Kurt Stephon : The Capitol

Kurt is tall, standing at 6 foot 2, thin, weighing only a 140 pounds, and wiry. He is not good looking or attractive, nor does he try to be. He is not repulsive though. His skin is died black, giving him freakish quality, but also the ability to become almost invisible in shadows. He has black hair, also died that color, that is cut short, but not buzz-cut short. Although strong and powerful, he leaves more of an impression of a snake then something strong. He almost always wears all black, including his gloves and boots. He has a half smile on his face most of the time and a teasing look in his eyes, as if he's keeping some big secret, that it's hard not to notice, since his mouth and eyes are the only features that aren't jet black. He's quite strong, sporting muscles more like a gymnast’s than a body builder's. He tends to "skulk" or slouch in doorways, and crouch or perch on chairs rather then sit in them.

He's hardly noticeable for more then a second, despite his appearance, that is, until he talks. When he does, he has the floor. He has a sort of bottled up power and a dangerous quality about him, which is fitting considering he knows thousands of ways to kill people. His most important skill, if you asked him, wouldn't be his cunning or strength, but his acrobats. He is a contortionist, able to bend every which way, roll and spring inhumanly, and tie himself in knots. This, along with his trained acrobatics, makes it possible for him to break into almost anywhere he wants. He comes off as superior, dangerous, deceitful, and somewhat sinister. He has grown un-feeling about killing men, but on most occasions he will refuse killing women or children. Although unpredictable and untrustworthy, he can be quite helpful, and on the occasion that he cares about another person, which isn't very often, he will go to huge lengths to protect them. He will kill for self gain, a cause he thinks is worthy, or to get back at someone. In the event that someone helps him, with no seeable ulterior motives, he will always return the favor.

He is the son of a wealthy general. He was seven when he first learned that he was a contortionist, and used his talent to amuse his childhood friends. He was always a good son to his parents, and the embodiment of all their hopes, that is until he fell in with the wrong crowd in high school. After that, he was a disobedient, disrespectful, hateful jerk. He died his skin and hair at that time of his life (before he'd been a Caucasian blond). While trying to deal with being a teen of whom so much was expected by his parents, and so much expected by his peers, he grew into a state of depression and self hatred. After awhile, almost to the point of suicide. He was stopped from committing suicide by a runaway Avox, whom he's not heard of since. After his almost death he started to hang with the really wrong crowd, by his parents standards, but by his, the groups of runaways, assassins, rebels, and crime lords were where his place was. After a few years he joined a circus to learn acrobatics, and quite excelled at it, especially with the help of his contortionism. After two years of that he took his first assassination job and started his new life.

He is currently estranged from his parents, and working jobs from his hideout in the bad part of town. He has no friends from his previous life, nor has he any friends now, though he has a few people for whom he has a grudging respect. He rather seems to like the solitude and rigorous activity.