Post by kyle roland clynch on Nov 30, 2010 18:36:01 GMT -5
KYLE ROLAND CLYNCH
NAME: Kyle Roland Clynch
GENDER: Male
AGE&YEAR: 18 & 5th Year
PROBLEM: addiction to amphetamine sulphate (speed), minor use of marijuana
RISK: moderate
PLAY BY: Zach Ferry
APPEARANCE:
Kyle is a naturally gawky young man who is more often than not forced into conservative outfits that simply emphasize his awkward appearance. Even worse than this is that he tends to wear the same buisness-like thing everyday, since he was unable to afford much else besides his one "casual" outfit and his old school uniform. He has some old trashy clothes left over from before he went to Prep school, but he tends not to wear them. Old habits from school die hard after all. Kyle himself could be blandly handsome if he wanted to be, but with his blond hair always combed a bit too neatly and his old 50s-styled spectacles, he ends up just looking like a stereotypical nerd. In fact, he may have actually looked better before he grew overly concerned with not looking like white trash. However he personally thinks he looks fine for beauty to him is equal to neatness, and neatness is certainly one trait his looks do hold.
PERSONALITY:
Kyle, despite his intelligence when it comes to things involving mechanics, science, and math, is not at all eloquent in speech especially when it comes to first impressions. With his heavy Tennessee accent, bad habit of laughing at the stupidest things, and his decision to not bother with using better vocabulary, he sounds like your stereotypical southern hick. This sometimes throws people off balance since his looks would say the complete opposite about him. Sadly, Kyle has a hard time recognizing what sets him apart from others. He isn't what you would call one of the most socially aware guys around. For one thing, he has a hard time reading other people's emotions. Unless they specifically tell him how they feel or make it glaringly obvious, he automatically assumes that they either have no emotion (much like the machinery that he loves so) or that they feel like he does. While Kyle is slow to realize other people's emotions, he has in fact realized that this is a problem for him. He will often ask people questions about how they feel which at times can be just as annoying as him misinterpreting their intentions. His problem also can end with him offending someone without meaning to.
Kyle, no matter what's happening, is an easily amused guy. He finds almost everything to be interesting, and he deals with this by multitasking for a majority of the time. He very rarely is seen without a trinket or book that he will be studying while simultaneously holding conversations.This Kyle likes. Yes, he enjoys speaking to others for some odd reason, despite the fact that these chats usually end with him being ridiculed for some reason. (At least while he is here or while he was at St. Andrew's Prep). Kyle doesn't mind retaliating once in awhile (when he can actually sense that he's being made fun of), but for the most part, insults just soar over his oblivious head. Though he puts up a front of being extremely easy-going, Kyle is secretly a rather obsessive person. When he sets a goal for himself, he will not stop until he achieves it or it becomes literally impossible for him to reach it. This obsessive behavior usually applies itself to machines or school-related things. However, he sometimes transfers these feelings to humans through hero-worship or admiration from afar. This part of Kyle is one of the rare hidden sides that some people can miss. He grows secretive over his personal goals, and he likes to play them down by acting like he just goes with the flow.
Slightly odd but seemingly just a tad off at first, Kyle grows more eccentric the the more one gets to know him. Very frenetic with friends, he is a bit too hyper for most. He's the type to constantly demand vigorous hiking, exploring, experiments (mostly with chemicals if he can get his hands on some), or sports from those he hangs out with. He appreciates closeness with friends as well. He's in their faces, personal and usually touchy (not in the cuddly way, but in the I'm-going-to-tackle-you-and-choke-you-until-you-scream-uncle-way.) Contrary to this is the distance he requires from his friends at times. If he goes somewhere crowded with his buddies, Kyle will usually push his way into the swarm of people only to come back later and act like nothing happened. He gets distracted very easily, though this is less apparent if he's with less people. Most noticeable of all his traits is that his laughter that is so common straight from meeting him only becomes more frequent. Kyle's first reaction to most things is to laugh. Mostly when he's excited which is the majority of the time. Sometimes he has a good chuckle when he feels disturbed. Sometimes when he's angry. Sometimes he just laughs at nothing at all. It makes him feel better about things. That's usually enough for him. Sometimes a couple of blunts or pills can help, but he's really trying to give that up.
HISTORY:
"I was born in Green Rapids Tennessee on October 1st. Heh, okay, so I wasn't really born there. I was born in, uh, Milford? I don't really remember. It's not really important anyway. So, um, my parents were pretty high class. For Green Rapids at least. My Dad was the only auto mechanic in the entire town and my Momma stayed in our kitchen like every good woman should. Hahaha... that was a joke by the way. So, uhh, people liked them alright I guess. I had an older sister there, still do actually. She's okay. Kind of the old maid type if you know what I mean. In general, my family was a good one to grow up in. No major fights. I got whipped a couple of times, but just for discipline. Green Rapids itself sucked though. There ain't shit to do in Green Rapids except try to get out of Green Rapids. My parents had spent their childhood there, and their parents, and probably theirs too. Those that got out were celebrated even though we probably never heard from them again. I remember thinking how badly I wanted to be the next guy they all celebrated.
From the time I was a kid, I was curious. I liked watching my Dad work a lot. I liked imagining I was him too. Pretty screwed up, but that's what I did for fun back then. So, uh, one time when I was like 8, I took all of his tools out and started messing around with an engine he was working on. Just about electrocuted myself too. When he found me, God, he sure gave me hell. I deserved it though. After that he started teaching me about engines and stuff. I learned real fast, which was a surprise to everyone. You see, back at Green Rapids Elementary they had me in all the special classes. They thought I didn't get things real fast or I had ADHD or some other problem. The problem is that I can think in my head just fine, but when I try to talk about it like now, all my words get mixed up. I need to do things, I can't sit here and talk about it. I feel like I need to get all my ideas out at once, but there are just too many of them.
