CIVILIAN, Kane Carmichael
posted Feb 14, 2019 2:22:38 GMT -6
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KANE CARMICHAEL
KANE CARMICHAEL
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KANE CARMICHAEL
LOOKS LIKE LELOUCH LAMPEROUGE FROM CODE GEASS
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT KANE
ABOUT KANE
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PRINCE
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PRINCE
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27 YEARS OLD
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27 YEARS OLD
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CIS MALE
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CIS MALE
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HE/HIM
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HE/HIM
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PANSEXUAL
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PANSEXUAL
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HETEROMANTIC
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HETEROMANTIC
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SINGLE
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SINGLE
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DECEMBER 21ST
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DECEMBER 21ST
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SAGITTARIUS
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SAGITTARIUS
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POLITICIAN
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POLITICIAN
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i live on the west side of america, where they spin lies into fairy dust; welcome to the narcissm, I am the sick boy.
i live on the west side of america, where they spin lies into fairy dust; welcome to the narcissm, I am the sick boy.
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[ the real words of the prince ][break][break]
You live on the edge of the line, passing onto one side or the other without shame. The crowds, they call your name. Scream, shout, and your head blows until the pressure is just too much. You love the attention, you love the fame. You know there are those who appose but you move toward your goal because there's no other way. The seat on high belongs to you. The love of the people belongs to you. You are their prince, their perfection. Your words of silk spin lies and stories filled with lust, greed, and pride. Your heart filled with wrath and war and you sit in your castle scheming. Blood and bones fill the thrown room and your gold leaf frames set the image of power and dust. It is not enough. Nothing is ever enough. You need more. You need everything. But you are patient. You are sure, that one day everything the light touches, will be safely under your rule. One day. One day. [break][break]
[ a prison of your own making ][break][break]
But it's the other one that you hate, cause he takes and he takes and he takes. No one can know, no one can see. The way he moves, the way he schemes, the bar is raised and curtain sheens. The mask you wear hides his existence, but you know you know he's in control. The cards he make you play. The words he makes you say. If you are the king then he is the player of chess. He rules your life, your heart, your head. Death, war, blood, gore. Heart blacker than an endless hole of darkness. You see him in the mirror, in the shadows, in your dreams. The blood on your hands, the strings on your heart, his targets are yours and all you can do is obey, and obey, and obey.[break][break]
[ the real words of the prince ][break][break]
You live on the edge of the line, passing onto one side or the other without shame. The crowds, they call your name. Scream, shout, and your head blows until the pressure is just too much. You love the attention, you love the fame. You know there are those who appose but you move toward your goal because there's no other way. The seat on high belongs to you. The love of the people belongs to you. You are their prince, their perfection. Your words of silk spin lies and stories filled with lust, greed, and pride. Your heart filled with wrath and war and you sit in your castle scheming. Blood and bones fill the thrown room and your gold leaf frames set the image of power and dust. It is not enough. Nothing is ever enough. You need more. You need everything. But you are patient. You are sure, that one day everything the light touches, will be safely under your rule. One day. One day. [break][break]
[ a prison of your own making ][break][break]
But it's the other one that you hate, cause he takes and he takes and he takes. No one can know, no one can see. The way he moves, the way he schemes, the bar is raised and curtain sheens. The mask you wear hides his existence, but you know you know he's in control. The cards he make you play. The words he makes you say. If you are the king then he is the player of chess. He rules your life, your heart, your head. Death, war, blood, gore. Heart blacker than an endless hole of darkness. You see him in the mirror, in the shadows, in your dreams. The blood on your hands, the strings on your heart, his targets are yours and all you can do is obey, and obey, and obey.[break][break]
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MISCELLANEOUS INFO
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&& NOT ME; YOU Kane suffers from severe Dissociative Identity disorder, with only one other personality. While he is the original he follows and listens to Prince through text messages, letters, and mysterious messages left through out his house at times. He does not realize that Prince is actually himself. He listens and obeys because it's been his only source of survival. Prince rarely reveals himself to others, because he is mute. But he is the protector. Any other personalities that may even attempt to emerge Prince quickly snuffs them out, as he wants total control.[break][break]
&& A MASK OF FEAR Because of his DID he places a mask of charm and generosity to hide his fear and terror of the world around him. He projects the personality of the prince because he has to. It's a coping mechanism to protect himself from the nightmares, and the dangers of the people around him. Only the strong can survive, and if he can't pretend to be strong then only death awaits for him.[break][break]
&& SCHEMES AND PLAYS Kane is an advocator of the people. Spins lies of equality, and belief in power of the people. But really he just wants domination. He wants the power and authority that comes with being a politician even if blackmail, assassination, and other corrupt steps get him to his destination. Taking out whoever is in his way through beautifully weaved words of downright hate and lies.[break][break]
&& EYES OF A KILLER Kane's eyes are naturally red, but he's found that people are less receptive to blood red eyes. So he wears violet contacts to help make him seem safe and mysterious.
