Post by Kasim Chionesu on Jul 21, 2008 23:26:42 GMT -7
KASIM CHIONESU
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◊ FULL NAME: Kasim Chionesu
◊ CODENAME: N/A
◊ GENDER: Male
◊ RACE: Human
◊ AGE: 32 (at time of death)
◊ APPEARANCE: Kasim's skin as dark as fertile earth. His black hair is usually cropped close to his head, earning him the nickname of "Chia Pet" when he was in Quantico. He prefers to have a goatee but when the mood suits him and the weather grows too hot, he'll shave it off. Recently, his facial hair has been tipped with silver, so he either trims the hair or shaves in entirely to try and fend off the advances of age. His lips are large and easily curve into a smile that bears his gleaming white teeth. His jaw is strong and angular, giving his usually cheerful face a somber tone.
Towering over some at six feet tall, Kasim strikes an imposing figure with a well-muscled body and a broad chest. Really, he's a softie, but you can't tell by looking at him. A few scars riddle his skin here and there, but they're usually covered by his attire. He got one of his ears pierced while in academy on a dare, but the hole has since closed up and healed over.
◊ ATTIRE: Kasim wears plain black suits most of the time with shined black loafers. Now and then he'll don a pair of sunglasses. When he's off-duty, he's usually wearing a polo and khakis with tennis shoes, and when he's training, he opts for no shirt and FBI sweatpants. His nighttime wear consists of FBI sweatpants and slippers that look like lion heads are devouring his feet.
◊ FACE CLAIM: Djimon Hounsou
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◊ AFFILIATION: BPRD
◊ PROFESSION: Bureau-assigned FBI Agent
◊ PERSONALITY: Kasim is a gentle soul. He enjoys quiet and has been known to meditate now and again. He likes to make others laugh and, even if he doesn't provoke someone to giggles, he smiles anyway. He prefers to do treat others as he would like to be treated: with kindness, consideration, and respect.
All that he really knows is his job. Kasim has never had any family of his own, so he throws himself into whatever he's doing at the time, be it work or shooting or making a really good dinner for himself. He hopes to one day find the one, to settle down, and to have a family... But Kasim is not overbearing with these wishes. If it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be, and he is more than happy to continue on as he is: content with who he is and where he's at in life.
◊ ABILITIES: N/A
◊ SKILLS: Kasim is an expert marksman in handguns and a certified sniper. He learned some survival skills in the Marines as well as tactics and leadership. He can also cook the best kebabs in the world, make balloon animals, and fit his entire fist into his mouth.
◊ WEAKNESSES: Though he is very accomplished, Kasim often doubts himself and wonders if he is truly good enough for the Bureau. He fears that he will never have his own family and end up alone with no one to care or mourn for him. He values his morals highly, which can cause him to question orders in a morally ambiguous situation.
◊ EQUIPMENT: Kasim usually has his FBI badge, concealed carry permit, and an M1911 sidearm on or by his person at all times.
◊ RESIDENCE: N/A
◊ FAMILY: Parents Chionesu (Unknown)
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◊ HISTORY: Kasim never knew his parents. Paperwork stated that they were immigrants to New York City from Liberia who had turned him over to the state when they could no longer support him, but that was the tall and short of it. The boy grew up in a rhapsody of group homes and foster families until he turned eighteen. No matter how fervently he wished it, the boy never found his forever family, something that always filled Kasim with hopefully sorrow.
His childhood was not necessarily unhappy, despite this. Kasim learned how to befriend quickly and adapt to new situations. He wasn't always in the same school or the same neighborhood, but that never caused him to falter. He would join in playing sports with the neighborhood kids when he could and became captain of his high school's basketball team his senior year. Known by most as a quiet youth with an easy smile, Kasim graduated high school with honors and was turned out into the world to find his destiny.
Kasim never had the patience or tolerance for bullies, so he thought that doing a stint in the marines might prove beneficial and point to what he was supposed to do in life. He did his service with distinction, and when his term was up, thought that law enforcement might suit him better than military life. Kasim applied for and was accepted to federal agent training at Quantico. He was an excellent marksman (and certified as a sniper in the Marines) as well as a formidable leader and, when the time came, could get by as a fairly good tactician. Kasim wasn't the best, but he could certainly give those who were a run for their money.
There were no cheers for him other than that of his fellow classmates on the day he earned his place with the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but they were all he needed. He was assigned, for a short spell, in Las Vegas with the division there. He began dating a woman named Khali and thought, for a moment, perhaps he had found someone to have his forever family with. But then he was reassigned to Trenton, New Jersey.
The details were sketchy and the distance great, so Kasim and Khali thought it for the best to remain friends. When Kasim arrived at a garbage treatment facility, he thought he had the wrong address. But once inside, he was quickly informed that his reassignment was to the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense as an accompanying field agent to the Bureau's own agents. And here, Kasim learned that all the fairy tales and horror stories he had read as a child had at least a shred of truth to them and, if the Burea didn't act fast, the world just might end. It was also here that Kasim became acquainted with the famous members of the Bureau, as well as fellow newbie Sister Angeleanna Maxwell.
The Golden Army was on the move just a few weeks later. Kasim was sent in the team responsible for stopping them before they arrived in New York City. At best, all the team did was slow them down. For the rest of his life, Kasim would always remember standing in the destruction of a small town in northern New York and watching as the sun glinted off the golden behemoths as they continued on, unscathed by his carefully fired bullets and the efforts of the rest of his team, most of whom were dead.
Kasim's home city was gutted by the juggernaut of Nuada's forces. He returned to the BPRD just in time to evacuate and see more of the BPRD's people die in the taking of the Bureau, Tom Manning and Kate Corrigan among them. The Bureau evacuated and retreated to an old base in Colorado, where everything was exceptionally bleak. For once, Kasim was happy that he had no family to worry about; his family was the BPRD and what was left of them was right where he was. He did what he could to help the wounded and performed guard duty when he was eating or sleeping. While they looked badly beat, there had to be a way for the Bureau to prevail though. Didn't there?
Hellboy left, and Kasim couldn't remember if he knew before or long after the man departed, but the entire world knew in a matter of hours as the sky turned to slate and tentacles descended. The following months were the worst Kasim lived. The harsh and unforgiving struggle to survive dulled Kasim's optimism, though it was always there. They had to survive, they had to win -- after all, they were the good guys.
Kasim stood side-by-side with Sister Angel on the day that Earth's fate was decided. Demons and monsters and creatures that would have given Kasim nightmares if he wasn't already living one converged together on a field with the Ogdru Jahad and the Golden Army to become a massacre that the world had never seen. Kasim fired his guns until his hands were blistered, and when he ran out of bullets, he did what he could with his knife. But a creature with razor-sharp fingernails caught Kasim in the stomach, spilling his entrails onto the ground. The man fell and the monster descended upon him. His knife had been thrown somewhere, he didn't know where, so the agent grabbed a handful of his own entrails and strangled the beast. Covered in his own blood, Kasim looked into the sky, waiting to die. Movement caught his eye, and he looked to his right -- Sister Angel was right at his side, suffering from a wound as mortal as his. Their hands found each other's, and they watched as the sky suddenly cleared from its marble cloud of misery.
"Does that mean... we won?" Kasim breathed. He didn't get an answer before his heart stopped beating, but he knew. The good guys had won.