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[Name:] Kenina Isabella Clement-Davies
[Handle:] Kay // Bella ; "Huojin"
[Age:] 18
[Birthday:] January 22nd
[Gender:] Female
[Sexual Orientation:] Heterosexual
[Height:] Five and Five // 5'5"
[Weight:] One and One and Zero // 110lbs
[Appearance:]]].-. Fu. _. silla. _. de.-. [[
When a female reaches a certain age, their bodies start to even out. Baby fat spreads out and shifts so that an adult-esque figure might emerge by the time they are legally ready for the real world. It just so happens that Kenina has recently gone through such a physical metamorphosis. From the time she was twelve, Kenina had wished for a thinner, more appealing body rather than the bland, stocky, clumsy cylinder she'd been stuck in throughout her childhood. At fifteen, she had nothing that resembled a womanly figure, from her premature breasts to her curve-less physique. By the time a year had rolled around, everything about her had pretty much changed; at the same time, her parents got divorced and her father married a younger, prettier woman he had been having an affair with. Slowly, like a chubby caterpillar emerging from its safe-haven cocoon, Kenina grew and flourished.
With four extra inches over the span of thirteen months, Kenina's body changed entirely. Her lack of a full bosom is seen as either a curse or a gift, given the viewer's perspective, but Kenina had survived the first tedious step towards becoming a woman. Built much like a fine-boned filly ready for the big leagues, Kay's structure consists mostly of legs and arms and a flat, sinuous torso. Some similarities between her and her cousin Tullio would be that they both have narrow hips and little excess fat on their bodies. Also, they share those bizarre, exotic eyes that speak of blue and green in equal measures; Kenina's, though, are intensely blue around the outside of her irises and a vivid, lighter green towards the central pupil. However, that's where the similarities end. Kenina's the sort of female that gives men the impression of delicacy; like a blossom just exposing its sweet, succulent petals. From her small, size six feet to her nimble, capable fingers to her slender arms and legs, she might as well be a porcelain puppet.
Although, Kenina hardly ever gives men a chance to see her delicate body. Her wardrobe consists of clothes more suitable for a young man rather than a young woman. Generally, she wears baggy, dark colored pants of varying materials, mostly something loose and flexible; skirts are few and far between, seeing as she would need an 'occasion' of some sort to prompt her to wear one. Dresses? Well, no, not usually. Too much of a hassle, if you ask Kenina. Her tops are where she goes a tad wild: if it's not a plain white tank, then it's a ribbon-swathed piece of net with a tube underneath and a vest with long, shredded sleeves; then there's her collection of black jackets, crops, leathers and rust-smeared shirts. Her shoes are worn, durable and dirty half the time; she considers high-heels to be walking death traps, although she won't deny the usefulness of a metal-heeled sandal in a fight. Kenina openly wears accessories when the time is right and they won't become hazardous as the day goes on or as she's working.
Originally, her hair was a slick mane of red, toned like a well-fed fire on a winter hearth, crackling on the wind in an array of crimson, wine and blood ruby hues. Its length had been an admirable one, spanning down to her hips in one soft sheet of tiny curves and billowing bangs. Nowadays, though, her locks have taken on a different look. Straying from the classy path of a well-groomed female, Kenina promptly chopped off a great deal of her hair when her parents split up, and then proceeded to dye it black as a raven's wing. Ironically - being a natural redhead - Kenina's favorite color was always pink [one of her few acceptable girly traits], and therefore Kenina took up the chance to display her favoritism for the world to see: the front part of her bangs are a bright, flamboyant shade of pink.
