Post by TOMMY "THANATOS" KRISTOFFERSON on Jan 3, 2012 20:39:49 GMT -5
THOMAS “THANATOS” KRISTOFFERSON
Only death does not desire gifts
Only death does not desire gifts
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Alias: Kay
Other Characters: Jane Eyre, Hector “Hades” Tormei, James Moriarty Edwards
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Comments: Live long and Prosper
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00I. full name Thomas “Keres” Kristofferson
0II. canon or original Greek Mythology
III. years of age 30
0IV. orientation (optional) Heteroromantic demisexual
00V. social statusMiddle Class
0VI. occupation Orderly in a hospice
00I. play by Dam Levine
0II. body type Lithe and muscular.
III. height 5'11"
0IV. eyes color Brown
00V. description Thomas’s style of dress can best be described as somber. He tends to wear a lot of browns, blues, greys, and black when out of his orderly uniform. It’s one of Thomas’s main goals not to attract too much attention to himself even though he has a handful of tattoos. Even though he isn’t very tall, Thomas still has the habit of hunching himself ever so slightly, his shoulders bowed softly forward and his hands folded almost submissively either in front of his or clasped lightly behind his back. His head is always tilted ever so slightly forward and he tends to look at people through his thick eyelashes, almost bashful in his demeanor. Thomas didn’t like drawing attention to himself, he preferred to pass through crowds and life relatively unnoticed. Everything about his demeanor and dress style was subdued and Thomas has worked to keep it that way.
00I. overall personality Even though he is burdened by extremely violent tendencies Thomas is genuinely a caring man. He adores children and is compassionate to mankind as a whole with a few glaring exceptions. In general he gives people the benefit of the doubt, trusting them but then remaining skeptical if they violate that trust. That isn’t to say that someone couldn’t earn his trust back, because they can, it is just very difficult to do so. If this violation somehow involves children in any way shape or form, that person is forever on Thomas’s shit list. It is an unforgivable sin to harm a child in any capacity, even just talking negatively about children in general. Thomas loves children, all children, and thinks that each one is a pure, beautiful soul that needs to be protected until it matures. He also feels that the elderly and dying revert back to a pure state as well. He became an orderly to protect them since there were so many crusaders for children. Thomas helps care for and watch over those who have been abandoned by their family and their health. If one’s position is so dire, Thomas has no problem helping to ease their suffering. Generally, Thomas doesn’t worry about children unless he sees neglect and abuse that is so blatant that he can immediately help.
When it comes to other people of the healthy, adult variety, Thomas is easy going and a pleasure to know. In general, he isn’t confrontational or hard to get along with. Polite and charming, Thomas has an almost boyish quality to his personality. Which a crooked smile that he only shares when truly amused and large, trusting eyes Thomas doesn’t make enemies. He’s the “nice guy” that most everyone knows and likes but doesn’t pay much attention to. With a bit of awkwardness thrown in, Thomas manages to endear himself to society and distance himself all at once. Even though he may seem perfectly nice and polite he’s just ‘off’ enough to make people want to avoid him. He isn’t this way on purpose, Thomas just doesn’t know how to act around people to an extent.
Beneath the nice guy exterior, there is a darkness that Thomas more often than not tries to ignore. It’s not a darkness that he sees as evil, per say. This most sinister side is one he usually sees as helpful and merciful however sometimes, a more ugly version comes out when he is handling a dire situation such as vengeance for the mistreatment of a child. With the sick ones he watches over, Thomas tries to be gentle as he smothers them with a pillow. With mothers and fathers who discard their child or beat them, his cruelty knows no bounds. If he sees that one of his patients has been abused by someone and he figures out who it is, Thomas will also turn his brutality onto them. In the moment, he feels like a hero, but afterwards, Thomas is struck by almost crippling remorse. Even for those he helped to move on as tenderly as he could, he mourns. Thomas is not proud of any life that is taken by his hands. He feels that his role of an angel of death is one that is destined and not chosen.
