Dis Ahkmet (Finished)

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Name: Sisco
Age: 19
Roleplaying Experience: About 5 years now
How you found the site: Nissy

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Name: Djoser Kafele Ahkmet
Gender:Male
Age:17 years, 10 months, and 15 days
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Muddy hazel, brownish gray in the right light
Skin Tone: Olive, tans darkly during the summer
Height:5 feet 10 inches
Weight: 185 lbs
Wealth: Split home- Lower middle class to Upper middle class
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Why they are in La Campana: After losing her younger son to a rare and sudden disease, Iris Akhmet believed that it was in the best interests of her remaining son to attend a private school, specifically one that claimed to reform damaged children. Assuming that he was almost irreparably broken after his brother’s death, as well as suspecting that he was following in his father’s footsteps as a homosexual, Iris decided that shipping her son halfway across the world was a good decision and that Campana would be an ideal place for Dis to finish up his high school career and get his world patched together again.
Hopeful that the time at Campana would tame her otherwise wild son, Iris enrolled her 17 year old boy into the school. Dis was none too pleased at her decision, but went along with her wishes mainly as an excuse to get away from the familial turmoil.[/size]

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Likes:
1 Vodka and Coke, rum and Coke, weed and the occasional hit of X
2 Adrenaline rushes and a good fight
3 Skinned knees and elbows, split lips and raw knuckles
4 Tuna sandwiches with lots of mayonnaise and celery
5 Independent films and homemade, amateur movies
6 Performing stunts that could end up killing him if he’s not careful
7 His greyhound/German shepherd mix, Neffie
8 Peanut butter and chocolate chips
9 Sarcastic novels (Mark Twain and Kurt Vonnegut)
10 All Silent Hill games excluding SH4: The Room, Fatal Frames and The Orange Box
11 Blowjobs (getting, not giving)
12 Cars that go fast
13 Explosions and large fires
14 Pretty girls
15 Making art- pottery and metalwork and sculpting

Dislikes:
1 Being controlled
2 Iris’ excuse of a “stable home”
3 Confinement
4 Hospitals
5 Counselors and appointments for things he doesn’t want to talk about
6 E. Coli
7 Listening to his dad and Adrian have sex in the room next door
8 School
9 Cleaning up dog shit
10 Ace being gone
11 Iris
12 Reality TV unless it’s Fear Factor reruns
13 Sweatervests and tweed
14 Whiny people

Turn Ons:
1 Risk-takers
2 Being outside while a thunderstorm rolls in
3 The feeling right after a really good adrenaline rush
4 Adventuresome girls

Turn Offs:
1 Confinement
2 Being unable to get away from people
3 Cat piss smell
4 Getting hit on by ugly people
5 Hairy armpits, especially on girls
6 Incessant talkers

Nervous Habits:
1 Fiddling incessantly with whatever is in his hands
2 Doodling over full notebook pages when he’s either stressed or bored, this tends to interfere with his learning, as he spends all of class scribbling rather than taking notes.
3 Spouts unnecessarily sarcastic comments when stressed or upset.

Fears:
1 Being paralyzed
2 Running out of time
3 Debilitating illness
4 Family falling apart, loss of any remaining sanity in his mother’s mind
5 Parasites

Goals/Aspirations:
1 Become a stuntman or an underwater welder, or at least do something exciting with his life.
2 Get a job and save up for a pottery wheel and a little kiln.
3 Try not to die before the age of thirty.
4 Go home to the States and see his dog again, make enough money to live on his own.

Appearance:
Dis doesn't care that much about how he comes across to others, he tends to wear what he likes and doesn't give a crap about what the latest trends are or that hair that looks like it crawled out of Pirates of the Caribbean hasn't been cool since...ever.
Standing at five foot ten, Dis cuts a lean, chiseled figure. He's no body builder and he's probably too compactly built to model underwear, but that skinny silhouette of his feels like a slab of hot, flexible concrete covered in skin. His arms look skinny, but if you piss him off, he will punch you and you will cry. You will cry like a little girl.

