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Kevin Free
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male (even if he does have a prominent feminine side)
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Kevin is a radio host (at least, he
is broadcasting from a station,
if not actually employed as a radio host)
who comments on many everyday things.
He often embellishes the stories he broadcasts
With random little things, ie. injures, deaths,
hooded figures, and wheat and wheat by-products
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•sexualityKevin is bisexual, with a preference for men
•physical featuresKevin is an average height, but rather skinny for it.
He doesn't look it though, because his fur tends to stick out everywhere.
•likes⇒Old-fashioned microphones
⇒Neck accessories ( he wears a different one every day)
⇒Books
⇒Glowing objects/lights
⇒animals, especially dogs and cats
⇒music with acoustic guitars
⇒Cat videos
•dislikes⇒Iced coffee
⇒People who point out flaws in anything
⇒ broken computers
⇒Dry scones
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Kevin is a bean with a fully multi-layered personality.
He seems, at first, to be such a cheerful guy, it's almost annoying.
He'll fawn over kittens and snuggle, and be a real sweetheart,
He's nice and sweet and never rude. He cares for his friends a lot.
Kevin has a very talkative and social personality,
And can ramble on about anything for hours.
He smiles often, but something is always off with his smile
It's nearly creepy, and sometimes that side of him shows
when he grins dorkily just as much at a gory horror story
And a video of a cat jumping in and out of boxes
Kevin is also a huge romantic, his favorite genres of
movies being horror and romance, preferably both at the same time.
Whenever Kevin isn't talking, he doesn't listen very well unless its important.
You can tell that he's drifted off into his own little world, and once you ask him about it
he'll go into animated detail about a world where he lives in an apartment just next to the dreaded
Steve Carlsburg. He'll go on and on about angels and hooded figures and the city council, making you wonder how he comes up with it all.
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Many people talked about the old radio station, down near the dog park that people did
not talk about. They were mostly crack conspiracy theories, like secret police or many-limbed large writhing entities, but everyone was aware that something was amiss. Noises often floated out of the cracked, stained windows, and if you tuned in exactly to a specific radio station (and sometimes when radios crackled to life on their own, as they tended to do), there were voices that matched the noises. Sometimes glimpses of deep purple were sighted. So yes, people speculated.
Of course, it wasn't really too unusual in the town. Plenty of strange happening just "happened" around there. And despite the theories about it, most people knew for a fact that there had once been a family living in the slightly charred, dirty station. A mother, a father, a small little boy. But that was years ago, when the radio broadcast had been actually broadcasted and the outer walls had not carried scorch marks. And as the years passed, the family had gradually stopped leaving the building, until one day, the door and windows were boarded up, nails haphazardly jammed into the doorframe. Weak signals still came out, as mentioned before, but it would only be every other word or so, leaving any listener with phrases such as "-park--not-hooded-insurance"
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(uncolored traditional and digital)
I'm still holding this trophy by me
a compilation of sketches by me
just chilling by me
he doesn't like scarves by me
anthro by me
age sketches by me
(I'm turning all of these into digital drawings, hopefully I can get most done before judging)
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welcome to night vale by me
waiting for the bus in the rain by me
wow he's mad by Willow~
Bow ties are cool by me
baby photo by me
my first microphone! by me
i do all kinds of stupid and silly stuff
