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YOUR NAME: Krisi
CHARACTER NAME: Kobra Kid
CANON: Danger Days - The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
MEDIUM: Concept Album/Audio/Music Video
BIRTHDAY/AGE: unknown
CANON POINT: SING music video, after Party Poison gets shot but before Kobra Kid goes down himself.
WHY THIS CHARACTER AND CANON POINT?: Witnessing his brother, the most important person in his life, getting shot right in front of his eyes is the worst moment in Kobra's life. Taking him from this very moment and placing him in completely different surroundings, a completely different world, is going to be extremely fun to play. Not only is he going to have to deal with all these changes, living in a place that is exactly like the city he desperately tried to escape, but also with the emotional turmoil he's in. Kobra Kid is not the most mentally stable person and seeing his brother's dead body on the floor is beyond nightmare material.
Why Kobra Kid? Well, I love playing him and I haven't gotten the chance to ever explore his personality in a community. His universe resolves around his brother and Kobra doesn't like people, except for his brother, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul and Grace. He acts indifferent towards anyone and anything not included in his little bubble. He's prone to bouts of depression and is a hothead. Rping him in these surroundings is going to give me a chance to explore a lot of facets of his personality that wouldn't show in other circumstances. He doesn't have his safe bubble anymore and will have to face dealing with civilization and living in Taxon.
PROGRAMMED POSSESSION: DELUXE, his raygun. Originally it was a white, standard issue BL/nd gun, but Party Poison painted it for his brother and Kobra has tweaked it over the years to fit his needs. He keeps it on his person at all times, because he doesn't feel safe without it.
ABILITIES/WEAKNESSES: As a human he doesn't have any special powers, but Kobra Kid excels at martial arts. He started to train once Dr. Death Defying found him and his brother out in the desert and it became obvious that they needed survival skills. He's an excellent fighter and while he isn't the technical genius of their group, he's a decent hacker and usually the one to get things from BL/nd vending machines or manipulate tech gear they find.
Kobra's biggest weakness is his short temper. He's angered easily and when in such a state, logic doesn't apply anymore. The person on the receiving end of his anger better runs as fast as their legs carry them. Living in the Zones under extreme conditions has also taken it's toll on Kobra's body. His lungs are not working as well as they should and at times it is hard for him to breathe and/or he'll experience painful coughing fits.
PSYCHOLOGY/PERSONALITY: Some people think that Kobra Kid might as well be a robot. His lack of facial expressions is by no means an indicator for a lack of feelings though. If anything, Kobra's got too many of those and they're overwhelming at times. He's prone to bouts of depression and extreme mood swings, causing him to go from being the life and centre of the party to hiding in a corner, threatening to shoot everyone who goes near him that isn't his brother.
Kobra is extremely possessive. Not about material things because out in the zones all he has are the clothes on his back and a few comic books, safely stored away in the diner. Rather, he's possessive of the people he considers "his", members of his pack, if you will. This possessiveness extends to his brother, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star and Grace. Kobra would and has killed for them and he'd do it again without batting an eyelash. Keeping his family safe is the most important thing in his life.
At times it seems as if Kobra really lives inside a bubble, because his world revolves around his family in the desert. He's selfish that way, meaning that he doesn't care about other people. He's willing to steal to make the lives of the people he loves better.
Kobra loves to read, but there's not a lot of reading material around in the Zones. Whatever he finds, he hoards and reads over and over again in sleepless nights. Music is almost as good as drugs for him and Kobra savors every song he can listen to on the radio when Dr. D broadcasts. Once upon a time he used to have an MP3 player, but such things are luxuries he doesn't have in his life anymore.
While Kobra shares Party's hatred for large cooperations, he isn't as idealistic as his brother. Yet he supports his brother's plans and visions and goes along with them, trying to make a change. For him it is less about changing the world and making it a better place, though. Rather he wants to make a better life for him and his family of Killjoys. One where they're not closer to death each day.
HISTORY: Not a lot is known about Kobra's past. To be honest, he can't remember what his life was like before he went out into the zones with his brother. It seems like everything "before" is just a very distant, surreal dream. Kobra was just entering high school when the world, and his childhood, ended in 2012. He doesn't remember a lot about how BL/nd came to dominate what was now known as Battery City, still an oblivious child. But then his prescriptions arrived, pills developed by BL/nd to make sure every citizen of Battery City would be mentally balanced. Kobra had never been the most stable, a strange and awkward kid, so his parents were grateful for the medication meant to balance their youngest.
The first week everything went fine, but then Kobra started to feel nauseous and threw up all the time. His head felt like it was packed in cotton, and he was jittery, like things were bubbling under the surface but the pills prevented him from feeling anything. He talked about it with Party and the two of them decided to stop taking the pills. Scared of being turned in they left in the middle of the night. To Kobra it all felt like a very heroic adventure.
The reality was different. There was nothing heroic or fairy tale adventure-like in living out in the Zones. It was difficult and the two of them barely survived. For the first time in his life Kobra experienced what being hungry meant. A man called Dr. Death Defying finding them was a saving grace. He taught the two brothers all about survival in the Zones and Kobra grew from a sickly child into a Killjoy who could stand his ground.
