Kyle Julius Celis Santos
Nickname:"
Kay-Jay"
Age:33Gender: MaleSexuality:HeterosexualSpecies: HumanAppearance: Clean and simple is the essence of Kyle's looks. From his short, cropped black hair, to his clean shaven face. Even his outfits are plain, and not once can he be seen wearing jewelry of any kind. On physical features: Kyle has black, large eyes, and sun-tanned skin.. He is tall, standing at 198 cm, and surprisingly muscular. There are multiple scars and burns on his body which he usually keeps hidden, although the burn on the left side of his neck, and the three scars on his ear, mouth, and chin are on full display. Kyle's nose is slightly crooked, as if it were once broken then reshaped wrong. Kyle usually wears gloves to conceal the scars on his hands.
Nationality:FilipinoPersonality:Calm and collected, borderline eerily so. Kyle moves and talks methodically and at a steady pace, not letting himself get swept up in the emotions of others. He is a deep thinker, knowledgeable and wise, according to others, and fond of taking and dispensing knowledge, so long as those around him are willing. He is a teacher by nature, and enjoys watching others grow as they learn. Kyle does not let himself stick to a single method of interacting, he can be blunt as he needs be, or conversely as confounding as humanly possible. He is a gentle person generally, and when it's not necessary, does what he can not to hurt people with callous words and actions. He is patient and tolerant to a high degree. Kyle is, however, more dangerous than he appears. Though he has taken a vow to never hurt anyone, he is aware that he is more than capable of 'breaking' someone without actually talking to them.
Bio: Kyle grew up on the streets of the Philippines, hating every second of it. He grew up seeing corruption, poverty, crime, and apathy. When he was young, he viewed human as scum, and their lives as worthless, including his own. An orphan with none to support him, he would often steal to get by in life, believing that if he was to survive, he may as well do it by living off other peoples ill-gotten gains. One evening, however, he made the mistake of pocketing the wallet of a powerful underworld boss.
Chased down and beaten, he was left for dead in the polluted waters of Manila Bay. If he didn't succumb to his wounds, the infections from the city's waste in the water would kill him in days. His life was numbered by the hours, and he was going to die like a rat. No matter how much he wanted to scream at the heavens, he could not - even his voice had given out.
But his death was not to be. Passing out in the water, he was surprised to find himself surrounded by angels and saints - or at least, their dioramas. He had awoken inside a church nearby, somehow nursed back to health. The priest who found him, Father Sin Regalado, dragged him back here after he spotted his body floating nearby his usual jogging area. It had been seven days since then.
Kyle was nothing if but grateful. Even with his hate of the world, he knew the concept of paying debts, and he decided that he would pay back his debts to his savior. He planned to give up crime for a time, until that debt was paid, and worked as a salesperson in the Church's local bakery as well as cleaning up after mass. He sold bread by day, and cleaned up during the evenings. As time flew by however, he found his viewpoints in life being changed. The world was still dark, but there was light now, as well.
Eventually, he ended up finishing school under Father Sin, and became a Deacon. Offered to work in the Vatican itself opened up new possibilities for him, which he eagerly took. There, he was exposed to a whole new world, with brighter lights, and deeper darkness . . .
I has been thirteen years since he worked in the Vatican. He is now living in Japan, a country close to home, as both a missionary and a business man. On secular affairs, he is somewhat retired - or rather, he was forced to retire by the Vatican after he became to obsessed with the work entrusted to him.
A trip to Hell itself, is, after all, not something that should be attempted once, let alone a third time.
Weapon: NoneEquipment:A steel rosary and a pocket Bible