In all reality, Thomas does not kill that often. He may kill once a month, sometimes making an exception and killing twice in one month if it is needed both in sudden vengeance and his job. Typically though, he falls into a severe depression for a couple of days before clawing his way out of it. This attributes to Thomas’ lanky frame, during these depressions he doesn’t eat anything and will barely remember to drink water. Afterwards he doesn’t bother replenishing the nutrients he lost during that fasting period.
Thomas considers himself lucky for not having any major ambitions for the future. The most that Thomas wants is to find someone and settle down. He’s not necessarily looking to fall in love, he just wants someone who could raise a kid and raise them well. Romance isn’t required in his opinion but he wouldn’t turn it down if it was offered to him. Just as he is awkward in crowds of people, Thomas is a bit uncomfortable in relationships at the beginning but is able to warm up to them eventually.
0II. strengths Very good with children, a natural caretaker, relatively creative, devoted.
III. weaknesses Emotionally unstable, judgmental, violent, has a minor god/hero complex.
0IV. goals All Thomas wants is for the sick and dying to be treated with care and to leave the world with dignity. And any and all slighted children to be cared for by someone, not necessarily him.
00I. notable family & friends None, his family is dead and he doesn’t have any real friends.
0II. overall history Thomas Aaron Kristofferson was born May 19th to Gerald and Amanda Kristofferson. At that time, Gerald worked as a professor at Adam State University in Colorado but received an offer to work at New York University. When Thomas was 3, the Kristofferson family picked up and moved to New York so Gerald could teach Western Philosophy at NYU. The family moved to the north side of Manhattan and Gerald’s job plus Amanda’s paycheck from jewelry making meant that young Thomas never went without. His wasn’t luxurious but he was always comfortable.
At a very early age, it was obvious that Thomas was a caretaker. In preschool and elementary school Thomas looked out for the other kids by taking on the bullies and giving his lunch to the ones who didn’t have anything to eat. He would come home from school almost every day covered in bruises and hungry but happy because some other kid had it good for that day. No one thought anything of this until in middle school when Thomas smashed a desk over a bully’s head for grabbing an 11 year old girl’s breast after making fun of her mother who had terminal breast cancer. He was suspended for a month.
Following that incident, it became quite clear that Thomas saw himself as the champion of children and the dying. He got in trouble over the years but it tapered off when he got into college and married the love of his life, Cynthia. They were married for four happy, happy years before Cynthia gave birth to triplets, Sandra, Andrea, and Matthew. During that time, after graduation, Thomas was working as an orderly at New York City’s highest traffic hospice and was on top of the world. Everything he ever wanted he had. Then disaster struck. Cynthia, out of the blue, divorced Thomas, gaining custody of their three children, now five years old. He was only able to see them on holidays thanks to Cynthia’s lawyers and Thomas hated it.
Then, October of 2007, Thomas got news that his children were dead from heat exhaustion. Cynthia had forgotten them at a park and they had no way to get home so they walked. They collapsed three blocks from their home and died later in the hospital. Thomas was enraged. Not thinking clearly, Thomas tracked Cynthia down and spent two days torturing her before finally killing her. Something had snapped inside of him and now all of the dark, violent tendencies he had thought he grew out of had come back. He became to put down his patients that he felt were suffering too much or were burdened by life. In addition, he still took care of any wrongdoings against children as he saw them, only dealing with the most severe. Everything else he saw that wasn’t as horrible or life threatening he simply reported anonymously.
III. sample postIt should have been a nice day. The sun was shining, the sky was a clear blue, and the temperature was agreeable but Thomas felt like there was something that wasn’t quite right. He didn’t know what it was, just that there was something that made his skin crawl.
Thomas didn’t like it when he got a bad feeling like that.
Walking down the street he saw an African-American woman dart into an alley, a baby cradled to her chest. Thomas didn’t think anything of it until that same woman walked out of the alley. With her arms empty.
Thomas felt his heart plummet. Oh god. His leisurely pace picked up and he darted into the alley. He could hear a baby crying, but it sounded so muffled. “I’m coming!” He called out desperately, spinning in circles, trying to find out where the small voice was coming from. His gaze eventually settled on one of the dumpsters and Thomas had a dive at it. Carefully but quickly he pulled back debris and there she was, lying on top of a black trash bag. She was so tiny and pale, her umbilical cord still red and bleeding.
