Post by Moony on Mar 22, 2009 18:10:36 GMT -5
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Klaus Mozik!
Alias. Kozik, Mr. Mozik
Gender. Male
Age. 29
Birthday. 3/14/1979 (pi day!)
Nationality. Human
Special powers. awesome humanoid powers... alright, I'll admit it: none
Face claim. Shinra Kishitani from Durarara
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Looks.[/b]
Staring at my face in the mirror... my face strikingly resembles that of [insert handsome guy's name here], don't you think? Hehe, you think so? <3
Hah, just kidding. I'm myself and that's all it matters. My dark brown hair and eyes... well, you've all seen that somewhere. From what most people say, they say I look "sharp" or "pointy"--but when I smile, it breaks that whole image. They say I look like I'm concerned about something if I don't smile--so I gotta keep on breaking a smile often, to not give the analytic, cold impression, you know? I don't know if I was actually thinking critically that moment, but usually people catch me with that "look" when I think of something like "what's going to be for lunch today".
For my voice, it's high--but not that high--just not deep. Oh, never mind! I usually wear a suit for work but sometimes you can find me with a graphic t-shirt or a sweat shirt and jeans on. Finally--my body's well... say normal? Not rotund or fluffy? And I walk fine too... this awkwardly feels like a physical exam. >>;;
Heart.[/b]
(INTJ) I have my values, I have my morals.
I've lost so much on the way--made wrong decisions and wrong turns, but in the end--I'm seeking for one thing; the truth. I'm not the "live in the moment" type of person, you gotta have some sacrifices for the future. I prefer to go back in time, if possible, to take the words I've said and shove it down my heart, to punch that guy in eight grade, and make choices again, now that I know. But if I had really gone in the past (oh, after living Aerie, I think anything is possible) then it would be completely different from the world that my memories have recreated.
You may go left and right, but I'm going my way. Usually I end up in a pit, but you can't tell me what to do; I make my own choices. Hey, I'm sorry--I don't mean it that way. I'm a good listener too. Heh, I'm sorry... words are hard for me.
But words have been easy for me too, I have few personal friends and I try my best to not let them go... they're special; worth a lot to me. But... it's natural that friendships part. That's okay, life goes on, although I wish time had waited for me.
You can see I'm not the social butterfly either. Maybe because I'm busy a lot... or maybe that I'm an independent person?
I'm a person who thinks before acting, I need time and research to investigate a problem and then solve it. Especially in court--I need at least a day or two to investigate. I love investigating, the thinking, the endless possibilities... oh and searching for the hidden picture when it's right in front of you! The complexity of ideas, the intricate yet simple solution! Brilliant, better than an office job or school--ew, routine-jobs.
Being as Aerie's Justice, you'd think that I'm all laws and facts, but that's secondary! After being with them for almost half of my life, you'd realize that they're imperfect: Put your heart and soul first and then logic. Hah, I'm repeating a cliche quote that well deserves to be put on a sticker, yet I will tell you that I have a harsh and a vain side. Sometimes I say something--oh something that is so true, without even considering their perspective! Hmm.... I wonder what you are thinking of me right now?
My story.[/b]
Really? My past? Well, sometimes I feel my life would have been better if I just lived with my mom. My childhood in her hand, I couldn’t ask for anything more. A happy and complete family: an enduring hardworking father, a loving, understanding mother, and a fun loving, social little sister—and me.
My Golden Years. I miss those years, although there were lonely times, cooped in my room studying all the time for the future... huh, but I’m not sure how well that served me now. Worries, anxiety, papers, either crumbled up or dyed black with notes, filled my head at that time, hoping that would lead me into a world of opportunities. Hmm, and “opportunities” sure did come.
Like every child, I left my home. Into college I wanted, Columbia University, taking up Pre Law and Criminal Justice. Age 22. Received my bachelor’s degree. Age 25. Finished it with a graduate school. Passed my bar exam.
At the year of 1981, I am an attorney. Life was pretty boring... I loved my job, got lucky and made it through without lying--but a rush. Doing this, doing that. I thought after the admission letter, everything was going to be easy.
A curious letter. A Wonderland rabbit. Tick. Tock.
My friend and I were given an “opportunity” to join a private group, “Robin Hood” who would “rob from the rich and give to the poor”. Seeing through New York, the vast difference between the different classes, the flawed justice system--
Age 28. I became part of their "merry men". I would serve the people more--not the ones who can afford attorneys, but everybody! Right? I turned against the law, everything that I’ve been taught, every lie I've been told . . . to choose to do “good”.