[Personality:] Women are unpredictable creatures, and in a universe of chaotic fluctuations there are women that were born destined to be outcasts. Or, as Kenina sees herself, a turning point in the evolution of womankind's status among society. Ever since her childhood years, Bella had always been the sort of girl to be spoken about behind closed doors in hushed - and for the most part - concerned whispers. She just didn't fit in, and not in the normal sense either: she was a popular child among the other children, but her personality was questionable and foreign from what her teachers had experienced. She thrived outside the norm and took to making her own way through life even as a primary student. Bella's not a bright, happy, charismatic sort of girl; rather, she has her own sort of personality, which doesn't quite fasten herself into any single niche or label among the general population of the solar system. She's... dynamic. Ballsy even. One commonly seen trait about her would be that she's vehement about her work, her goals and her beliefs. There's no two-ways about nothing once she's made up her mind, and few individuals care enough to risk their necks to try stopping her once she sets her mind on something. Something about her penetrating stare screams out warnings to strangers about staying away; however, she occasionally displays a more compassionate side to herself when dealing with those she's come to trust. Seeing as she trusts seldom few, that rare glimpse of feminine softness is few and far between.
Given what's already been stated, nothing irks Kenina more than to be treated like a fragile china doll without a single thought in her head. She's incredibly intelligent and will feel personally insulted if she is treated like a child, or considered to be 'dead weight' during hectic events. Bella's got a dry bit of sarcasm to match her snappy, sniping comebacks; her sense of humor is slow to stir and it's hardly let out to air more than necessary. Seeing as she's a teenager who considers herself adult enough to handle most anything, she's grown into quite the foxy, daring individual, who's grumbling work ethic near frightens those that don't know her. She's dedicated, or perhaps the better word would be that she's single-minded when it comes to getting things done and done right. Bull-headed, fearless, blunt and hot-tempered, Bella's never been afraid to strike a man or step down from a dare. Which, considering her cousin's horrible daredevil-ish influence, isn't such a healthy trait to have at times. She finds it difficult to step down and take orders, especially when she thinks she's in the right. With a mind of steel and a ramrod spine, it would take a person with quite a bit of authority to set her in her place.
Mind, though, that humans are not naturally all fire and brimstone; Bella's genuinely a good person when her wary guard is down. Inquisitive from birth, she has a fascination for the workings of things and the way a person thinks. She'll badger any random soul with an endless storm of questions if she's allowed, and then turn around and mutter an apology. She gets sullen when she thinks she's talked too much, and is constantly irritated by the fact her red-head nature makes her a compulsive blusher. Wily as she is and uncaring for a task's daunting appearance, Bella seems to be more like her older cousin then one would think, although she'd be the last one to admit it. Frequently, though, she can be spotted staring off into the distance, her face open and candid with what seems to be turmoil. Confusion. Her sullen, outgoing attitude sometimes crumbles when she recognizes the fact that she's just a girl and there is little that she can do to control her destiny.
[Brief History:] Kenina was never more certain in her life that she had done the right thing for both her and her brother when they arrived on one of Jupiter's moon. The two of them had been avidly searching for their cousin, the black sheep of the family name; their only clue as how to find him had been his underground reputation as the Crazy Jackal. Multiple sources had all pointed in the direction of some of the galaxy's most dangerous areas, including the ice caves of Pluto and the volcanic canyons of Mercury. For the last six months, Kenina had spent a large amount of money to get to some of these places, leaving behind Reggie when it was too risky, to search for C.J. It had been two weeks ago that they had struck gold at a little sunken armpit of a bar: some random ruffian was an acquaintance of C.J.'s, and it had been him who had directed them towards Jupiter's moons. Apparently, the Crazy Jackal had an affinity for the immense mountainsides and cliffs on one of moons there: he'd gone off on a 'vacation' just two days before they'd followed his trail to that same bar.
However, as Kenina stared upwards, standing besides a neat little hovercraft she itched to try out, she suddenly realized that she had probably made one of the biggest mistakes of her life. Reggie was the only one left to gawk as a slim, aerodynamic form zipped towards the ground in their direction, free-falling, with seemingly no parachute or safety equipment. Certain they were about to witness the death of their cousin, Bella had pulled Reggie out of harms way just as something phenomenal happened: C.J.'s body sprouted... cloth wings? His body swooped over them on what seemed to be nothing more than scraps of cloth, but as he lifted to loop over them again, Kenina spotted the tell-tale signs of solar sail material sewn onto the back of the eerie, batlike suit he was wearing. She couldn't say whether C.J. was either a nut or a genius at the time. When he finally came down to greet the two strangers besides his hovercraft, Kenina readied herself to spill their tale in order to convince their oddball cousin to let them stay with him...
