EVANS, kaze jeremiah

[Det. Kaze Evans]

I go by teej, and my time zone is EST. I found this site by making it. You can contact me by many ways.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Kaze Jeremiah Evans.

AGE:

Twenty-three.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Extremely straight.

SPECIES:

Hybrid; human/vampire.

NATIONALITY:

American/Japanese.

OCCUPATION:

His real job that he most often does is his forensic analyst work at the police station. Putting him down for a crime scene investigator is a logical move. On some nights, mainly weekends and Friday; he is a bouncer at the local club – for making some extra cash is good.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

His face, smooth to the touch and pale but yet not sickly pale; in the moonlight, it appears as though it is almost as white as a sheet of paper of the color of snow on a landscape, but that is night and not day's gentle shine. He is a lazy fellow so almost all of the time he has some “fuzzies” as some may call, upon his visage. Hey, a slight scruff look brings the ladies, right? To him, some girls like that stuff, so he leaves it like that a lot. His eyes, were sea blue; his father’s eye color unlike his mothers hazel, just mimicked the ocean itself with its powerful glare and will to fight and live. If he stared at you, those eyes, looked as though they were filled with such sorrow, and tend to look as though they are looking in your very soul. Sometimes in the wind or just when he moves or jerks his head to open his mouth for insults, causes his layered hair of a mocha color, a deep brown almost ebony to move just slightly. His mouth was another problem; it said mean words. Men cannot fight or rule anything with muscles right? Yes. He had a nice build, always running and chasing something either if it was a piece of paper in the wind, his prey, or his dreams oh so distorted and twisted.

Being who he is, he wore a slightly tight gray shirt, just to prove his point that he could smack you, and smack you with force and power. Below, he wore black pants mainly (sometimes blue jeans or some South Pole pants), chains sewed on to make him look tough, which he liked. Every step he took made no sound, only when he moved fast the chains rattled and made noise. On his hands; his left hand had nothing, but his right hand, a fingerless glove with two rings with red gems on them, possibly ruby, who knows. He took a liking to silver, or a metal color of any sorts for an odd reason that even he did not know, almost like how a moth was attracted to a flame, why did they do that, no one knows, and so wore a set of dog-tags around his neck, hanging loosely and rattling in the winds blow.

Clothing style, clothing style. Hmm, let us see here. Kaze likes to be better than anyone else out there, and that means look tough! Look tough as in he will look more like he will be about to punch the living crap out of you if you looked at him wrong; like a gangster from Detroit. Some good ‘ol named brands sure made you look richer than your poor self. Sure, he just wore some random muscle shirt and a hoodie from random store, but he wears any style that he likes. His style is more or less on the punk and dark side, let alone looking slightly cute; he tries. Maybe a necklace and a different hair style to match his newest trend, who knows. All he knows is that his style changes, but slowly. What was old, he makes new, and what is new he makes something more new. He sometimes wears earrings, but that is rare. Kaze does wear dog-tags that his orphanage gave him and sometimes a sleeveless glove on one hand that its fingers held two ruby rings. On his back, though are not an accessory, are faint but yet visible outlines of lines; scares from when he was a kid.

CELEB CLAIM:

Jensen Ackles.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

He is one word; Ill-tempered. Mess with him and he will cuss you out so bad, not to mention his little anger problem, but really deep inside he is misunderstood and really is a great cool guy, if given a second chance, which, with all the cussing and bad-mouthing he does, that second chance is more further away than ever! Bad to the bone, rude, grumpy, but not evil. He is more like a bully or a twisted child; that including his wimpy insults.

He believes that women are not to be harmed or mistreated, just after what he did to his mother [not be strong enough to save her], who wouldn't be for that. To men, he can hardly give a hoot. He'd pick a fight and do something illogical and wrong on purpose. Very stubborn and persistent he is, and sometimes he gets so grumpy, he isolates himself with folded arms and mumbles under his breath. Usually the bad guy that starts and finishes crap, but yet, if you talk to him, despite his rude remarks or sly behavior, he is really a great guy that will, just jump in front of a bullet for you. Truth be told, be nice to him, he'll be nice back. Deep inside, he is just a hurt little puppy that wants a master to shelter him form the storm...

