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[b]Name:[/b] Kevin "Thorn" Sinnet

[b]Appearance (picture or description):[/b] A slender young man standing at 5'9, sporting a very thin but toned build. He has hair of dark oak, which is of medium cut and rather straight. His body is cut enough so that he fits well in most slim-fitted clothing so that it seems to meld with him fairly well in a neat, classy manner. His features are quite angular, including his sharp eyes that are pools of dark soil. His smile is also crooked, which causes an array of light but charming laugh lines to accompany his grin. He has both of his ears pierced, though only his left ear are double pierced, and they are often accentuated with small diamond studs.

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Corps:[/b] Cerberus

[b]Bio:[/b] A runaway and a delinquent at an early age, Kevin Sinnet was an orphan who had ran away from foster care to live a 'better' life in the alleyways of Los Angeles, where he grew up to be one of the most violent beings ever to plague the street of L.A. As regular boys of eleven years of age are preparing to enter middle school, Kevin was out in alleyways beating down other street-rats such as himself who have looked at him the wrong way. From thieving to even torture, Kevin had stained his soul black with the certain deeds he had done in order to sustain for himself and survive out there in the brutal streets. It must be noted that he was not intently evil - every cruel acts he have committed was for the sole purpose of benefiting himself, as he was a boy born from nothing and had nothing.

It was when Kevin turned thirteen that he had met a man who had altered his life forever. Scavenging for scraps out in the alleyway that housed the dump for a local restaurant, the boy was suddenly thrown backwards by an inhuman force. As his body hit the concrete walls, there were was a sharp crack that indicated he may have fractured a rib or two. Crumpling to the floor, it took all of his strength to strain his eyes open as he stressed to lift his head and see who had attacked him. An inferno of an anger began to swell within his core as sharp eyes sought out his enemy's, his violent pride searing with humility and pain. He was going to kill whoever it was that had 'pushed' him.

But as his vision refocused and cleared, what he saw was not human - or, at least he didn't think it was. What stood before him instead was a mass of black shadows that were compacted together in a horrendously, disfigured shape of a man, with limbs so disproportionate that it stood limped and sagging to one side. Kevin knew immediately that what he was facing was not something of this world.

Regardless, the boy oddly had a sense of calm within him - a fearlessness caused by the torment of his passionate anger and humiliation. It had flung him around like a ragged doll, attacking him for no apparent reason. For that, it must pay, whatever in hell it was. It was better to die anyway, then to run away with his tail between his legs. So the boy slowly stood up, ignoring the aching pain that resonated within his chest. From within his pocket he took out a knife, which he bared it out in front of him like the fangs of a predator. Taking a slow, controlled breathe, Kevin leaped forward and lunged at the monster.

And then their was a laughter of an elderly man, followed by the sharp bang - gunshot. Before Kevin could drive the knife into the blackness of the monster before him, it suddenly convulsed as if it was in tremendous pain. There was a disturbing screech that echoed from it's formless mass, which caused Kevin to stumble in sudden surprise and loose his footing. Pain staggered up his thoracic region, and he fell shamefully to the ground in pain. Beside him, the shadow began to dissipate until it was entirely gone. But the laughter remained.

From deeper within the alleyway, a man started walking forward, his hearty chuckle ringing painfully within Kevin's aching skull. The boy managed to get himself up to a sitting position, groaning and rubbing his ribs as he slowly looked up. In front of him was an old man, a bright grin curled upon his wrinkly face with his arms folded, an ornate pistol hanging casually from his hands. Though Kevin was cautious, his eyes glaring at the stranger like daggers, Kevin felt a strange sense of security radiating from this odd gentleman. The older man laughed once more, than began to speak.

"Damn boy, you're tenacious. Still having the will to fight that forsaken beast even after it nearly crushed you to pieces. I like that, very much so." 

Crouching over so the old man could look at the boy face-to-face, his blue eyes twinkled with a boyish charm. "Name's Alistar. Just Alistar, really, I ain't got a surname. But let me tell you something, boy. I see a roaring fire within you, and I'm very much interested in your burning potential. The Hound would very much need someone like you."

The old man chuckled again, raising a hand to scratch his jaw. This time, however, as he gaze upon Kevin's bewildered and confused face, his eyes had a spark of seriousness. "What do you say, Kevin Sinnet? How about you come with me for awhile? I'm sure you have question about what in God's name that had attacked you. I'm sure that you'd want to get stronger too. The Royal Hound needs you - and eventually, you'll need them too."

Though it's hard to believe that a kid would accept a very strange offer given by a very strange stranger, from that day on, Kevin was exposed to the Underworld. The years went by, with Kevin training under the harsh tutelage of his mentor, Alistar, in order to further hone his skills as a fighter in order to repel the supernatural forces that plagued the modern world. As they slowly made their way out of the States and into England, Kevin absorbed whatever he could about the Underworld until he was able to finally receive formal training from the Royal Hound themselves. Because of his natural combat prowess, broad intelligence, and aggressive determination, Kevin was deemed a Cerberus - and became a force to be reckoned with.

[b]Personality:[/b] Kevin's a mischievous individual, often displaying a very witty and sarcastic humor. He's playful and have a unique sense of humor, and likes brutally poking fun at people. Over the years he had adopted a very laid-back attitude, though on the contrary, he is very diligent and proficient at was he does. The sense of him being free-spirited is just a cloak that hides the merciless soul that he harbors, as he can become a very serious and dangerous when provoked. He does not care what happens, either to his enemies or the innocent, so long as his orders are executed with a flawless and discreet flourish. His soul is, after all, tainted black. He only knew how to kill and survive.

[b]Skills:[/b] Silver tongue (capable of lying and weaving stories with ease), skilled in close-quartered combat, moderately proficient in various firearms, both street-smart and logically intelligent.

[b]Gear/Weapons (no more than three weapons):[/b] An ornate, silver-plated M1911 handgun ; simple hidden dagger.

[b]Other Information:[/b] Likes sour delicacies. [/hider]