Kai Guy Reeves

[Kaiser Reeves]

* Kaiser Guy Reeves !

* who i am

NAME: kaiser guy reeves (kai, guy... and kaiguy)
AGE: 26
OCCUPATION: Teacher; Drama
GRADE: N/A
CELEB: ryan reynolds

* outs

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HAIR: light and dark brown
EYES: green flecked; brown
HEIGHT: 6'3"

* wha

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LIKES:

• dogs
  
• play writing
  
• glass
  
• mangoes
  
• the smell of egg rolls
  
• acting
  

DISLIKES:

• spiders
  
• knives
  
• clowns (yuppers)
  
• pigeons
  
• high-and-mighty folks
  
• buses
  

FEARS:

• fires
  
• brown recluses
  
• and their bites
  
• drowning
  
• silence
  

GOALS:

• more like a fantasy: to punch a clown. just once.
  
• get a play published.
  
• get a play preformed.
  

PERSONALITY:
Kaiguy has a few aspects to himself. One is that he's generally quiet. Not quiet voiced, he just doesn't speak a lot, unless he's acting. You usually can't tell if he really likes something or really dislikes something, common phrases being "I like it" or "Uhm..." The first is a good thing to hear. The second... not so much. He doesn't like disappointing people, so he says "Uhm" and tries to put a good spin on it.

You could say Kaiser was born to act, or maybe this goes with the people pleasing thing, because his emotions are so not worn on his sleeves. When someone gets to know him, they can easily find his tell-tale marks though, which is all in his eyebrows. Basically putting it: an upward twitch on the positive, downward twitch on the negative. And that's all in varying degrees. He smiles a lot, though.

He's easy to get along with, and easy to a friend. He's not a very picky fellow. One of those "everybody is cool" kind of people.

* come

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PARENTS: Marianne Reeves, Rodney R. Reeves.
SIBLINGS: Quentin Cadda, twin. Annemarie Mae, 17.
OTHER RELATIVES: Cousin; Richard Webb.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY:

Twins Kaiser Guy and Quentin Cadda were born in Seattle, Washington, two a couple of very nondescript people. Marianne worked at the Space Neetle's SkyCity restaurant. Rodney worked at the local trainstation, and wrote stories on the side. Right off the bat, the boys were a mischivous two, sometimes called the Puget Sound's Dynamic Duo among friends and family who frequently babysat. Quentin was better at making trouble, but Kai was perfect at hiding it. Between them, they were an itty-bitty, rugrat force to be reckoned with.

When Annemarie was born, Kai kind of copped out of trouble making to help take care of his baby sister. Don't get me wrong, Kaiguy still played along with his bro's being a troublem around town, and later on his sister joined the party.

At the age of ten, as he recalls, he can remember a very ecstatic father bursting in through the apartment door, making his mom ruin dinner, one day. This was over the books Rodney had been writing. It got published, and in the next year, they found out the book would considerably help with the bills. it wasn't enough to have them sitting pretty forever, but made living a little easier.

Growing, he became less of a fooligan, nevermind Quen, he stuck to his ways. Kai got more into acting and even a little into photography. Dispite the fact he had a great photographic eye, that was always on the back burner, him being a thespian through and through. In high school, he had some part in every play. And in the musicals, he preferred to be a stagehand. They say if you can talk, you can sing. But Kai may have been the exception to that rule.

He graduated at seventeen and a half, and was out of Seattle by eighteen. It wasn't anything like a grudge or something that he held against the city, and state, he just decided to visit Phoenix for a few months at his cousin's beckoning. Turned out he liked the place and decided to go to college there. Once 'all that school stuff' was out of the way (the minimum of years needed), he went into subbing and teaching for some odd reason. Later, he found himself as the official Drama Teacher at the closest high school.

* wha

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
me at my best:

Jacques kept his eyes on Bane, some challenging look in his eyes. It as almost like Rose, only he didn't have a problem with her (though she appearently had one with him) and this one was less... playfull, you could say. Much, much less. He could tell Bane was goin to come back at him with some mother-esque comment, but Delta essentially interrupted him before he had the chance to. Jac didn't need to look at her to see her emotions, and not just hear them. He was feeling the same way to a degree- only a bit of anger showing through. He didn't want to do this now either.

"So why haven't you tried yet?" Jacques wasn't frightened or taken back in the least by his semi-threat Bane dealt. In a way, he was kind of inviting him., his voice trying to sound surprised at the fact. 'Fighting for his life' would be a good excuse to do to him what he wanted. Of course Jacques didn't consider himself being hypocritical. He still lived and breathed the Navy, Delta was just... different.

Kali. Jacques shook his head, finally breaking his straight glare at Bane, glancing down at Delta as she was between them. He may have been looking at her, but her words meshed together at the mention of Bane's sister. It was a shame, the two men coulda have been 'pals' on that front. At 'dead beat, gutless coward', her words separated again. By the way she gripped his hand, he could tell she immediately wasn't glad at her choice of words it seemed. Then Bane, obviously unable to handle humiliation, brought his hand down on Delta, and, while Jacques wanted to react for her and was a fraction of a second from doing so, she hit him back. Good girl.

The guards shouted near by, they really do act swiftly on the whole fighting matter. Jacques looked back at the same time as the other two, actually smiling at how fast this night was over. Five minutes? He gently, but firmly, sqeezed her hand as she lipped an apology at her, then shook his head. Letting go of her hand, he looked at Bane, grabbing his collar. Jac was not missing out on this. Pulling him a little closer, he sent his other hand, form of fist, into the opposite cheek that Delta hit as hard as he could. Well, the actual landing place of his fist was more towrd his nose and probably knocked the red mask slightly out of place. And it felt much better than it probably should have.

He glanced back at the coming guards. How was this going to be explained away?

me at my worst:

He smiled again at the way she put the brush down. Tristan saw right through that. "Well, my older sister used ta do that when something was bugging her. That or crack 'er knuckles." He glanced off to the side for half a second, shrugging, also again. "Figured I'd ask." He kept that smile grin thing going, watching her. He knew it wasn't him going there, it was him being there.

* the

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NAME: Lar
AGE: 17
EXPERIENCE: Uhm. I cannot remember the very first year I started. But it's been, like, six? years.
ANYTHING ELSE: Ogga-booga! =] [/size]