`Nough of my problems. Where was I? Oh yea, my Dad was happy that I would be able to take over the auto business when I grew up. But cars weren't enough for me. I started taking things apart all over the house and putting things back together. I would call my friends over and force them to help me with these little tasks. They thought it was boring. I thought it was a game. One day when I was about 12, my Momma and I were up around Devil's Creek to do Christmas Shopping. We didn't have any nice stores in Green Rapids so we would go up there every year and try to feel like we weren't dirt. But, uhh, that's not the point. That year we heard about some engineering contest they were holding near there. The winner got tuition to a Prep academy up north. Of course, it was just because St. Andrew's was full of crap and they needed more people to enroll, but I didn't know it at the time. I simply saw this as my opportunity to get out of Green Rapids.
Long story short, I won the contest after working my ass off on a model of a electronic fuel injection which is a substitute for the normal metering system which mixes the air and fuel in the correct ratio before feeding it down to the main cylinder to power vehicles. Not like a carburetor that has so many limitations. I think what really made me win that contest was just wanting to win it. And spending a hell of a lot more time praying in church. I'm not kidding. Well, sort of I am. Ha. That contest changed my life. I was enrolled in St .Andrew's Preparatory Academy for Boys when I was fourteen. I thought it was going to be great. It wasn't, not really. I didn't fit in at all. The other boys didn't like me. I don't know why exactly. I guess cause my clothing didn't match theirs. Then again, even when I made an effort to change that they still hated me. I fell in with two other boys that had won similar contests to mine and were not accepted into the usual St. Andrew's crowd.
There was Issac. He was a real cool guy. My roommate too. At first, I was really confused over why no one else liked him. He had come on an athletic scholarship, he was pretty damn smart, and he had the same sense of humor that everyone had. Except me sometimes. Then I found out he was a Jew. Not that I personally have much against them. Sure, I've heard bad things about them before, but Issac was the first one I ever met up close. Then again, we were in a Catholic boarding school. Maybe that's why they didn't like me either. I'm a Methodist. The other guy was Westley. I know why no one liked him. Westley, I swear to God, was the biggest flamer I have ever met. He was so much like a girl that I couldn't help but laugh whenever I spoke to him. I don't think he really liked me all that much. He freaked out on me a couple of times because I, in his opinion, harassed him over his sexuality, but we stayed friends out of necessity. Even with Issac and Westley, I felt kind of lonely at the Prep school. I hid it pretty well I think though.
I think my drug habit started my Sophomore year. Now, I got all these therapists on my back trying to get me to say that I started using Speed because I was all down over not being cool at St. Andrews, but that just ain't the truth. I still believe I started so I could study better. Now let me explain. The summer before my sophomore year, I met up with one of those people I was talking about before. The ones that got celebrated in my town, remember? So this girl had gotten into a college, and she was nice enough to return home to get a taste of her glory. I was kind of a celebrity at this time too, returning to Green Rapids after time at an out-of-state boarding school. She and I got bunched up together a lot as the hotshot scholars, and I'll admit that I had a crush the size of all of Tennessee on her. Maybe not a crush exactly. I was probably just hyped up from not seeing the fairer sex in over 9 months. So um, I think she could tell that I liked her and all. One day we were hanging out, talking about how it felt to get out of Green Rapids, and she brought out this little pill bottle. She told me about Speed and how it helped her through her schooling by helping her pull all-nighters. I didn't think I needed them all that much, but she was offering, and I'd be damned if I didn't accept something she gave me.
It wasn't until the school year started that I found that pill bottle packed way underneath all of my stuff. I took one just to try it out. I was amazed. I could stay up forever and never get tired. I aced my next three tests and they weren't even in math or science. I thought I had found a solution to everything. If I couldn't be the coolest boy from school, at least I would be the most successful. Marijuana was a different story. The therapists can say what they want about me using it just to belong. It's probably true. Like I said before, St. Andrew's was a shithole. There were no drug tests. There were barely any precautions at all. Some boys in my year started smoking pot down in the city near our school on weekends. I tagged along mostly `cause when we were all high the pecking order didn't apply. I never got hooked though. I was too preoccupied with using Speed. The negative things about that drug began to show itself. I couldn't sit still anymore. I was way too active. More so than usual. Sometimes I got panicky. I lashed out at everyone, Issac and Westley the most. It was against my nature, but I tried to pretend it was because I was stressed over schoolwork. I got through Sophomore year without being caught.
Junior year wasn't so lucky. Issac found the stash of pills that I hid in my room (I had replenished my supply over the summer). I begged him not to tell. At first he agreed, but after I had this one whacked out depressive stage, he turned me in. By this time, I was a bit glad. I didn't like what the drug was doing to me, but it was like a magic spell. I just couldn't bring myself to stop. St. Andrew's actually payed my way into Rosedale which was probably the only good thing that school did for me. Now I've been here for the last half of my Junior Year, and I'm just starting my Senior year here. Or 5th year... whatever weird system they have going on here. I hope to get out early and finish up my schooling. I have relapses once in a while, usually because of my recreational use of weed, but I think that if I finally put my mind to it, I'll be able to get out before the school year is over."
ALIAS: Tiff
AGE: 15
EXPERIENCE: 2 years
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