Being Egyptian in heritage, Dis has a tan almost all the year round, though summertime usually darkens him nicely. Usually hidden by shirts, Dis sports a series of tattoos running down his back. He only has a few months left before he can show them off without being illegal, and thus far has been fortunate enough to avoid any confrontation regarding them.
The line up includes a djed running down a large portion of his spine- the heiroglyph symbolizing strength and stability. Right along the small of his back lays another tattoo, that of a rising sun. Similar to the kamikaze rising sun, this one is inked in red with outstretched rays. However, the lines are very thin and at the end of each beam is a small simplistic hand. This image is symbolic of the ancient god Amun-Ra.

To clarify, a djed. This one has lots of writing around it. Dis' doesn't.

In terms of clothing, Dis often wears tank tops that he likes to draw designs on or clothes found at thrift shops; he has a fondness for battered military jackets and cargo pants or jeans with real rips in them, not fabricated tears made for some hoity-toity fashion line. Each rip and patch in his jeans has a story behind it, and that's what he loves so much about them. He often wears strapped sandals or beaten up old, off-brand sneakers and occasionally a pair of hiking boots. Wrapped around his right wrist at all times is a knotted hemp bracelet with a white and blue-glazed porcelain pendant, a gift from his younger brother before the boy passed away. The bracelet is a charm against the evil eye, originally given to Dis as a joke.
Dis has thought about getting an ear pierced and gauged, but hasn't bothered to go through with it yet. His only other adornments are the various glass beads and colored string he tends to braid into his atrocious mess of hair. It's like he took hair styling tips from a blind gypsy and Jack Sparrow, but at least remembered to wash it every week.
Personality:
Dis' relatives fear for his safety, and rightly so. A daredevil by nature, the boy has gotten himself into too many bad situations because of his need for excitement. There's been some suspicions that he's not adequately sane, mainly judging by the way he swings between recklessness and stoicism.

Dis used to be a very personable and fun character to be around, he made friends easily and often times was the life of the party. Up until four months ago, that is. With the death of his little half-brother- the boy whom Dis honestly would have died for if given the choice, a part of Dis died as well. He withdrew from polite society and hyper focused on his pottery projects and filled the rest of his time with losing himself in hard partying and unreasonably dangerous stunts for his friends amateur films. He still has a boisterous facade, but behind the grins and the comments is a sick sort of emptiness.

It's still possible for him to make friends and carry on a conversation easily enough, but these days find him snapping in irritation faster than before, and his penchant for sarcasm has also increased. Don't be too put off, though. He's nice enough if you're nice and don't try to grope him at first meeting.
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Father:
Seth Akhmet, 36
OBGYN
Mother:
Iris Brenesti, 34
Events Planner and Director of the local Community Creative Spirits and Arts Center
Sibling/s: Ace (Ahmose) Brenesti, 14, deceased
Dis' half-brother, son of Iris and Osman Brenesti, died of a rare disease that claimed him within four months.
Other important relatives:
Adrian Reynolds, 38
Seth Ahkmet's partner of seven years and Dis' unofficial stepfather. Is a professional architect.
Osman Brenesti, 41
Iris' husband and Dis' stepfather, Ace's father. Is a successful lawyer.
Pets:
Neffie
2-year-old German Shepherd and Greyhound mutt

History:
To put it simply, Dis was a drunken mistake. Not many people want to be someone else's booze-induced child, let alone Dis. To make matters even worse, apparently his father was gay before getting together with his mom. This would lead to the assumption that Iris looks like a man, but in reality the woman landed the prestigious position of being the fold-out spread in a Playboy issue. She was 20 when that happened, and was 18 when Dis was conceived.

