Kierce Kimball
Name: Kierce Kimball
School: Ilvermorny
Year: First Year
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: Kierce had brown wavy hair, which he never really bothered to tend to, and grew longer than the average length. He is tall for his age and has an athletic build. He also has a couple of freckles by the bridge of his nose, that are just barely visible. Kierce has eyes with a dark brown hue, which often have a mischievous glint hiding somewhere in there. His skin tone is fair, though when it gets hot outside, he tans a little.
Personality: Kierce wasn't necessarily loud, but you could always tell when he was in the room. He likes being around other people, and hates being alone, even if it's for just a little while. He doesn't bother talking unless he knows the person, which sometimes gave off the impression that he was shy, but from the minute he starts talking, you can tell he is pretty extroverted. He doesn't show his true emotions often (except to a few select people) so most people never really get a feel of his true personality.
History: The Kimballs were a well-known pure-blooded family in the Wizarding Community. Kierce had three siblings, the oldest (and, in Kierce’s opinion, the most annoying) child was Hunter. He looked similar to Kierce, except he wore black, round glasses. But, the similarities ended there. Hunter was introverted, he preferred being alone and silent (which he never got thanks to the house being full). When he did talk it was always to reprimand Kierce from doing fun stuff. The two got into fights often. The second oldest was London. She mostly kept to herself, though she was usually the peacemaker whenever a fight between Hunter and Kierce broke out. She looked, unlike the rest of them, her hair curly and leaning towards more of a red hue. Then, there was Brody. He was Kierce’s favorite sibling. Brody had blond hair and blue eyes and was one year older than Kierce. The two were nearly always together and enjoyed the other's company. Their parents were fairly strict, always pushing them to be the best at everything. The atmosphere inside Kierce’s house was rough and often chaotic, so he spent lots of his time outside. One day, it was the middle of June, and Kierce went out on a walk after getting into a fight with Hunter. He strayed past his normal route, going to a place unfamiliar to him. Kierce kicked a rock with the head of his shoe as he walked. He kicked the rock too hard and it skittered across the road onto the sidewalk at the other end of the road. He went to go chase his rock but didn't look where he was going and tripped, falling into a puddle a murky brown shade. But when he got up, he was completely dry.
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats: STA | 6 | EVA | 6 | STR | 4 | WIS | 7 | ARC | 6 | ACC | 6 |
Abilities:
Frequently, whenever he had gotten into such fights, it would end up in him narrowly escaping away from the scene. Kierce fell on the lightweight side, though his legs were long. He used both of those things to his advantage and found he could run slightly faster than others could. Practice makes perfection, his parents had always chimed. The more trouble Kierce got into, the more he had to run. The more practice he had gotten from running, the faster he got. And the thing was, Kierce often got into trouble.
In the house, well, he had siblings. They were bound to argue, and occasionally one of them would stir up a fight. It was smaller things at home, maybe just a jerk, push or shove. Over time, Kierce was able to effectively dodge strikes, swivel, pivot, he was able to evade his way out of many situations. Of course, Evasion wasn't the best method for chasing away problems, but for Kierce, it had grown to become the easiest. All it took was the right movement, a feint to the left, then dashing to the right. It came to him swiftly and easily, and when he evaded, he felt a rush of adrenaline surge through him. Evasion wasn't only the most easy method, it was the most fun one too.
Out of the home, however, he may seem reserved when first met, Kierce had managed to make himself known-- If that was a good or bad thing, he was still trying to figure that part out. He had interacted with nearly everyone in town, he could barely keep track anymore. Kierce was ten when a group of older-looking boys cornered him during one of his walks. He vaguely remembered them from earlier-- oh, yes, he had made fun of their leather jackets or something like that. Now taking a closer look at them-- well, they appeared more menacing than he remembered. The type of people that you wouldn't want to cross. From the looks of it, he had already crossed them.
He knew that if it broke out into a full-fledged fight it wouldn't go so well for him, and before he knew it, he swiveled around, pushing one of the boys off to the side, and sprinting. He ran for a long while, occasionally glamcing back to see if they were still behind him. Though it didn't take long to outrun them, he kept on running, all the way back to his home where he sprinted to his room, collapsing on his bed, an expression-- not one of fear, or exhaustion, but one of adrenaline, and pure excitement.
School: Ilvermorny
Year: First Year
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: Kierce had brown wavy hair, which he never really bothered to tend to, and grew longer than the average length. He is tall for his age and has an athletic build. He also has a couple of freckles by the bridge of his nose, that are just barely visible. Kierce has eyes with a dark brown hue, which often have a mischievous glint hiding somewhere in there. His skin tone is fair, though when it gets hot outside, he tans a little.