&& NOT ME; YOU Kane suffers from severe Dissociative Identity disorder, with only one other personality. While he is the original he follows and listens to Prince through text messages, letters, and mysterious messages left through out his house at times. He does not realize that Prince is actually himself. He listens and obeys because it's been his only source of survival. Prince rarely reveals himself to others, because he is mute. But he is the protector. Any other personalities that may even attempt to emerge Prince quickly snuffs them out, as he wants total control.[break][break]
&& A MASK OF FEAR Because of his DID he places a mask of charm and generosity to hide his fear and terror of the world around him. He projects the personality of the prince because he has to. It's a coping mechanism to protect himself from the nightmares, and the dangers of the people around him. Only the strong can survive, and if he can't pretend to be strong then only death awaits for him.[break][break]
&& SCHEMES AND PLAYS Kane is an advocator of the people. Spins lies of equality, and belief in power of the people. But really he just wants domination. He wants the power and authority that comes with being a politician even if blackmail, assassination, and other corrupt steps get him to his destination. Taking out whoever is in his way through beautifully weaved words of downright hate and lies.[break][break]
&& EYES OF A KILLER Kane's eyes are naturally red, but he's found that people are less receptive to blood red eyes. So he wears violet contacts to help make him seem safe and mysterious.
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+control
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+beautiful things
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-other people
-lack of control
-being watched
-memories
-water
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(WARNING Some themes could be triggering, please proceed with caution.)[break][break]
[ What do you remember? ] Nothing. Memories broken by fear and anxiety. Flashes of a cage, alone and abandoned. Begging to be let out. "I'll do whatever you say! Please let me out!" Begging in circles with no response. And while responses aren't pleasant being alone is worse. Playing alone, is worse. No school, no friends, no family. Only HIM.[break][break]
Locked in a box, I think, the darkness unbearable. Moving but can't see where we're going. There's a leak and I scream and I scream and I scream. Can't see, can't breath, drowning in black water. Tears mix with water tasting of the sea. He doesn't want me. I'm not worthy anymore. I'm not fun anymore. [Break][break]
[ Who saved you? ] A forgotten name, clothed in blue. Asked a few questions and then was gone, thrown into the wind. Taken by a women filled with kindness. Unable to reciprocate. Unable to remember. Blacking out. Waking up in a new place. Can't remember where I am. Can't remember who I'm talking to. [Break][break]
[ What was school like? ] I can't make friends. Their words are poison, their fists cut deep, the ground opens up and swallows me. I refuse to talk, I refuse to see, the pity in their eyes when when they glance toward me. I hear their whispers. They know. They know. I'm too embarressed. They show, they show. A toy, they cry. A worthless toy, they sing. I black out, again.[break][break]
He was in the hospital, I hear. My hands are covered in blood, But my fear and confusion keep the wool over my metaphorical eyes so red. [Break][break]
[ Who saved you? ] A mysterious voice spoke to me, through messages on my homework, on the walls, in the halls, on TV, within malls. Prince... They called themselves. What do you believe? If you believe in worthlessness they will too, rise up in confidence and and they will see you. [Break][break]
[ What was school like, now? ] High school is different. The bullies, they stop. The whispers, they rise up. They're afraid, I see it in their eyes as I rise up. But I praise and spin those fairy dust lies and rise up. Student body council president. I own the school, I rule the school. They cry my name, sing my fame. [Break][break]
[ Who did you save? ] Gotta speak for the little guys, the ones who can't speak for themselves. Bullying drops 80%. Advocating for equal standing. Advocating for understanding. Pulling people together, uniting them under one ultimate cause, with me as the head. I am their prince. I am their king. But He is their hidden god. The player of chess making moves against the enemy. Against my enemy. The opposers the haters. [Break][break]