As Iris didn't want to be bogged down by the child of a man she 1) didn't know and 2) who was gay, she decided on an abortion. Luckily for Dis, his grandparents on his mother's side intervened and promptly scared her into not getting the abortion by threatening total disinheritance. So she popped Dis out, let Seth hold him for a few minutes because he was man enough to come and acknowledge the birth of the kid he'd never imagined having, and promptly dumped her little boy off with his grandparents after a few months because she had a career to make and a baby would just get in the way.
She brought him along for family-safe photo shoots occasionally, because face it, everyone likes a cute little infant and a hot young mom.

After dumping her little boy off with his grandparents for about three years, Iris decided that she was able to be a mother again and took Dis back. She was pregnant at the time with her second son, Ace. Ace had a "real" daddy, a lawyer by the name of Osman Brenesti, who married Iris just a few months before she ended up pregnant with Ace. Dis didn't mind his stepdad, but he was as excited as a kid can be over the idea of having a baby brother to play pirates and ninjas with.
Unfortunately for him, he learned the hard way that new babies are sucky playmates and everyone else ignores you for the sticky, loud little red thing that made your mom a fat bitch for nine months.

That, and suddenly he realized that she didn't really love him as much as he had hoped she did. Iris, in his mind, wasn't really his mommy. Osman sure as hell wasn't his daddy. Grandma and Grandpa, those two crazy old immigrants, were his real family. Ace was cool, too, and since the brat was littler than Dis was, Dis considered him as closer family than the two adults he shared a house with. That's a pretty depressing realization for a five-year old.
Despite his discontent with Iris and Osman, Dis lived between her home and his grandparents' up until he was ten. It was around then that his real dad got more intricately involved in his life.

Seth had always been around, sending cards and showing up for birthdays and holidays with gifts for his son, occasionally taking him to McDonald's and things like that. Dis knew his dad, but the man was busy with medical school and managing that thing called life and really hadn't had the ability to bond with his child as much as he would have liked. But things had settled down for him recently and he had gotten a position at the local hospital, and Seth figured that he might as well see if Dis wanted to live with him.

Long story short, Dis did. He ended up living with Seth every other week for the first two months, then ended up staying there full time until he turned 16. He and Ace remained close, Dis acting as a decent big brother to his younger, more booksmart sibling. He adored Ace, he did everything within his power to be the best brother he could be. Reckless shenanigans aside, Dis actually did a very good job.
Unfortunately, it was that reckless side of him that messed his life up for a while and further told Iris that Dis was the lesser-favored child. Thanks to some shitty decisions involving drugs and alcohol, Dis ended up in trouble and spent ten months under strict probation. Things started to get better after that stint, but then Ace got sick.

Two weeks turned into two months of frantic trips to and from the hospital for various tests, usually with Dis tagging along worriedly and rocking his brother when the tests and the sickness got too overwhelming. Iris was little help, she fretted and sobbed over every needle prick and cough. Two months went by, then three, of no conclusive results as to what was eating away at Ace's fourteen-year-old body. Dis missed weeks on end of school, mainly just so he could stay by his brother's side and try to will him better.
The fourth month rolled in and saw Ace as a bag of bones stuck with IVs and a mask pumping air into his lungs. Death took pity on him and let the teen slip away in his sleep, while Dis lay curled around him in an attempt to make things a little bit better. Ace didn't get to tell his brother if he appreciated it or not, but he did die holding the other's hand.

The month rolled out and left Dis scraped hollow. Osman worried because he dropped weight and turned into an asshole, Seth worried because he dropped all of his friends and stopped coming home every night, as well as became an asshole. Iris wouldn't stop crying about Ace. The three men, the third being Seth's partner, Adrian, tried to rebuild the family and had a little success. Iris stopped sobbing uncontrollably and Dis started to come home more often. Things were starting okay.
And then, after months of carefully reconstructing life around the death of the beloved son, there was the family meeting that blew it all to pieces.

Iris and Dis still hadn't quite made up yet, Iris was heartbroken and irrational, Dis was heartbroken and upset that his mother was so goddamned incompetent. A discussion turned into an argument, the argument escalated into insults, and Iris told Dis point-blank that she wished he had died in Ace's place and saved the family not only an exceptional mind, but would have gotten rid of the cause of all their legal and medical troubles. He was understandably upset.