Under that stubborn attitude and personality, is a little dare devil! Sure, he will slap the Devil himself, and then call the Devil his b*tch. Call his courageous or stupid, but he is a brave baffoon to point the fact that he does not care at all. Defiantly a dare-devil and always will be one too.

Kaze is what people would call... a DOG; or a PUPPY. A new puppy that you just adopted from the Animal Shelter. Being new to you, he would be aggressive to some extent and sly. After some time of letting the dog know you and you know the dog, he would loosen up that aggressive tone and show that puppy inside; that more sweet side. That is, if this dog gets a second chance before he gets put to sleep. x3 Yay for symbolic meanings! x3

In other words, lets categorize his personality in Common and Rare, to make it ore easy on your young eyes. x3

Common!
Tempered. Yes, Kaze is tempered, or as some might say snappy, easily angered, or "Ill-tempered". Either way they are the same dang thing; which equals Kaze. He has a mouth and a temper if things aren't the way he wishes them to be. Kind of like a brat. Guess you can say the past really held an impact to Kaze's present and future. He gets angry a little too easily, and often shows it via facial expressions and or gestures. On occasion though, does he actually punch and start a fight; that must mean you have to anger him up really good.

Rude. He has a mouth and really, I do not think he will ever lose that mouth, let alone his rude behavior. Yup, he WILL back-talk to you almost all the time and probably make rude and or offensive gestures; though he would probably be joking. Rude comes in many forms. Another one is bothering people. Yup, he would poke you, stare at you for long periods of time [meaning he likes you or wants you to get mad], and follow you. Basically, he is a rude joker that never quits, unless you are a person he knows or is comfortable with.

Over-Protective. Once you start to know Kaze, he will get attached to you; quickly or slowly, it all depends. Anyways, if someone says something rude or anything negative to you, Kaze would be the one to step in and scream at them, protecting you and making himself be an a**. Sure, he gets his nose into problems that does not concern him, but he does that out of friendship more or less. Like that guard dog, so nice on the outside, but attacks on the out if a stranger enters the home.

Rare!
Sweet?! This frickin buffoon!? Yup, he is a little sweet heart to someone he likes and or loves. He would do small little things to give you signs that he likes you. Maybe take you to the movies, walk with you, holding your hand, hugging you. He will do that, just takes a little time though.

Loving. Just like the over-protective and sweet category, he'd do anything to make you happy. Once you get in Kaze's little affectionate circle, he is just like a dog on a leash; obedient and loyal. He would want to stay around you, like a small child and a mother in a large mall. His aggressive behavior would almost extinguish and that puppy with a wagging tail would be there. If you are crying, he would most likely give you a hug or stay by your side; wishing you were better and trying to help.

Quirks!? Everyone has them! Kaze has a few. Even though with his serious and rude persona, in dire or somewhat difficult/harsh situations, he will lessen up the tension with a joke or some perverted comment. Even I he is not trying to lessen up the mood, he occasionally laughs or snickers at things that aren’t funny for the sane mind. Unlike most people, Kaze has no regards for his safety most of the time. Usually, he just jumps in the heat of the action without a second thought about the end result, or about the consequences. See here, this is when he never uses his brain.

When the situation doesn’t call for it, he smirks, or grins in almost a mischievous manner; as if he was up to something—when actually, he isn’t. It’s his smile, more or less, and the only way you’d be able to see his teeth, if he isn’t actually happy-happy, or isn’t sinking his fangs into your wrist or any other part of you body that he deems editable. His personality is a main one. Kaze is labeled the “tough” guy and is not afraid to say anything vulgar, insult, perverted or highly sexual comment in your face. That will most likely be a turn-off for people and thus, get the wrong impression about him. Like he really cares what people think about him anymore.