...She was born on January 22nd on the maiden voyage of the great cruise-liner space craft: Keninistra the 3rd. Her mother had always been the cliché sort of woman, and it was because of her frivolous gaiety that Kenina was named after a space craft. Of course, it had been the most luxurious of cruise-line crafts at the time, but it still annoyed her to find out her mother hadn't thought of a name for her until the day she was born. Anyways, the point was that Kenina Isabella Clement-Davies came into the world on January 22nd, unaware of her mother's wealthy reputation and extravagant social background. For the first four years of her life, Kenina toddled about in the care of different nannies; her mother was often away at a gala or charity event. However, when her mother was around Kenina was spoiled: not that the little girl was overjoyed by such obvious doting. Even as a youngster, Kenina was aware of the fact that her mother often gave her things rather than pay any special attention to her [beyond making sure she had the cutest of outfits to wear.] Her father, on the other hand, was nearly always at home during the day, and gone during the night. He was the one who read to her when she was fussy, chuckled at her when she got frustrated with her toys and patiently watched as she muddied herself in the garden outside their grand home.
At the age of four, everything changed.
She developed an illness, a disease involving toxins being released in her nervous system, which eventually killed the nerves along her spine. By the time her parents realized something was severely wrong with Kenina, partial spinal paralysis had already occurred. Only through an expensive surgery would she ever be able to walk or move her back again: since her family was wealthy, Kenina was given the surgery. Kenina had diamond-shaped, metal implants placed in every second spinal bone, which acted as stimulants for her nerves and allowed her to move freely - if anything, more so than ever - again. They discharge the same electric current as her normal circulatory system was supposed to, sending signals to her brain so that the muscles around her spine would move. The technology for such implants had advanced to the stage that the metallic chips in her back would grow with Kenina, making the implants into a permanent part of her body. These pulses the chips give out every couple of milliseconds allow her to bend and flex her spine to a degree far greater than she had been able to as a normal little girl: Kenina had been transformed into a regular Gumby. The only side-affect would be the fact that Kenina had to be careful around excess amounts of water: although the implants are resistant and nearly impervious, there was always the chance of the implants rotting her spinal cord due to an infection of rust. Because of this risk, Kenina's overprotective father and quick-to-scare mother decided that Kenina would never go swimming; thus, Kenina cannot swim worth beans.
As Kenina grew up, and having been forbidden from going outside when it was raining, she developed some... strange... talents. She spent a great deal of time using Alpha Catch equipment to watch movies, Saturday morning cartoons and dramas. Somehow, along the way, she learned how a very special art: mimicry. This all started when she desperately wanted to go to the premier of her favorite cartoon shows first movie; her parents were busy, and hardly had time to watch a cartoon-based film with their children. So, Kenina became a regular pain in the arse: she began imitating Squea - the character - around the house, and eventually spoke to her parents in a very high-pitched, chattering voice at all hours. To save their minds and prevent more headaches, her parents gave in. Reggie, five at the time, was overjoyed and amused by this strange development in his sister. He prompted her to try out new voices, boys and girls and the in betweens, whenever he had a chance. Eager to impress her gullible sibling, Kenina continued to practice. One day, at the age of ten, she accomplished something rather remarkable: she spoke in a voice just like her father's. Obviously, nobody would expect a ten year old girl with bright red hair to speak with a tenor voice belonging to an older gentleman. It was with this discovery that Kenina's personality and mind-set started to subtly change.
