District 4; Sister Needed.
Sept 8, 2012 12:25:07 GMT -5
Post by Sharkbaithuhaha on Sept 8, 2012 12:25:07 GMT -5
New Character's Name: Adrianna Devlin
District: Four
Age: 16
Face Claim: Jessy Schram
Adrianna’s Appearance;
Born into hatred and raised to be wild and barbaric girl had obtained a rather unruly appearance. The glow from her eyes seemed to reflect the same light that those of an animal may when the moon catches a faint glimpse in the darkness, they were estranged, crazed even, the coldest blue in which you could possibly imagine, it was almost as if someone had stolen two cups of water from the depths of the Antarctic and injected them beneath the shade of lengthy, seductive lashes. Her lips were full, plump and luscious but when she smiled it was crooked, an imperfect broken line which indented a single dimple on her right cheek, a sinister effect which when she’d give a suggestive smirk would ignite the electricity within her eyes and would consequently scream malevolence. The flow of her hair was often undisturbed, tatty and mattered for a proportion of the time, for a great deal of time was spent training and during those hours she often dismissed her appearance and preferred to allow the elements to craft the glowing blonde strands into whatever creation they intended to be sat upon her head. However for school she’d make somewhat of an effort, either tying it back and leaving a side-swept fringe to dote on her left cheek or permit it to cascade in faint, tumbling curls between her defined shoulder blades and hang loosely over her modest chest.
The colour of her skin paled in comparison to her brother, even beneath the sun’s compelling rays and the days long hours she never appeared to darken, instead she had the same snowy texture that her mother had inherited, the same ice-cold flesh that enhanced the dark scrutiny of her murderously unforgiving, patronizing stare. She too had been scarred badly through her adolescence, the skin in which was hidden beneath her clothing consisted of several lashings, the majority etched across her back while two settled upon her stomach and a final marking crept just above the edges of her shirt, reaching to wind around the base of her neck making it apparent to onlookers, when asked she’d simply state her carelessness and blame it on a fishing accident and a brief fight with a rope net, in which she’d boast that she’d naturally won. She stands smaller than her brother at an average 5’7, amongst her classmates she is neither the tallest or the smallest, simply something in-between. Adrianna does not look instantly threatening, her body though finely sculpted is not intimidating, her limbs are in proportion to the build of her body and her shoulders or neither broad nor wide. Adrianna, however, unlike her brother is actually far more talented in hand to hand combat, specifically groomed to use an opponents weight and power against them. Although she’s equally as skilled in stamina, Adrianna lacks any real accuracy with her attacks due to a mild inability with her hand eye coordination, she’d excel in a scuffle where both were equally armed but would be more likely to fail if it fell upon her to have to throw something or aim from a distance.
Personality and Relationships;
Adrianna is both obnoxious and impassioned when it comes to her part as a career. Unlike most she finds enjoyment in watching the games, this is due to her upbringing and the subliminal messages relayed to her by a deluded father whose visions and illusions sought for nothing more than watching at least one of his children succeed in the arena, indifferent to whether the other perished for the cost of such a victory. Jealously is Adrianna’s biggest weakness, due to the compression on their social skills as children both of the siblings were mentally impaired in some form, this manifested in Adrianna and her selfishness and lack of any positive attention drove her to be the green eyed monster itself. If another was better than her at anything, even if she wasn’t particularly bothered about the subject or interested in the event she’d still feel an urge, an inexplainable longing to conqueror the other and prove that she could do it better than anyone else, even if she in fact couldn’t. It wasn’t just in competitive sports and schooling, Adrianna’s rage was often directed on her brother, if he excelled in something and was given praise in their training, a rare and valued moment in both of their lives, Adrianna would often strike with a snarky comment, being extremely witty and sarcastic these came easily.
Their relationship, despite that, was intense, being wedged together from day one and training in each-others company hour after hour ensured that they knew each other without flaw, they could judge each-others movements, anticipate their actions and predict one another’s plans. This closeness is most likely what caused Adrianna to despise Khan’s love interest, although she thought it was acceptable for her to revel in male attention and interact with other male careers of this district, something she claimed to be tactically necessary, she did not appreciate Khan having the same luxury. In the end she was more than happy, thrilled even, to end the distraction and did not hold any remorse for the crime in which she committed. The murder of Annalise, something in which she was protected against and knew it. Adrianna had always been taught that people were like animals and like animals when the time came they had to be sacrificed, it was a means of survival, the food-chain in which she’d mentally placed everyone in society and being no fool she had not placed herself at the top. It was well known that Adrianna even admired the capitol, she found their dictatorship infatuating and the way in which they’d dealt with the rebellion of the past even more so, it was even idolized. While being indifferent to a high percentage of the population in District 4, Adrianna was by far more sociable than her sibling, this was merely a cleverly constructed ploy to educate herself in the mind of others, choosing only to socialize with others training as careers or those who had wealthy families and connections in all the right places. She was a fox, cunning and conniving, sly and devious, she had no boundaries, no limits and one expectation, to be someone more than she was, to have power, to have control and to be the centre in everyone’s conversations.
