James Kyle | Law ●

[James "Nails" Kyle]

Name: James Leon Kyle Age: 22 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Faction: Law Occupation: College Student – Forensic Chemistry major Playby: Armen Noir, Knives Traits Positive Thoughtful Resourceful Independent Caring Loyal Knowledgeable Passionate Negative Hyper-thinking Critical Awkward Bitter Overly Accepting Little Confidence Easily Emotionally Exhaustive - Optional in depth personality if one wishes. History Joshua and Nora Kyle were originally college sweethearts who maintained and broke off a relationship for a number of years through their college and graduate school years. They would finally marry in their early thirties and have four children altogether: three girls and a boy. With two sisters before him and a sister shortly after him, James was sandwiched into the busy but loving household. By nature, he was a quiet child and unassertive child even his cradle years, yet James was decently well cared for overall. From his earliest memories, James held a close relationship with the females of his household, and in general, he was quietly clingy. If he wasn’t peering at a stranger out from behind his mother, he was doing so behind one of his sisters. He got dressed up more than once to their spry delight, and before his elementary school years were to start, his hair was rather long. Mostly because he was frequently busy, Joshua didn’t have as close a relationship as he wanted with his one and only son. However, the two did share some nice moments in those early years. Elementary school was the start of rough years for James. While he was surprisingly bright, similar to his sisters in many regards, he didn’t share his elder sisters’ outgoing and social personalities. He was a naturally anxious and awkward child, and as peers of that age group generally do, they teased him for it. His teachers did what they could to diffuse these childish gestures, but they couldn’t put a stop to everything. He cried quite a bit at home, and he and his mother had quite a number of talks about peers late into the night. While such things were encouraging, it was still difficult for him, and at some point, he stopped answering the questions teachers asked and almost stopped talking altogether while at school. As time went on, James shyly made a friend or two, but it was mostly under heavy encouragement by his family. These friends brought him out of his shell a bit, but it seemed he struggled to say what he wanted to and eventually became said friend’s shadows instead. He let them talk, and he listened, and that was good enough for a while. Soon enough, however, those friends took interest in other people, and he found himself left behind. He stopped going over to houses after school and dropped a lot of the interests that his family thought were initially his. It turned out he’d just held them to appease his friends. Despite this, his grades only seemed to skyrocket as he aged. His test scores were always high, and it was often him helping his elder siblings on homework. Eventually he was bumped up a grade when his parents finally consolidated that one grade wouldn’t be too much for him socially. It helped a bit especially to have a more mature peer group around. They didn’t pick on him as much though perhaps it was also because he was in one of his older sister’s grades now, and she dared people to pick on him while she was around. The summer before he was to start middle school, James was tested again, and encouragement was given to at least take some higher level math courses if not bump up again. His parents hesitated but finally accepted it, and as a sixth grader, he was taking the foundations of algebra. He excelled at it, really, and always seemed to brighten around math and science anyways. Truthfully, James found the logic of math and science, the strength and intensity of both, comforting in more ways than one. They were his strange friends of sorts, and they were easier to be around than actual people that he struggled to understand at best. Towards the end of middle school, however, he started taking math at the high school, and he would be exposed to a whole new class of people. The freedom of high school was more prominent than any other schooling before him, and it both awed and intimidated him. He grew more awkward than ever before, but worse still, he felt the budding need to belong, to be accepted more and more. Somehow or another, this desire landed him in with a rather rough crowd. He did their homework for their friendship, mostly, and while he was aware they weren’t as socially close to ‘friends’ as they probably should have been, he couldn’t help liking the minor attention he received in response anyways. It didn’t even occur to him that by the time he was in high school and they were seniors that he had been strangely adopted into a gang of sorts. James doesn’t remember when his life started to stray further than just doing homework for them, but it started out slow enough. Not even his parents really noticed how he started coming home later and later. His sisters did, of course, but he always found one excuse or another to assure them it was fine. The gang dubbed him Nails at some point, and he began