They met other killjoys, Jet Star and Fun Ghoul, and together the group of four made a Diner in the middle of nowhere their headquarters. From there they help Dr. Death Defying with missions and stand strong, a colorful rebellion against the white blandness of the BL/nd regime.
It is unknown where the Killjoys found Grace, but Kobra is very fond of the little girl. She's a smart kid and willing to learn and the two of them like to go on bike rides together, hacking vending machines and sometimes Kobra even lets her use his gun, teaching her how to shoot.
It came as a shock when Korse, the head of the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W department managed to snatch Grace during a clap with the Killjoys. Determined to get her back the four threw all caution to the wind, scared for her life, and entered Battery City. They managed to find Grace, but the price they paid was high. More Dracs than they expected trapped them in the building and even though they fought desperately, Kobra's world comes to a stop when he sees Korse shoot his brother.
ARRIVAL POST: Kobra screams and whirls around, gun raised and ready to shoot. He's faced with nothing but bare walls and deafening silence, the cutting sounds of ray guns only a faint memory in his ears. He stares, wide-eyed and breathing harshly, at the spot where moments ago his brother's lifeless body fell to the floor. He's not there. Neither is Korse and the satisfied smirk that Kobra wants to wipe off his face with his gun, smash his teeth in and turn his face into a bloody mess.
The air rushes from Kobra's lungs in a shaky exhale and his entire body starts to tremble. He stumbles as he turns, eyes frantically scanning the room. Nothing. There is no one here. His arm falls to his side, grip around the gun still tight. "Party?" Kobra swallows against the dryness in his throat. "Party?!"
Still nothing. Kobra fells like his feet are about to give out under him. He just stands there, breathing through the dizziness that has taken hold of him. When he glances down he spots a bracelet around his wrist and instantly his body goes into another frenzy. Fuck. BL/nd has gotten him, locked him away, chipped him. Kobra's ray gun clutters to the floor as he pulls on the bracelet, forcefully trying to take it off. It doesn't budge. His breathing comes in sharp bursts as he panics.
"Fuck!" Kobra runs a hand through his hair. "Think. Think," he mutters. There is an absence of BL/nd logos, the thing they brandished onto absolutely everything. Maybe…maybe this isn't them? Kobra forces his body into moving and picks his gun up again before looks around. The room is circular, no evidence of a way out. He moves to the wall, placing his hand against it and trying to find cracks, some kind of secret hatch that'll let him out.
Kobra's forehead falls against the wall with a dull thud when he finds nothing, and he closed his eyes, his heart still racing. What is he supposed to do? Where is he? And where is his brother? Swallowing against the bile rising in his throat Kobra pries his eyes open again and takes a step back.
Anger is boiling hot under Kobra's skin and he throws himself against the wall with all his might. "Hello? The fuck, let me out of here!!!" He yells, panting. For a few seconds he keeps perfectly still and listens, but no sounds comes from the other side. Eventually Kobra forces himself to turn around and look at the room more closely for clues. There's a strange device on the ceiling that looks a little like a transporter and a pedestal, holding an electronic device. Furrowing his brows Kobra steps closer to examine it, gun still raised. He's a fucking pro at hacking, maybe this thing'll get him out of here.
ADDITIONAL SAMPLE:
Kobra had never quite kept a regular sleeping schedule by anyone's standards. Sometimes he'd sleep perfectly normal, other times he didn't sleep for days. Then he stayed up all night and slept all day. It was an erratic shift and right now he was in one of the phases where he got little to no sleep. It was the reason why he was up so early in the morning already, looking out of the window and thinking wistfully about coffee. They'd run out and God only knew when they'd come across some again.
Knuckling tiredly at his eyes Kobra sighed and pushed away from the counter he'd leaned against and went to get a bottle of water. A sound to his right caught his attention though and he turned, narrowing his eyes. His features relaxed when he spotted the small person in the doorway spotting an epic bedhead.
"Watcha doing up so early, motorbaby?" Kobra asked, opening the bottle of water and handing it to the girl instead, who took a few sleepy sips.
"It's too hot to sleep," she answered and scrunched up her nose before handing the bottle of water back and going to hop up on the kitchen counter. Kobra watched her struggle while drinking some water himself, knowing that she wouldn't want any help from him. She's a determined little thing and likes doing things on her own. Eventually she's where she wants to be, swinging her legs.
"Why are you up?"
"It's too hot to sleep," Kobra replied, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he parroted her earlier statement, causing Grace to huff.
"Ghoul is sleeping on the floor again," she says, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "I think it's cause he wants to be close to Party."
Kobra snorted and busied himself with putting the bottle of water away again. Their supply is limited. "Maybe. Wanna go for a ride?" The two of them sometimes took the bike out and it seemed like one of those mornings where it seems like a good plan. Before Grace got a chance to reply there was the sound of footsteps again and Kobra turned, arching his eyebrows at Party entering the kitchen area.
"Why are you up?"
Grace, on the other hand, giggles at his sleepy appearance. "Did Ghoul snore again and wake you up?"