Name: Liam Rudbeckia Kin
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Liam, an adaptation of William. His parents named him this because because of its link to the poem "Black eyed Susan", in which a young sailor named William, her sweet William, and she both hope that William comes back from sea alive rather than in a casket. Rudbeckia is a Genus of flowers, more commonly called Black-eyed-Susans, a second name given to him because of his own black eyes, and because of his families interest in biology. Because Black-eyed-Susans and Sweet Williams bloom together, exactly at the same moment if planted together. So that he can have part William and part Susan in him, and find someone that grows along with him just as perfectly. His parents were naively romantic.]
Gender: Male
What scares him [250 words]:
The age old fear, for him, losing himself and his own identity. Physical fears of course exist, but this unforeseen trepidation, of losing the faults he owns and the mindset he's lived with and developed all through his existent, creates great discomfort. Discomfort that he can't control for the life of him. That any moment he will fade into a form of himself different from the one he's so familiar, and close, to. Considering the job that he's chosen for himself, physical fears-- the general fear of death, of heights, of great speed and collisions must be adapted to in a way that seam oh so natural.
The skills he has are advanced, and though that is not the only reason for his life choices, it does aid them. Liam, beleive it or not, follows the path of villainy, in a life that seams almost cartoonish and, of course, satirically fantastical. He can make towering tall creatures with metal and technology and traipses as the soul creator and owner of his own amusement park, making and riding in highly well made rides of each variety. When you watch people in such ways, and forms, other reasons for apprehension fall in.
1 short extra [100 words]:
I am a villain and that makes me oh so enticing.
I exude inhuman abilities and an intelligence to make the faint at heart falter and stumble. My bravado, my fancy talk, my lack of social ability and my unfamiliar non-extroverted habits create malice in its finest form. Don't I appease to your interest?
I know I act mundane, but that is just my enhanced facade until the time to break you comes. Then we'll be standing at the top of some whirlwind ride, working on our skills- recommended for beating each other.
It's the adrenaline working at its hardest.