LIKES:

Bossy and sexy women. Fighting; for a purpose or not. Eh, touching girls. Competition, cussing, vodka, and sex. Girls that hug / kiss him; touch him all over (if he knows you well enough). Pop rocks, mint foods, salty foods, and taters! Taking other guys girls; just for a spark of jealousy. Being innocent to get what he wants. COFFEE; caffeine in general! Guns, working out, and sports; hockey, boxing, and surfing. Video games and movies. Having a person that loves him for who he is and was. Being where he is not needed to be; that is always fun. Joking with people he feels comfortable with. Belly dance for him! Giving hugs (Shhh, you’re not supposed to know that). Company; he may be alone all the time, but having someone by his side; he adores that. Blood. And much, much more…

DISLIKES:

People that smart mouth him back. Men that try to take his B*tch (Okay, his girl.). Getting hit with objects. Not getting any lovin’. His bad habits (He knows he is an ass hole most of the time). People assuming about him, perverted men, and people that smart mouth him back. Getting slapped and being hit on by the same sex. Getting kicked where it hurts. Sl*ts; he’s the Sl*t, not them; kidding. Being alone and having no fun. Squirrels and cats. Opinionated peeps. Being bossed around; he does not take orders. Being reminded that he was / is an orphan. Being reminded that he has no family. Telling people about his past (He might, though it’s unfortunate.). Injured people, he hurts them, not anyone else. Injured animals… Aw, softie on animals! Mustard; nasty food. French; people, food, language, culture; the man is somewhat racist. Large amounts of fire (it makes him nervous). Giving up and not having fun. Getting threats (Depends. He sometimes likes them and thinks they‘re kinky. Yes, kinky). And much, much more…

SECRETS:

His past/history, when he was but an eleven year old child. He blames himself for his family’s deaths, thus, keeps that information to himself. He has no intention to tell anyone it; thus, it is a secret close to the heart for him..

FEARS:

Ex’s;; One thing he is sick of dealing with is Ex’s. Yes, he does have ex’s. Why? Oh, he can’t keep the you know what in his pants. What can I say, he is a tad love-stoned, so falls “in love” quickly most of the time, and half of the time he ain’t ready for commitment, so he often dumps the girls or better yet, they dump his ass. Ex’s mean drama, and Kaze does not like to get drama shoved down his throat. It is just a hassle, so, it is one of his fears.

Having a child;; Kids. He is scared of them, freaks out per se near one. Why? Because, he loves his little brother. Being the person who he is, he blamed himself for what happened and also, blames himself for not being able to save his brother. In his mind, he believes Kami as dead, along with his mother and father, too. So, all in all, he thinks that he will kill his kids if, by any chance, he goes and gets one, you know? That is his mind for you, and how it oddly works. Kids also take a bucket load of money out of your wallet and backing account too, so that is another reason why he doesn’t want a kid. Let alone the constant diaper change and feeding routine. Oh, and the crying. Basically, kids are annoying for him, and he would rather have sex without a kid coming in and saying, “What are you doing daddy?” ‘cause he would rather tell the kid to f**k off than explain. Personally, he is still a kid at heart, so having a kid would just feel odd for him. He isn’t “grownup” in his mind.

Losing his dignity;; Submitting. He rarely does it and he is scared of going too far. You know, being all mushy. Like with his Ex’s, he grows silent as they yell. He hates that. He hates losing his dignity, the “devil” in him. Submitting like that, he loses his pride, his boasting lion-like pride. He feels so helpless like back when in his past; as a child. He is scared to become that child again; crying in the corner, rocking back and forth, scared. He wants to be worth it. He wants to be that “devil” and stay that devil, not turn into a pansy-picker.