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Personality: Kierce wasn't necessarily loud, but you could always tell when he was in the room. He likes being around other people, and hates being alone, even if it's for just a little while. He doesn't bother talking unless he knows the person, which sometimes gave off the impression that he was shy, but from the minute he starts talking, you can tell he is pretty extroverted. He doesn't show his true emotions often (except to a few select people) so most people never really get a feel of his true personality.
History: The Kimballs were a well-known pure-blooded family in the Wizarding Community. Kierce had three siblings, the oldest (and, in Kierce’s opinion, the most annoying) child was Hunter. He looked similar to Kierce, except he wore black, round glasses. But, the similarities ended there. Hunter was introverted, he preferred being alone and silent (which he never got thanks to the house being full). When he did talk it was always to reprimand Kierce from doing fun stuff. The two got into fights often. The second oldest was London. She mostly kept to herself, though she was usually the peacemaker whenever a fight between Hunter and Kierce broke out. She looked, unlike the rest of them, her hair curly and leaning towards more of a red hue. Then, there was Brody. He was Kierce’s favorite sibling. Brody had blond hair and blue eyes and was one year older than Kierce. The two were nearly always together and enjoyed the other's company. Their parents were fairly strict, always pushing them to be the best at everything. The atmosphere inside Kierce’s house was rough and often chaotic, so he spent lots of his time outside. One day, it was the middle of June, and Kierce went out on a walk after getting into a fight with Hunter. He strayed past his normal route, going to a place unfamiliar to him. Kierce kicked a rock with the head of his shoe as he walked. He kicked the rock too hard and it skittered across the road onto the sidewalk at the other end of the road. He went to go chase his rock but didn't look where he was going and tripped, falling into a puddle a murky brown shade. But when he got up, he was completely dry.
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats: STA | 6 | EVA | 6 | STR | 4 | WIS | 7 | ARC | 6 | ACC | 6 |
Abilities:
A mischievous kid, that’s what everyone would call him. He wound up in fights often, the kind where every participant got their fair share of bruises, but every kid would grin proudly when the subject was brought up. Kierce never thought of himself as 'troublesome', he was just a victim of circumstance, as he always called it. Though usually, the fight would commence because the offender was provoked by Kierce. Kierce would always respond to that testimony by merely shrugging, and stating that he had just made a comment, and they would get riled up about it. The boy sometimes had an exasperating effect on others.Evasive Maneuvers
Frequently, whenever he had gotten into such fights, it would end up in him narrowly escaping away from the scene. Kierce fell on the lightweight side, though his legs were long. He used both of those things to his advantage and found he could run slightly faster than others could. Practice makes perfection, his parents had always chimed. The more trouble Kierce got into, the more he had to run. The more practice he had gotten from running, the faster he got. And the thing was, Kierce often got into trouble.
In the house, well, he had siblings. They were bound to argue, and occasionally one of them would stir up a fight. It was smaller things at home, maybe just a jerk, push or shove. Over time, Kierce was able to effectively dodge strikes, swivel, pivot, he was able to evade his way out of many situations. Of course, Evasion wasn't the best method for chasing away problems, but for Kierce, it had grown to become the easiest. All it took was the right movement, a feint to the left, then dashing to the right. It came to him swiftly and easily, and when he evaded, he felt a rush of adrenaline surge through him. Evasion wasn't only the most easy method, it was the most fun one too.
Out of the home, however, he may seem reserved when first met, Kierce had managed to make himself known-- If that was a good or bad thing, he was still trying to figure that part out. He had interacted with nearly everyone in town, he could barely keep track anymore. Kierce was ten when a group of older-looking boys cornered him during one of his walks. He vaguely remembered them from earlier-- oh, yes, he had made fun of their leather jackets or something like that. Now taking a closer look at them-- well, they appeared more menacing than he remembered. The type of people that you wouldn't want to cross. From the looks of it, he had already crossed them.
He knew that if it broke out into a full-fledged fight it wouldn't go so well for him, and before he knew it, he swiveled around, pushing one of the boys off to the side, and sprinting. He ran for a long while, occasionally glamcing back to see if they were still behind him. Though it didn't take long to outrun them, he kept on running, all the way back to his home where he sprinted to his room, collapsing on his bed, an expression-- not one of fear, or exhaustion, but one of adrenaline, and pure excitement.