[ What is your goal? ] I've realized one thing. Most people are fools. Give them the time of day and they fall at your feet in a puddle of need. As long as you can provide what they need. The kind woman left me everything when she died of Cyanide poisoning. Committed suicide, they say. Fools. I rise to the top. Slowly, steadily. I rise to the seat of kings. University was a step. Learning law like it was running out of style. I ate it all up. Top of my class. It's all thanks to Him. I hate Him. But I'm too far gone. Involved in his plots and ploys. My hands are covered in his blood and deeds. I must obey. Must move forward. I start at the bottom, the seat of the Mayor.[break][break]
[ I am Prince ]
(WARNING Some themes could be triggering, please proceed with caution.)[break][break]
&& BROKEN MEMORIES
[ What do you remember? ] Nothing. Memories broken by fear and anxiety. Flashes of a cage, alone and abandoned. Begging to be let out. "I'll do whatever you say! Please let me out!" Begging in circles with no response. And while responses aren't pleasant being alone is worse. Playing alone, is worse. No school, no friends, no family. Only HIM.[break][break]
Locked in a box, I think, the darkness unbearable. Moving but can't see where we're going. There's a leak and I scream and I scream and I scream. Can't see, can't breath, drowning in black water. Tears mix with water tasting of the sea. He doesn't want me. I'm not worthy anymore. I'm not fun anymore. [Break][break]
[ Who saved you? ] A forgotten name, clothed in blue. Asked a few questions and then was gone, thrown into the wind. Taken by a women filled with kindness. Unable to reciprocate. Unable to remember. Blacking out. Waking up in a new place. Can't remember where I am. Can't remember who I'm talking to. [Break][break]
&& BROKEN IDENTITY
[ What was school like? ] I can't make friends. Their words are poison, their fists cut deep, the ground opens up and swallows me. I refuse to talk, I refuse to see, the pity in their eyes when when they glance toward me. I hear their whispers. They know. They know. I'm too embarressed. They show, they show. A toy, they cry. A worthless toy, they sing. I black out, again.[break][break]
He was in the hospital, I hear. My hands are covered in blood, But my fear and confusion keep the wool over my metaphorical eyes so red. [Break][break]
[ Who saved you? ] A mysterious voice spoke to me, through messages on my homework, on the walls, in the halls, on TV, within malls. Prince... They called themselves. What do you believe? If you believe in worthlessness they will too, rise up in confidence and and they will see you. [Break][break]
&& RISE UP
[ What was school like, now? ] High school is different. The bullies, they stop. The whispers, they rise up. They're afraid, I see it in their eyes as I rise up. But I praise and spin those fairy dust lies and rise up. Student body council president. I own the school, I rule the school. They cry my name, sing my fame. [Break][break]
[ Who did you save? ] Gotta speak for the little guys, the ones who can't speak for themselves. Bullying drops 80%. Advocating for equal standing. Advocating for understanding. Pulling people together, uniting them under one ultimate cause, with me as the head. I am their prince. I am their king. But He is their hidden god. The player of chess making moves against the enemy. Against my enemy. The opposers the haters. [Break][break]
&& WISE UP
[ What is your goal? ] I've realized one thing. Most people are fools. Give them the time of day and they fall at your feet in a puddle of need. As long as you can provide what they need. The kind woman left me everything when she died of Cyanide poisoning. Committed suicide, they say. Fools. I rise to the top. Slowly, steadily. I rise to the seat of kings. University was a step. Learning law like it was running out of style. I ate it all up. Top of my class. It's all thanks to Him. I hate Him. But I'm too far gone. Involved in his plots and ploys. My hands are covered in his blood and deeds. I must obey. Must move forward. I start at the bottom, the seat of the Mayor.[break][break]
[ I am Prince ]
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AVIAN ROSE
call me
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