Being someone’s B*tch;; Uhh yeah, like the title says; being someone’s B*tch. He will not tolerate that, ever. It kind of has to go with losing his dignity, but usually being someone’s B*tch is more along the lines of revenge or blackmail; and he can’t escape that. Personally, he would rather shoot himself in the chest then submit to anyone. See how stubborn he is? *too lazy to type more*

Snakes;; Yup. Toss a snake at him, he’ll run the opposite direction. Quite fun. (: *once again is too lazy to type more*

DREAMS:

Odd enough, one of his dreams is to have a family, but with his attitude and opinioned behavior, that probably won’t ever come. A family’ a wife, kids (though he hates them to hell), all living happily on the countryside, like he was grown up with. That’s really what he wants more than anything, besides being wanted. Even though he acts like he doesn’t care, he does inside, it is just the outside you see. Kaze wants to be wanted, wants to be loved, needed, you know, that mushy stuff. He wants someone by his side; but would he admit to it? Nope. More than anything, though this is a dream that would never come true ever: is that he could go back in time, before that “incident”. Maybe he could of warned his family or, maybe he could of died with them? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that he is sick and tired of having that regret upon his shoulders.

STRENGTHS:

1) Well, one of his strengths is not giving up. On anything, he will most likely keep on going at it until he dies or something. Kaze is so persistent and very stubborn, so if he wants something, he will get it. Well, most of the time, sometimes he doesn’t get his way. That includes not being a quitter and not giving up. If he has a goal, he will get it. So he is goal oriented.

2) Strength itself. Well, he did play hockey, and he does box on his free time; let alone, he was actually brought up in the ghetto (the hard-ass life), so, he has the physical ability to defend himself, and others if needed be.

3) Even though he is an ass hole a lot of the times, one of his “strengths” is being sweet, though he denies it. He is supposed to be tough and cold, not all soft and happy (that’s his mind for you). So, he is sweet, and would do basically anything you ask of him. Buy you dinner, take you out, give you a massage, whatever it is, he’ll do it to get some affection, or a smile.

4) He is not going for a Master’s for nothing you know. One of Kaze’s strengths is his brain. Though it is full of sex, gore, sports, and food, the one thing he takes interest in is forensics; and that is where his other strength lies in. he is a problem solver; based on fact and assumptions. He knows too much about how criminals act (hell, he is almost like one on some cases), about guns and bullets, and about blood and hair filaments to shake a stick at. You’ll be lost in his conversations about that stuff. So, brain and deductive reasoning.

5) Kaze makes a mean ass omelet, D*mn it! D:<

WEAKNESSES:

1) Women in general. As they say, all men are dogs, and though he won’t admit it, he stares and thinks. See a pretty women, he’ll stare, maybe try to start a conversation probably just for sex. He can’t really help it, he’s easily seduced, so he says. But women are his weakness; you hate their B*tching, but you can’t live without them; he knows he couldn’t. he needs something to hold.

One of his main weaknesses is the feminine body. Call him a lusting fool, but just the sight of an attractive female makes him well, want her; and not let anyone else have her. Selfishness, over-protectiveness, and dominance play a key part in this. It’s the vampire side of his triggering, that makes him act this way. It is not always in a sexual way, but just the urge to be with the women, like a guard dog, per se. to him, they are the best people to be with. They are someone to protect, and they give so much in return. On the sexual side, he is a lusting bastard, wanting pleasure and wanting someone to accept him. Probably why he likes women more than men as friends. They can give him what he wants, and if he is lucky, one of them would see him for ho he really is; which is something he is hoping for, but won’t indicate it.

2) Any talk about families… Gets him down in the dumps and all “emotional,” or “moody,” if you will. He really doesn’t like the fact that other people have families still, and he does not. It’s not fair to him, and personally, when people say their family sucks; he’ll get all up in their face. You see… He’s an orphan still. Even out of the orphanage, he still considers himself as one. So family talks, and anything with conversations like that surely makes his attitude change.

