ABABWA, Kadin Ali

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...Kadin Ali Ababwa*
*A thousand apologies, O Patient One*

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...basics*

name Kadin Ali Ababwa
nickname N/A
age 13
gender male
grade N/A
hometown New York, New York
sexuality Straight
personification
Abu
face claim Jesús Zavala

...appearance*

hair color A medium mouse brown color. No depth to it at all, no high lights nor low lights
eye color Light Brown
build athletic
height 5' 3"
clothing style T-shirt and Jeans. He can't afford anything more than that. If he could he wouldn't waste the wealth on something useless like clothing. Plus anything to nice would draw attention and he wouldn't be able to do his job. So basically a dirty t-shirt and a pair of old faded blue jeans, who needs shoes?
distinctive traits Cuts and bruises that are all around his body, when one heals a new one springs up some where.

...personal*

personalityThrough the shadows, Kadin is a sneak a crook and dirty thief if you are at a loss for words. And a thief well the personality of a thief may vary from each individual, but from time and time again you tend to find that all thieves have a good story. From one that can make you want to run and hide under your blanket, or another that will bring tears to your eyes. Alas, a word from a crook is not to believed for a crook is a liar as an apple is to a worm. Not all may be, but most of them have. Kadin is amongst the wormed apples.

But who cares? Kadin, oh Kadin. He is only half a thief. No cares for a life, but a longing to live. Living a game, but a life not to live. He waits for the one, to show him the way. Plays small tricks to live to find the right guy. To lazy to get more luxury than needed, he to in fact Laid-back as ever. He sits in the alley, a cat in a way. Waiting and watching for an easy prey. But nothing is worse in the thieving world than a scaredy-cat.

Smooth like butter, Kadin slips through the cracks. At the scene of the crime you won't find anything there the boy leaves you without a crumb left to follow. Slinks through the shadows without making a sound. With a face full of dirt and a hair all of grease, it's a strange young boy wandering the streets. Sneaky he is walking his way. Feet of no sound and used for no good. A pick pocket, a steal a new watch is a deal. The black market is clever make a few bucks, scam a few dumb.

Shine like the sun, or at least like star. For a bit of common sense never hurt anyone. Riddles and Rhymes solved in a flash, no problem to problematic for this young one. Shining bright, the will to steal. Not necessarily you will see is face, one moment he's there the next not a trace. Missing, your wallet, a watch, that nice bracelet is gone. Remember that boy that bumped next to you? Well he has a good meal today.
past Picture this: Moldy, musty, small, run-down. Not much of an apartment it was. Hardly a shelter, not worth more than two bucks. This was Kadin's old home. With his mother and step-father. As with any child, they would HATE how there life was. Kadin, he went to school, it was a sketchy place that school that he went to. So naturally he started picking up street smarts at a young age. So basically even though he is only 13 he has already had years of street smarts under his belt.

Abusive, alcoholic, smoking. A step-father straight out of the movies. Kadin has bruises and bumps, cuts and sores. They are scattered all over his body. And being in the presence of that man he has picked up some not to wonderful habits when he turned 11. It wasn't strange, Kadin way of thinking was so twisted that he thought everyone stole, did drugs, and beat their children. Everyday life, the turning point came about a year ago.

Kadin remembered one of the few days he actually went to school, some people came to lecture them about life and crap like that. It was vague in his memory, but he could still remembering something about beating your children was illegal, and if you were going through that then tell someone don't keep it to yourself. Kadin only really listened to half of that. He ran away from his abusive step-father he only comes back to that crummy apartment on rare occasions. And it's always when no one is home so he can steal their food and money they leave around. Good times....
present Kadin is a loner, rogue, um, alone? He likes to isolate himself from others. He doesn't talk to people or really have much contact with anyone even though he live in New York City. He doesn't have any one home and often travels around the whole massive place looking for wealthy people and a good meal. Not often he would put on an act, just steal what ever he pleased. Money, food, even sometimes clothing.

Not to mention Chika, a dog. At first he just fed the poor pup some scraps when he stumbled upon it, but know the small dog follows him around everywhere. He couldn't help it and naturally accepted it's presence and named her Chika. She's a small little black pup of some sort of breed he was not familiar with. So now he has to worry about the two of them and making sure he and Chika both got a meal. Not to say Kadin doesn't mind, the little animal's presence made him feel less alone.