After the damage control team stepped in and gave him a few weeks to cool off, he was presented with the idea of going to a different school that should help him get better. He numbly agreed.

Several months later, Dis ended up enrolled at La Campana. It was his mother's idea that he come, but he couldn't care less. He wasn't paying out of his pocket for it, it doesn't matter to him. Reform here? Yeah, sure.

Roleplaying Sample: Dis blinked in the bright sunlight, shielding his eyes and looking down at the almost too-sharp rocks around his feet. They weren't sharp as in knife sharp, but more in the way of a picture when put into Photoshop, when the contrast has been brought up too high and thus weirds out the picture. The rocks were grainy black and blinding white, with hardly any shades in between the deep shadows bleached surfaces.

He looked up, blinking again as the light faded into a glare on the horizon, another overly contrasted vision. Five o'clock sunlight poured out onto a field full of rocks. They were boulders, really. Like the ones that are piled against a pier so that the waves don't beat the structure to pieces. Dis picked his way over the boulders, stubbing his fingers or toes occasionally and wondering why he was missing his shoes, but it's not like there was anything he could do about it. It was hot; he was wearing a gray tank top and hole-in-the-knee blue jeans. No shoes, no socks. His hair was like it always was, long, black and messy, tangled with beads and colored string, a strange cross between pirate and punk.

Dis shielded his eyes from the glare when he came to the end of the boulders, digging his chalky toes into a beach of smaller rocks and bird bones. The water lapped at the stones, pale as ice. He pushed his toes into the wet rocks and was greeted by freezing water trickling between his digits. But for some reason he stood there, feet in the water, because in a strange way it felt good. The sun beat down on his head and his back while his toes froze, and somewhere in between, it felt wonderful.

Clattering behind him caught his attention. Dis turned around, away from the blinding rays, and searched across the landscape for the source of the sound. Soon enough, he found it. Something small was wriggling out of the rocks, small and hard and white, like bone. It was a large white crab that eventually emerged, gripping in its claw the remains of an avian meal, some sort of white bird. It clicked and clattered over the bleached rocks and bones, eye stalks swiveling and seemingly looking right at Dis. He stared back at the shiny black orbs, then lost contact as soon as the critter moved and scuttled on in the direction of the large rocks, getting lost in the shadows of the cracks.

Dis wandered on, going back up the way he came, back over the rocks, only now being wary of any sort of crab thing that might want his toes for dinner. He hadn't gone far when a familiar sound came from the direction of the pale beach. Dis turned and again shielded his eyes against the sun and a sudden wind that was whipping stinging bits of material through the air, squinting at the highway that now lay behind him. Two cars whizzed by, going on and on into the rocky expanse. Dis bit his lip, confused. Okay, so the field of rocks, he now realized, was really weird. The beach was a little strange, too. It all had been far too quiet, too alone. And the sudden two-lane highway was putting everything into a strange light that Dis was starting to dislike. In any case, he trudged over to the enigmatic roadway, mainly since it offered a better walking surface than the boulders did.

The asphalt was warm and relatively smooth under his bare feet, as dry as everything else here. Dis stood in the middle of the road, standing on a faded yellow dash, more than a little confused by the old highway that literally had not been there two minutes ago. Dis looked down the road, no cars were coming. He looked the other direction; saw not even a speck of one of the two cars he had witness speed by.

Where was he?
What was with the rocks?
What was with the road?
Okay, so the most logical explanation would be that he was dreaming. It was logical enough. But the sudden stinging in his hand, the scraped skin and line of blood from a jagged edge he hadn't seen, made him frown. Cuts didn't hurt in dreams. At least, they shouldn't.

Swallowing his concern with the assurance that since he was dreaming, he would wake up soon, Dis decided that he might as well walk down the road. Hey, at least this was a boring dream and not something completely awful.