3) Blood is probably the worst weakness he has ever came across with. Blood is something he needs. It is not a desire, not a want, it is a need; something his body must consume in order to function properly and live. As stated in his abilities, blood is something he needs badly when the time calls for him to consume it, he often falls victim to the temptation and the desired lust for it. Due to his species, mentioned before, alcohol has no affect on him, but too much indulgence in blood can. It’s a double trouble for him here. He must consume a decent amount of blood and stop, but most of the time his body tastes one ounce of it and basically becomes addicted to the taste, thus inquires more. Hen intoxicated or insane in mind due to too much blood in his system form feeding, he is highly vulnerable, since he ill act as though he is a drunkard with a little to much of the drink. Kaze’s senses will lessen and his knowledge on ho to act in situations will diminish. After feeding is a prime moment for anyone with a grudge to strike and take him down, but only if he drinks more than his fill.

4) Caffeine. He is well, addicted to the stuff. Hey, at least he admitted it too, you know— That was the way to be healed, was to admit. He did, totally not working. He drinks as much caffeine as he breathes are, and that is sad. It is like a necessity for him; a weakness— He must have caffeine!

5) Affection is another weakness. Though he won’t admit it (or easily), but he wants a family, he wants love, he wants someone there. Call him a hopeless romantic. He’s not really the one to make the move, since he is afraid of rejection (part of that kid), so he sits and idly watches people get together; making himself feel more like Sh*t than before. He wants a second chance, he wants to have someone, and be there for someone. He wants to be the son that his parents raised, not an ass hole like this.

6) Too protective. Yeah, he is, believe it, and most of the time it is annoying. The person can take care of themselves, and there was clearly no need for that much protection. Why does he go overboard a lot? Because he is afraid of losing a friend. It’s that kid inside of him, the same kid that wants a mother and father still (though that will never happen), that’s afraid of rejection, and that wants a family again. Friends are not easily gained for him, so if he has one, he’d pamper them and go all ape-Sh*t to protect them, even though they need it not. See… He’s hopeless…

7) Like with women and his lust or non-lust, he is afraid of commitment and love. Sure, he wants it, desires the attention and urging for his heart to fully beat in rhythm with another, but the thought of him hurting someone close, terrifies him deep inside. Inside, he is scared to love. It’s a thing he wants to experience again and again, but he’s scared inside. What if it turns out to be another “family” episode, in which he kills them all again? He doesn’t want that. Kaze refuses to hurt those he cares about, let alone killing them. It hurts him to know this might happen, and because he wants to love and knows of the consequences, he is indecisive an confused on what to do. Love and have them possibly perish in his fault? Or not love, and live a miserable life without no one knowing anything about him?

8) Memories of the past are something that haunts him even to this day. It scared him for life as a child, and even now, he suffers from the memories. The dreams and flashbacks are excruciating in detail, and caused him to submit and act differently, as if some unknown force kicked him off of his high horse. Due to his past, Kaze has some trauma problems. Could be PTSD, but he refuses to see a doctor.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

The sun rays, hot but yet gentle shinned on the vegetation in a field far away. The field was full of lush vegetation, tomatoes, pumpkins, cucumbers, a farming field of crops. Big and beautiful in some people's eyes. A forest surrounded it and a trail of dirt led from the corner of the field for miles with a turn for a few more miles then ending in a valley where a house resided. A boy, a small child in other words, hand a basket under his arms, walking on this dirt road, the forests leaves above him, keeping him in the shade as he walked undisturbed. The boy was merely an age of about eleven. Black hair like the color of coal tied into a small little ponytail that may seen cute to adults. A smile was on his face as he held the brown woven basket tighter. Clothes of a playful child were worn. Blue jeans full of grass stains and holes, shredded at the bottoms. A shirt, t-shirt of a grey color, just like his pants, grass stained and filled with holes, in other words, his play or work clothes. Combat boots of a mocha color were scuffed and dirty as he walked, happy as ever.