One day, just as school ended for Kenina and Reggie [ages fourteen and twelve], chaos broke out. They came home to find their parents in a heated argument with several pieces of china scattered about the immense living room. Their father left that day, and the last they heard of him was that he had married a younger, prettier woman than their own mother. Joyce Clement-Davies was heartbroken, and in retailiation to her husband's betrayal, she ignored her children and yelled at them when they spoke to her. Finally, she sent them off to two separate summer camps: Kenina was to go to an art school, while Reggie was to go off to an all-boys camp that involved hoverbike racing, karate and mountain climbing. Obviously, Kenina was appalled by this, and Reggie - the poor, quiet, gentle child that he was - was horrified. It was a week before they were due to leave that Kenina came up with a plan: she would switch places with her brother. She would go to the boys camp and he would go to the art camp. The night before they left, Kenina chopped off her beautiful hair until it nearly matched Reggie's hairstyle; the only difference was that her's was slightly longer in the front, to hide some of her face. A few days before, she had snuck out of the house to buy proper clothing, equipment and, of course, a very special vest. This vest would be the key to most of her exploits and daring activities over the year: it was designed to feel like a normal person's chest when touched with clothes over it, yet it was tight around her chest, which would even out her body to look like a boy's even more so than usual.
Before they left the next day, Kenina made a promise to Reginald: they would run away together and find a home where they could live happily once again.
-switched places with younger brother when being sent to an art camp; went in his place to another camp for all boys. The summer progressed slowly, but there were a few good things about the switch: Kenina discovered a love for racing, not the mention she learned a couple of skills necessary in the dark underworld of crooks, criminals and murderers. When camp was over, Bella bought a ticket that would take her to where Reggie had gone: once they had been reunited, Bella's promise came into action. They ran off, Kenina was her mother's bank codes and Reggie with a boxful of supplies that would help them through the first month. They based themselves on Mercury, where work was easier to find and they wouldn't stand out so much. Over the next three years, Kenina worked at a mechanics shop and developed a reputation in the underground. She masqueraded as a boy during the night, entered street races and eventually she won them. All of them. She became known as Huojin, a Chinese name which means 'fire metal.' That name stuck after she pulled out one of her latest weapons at a fight just a year ago: a steel, hollow sword with rivets embedded along the blade's surface. The hollow interior of the blade was filled with ignitable fluids that would burn so long as the blade was kept in motion: each tiny rivet would allow a small stream of this liquid to slowly leak out when held horizontally.
[Hobbies:] Metal-working, racing, working on space crafts and hover-crafts, flying, getting herself into and out of trouble, mimicking people, masquerading as a boy, working up a sweat, staying up all night, rocking out to good music, dancing around like an idiot, keeping to herself, going too fast, reading bad romance novels and comics, watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, throwing things when she's angry, yelling too much and admitting wrong too little, running, pounding on things when frustrated, altering the interior mechanisms of space vehicles to make them run faster, being a pain in the a**, getting her way, dressing and acting like a boy, snarling a people, being sarcastic and blushing ten times a day.
[Talents:] Mimicry, racing, mechanic stuff, general karate, impersonating people, altering her looks to be taken for as a boy, shooting without really aiming, bending herself in odd positions like a contortionist, eating an entire bag of Chex Mix without sharing, blushing on command.
[Occupation:] Criminal: usually Tullio's decoy or that 'in between' man. She partakes in underground, illegal races for the thrills, the money, and the reputation. She's not a thief, but she is damn good mechanic with a hand in smithing.
[Other:] For some reason, Kenina enjoys making Tullio whine and complain when she dresses like an average day punk during the day. She's addicted to Chex Mix, dark chocolate, sweet stuff, gummy worms [she hates sour candy], oranges, sorbet and good alcohol [whiskey, vodka, rum...?]. She tends to stare out the window when it's raining, for no apparent reason, other than the wistful look on the face. She's a compulsive blusher and has no skill when it comes to dealing with males on a 'girl to boy' level.
