Name: Kendal Shaar
AKA: Valerius
Messier Code: C-76
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Kendal is a lanky person of mostly German dissent with fair bit of Irish as well, 6'3 and fairly thin, he has a certain amount of tight and powerful muscle underneath but is by no means bulky or a powerhouse. His hair is curly blonde and he usually tries to keep it short because of the tendency of his bangs to poke his eyes if they get long enough. Kendal has fairly pale skin with a light dusting of freckles on his cheeks and a lot on his shoulders and piercing emerald-green eyes. He usually just wears a pair of blue jeans with a belt. (His body has inconsistent waste length compared with how tall he is.) And a black T-shirt with 2 skulls looking at an ornate rapier between them and roses raining down around it all, and of course his most comfortable pair of sneakers.
Personality: Kendal is mostly a kind person, wanting to think the best of people and hating to fight or worse...kill, but he also is perfectly aware of the kind of world he now lives in, and is constantly suspicious and finds it hard to give any trust at all. Although he himself is lazy, his brain is hyperactive and he thinks so constantly that unless he has a strong focus for his attention he is easily distracted. He is a very vocal and sarcastic person most of the time, with a very quick wit that he has a hard time keeping in check when he's better off keeping his mouth shut. But despite his oratory skills Kendal tends to be reserved and quiet around strangers, especially when they're women. Not usually a shy person, Kendal has a hard time dealing with women he is attracted to, as such women who are clever, beautiful or both can exploit the trait to throw Kendal off balance and his usual wit into disarray, luckily he is mostly quite normal around women if he's thinking clearly. He tries to hold on to his humanity, not wanting to be the cold hearted killing machine most people think contractors are and some in fact appear to be, but that doesn't stop him from being extremely cynical underneath his smile...the world is a cruel place and he will need a certain degree of cruelty to survive it all.
Ability: Kendal's ability is not very powerful in and of itself, but its potential is almost limitless if he looks directly into someone's eyes he can see into their mind to a degree. In a fight his focus is sharp enough to mostly control what he sees, but in a random situation his slight scatter-braininess (words O.o) makes it seemingly random unless they are thinking about him. He cannot turn his 'brain vision' if you will, off and thanks to that fact he tends not to make eye contact with people he speaks with most of the time and in public situations he pretty much watches the floor or around people's heads.
Kendal's Obeisance is after he makes close eye contact with someone he must confess a truth about himself of seemingly equal value, or vividly reliving one of his memories in perfect detail and thinking out loud the whole while, during this time the person who locked eyes with him can feel the knowledge entering their mind directly or see the memory as he relives it or is speaking out loud. And thus the victim/opponent learn about him even if it is after the fact. He can delay his obeisance under control during a fight but the more he uses his ability the more floods through his mind when he finally does pay the price.
RP Sample or Brief History: "Why did you do it? WHY?!? She had a family! People who loved her and will never be the same again-may not even survive just because YOU WERE GREEDY!" Kendal didn't know why he was angry...what did he care if a human died? Humans had never done anything besides try to hurt him...an even better question, why was he still yelling? The man who used to be his employer could not speak with his hands clenched so tightly around his throat...but something about a broken family took all sense out of his train of thought. As Kendal finally loosened his grip and the corpse thumped to the floor he composed himself and thought Well great, now I'm out of a job...what the hell am I gonna do now? Wander aimlessly and scavenge and steal? Kendal had made the mistake of looking his boss in the eye at their last meeting to whip out a sharp retort at an insult and had seen how the man vented his anger...what he had done to the young woman he had brought there as part of the job...the absolutely despicable things he did on camera and sent to her family...he had no idea what would happen, or how he himself would react when he found out; knocking over the desk, sprinting and tackling him into the wall before he could react...picking him up by his neck and squeezing with both hands just short of enough to collapse his trachea until the life drained out of him.
Ever since Kendal first woke up after the gates appeared all he's wanted is a purpose, but all his life has been is one struggle after another, fighting to survive when all he could ever want is to find people he could be happy with and find peace. Kendal doesn't really remember anything about his once-upon-a-time family, just that he had one, which may explain why he yearns for companionship despite his willingness to kill. Thanks to both the danger of SRCA and the world itself nowadays there aren't a lot of sane people for him to know, especially his own kind. Getting along with other people is made even harder by his secondary power...nobody wants to be around someone who might invade their privacy at any time. And hurting other people to survive...taking away their dreams the same way the SRCA wants to take away his...the killing...the tainting of his soul...not knowing if he even has a soul...
Having pinned the nameless SRCA agent to the ground Kendal tried to shut out his pleas of forgiveness and his vulgar threats and curses Kendal lifted the barrel of the gun he had taken out of the man's hand to his throat, looked into his eyes and as he saw understanding lift the fog from the man's eyes, shot clean through the center of his temple. Of course....it would be all too convenient if the corpse before him really was nameless. "Agent Dan Brooman of the SRCA...joined to feed and protect your wife and son.......and to avenge your daughter killed just two years ago by a contractor...by someone like me. I'm sorry...but this is the world we live in and I must live on." Kendal walked on down the ruined street, surrounded by rubble and desolation, throwing the gun aimlessly aside as he once again wondered the pointless and unfathomable question of just why the world is the way it is, and where the hell he would get money and supplies now.
Other: Kendal is fairly strong simply from fighting for his life, and he has really quick reflexes thanks to his instincts and sharp eyes, but he is no martial artist, he is a street fighter with no style or rules of combat doing whatever he can to get the edge and switching up his actions on the fly.