The child's name was Kaze Mitsuka, a little farm boy of a farming family. They were a little poor due to locus eating their crops and the dry seasons, but just strong enough to live more longer. Kaze snuck out of their house and walked the trail to their crop field. He saw that they were out of tomatoes and carrots, and so, thought it would be nice to get his parents a refill on them. His eyes of a odd green, like the lush forest around him, glanced to the trail to the forest to his side then back, knowing that he was getting closer to their crop field. His scuffed up boots soon halted suddenly, his eyes wide open in happiness. There it was, the clearing to their large plantation field. He was so happy he raised his free hand in the air, making a fist out of victory. putting his fist back down and opened again he ran to the field. Running now in the boiling sun his run quickly died down into a walk as he walked at the side of the plants. Stopping yet again, he had picked a row of where to walk. Turning his body he walked into the field, his head looking from side to side on where to pick first. Seeing a good tomato plant he stopped and quickly knelt gently down and started to pick the tomatoes and putting them into the woven basket that was at his side.

Small red tomatoes, big ones too were placed into the basket. Kaze also picked carrots from a little ways over in the field. It was just the right time for picking, nice and ripe in his eyes and perfect as a gift for his family. "There. A full basket..." Said Kaze in a cheerful tone.The basket was filled with ripe carrots, tomatoes, and even some plums and peas as an extra. putting his hands on his knees he pushed himself and brushed his legs off of the dirt from the field. A few seconds late he hastily bent down slightly and grabbed the basket gentle, caring it in front of him now with both hands as he started to walk out of the field.

"Ger, this is heavy...I took more than what was need again..." Said Kaze in a whiny tone of voice as he walked much like a penguin with the heavy basket in front of him. Stopping so suddenly on the path, the sun was above his head, already he spent hours in the field by the suns position in the sky. "There...has to be a quicker way home..." He said to himself, his head turning left and right as he stopped suddenly. There had to be a shortcut. That thought echoed in his mind, and then he saw it. Ferns were moved to the side, and taking a few stepped towards them, there was a path threw the forest. "I do not remember this, but it is a faster way home." He said, smiling and took the forests shortcut.

The forest was huge, and for Kaze, he did not know where he was going. "This...mabey this was a bad idea..." He said to himself, stopping yet again to take a breather. The trees above swayed slightly from the cool summer breeze, making a nice rustle noise as well. This path he was on, looked like it was made recently, but took no notice to it. What made this path, well, let us just say a spider, and Kaze was the fly. He had no idea, he was the prey in this situation. Eyes of a crimson red, a dark blood red, just like the color of when the bloods true color interacts with oxygen, that same color were starring down at Kaze from a tree above. A creature, the hunter in this situation. The creatures hair draped down, ebony in color, ivory fangs, two of them pokes out of his mouth. At one glance, this creature was a strange man, but deep inside, a cold blood vampire, a sick one at that and Kaze was his next meal. Though the sun was in fact out, the trees own leaves provided just enough shade so he would not crisp.

A breeze blew suddenly, rustling the leaves yet again. Feeling the breeze, Kaze shook his head and started to walk yet again through the forest. The wind moved some leaves and the creature was in the open. Some sunlight broke threw the leaves as well, touching its shin. Making a slight hissing noise, the creature jumped from the branch to another branch then down on the floor. It made a slight noise moving to another branch, then a small snap of a twig as it landed. Hearing these sounds, Kaze stopped and turned his head to the side.