He doesn't have a set in stone home mainly travels around in search of new places to rob the unexpected passer-buyers. Most of the time he would creep into abandoned buildings or warehouses. He didn't like alleyways though, nasty places they were. Nice to sit in during the day, but the night time they creeped him out man. Those places got dangerous at night and he has learned that all to well.
family
Mother- Asma (Watsen)Ababwa
Father- Amir Ababwa
Step Father- Carl Watsen
likes
Money
Shiny Things
Various types of fruits
jewels
summer
Chika
dislikes
New People
Police
Carl
Winter
Rain
alley(Night)
other notes Has yet to be caught stealing from his mother.

...literature*

book title Arabian Nights
backstory Kadin is on a quest. Nothing even that bad really, just a quest. He's looking for someone, but he doesn't really know who. He just feels like he needs to learn from someone. So now he runs around the whole city of New York in search of a person that may not exist, but that feeling in his gut tells him that he needs to find this mystery person no matter what may happen. The only thing Kadin wishes is that his gut would give him a hint onto who it is.
A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOUR CANON'S PART IN THE STORY. ONE-TWO PARAPGRAPHS

...roleplayer*

name Marisa
age 13 going on 14
gender female
rp experience 3-5 years
how you found ouac neopets board
rp sample
Crunch, crunch, splish, crunch. Crunch, chrunch, splish, crunch. The sound of shoes as they crushed the snow below them. A continuous pattern of shoe against snow as he continued. Most people held umbrella’s above their heads blocking out the black snow. No not the boy, he let the ugly things fall and melt atop his head, as if he cared that it was pullulated. People had caused the pollution, they should face it head on instead of hiding from it under an umbrella. It was pretty pathetic, that his species was full of wimps like the city of Chicago. How very annoying it was to watch grown men and women huddling under their umbrellas.

But that wasn’t why the boy was here today. Not to rant on about how people can’t take what’s coming to them, but something more precious and important. For about almost 7 months now the boy had been bestowed with something amazing, a dragon. Magnificent creatures dragons are, but this was no Harry Potter this was the Real world, a Real dragon. Not that animated crap they have in movies. But as always of human nature, anything new and unheard of was something to fear, so naturally he couldn’t just walk down a busy Chicago street with a child dragon trailing at his feet. It would create nothing more than mass hysteria. Unfortunately for the boy, his dragon was starting to grow in size, and he and his dragon were now about the same height and could no longer fit snuggly inside his coat. So now instead of walking straight to the dragon post, he had to take detours through alleyways and deserted streets so they wouldn’t draw any attention while his adolescent dragon playfully nudged him trying to get his rider to play with him. It was hard enough to keep out of site from the public, but when your dragon isn’t trying to lay low it just makes it harder.

“Stop it, Damien!” The boy finally snapped shocking the dragon to stop. He sighed rolling his eyes his dragon was giving him the puppy dog look. The boy shook his head how something that would grow into a dangerous beast could look so pathetic and innocent right now. He patted his buddy’s neck, “Sorry Damien, we need to be quiet though.” Damien didn’t seem to get the message and only understood that his rider wasn’t angry with him anymore. Thankful to see the dragon post now the boy smiled. The gray snow was starting to pile up, and he hoped that the dragon post had showers. That would be nice.

Looking at Damien he wondered what it would be like when he could finally ride his dragon. 3 months ago at a dragon post in Buffalo, New York, someone had told him that Damien was a dragon that specialized in speed. Though its offensive attacks and defense weren’t the strongest it was a fast dragon. Just looking at its build you could tell. Damien was very aerodynamic, his wings were sleek and long folding against his sides fairly well and his body wasn’t bugling and rough. His face was at a point which probably made it easier to cut through the wind. Then his tail, it was harder to explain the tail, but he guessed it looked like any other tail of a dragon.

In his thoughts about his dragon the boy realized in subconsciously made his way to the Dragon post. Luckily since Damien was a dragon built for speed despite his size he could still easily fit through the door built for human use. Normal people didn’t come to the dragon post since only dragon riders could get through the security which was all you had to do was show the guy at the door you had a dragon and you could get in.

Inside the boy always liked to look around, and see the differences between this dragon post and the last. This place had a nice wooden floor and gave a more welcoming atmosphere than the Buffalo post. He liked it better. Running a hand through red hair on top his head he moved his hand away seeing the gray snow had stuck itself quite nicely to him and Damien. He was about 17 or something. He couldn’t really remember, but was pretty sure he was 17. Blinking he stared at the man at the bar with the foresty type green eyes. “I’m Ace, Ace Hustch. Can you get me a room?”

[DANI]