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[Name:] Tullio Cornelius Jammerstein-Clement
[Handle:] C.J. / Tullio ; "Crazy Jackal"
[Age:] 26
[Birthday:] July 16th
[Gender:] Male
[Sexual Orientation:] Bisexual
[Height:] Six and Zero // 6'0"
[Weight:] One and Four Zero // 140lbs
[Appearance:]
Tullio Cornelius Jammerstein-Clement the Third, is probably one of the few men left in the solar system to be happy that he takes after [ready for this] his mother. Despite the fact he stands at exactly six feet, Tullio is not a man of solid build so much as one of lanky proportions. His hips are narrow and his feet are big; his shoulders are well-proportioned to match his shape, but women aren't crawling all over him because he's a modern-times Superman. Nay, if there was any super hero Tullio could be compared to it would have to be the Green Arrow [like from Justice League or Smallville even.] Muscled arms, but not the bulging sort; strong chest, but nothing worth of extravagant worship. To say the least, C.J.'s a fit male specimen, possessing a long-legged walk and a narrow frame. The only real body-decoration Tullio has would be a tattoo that hides on the back of his neck beneath his hair: the head of a jackal with bright yellow eyes and a gold collar.
His strength lies in the fact that he's agile, creative and his stamina is barely able to be comprehended; ironically, this is all thanks to daddy dearest and the grueling summers he spent at his father's mines and construction areas. C.J.'s hair is always kept at a length longer than what would be easier managed, but he's yet to complain about it getting in his way. It's natural color is a shade of mahogany - somewhere between coffee brown and russet red. Lately it's taken on a lighter hue, straying towards blonde, sunny tones that highlight his crisp, golden skin color. His tresses are constantly doing one of three things: flying about wild and loose, laying irritably back in a slicked style of some sorts, or wagging erratically from behind his neck in a loose ponytail. His eyes are neither true blue nor steamy green. They're a rich blend, and they tend to make people think of tropical jungles with its hot plant life and cool waters. His facial features are strong and bold, leaning towards a raw-boned look that sits comfortably with the square shape of his jaw and the accentuated fullness and shape of his lips. His brows are also strong and perfectly the right type for making funny faces with. They also help to suggest that something lies beneath the mischievous twinkle of his eyes; something more passionate and enticing. His face is attractive, as are his long-fingered hands and quick-fire grin; yes, Tullio was lucky and happy to take after his mother.
[Personality:] Most don't know what to make of C.J. It's not so much that he's uncontrollably wild or utterly stoic towards strangers, but there is something about him that drive many people mad with frustration. C.J.'s always had a fascination with activities and roles that give him a personal-high: an adrenaline rush. While the average person would be speaking figuratively about jumping off a bridge if their friends did, C.J.'s one of those guys that would actually do it. He's not insane or anything, nor is he prone to suicidal tendencies, but he is a catapedamaniac. Basically, he's obsessed with jumping - and more specifically - he's obsessed with jumping off of high places. Buildings, planes, cliffs, ships, bridges: he's done at least three of each, and more, considering the fact he lives for thrills. Some would call him a daredevil, but he's not so much about extreme sports as he is accomplishing his goal when partaking in activities that have a low survival rate: the adrenaline rush. In suffering [or not really so much suffering as abusing the mania itself] from catapedamania, Tullio has found multiple niches in his world thanks to his happy-go-lucky compulsiveness and eccentric desire to take on jobs on the low end of the safe-and-easy scale.
However, just because he jumps off buildings on a regular basis, C.J. does have a sense of self-preservation... if one could ever believe that he does, considering. That tiny grain of continuance he feels for himself feeds his naturally ambitious nature - the one trait he'll admit to having inherited from his father. C.J. feels that he must accomplish all he can in life, everything he can, or else he thinks that he's done nothing in and with his life. "Existing is one thing, but to exist is another," is one of his mottoes [of many] that he likes to live by. It would be true to say that Tullio is all about having a legacy, or the making of one, hence the reason behind why he's worked to obtain knowledge in so many professional areas when it comes to his 'work.' Even as a child, Tullio had always been overly and acutely interested in all sorts of things - and with his father having been such a tyrant when it came to his studies, he quickly developed the sly cunningness required for a man of his position. He's a fast learner and inventive: a combination undoubtedly one to cause trouble for the people C.J. was hired to swindle, bamboozle or expose. Mischievous doesn't quite sum up C.J.'s indulgent attitude towards trouble and danger and stressed-out partners; his mind's absorbent and his spirit's too good-humored to give a damn about all the small things in life. Rather than waste time arguing, C.J. is the sort of fellow to do his own thing when the occasion calls for it, and then going along with someone else's idea if he thinks there's a better possibility to succeed by using their's instead of his own plans. Careful, though, because every person has their limits: Tullio's just happens to be one set way up high. Luckily, this means that his temper is one of those slow-stirring giants that would rather boil than explode.