Nothing. Nothing was there. "Hmmm..." Mumbled Kaze. ~I thought I head something...ahh, must be the wind or a squirrel.~ He thought, turning his head back and continued to walk. The creature popped its head out and starred at Kaze. ~Soon....very soon...~ was its thoughts. The creature had a name, but he rarely said it as he crept like a spy towards Kaze, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Kaze took yet another breather. "Boy this is heavy..." He mumbled, caring the basket a different way now as he started to walk by a boulder in the forest. ~I will rest there...~ He thought, walking towards it. The sun was about three fourths down, almost setting. ~I can not see the house...mabey this was not a shortcut...~ Thought Kaze as he sat on the boulders foot and set the basket on his lap. The creature came right to the boulder, sneaking to the other side quietly. "Hmmm...I don't like the forest...I feel like I am being followed by squirrels again..." He said in a low tone much like a mumbled whisper as he got up again and started to walk yet again down the recently made path.

~Got 'cha!~ Thought the creature, silently sneaking around the boulder. Picking up a rock, he threw it past Kazes' back and onto the other side. Hearing the noise, Kaze stopped suddenly, dropping a tomato and looking at the direction the rock landed. Now the creature acted. A low huffing came from behind Kaze, making the back of the hairs on his neck stand up. "W-who's...t-there?" Said Kaze is a stutter, scared of the huffing behind him. He swallowed and got the courage to turn around. When he turned his head slightly, his eyes widened as he saw the being out of the corner of his eyes, then...everything went black.

Pain, regret, sorrow and spite filled Kaze as his eyes finally fluttered open form his laying position on the ground. Hissing slightly, he tasted blood in his mouth and groaned as he finally sat up. "Wha-....what...h-happened...." he mumbled in a complete stutter and shivered oh so slightly. Goosebumps appeared o his arms and he noticed his skin was more of a white color, like pale. What happened? That was what he wanted to know. He soon sighed and glanced up at the sky, completely oblivious to the creature at his side, now dead and hard as stone. "Argh...the suns setting...I am so-" he started to say, looking back down at his side for the basket and stopping short of his sentence onto seeing something so white and not moving.

Screaming at the top of his lungs he scooted back away from the being as his heart raced but soon calmed down. Right then, he felt it, a liquid. ;looking down he noticed he was covered in blood. Now why was he so slow to notice that?! Blood. What...why did he want to taste it all of a sudden. Grumbling, he closed his eyes and bit his own arm, tasting his own blood in his mouth. Anger. Anger spread as he wanted more but not his own, no. Not his own. Standing up, he was loosing his control s night started to shroud itself over the sky. His hand shook and then he looked at the carrot. When he did that, he realized he had a family. "Fam...ily....blood....." he mumbled and rushed off, unable to control himself at all.

Meanwhile at home, Ebony the mother, Calvin the father and little Kami, Kaze's brother were in the living room, saying nothing; such awkward silence until Kami finally spoke, "Wheres brother...?" he asked, saddened and worried as hell. "We don't know Kami dear..." the mother, Ebony replied, trying to comfort her son. The father lit a candle, seeing the sky hit its peek of its life, as night rolled in like a plague. "Well, we got light....kaze will come back...he's probably working on the farm...on a relax day again..." the father stated lightning more candles. Then, after moments of running on the outside, the door slowly creaked open and there stood Kaze, staring at his family like they were poppet's.

"Kaze! Kaze! brother!" They all said, two of the tree had happy faces but the father, "What happened to you! Where were you!' Calvin screamed, getting back on his abusive side and waltzing over to Kaze. Kaze smirked and without much to loose, rammed his father, causing him to fall. Cuss words sprayed themselves from the fathers mouth as he shook his head. Turning his own head, Kaze's eyes stared at his mother and hen he smirked and lunged foreword, slamming her into a wall, knocking a few candles down that soon started a small fire below their feet as he jabbed his fangs in her neck, holding on tightly. "Get away form her Ka....ze..." The father stated, seeing his wifes eyes grow wide as her lips parted themselves.