We stole from places. People “undeserving” of wealth—scandals, gluttonous club owners, mercenaries, corrupted, lifeless kings. And left a present to the homeless and without so much of a trace. My part was easy; I didn’t have to do the actual stealing part, but I made sure no one figured out whom we were. I've dealt with cases like these before. No one could replace me. But my new job, was frighting . . . I actually almost liked this more . . . seeing the surprised happy faces of the needy . . . but was that all? I got my first girlfriend in the way too, did you know that?
Once upon a silent night, the mansion owner woke up.
And saw me--my surprise, my dread, a monster reflected in his two pools of eyes. Within those staggering black pupils, I saw whom I was really afraid of.
My friend pulled out a gun and shot him.
Death seemed so quick and easy, all in a pull of a trigger. And then add my best childhood friend in the picture.
“He didn’t deserve to die!”
“One dead, many saved.”
“Maybe he didn’t deserve the money, but not death!”
“I don’t want to jail. Look, Klaus, you wanna go to jail? You want to get caught?”
“I don’t get it! It’s just—You’ just—!”
“We have to get out of here.”
“I’m not going. I’m staying.”
“Sometimes, you’re such an idiot.”
I blacked out afterwards. I awoke up in his apartment with a fresh bruise on my head. Nice. After a hectic night... he knocked me out and then dragged me back to his apartment, without covering up the murder scene. Robin Hood? Forget it. After that failed mission, Robin Hood was doomed to fail and will be found. I tried to quit and so did my friend, but the boss tied us stronger than steel. After 23 years of staying together, since childhood, growing up together, going through law school together, we separated.
Although Robin Hood’s purpose was to give the money to the poor, it made a lot of money. The boss needed us. We were two tangled puppets; using the mission against us, he blackmailed and manipulated us. My friend was forced to become his "right hand man", to be watched and played dangerously. I had to cut my marionette strings. To bring down the stage of Robin Hood. It was growing, big, bigger, and I have fed it.
The only thing he threatened me with—forget the missions, if my strings were revealed, then surely Robin's hands would be caught too. I had to leave her. I couldn’t bring myself to dump her . . . I was so afraid . . . a coward . . . I didn't want to make regretful choices anymore. So I did nothing. I stopped talking to her; I dropped my phone in the bay; I disappeared; I let time and distance take its place.
After that, I was invincible. He had no power over a dead man. And I had nothing; nothing mattered to me anymore.
I wrote a letter to the NYPD connecting the recent crimes and the failed mission to Robin Hood, anonymously. It was like I was writing a letter to my younger and innocent self. I couldn’t give much information without revealing myself, but enough to interest their curiosity as I would have.
In a matter of weeks, Robin Hood would be exposed. I hacked my friend's computer and contacted all of the workers. I told most of them, briefly to leave Robin Hood--I'm not sure if they believed, but it was sent from the "right hand man".
I went to “Robin” by myself and invited him to a free drink, something he couldn’t resist. He was the most brilliant man I knew--if he had the ambition--he could rule the world. But instead he raised a mob . . . planting false purposes. Starting with a lie, it would end with truth. I got him drunk and I researched deeply through him. I discovered the reason why he have chosen me . . . Potential--to do something more than being a lawyer. Boredness, unsatisfied of everyday life . . . searching for something much, much more meaningful. Enough. He was so right, yet so wrong.
The slight anger I let out...
he suspected me.
Pulled out a gun--
I believed that I was going to die. I didn’t care. Robin Hood would be destroyed—and mattered more than my life. I told him what I did as he pointed the gun at me, crying. How everything would all end. How I hacked into my friend's computer, sending letters... he was doomed to be caught and found. I may have lost... but he would too--but he already knew. Before I invited him, he knew. He knew what he was going to do tonight. Regardless of my words. Tricks and cards and pistols . . . and pointed the gun to his right temple.
The police easily found his body and uncovered Robin Hood. Most of the "merry men" were trialed and were found guilty, all I did was pay a fine and share my story. Huh, kind of ironic that I would end up in court after I quit being attorney and all. And that day, I lost my attorney badge. I don't know where my best friend went. Or her . . . I couldn't find her again. Or myself. I don't know.
My life in NY was over. Before the verdict was called, I was afraid. So I ran. I saw the first ship on the bay--and sailed off.
Anywhere was better than New York. Aerie... it was such a random island to me. In the middle of nowhere, a new country apparently, with an autocrat... but it was such a peaceful, lazy place at first. I decided to stay. I joined the Council, as their Justice.
And here I am now.
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notes for me;;