A man's a man, no matter how laid back or smart. He's instinctively prone to a few... certain... personality attributes, although what differentiates him between the common ape is his capability to control himself. True, C.J. enjoys the sight of a healthy, shapely woman like every other guy in the local pub. There's no denying that he's had a happy dose of experience dabbling in the more primitive areas of relationships. More so, he's also had a fine time with other men. He's not picky, not choosy, but he'll admire a woman for being her own person and wonder at those that paint their faces for attention. He likes to joke with, flirt with and take advantage of another's company when he can; mind, he's a bit of a mad scientist, so he has isolation tendencies when he gets excited over a project. On the other hand, he's good company to have around, always one with an open ear and a shoulder to lean on; his compassion for people is great, perhaps even greater than his sense of self-worth. He could be a true romantic if he ever put his mind to keep a relationship going, or at least one that would last longer than two months. Being that he's a talented identity pirate, his tongue is constantly at a fast-paced, smooth-talking glib that tends to make employers heads spin; don't worry about being confused when C.J. starts to ramble and mutter to himself... He'll eventually pull himself out of his 'man to ego to mind' conversation and apologize for being such a self-absorbed jackass freak. Ambition comes with bizarre habits, right? Or maybe he really is mad... which is why so many people don't know just what to think of C.J. All that needs to be said is that he can be the best friend available in a tight spot, or the worst enemy when the tides are turning.
[Brief History:] Tullio came to be on the warm, civilized planet of Mars, where the sun shone more often than the stars twinkled. On the fiercely metropolitan planet, little Tullio existed simply because two people weren't being considerate of the possibilities there were when being with one another. He was an unexpected surprise; a happy gift on his mother's side, an irritating possibility on his father's. His parents eventually married, albeit for different reasons yet again. Tullio's mother, Sophi Natalina Clement, believed herself to be in love with his father at the sweet age of twenty-three, and remained blissfully unaware of her husband's true nature for nine years too long. Marcus Cornelius Jammerstein married Sophi as most businessmen married: for power, position and social appearances. Tullio never quite understood just why his mother felt so deeply for such a blunt, hard-handed, sophisticated elitist, but he could easily see why his father married his mother. Sophi was... one of the most beautiful women alive at the time. Her face and name were scattered around the solar system and the Web, known for both her looks and her family's prestigious enterprise. The Clement's had been the stockholders and owner of one of the solar system's few luxury cruise lines, featuring several immense space vessels of both elegant nature and unimaginably posh suites.
On the other hand, Marcus's father and great-grandfather had been men of the mining industry. With power in the trading and business world, Tullio's father was a figure of authority and respect. When Marcus's father passed the reigns over to his son, Marcus ran his family's industry with an iron hand and steel words. His control over his company and the very coldness of the asteroids his business mined were tethered together to reflect the hardness of his person. He was intelligent and driven: the meeting of these two individuals was bound to happen sooner or later. With their marriage came a merger of companies and stocks, not that any of those details mattered to young Tullio at the time. He grew up on Mars in his mother's home, surrounded by hired helpers and tutors during his younger years. He took trips with his parents a few times on one of the Clement's vessels, but not once did he ever go to his visit his father's workplace. His father didn't consider his son's presence necessary when he went off to deal with business matters once or twice a week, and often ignored his son's curiosity and interest. Marcus neglected his son to say the least, giving nothing to him other than fancy toys and hard words, leaving the young boy to wonder and flounder in a lack of paternal support. Luckily, Tullio always had his mother, and he was always with her. Sophi was a sweet, delicate and bright creature, much like the flowers she so adored. Star jasmines. For the first eight years of Tullio's life, he could always remember his mother's radiant smiles and melodic laughter, her warm eyes and nurturing hands. She was his best friend and mentor, his happiness and his role-model.