"Kaze!" The father screamed at the top of his lungs as he jumped back up and rushed to his wife's side as Kami, stood and watched in freight. What was he doing? Why, what happened?! "Brother!" Kami screamed, rushing to his side, placing his small hands on his brothers shoulders, trying to get him off of his mother. Feeling hands, Kaze jabbed his elbow in Kami's' stomach, causing him to hurl over and then get grabbed by his father. "Die!" Kaze hissed in a deeper tone, grabbing his mothers necklace, a cross necklace, and turned around, jabbing it right into his fathers forehead, causing his grip to loosen, but he still stood. He was determined to live! Calvin gasped and raised a hand and back-slapped Kaze, whom just stood there watching the blood of his fathers forehead. He winced and turned back at his father and slapped him back. Whence he did, his father fell, dead like everyone else besides Kami.

Heat. Why was it so bright as day and so hot in there now? Rubbing his mothers blood off of his lips he took a look a round, not really needing to as he soon saw half the house caught ablaze. hissing he started to back up, cursing to what he did. At that time, he slowly came to. came to his normal self and his eyes shot wide. "No...no I...I didn't-" he started to say, backing up only to sip over his fathers body. His heart raced as he scurried back up and ran out of the house in fear. What had he done. Only a small child and wrecked this much havoc? Kami was still alive, and managed to slip out of the house, slightly burnt but alive. "Kaze...." Ebony whispered, before her eyes closed and soon fell back into the fire at her side. Death, he created, and torture was what his mind felt.

He ran far but fell on his knees as all his tears caused him to stop in a halt. he cried, whined and wished to die. Why, why was he living this hell! All of this was his fault! Everything! Blaming himself, he soon fell asleep from all his cries for help in the field. The next few hours, the house was no more well, stood half up and half leveled by the flames of the candles his parents lit and soon fell. His eyes fluttered and opened, rubbing them he started to cry once more. "Mommy..." he mumbled, never using mommy before, only mother. He got up and walked to the building, collecting a few knick-knacks that survived and placed them in a slightly burnt box, and hid them under his bed, halfway eaten by flame as he kept some knick-knacks with himself. Later that day, when the sun rose and started to set once more, Kaze finally got three rocks, a little big for him to carry but he managed and placed them in a row by the old tree. Mother. Father. Brother. Those words were written on each stone. "Why....why did I have to do good...." he whined, wishing he never went to get the food. Then all this...would of never happened. That was probably when his heart, the one that was so filled with love and happiness, became small and hard...

After that incident and after a few days of starving himself and being dehydrated outside form his depression that arose after their death, he was soon founded by some passerby’s and taken into an orphanage. There, he went to a public school and learned as much as he could – for to Kaze, education was the only thing he had now. After high school, he took up a loan and went to school. After going for a year or so he found out he had a bank account – a savings that his parent kept away. So, he wasn’t as poor as he thought he was; but he was still in the ‘poor’ group. Nonetheless, after working his bum off and investing, he is where he is today. A house of his own (still paying mortgage), his dream car (used, about to die, still making payments on it, but it is his baby), and having his dream job – bachelor’s degree in forensic criminalistics (or analyst, whatever you wish to call it). He is currently content…

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Because I am too lazy to re-write his history… He became a cop at 18, while attending college for Criminal Justice and Bio-Tech (double-major to get what he wants). He soon got his degrees a little earlier than most (due to spring and summer classes and taking more credits than he should - what a stress ball) and due to his current employment at the station they shifted him over to the forensic department - where he analyzes things part-time while patrolling in uniform the other. Recently (because he stopped school and kept his police job while working forensics - yay for dual-employment) he managed to get recognized by the department as a young, but extremely dedicated individual and soon was promoted to a detective - his ‘real’ dream job.

FAMILY LIFE:

Ebony Mitzuka Evans – mother – deceased; died by Kaze’s own hands.
Calvin Evans – father – deceased; died by Kaze’s own hands.
Kami Evans – brother – alive; location unknown.
Serene Evans – sister – deceased; died from child disease at a young age.
Koda Evans – cousin – alive; location unknown.

OTHER:

Due to his half and half-ness, Kaze has some weird quirks and habits he cannot avoid. Just be warned.

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