to associate it as much as his own given name in more ways than one. However, in the months after that, things started to spiral out of control. A gang war broke out, and in the chaos of it all, James’s house would be set on fire in the middle of the night. To this day, James only has scant memories of that fire. It was dubbed arson, and his neighbors had called the fire department, but how he had awoke in the middle of the night and managed to get out of a blazing house, he still doesn’t completely know. However, it would turn out he would be the sole survivor of that fire. While he escaped with only a few major burns here and there, his family had not been so lucky. Shock would keep him from remembering a lot of what came after. However, James would be put up in his aunt’s house in Georgia afterwards, and he was distantly aware the police were looking in to what happened. He would be depressed and angry for weeks, and his attendance at the new school waxed and waned with how well he was feeling on any given day. His aunt finally put him in online school which he did better at anyways. It would take him three years to graduate that way, though ironically, the grade he skipped years back allowed him to still be 18 on graduation. During this time, James also worked on and off again at numerous jobs that he would up and quit at varying intervals due to the stress of dealing with people. He also volunteered extensively at animal shelters where he felt more comfortable with animals than people. He grew an intense love of all manner of creatures and took up harboring and quietly helping some street animals on his own. He wasn’t initially sure what to do after high school graduation, and while he loved animals, James was painfully aware that he couldn’t constantly deal with some of the suffering he’d seen to be a veterinarian. He applied and got into an online college and managed to get through a number of basics relatively quickly but without initial aim. He was still good at math, and still liked it because of its indifference to everything else in the world, but what he could do with it, James wasn’t sure. It would be a solid year before he transferred schools, getting into an on campus university, and starting actual lab classes. Though being in lecture class with all those people was often very stressful, lab proved to give him a world of his own, a haven he liked more than he could put to words. Though the biology classes made him cringe in certain ways, James found he liked chemistry courses. It was closely tied to math (which he had decided as his initial major), and when a very kind professor quietly suggested he change his major to Chemistry, suddenly the world started lining up. In a strange mix of bitterness and other emotions he couldn’t put to words, he decided to go into Forensic Chemistry. He’d help solve crimes, crimes as unforgivable as that fire years ago. It almost perfectly came together, and he started working towards that goal. When the event occurred, he was approached by a god and offered a wish. Awkwardly, he wished to always be able to feed his animals, and since then, the creatures he has in his care seem to have a never ending supply of food. He was also given an insignia and power that he is now trying to figure out, among other things. Insignia Level 1 His insignia takes the form of a single feather wing on his back. Molecular Manipulation - level 1 - James is capable of manipulating matter at the molecular level, causing molecules to rearrange and reconfigure depending on his desires. At this level, he is only capable of manipulating a very select group of metals including tin, lead, and copper, and the alloy steel. The ready application of this is that he can rearrange raw metal at the molecular level into useful objects such as gears, keys, or even blades.The limitations are in the metal itself as he can only manipulate what is there and in ways he can imagine the metal taking on a new shape. In this way, he can make a set of keys on a key chain into a small knife, but he can't make it into a bigger knife than the amount of matter that is there. Also, he finds it very difficult to return specific things to their original form after the fact. He can preform 3 manipulations a day, without recourse though the larger object manipulations will obviously affect him more than smaller ones. Recourse includes headaches and lethargy. His familiar takes the form of a bombay cat he has coerced into wearing a white bow if not a belle or tag. She speaks aloud and can be cripplingly blunt. Extra His gang nickname, Nails, is something he still answers to awkwardly (since it's an actual word and such). When nervous, stressed, or whatever, he has a habit of accidentally introducing himself as Nails instead of James. He still lives with his aunt and commutes to and from Barclay. He has 3 cats, 2 dogs, an iguana, and 3 snakes that he takes care of. His hair is dyed to have red highlights. He wears leather frequently and has multiple ear piercings. Despite looking intimidating as frick to a lot of people, he just enjoys the style, really. OOC OOC Name: Nai How did you find us?: the force Other Characters: ---

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