so crave or groundbreaking progress for the next group. Records have all been fudged, law suits have been dropped mysteriously, all surrounding the questionable lengths and data that comes out of the lab’s experimentation with human genetics to both endure radiation found in space as well as the feasibility of cryo sleep.

They function primarily in the dark. Underground. Facading as something else entirely. Sleep studies, nutritional products in experimentation stages put out on the street at universities. The occasional internship with promise of an exceptional resume for those looking to move on to organizations like NASA.

ICARUS’ primary crew of engineers, scientists and directors all guise under your every day activists. Preying on young intelligent minds just as eager to make a difference that don’t realize they’re nothing but batteries in an energy sapping machine.

While not exactly villains, in general, they are selfish, extreme, not good people.

Kayn, being of  CLOSE  to human origin and not of Earth was a jackpot. Director Soleil won his trust over by sheer luck, an incredible mix of well timed bluffing and very sly data siphoning from CRES, and convinced him to not only engineer for them but assist in testings on the account they had the materials to “ fix his planar shifter. “  His only way home.

Weeks turning to months, however, and the co-operation becoming significantly more forced, was enough for Kayn to do his own sneaking. All it took was one string of searches to know the lab was hiding  MUCH MORE  than what he needed to go home. 

That same nosing around, knowing the demeanor of the literal space-mech, and what information she had scavenged from his AI was enough to put Kayn as a  TARGET. One Director Soleil would rather be eliminated, than simply on the run if it came to it.          ( But Kayn is good at that. Running. Tearing out seams as he goes, making ruckus on the run, like a kid draging a stick across a chain link fence. )

Verse wise, in current ALT - MAIN, he’s laid low enough for the  CHASE  to slow down. Soleil believes he thinks he’s out numbered, playing a survival game. In reality, he’s a coyote lurking after a fox. Waiting, watching. Looking for that one spark to light that would start a raging wild fire.

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                          I’m helpless in the face of romance.

               Pri. Sel. Fandomless OC. Open to Crossovers and AUs. 

                                                Promo Credit to Seth!

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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( OOC ) : i’m actually quite surprised that lil test didn’t slap creative touch on kayn. it’d be more accurate to who he is, well, to an extent. he isn’t exactly a  creator,  so much as a  repairer.  he mostly fixes things. 

can he take bits of broken things and put them back together, force them to work together in something new? yes, in that sense, he is very much a creator. but it comes from knowing  exactly  what each thing is capable of.     ( i mean, if he doesn’t know what it does, he’ll figure it out the hard way but that’s besides the point. )    when out of his depths, he’s inventive. purely out of experience. talk to teenage kayn before his life was turned upside down and he’d ask you for a manual on how to do anything because  he only knew how to do things by the books.

so much of his growth can be seen in how he goes about fixing things, or making new versions of things to be more efficient.    ( ignore that tape is his primary tool. it’s valid and so cheap. )

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                              ✧ ― ❛ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.  /  headcanon. »

WHAT’S YOUR TOUCH ?

STIMULATING TOUCH

You are an intense feeling that energizes others. You feel it throughout your body, oozing out of your fingertips. You're the bustling subway stations, the final goal that wins the game, and THE TILTING POINT OF GOING DOWN A ROLLERCOASTER.

You're keep the group  ON THEIR TOES  and always suggest new and exciting things to do. Everyone  LOVES  the energy you bring, and your eyes that seem to light up and brighten the room.  YOU HATE DOING THE SAME THINGS EVERY DAY  and completing monotonous chores. Keeping moving and active is how you feel alive. After all. . . 

      WHAT’S THE POINT OF LIVING LIFE IF YOU CAN’T ENJOY IT TO ITS FULLEST?

tagged by: @floraye bless u tagging: steal it from me i dare u

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TEARING DOWN THESE WALLS  ――  DREAMING OF A   NEW HORIZON.

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men will literally