Inexplicably, Sophi left one day. Tullio can vividly remember that night and the events that led up to it; however, the memory is often still painful for him, so he doesn't mention it frequently. Anyways, in the end Tullio ended up alone in his mother's home on Mars for a few months, with only a few bland-faced servants to look after him. His grief and bewilderment built after his mother left, and he soon took to causing turmoil in the Clement household. Sophi's parents sometimes came to dote on their grandchild, but from the time Tullio turned nine he no longer cared to be the obedient, civil child he had once been. He took to surfing the SSW for hours on end, reading up on pirates and exploring the history of criminal activities. He grew interested in the way criminals worked, not necessary their darker mindset, and took to trying out ideas he thought up. He worked on his skills, such as lying and deception, and there came a time that he could talk his way out of almost any situation. He grew devious and daring, and it was on his tenth birthday that his father finally noticed his son. Of course, this happened when Tullio used one of his father's small hover-vehicles to propel himself off a local bridge... and straight into the custody of the local police.
Tullio was sent off to an all-male boarding school on Callisto, and during the summers he was shipped off to one of the asteroids his father's company mined. There, he toiled and worked, earning both brawn and wit when it came to the schematics of machinery and the working of criminal minds [seeing as criminals from the Pluto penitentiary were sometimes recruited to work.] His time at the boarding school was that of a double life: during the day Tullio was an exceptional, if somewhat goofy and dynamic, student, who enjoyed using his hands and math. During the night, Tullio was a regular menace. He found ways around the rules and used his newly-learned criminal knowledge to gain access to files and forbidden SSW sites. [Not porn, thank you.] He acquired reams of data on businesses throughout the solar system, and soon began to study their interlacing and networking. He excelled in his economic, computer, mathematics and theological-based classes; he failed miserably when it came to basic home economics, art and chemistry. Music and physical education were fun and interesting: they allowed him a chance to work off his extra energy. The desire to jump off some random asteroid grew as the years went by and his father's control over his actions grew tighter...
...Tullio, age fifteen, Venus. Wandering on the city strip, having successfully escaped the boarding school unnoticed, Tullio's plans begin to shift into place. As his father attends a large board meeting between mining companies - and speaking to his relatives-by-law briefly - Tullio strolled along one street, and then another, browsing the SSW like any other teen his age out for the day. Of course, this was only what people thought he was doing: in reality he was manipulating his first criminal investment and stirring up the not-quite-dead strains of anger he felt towards his father. Funds were slowly drained out of a few accounts and transferred to several others; from there, they disappeared, straight back into the economy and right into Tullio's pocket. How was easy enough after studying bank records for the last year; change a percentage here, a zero there, and a profit could be made in a few seconds flat. Tullio came out carrying a bundle his father would never miss, nor even notice its sudden absence in his stock reports. With his father as his unwary sponsor, Tullio set to establishing his 'legacy', as his great-great-grandfathers had done before him.
Enter Kenina and Reginald Clement-Davies. Otherwise referred to as "Kay" and "Reggie." Both of which are C.J.'s cousins from his mother's side of the family; apparently, his mother had two sisters, one of which had had children. At the time they found him cliff-jumping on one of Jupiter's moons, Tullio had already become invested and wound tight into the criminal world. He has homes and bases strategically placed throughout the solar system, most of which are within easy reach and owned under different names. His main home is on Mars, seeing as he had grown up there, but he hardly visits there ever since his father started his early retirement due to failing health [he'd survived a gun wound two years previous.] Now twenty-four and a semi-permanent bachelor, the last thing
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