“Oh honey…” Thomas gingerly lifted the squirming and crying infant from her makeshift bed. There were still bits of placenta stuck to her and her eyes were crusted shut. Thomas gave a little sob and pulled the child closer. “It’s okay sweetheart…I’m right here,” He juggled the small body with care as he pulled off his yellow cardigan and then wrapped her in it.
“I’m right here.”
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Thomas had made a beeline to the nearest hospital after finding the girl. He explained what happened, conceded to a paternity test, and waited for the police, carefully answering all their questions. They had let him hold the baby girl after their cleaned her up and checked her over since the girl was so calm around Thomas. The time came though, for him to hand her over to the nurse and to walk away.
“I wish I could be your daddy,” He had whispered to the small girl who he had named Lucinda, or Lucy, in his mind. He didn’t get to name her though, one of the nurses did. Tanna was her official name but Thomas looked down at her and saw Lucy.
Little Lucy, so small and frail.
“I wish I could be your daddy,” He had repeated in a hushed tone. “I would love you and raise you right. I could never do anything so horrible to you,” The tears started to fall, sliding down his aquiline nose before dripping onto Lucy’s soft pink blanket. “I would never hurt you. I would love you and drive you to your soccer games and go to every school play; I would hang your pictures on the fridge and tuck you in at night; read you Dr. Seuss when you’re sick and the Velveteen Rabbit for bedtime; patch up your skinned knees and kiss them better,” Thomas’s arms began to shake a little, but not enough to wake the sleeping babe. “I would be the best father to you…I wish I could be,”
Thomas kissed Lucy’s tiny forehead and handed her away. He watched her disappear behind a door and went to the men’s bathroom where he cried in a stall.
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Two days after handing Lucy away, Thomas was sure that he would never forget the face of the woman who abandoned her. He began to lurk around that alleyway, hoping that woman would stop by again. She did. One week after Little Lucy was left to die; she walked into the alley with a small paper bag. Thomas’s eyes hardened and he took off after her.
She stood by the dumpster, peering inside and shifting stuff around.
“She isn’t there,” Thomas said coldly, placing himself at the entrance of the alley, his hands clenched into tight fists as his side. The woman yelped and jumped.
“Don’t know what chu talkin’ bout,” She snapped and tried to leave. Thomas’s hand shot out, clamping down on her thin arm. She thrashed and tried to break free but Thomas ignored her, dragging her further down into the alley. Once they were far enough away from the street, he gave her a shove.
“Why did you do it?” He asked, his voice even and lackluster. The woman sneered at him and tried to push past him again. Thomas didn’t let her. Grabbing her shoulders he shoved her back into the wall; her head bounced with a dull thud and she cried out in pain. “Why did you leave her? Answer me!” Thomas gave the woman a shake, his voice rising in volume. She threw profanities at him, clawing at his face and arms.
“She…was…just…a…baby!” Every word was punctuated with Thomas pulling the woman to him and throwing her back into the wall. “A…helpless…child!” He didn’t notice the splatter on the wall or the wet, sucking sound every time he drew her forward for another hit. “She…never…did…anything…to…you!” Something sharp shot up, cutting his cheek, bits of pink spongy tissue was clinging to the brick wall, and the woman stopped moving. “SHE…WAS…JUST…A…BABY!” A final shove and the crack was loud enough to startle Thomas.
He could smell her, everywhere. Sharp and coppery. It brought Thomas back to senses and he looked down at the small woman who was slumped against the wall, her head tilted a little too far back and her eyes half open and glossed over. “Oh God…” Thomas reeled back, his stomach churning. Her body remained propped up for a moment before sliding down the wall, leaving a sticky trail.
He felt the bile raise in his throat when he saw what was left behind. Pink tissue…her hair…skin…blood…bits of bone. “Oh my God,” Thomas gave a little choked sob and knelt by her body. He reached out, gathering the dead woman into his arms. “I’m so sorry,” He gasped, rocking her like he had rocked Lucy. “I’m so sorry,”
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.