Family History:
Childhood was not necessarily easy for the wealthy, wild-eyed boy born to a well-off mother and father alongside his fraternal twin sister. From their infancy a mutual agreement was forged between mother and father that their children would be raised like wheat for harvest, they’d be tended to, cared for and given the needed additions to secure a strong, healthy growth before being offered when ripe to reap. It was never revealed what had driven the couple to pursue such dangerous endeavours for their children, it was rumoured that it was in relation to a family feud undisbursed and rarely mentioned, it was even rumoured that the children had only been born for the very purpose of being offered as sheep to the slaughter. Infancy was perhaps the only stage in Khan’s life in which he’d experience mental piece and inner-tranquillity, the few years in which his mind would not be toyed with and his brain would not be churned and morphed into what others intended it to be. District 4 provided the perfect location for the operation to begin and under his father’s declaration and eager characteristics it was proclaimed that both children would begin to at least learn techniques when their fourth birthdays arrived.
The toddler years soon bypassed the siblings and before they were aware of it the cruelty of the world was soon heavy upon their shoulders, burdening them both with a weight their parents demanded be thrust upon them again and again. Even their chores were part of their scheduled routine, Khan would often be told he could not return home unless a certain amount of fish were caught, this would be decided on the day in comparison to the weather and seasons… sometimes the goal was purposely set to an unreachable level to ensure boy would be offered to the elements and body would become accustomed to the bitter bite of winter’s jaws or the daunting suffocations that the summer sun beat upon the body. Unknown to the lad this was all a part of the bigger picture, the stick in which he used to spear the fish in which he had to wait patiently for hours upon hours for would later in life be exchanged for the spear or a finely carved dagger and the endurance in which he gained through swimming would be a later addition to his cardio and overall fitness. It was only when the duo reached the age of 9 that they began being pitched against each-other, urged to wrestle or to chase, some days one would be sent off to hide amongst the thickets and reeds and remain hidden while the other would be given a tracker’s duty. These hours were long and labouring, the capacity of a child’s brain is not meant to be able to concentrate on one particular thing for that amount of time, but Khan’s father was well aware of this and in the moments of distractions and trivial pursuits there would be a compensating punishment. As a child such punishments were not physical, instead they were mentally straining, the poison of them ensured that mind would be constructed in the manner of a soldier, a well-oiled machine. But as age brought durability and nonchalance the punishments became more akin to those of a peacemaker, perhaps a lash to the back or a whip to the chest or several hours of tying and untying the fabrics which created the spine of a net.
Seasons were often judged on the weather as other than that they seemed so similar, the days seemed to blur into one consistent mess maintained by an endless array of repetitive and reoccurring hours. Thought something peculiar happened in Khan’s 12th summer, his education had not been neglected and Khan, like other children, had been part of the compulsory necessity to be involved in schooling. He’d been well acquainted with his classmates and even besides the fact he did not consider himself in possession of enough time to truly interact with them he had been well-known for his sporting achievements. It was while taking part in one of these events that Khan first found his unfathomable infatuation with Annalise. She was a lethal, her reflexes unchallenged and her beauty out of reach for all those she seemed to surround herself with. Her face so perfectly pale it appeared as if the first sheet of winter’s snow had been taken afresh from the earth and rested upon her, there was a glow upon her cheeks so red it wept the same colour as spilt blood and her smile was beyond memorable, the way it probed the faintest indents into her dimpled cheeks and set a fire blazing beneath the thick waves of her dark lashes could cause your breath to still and your heart to take flight from beneath its cage and escape to perhaps the capitol and all the way back. Although Adrianna, Khan’s sister did not approve of the gesture, Khan was only too keen to invite his first ‘crush’ back to train with him. The blonde maiden was far faster, her footfalls untraceable, the sound of her breathing quieter than the beat of a bird’s wing or the hum of the wind in the distant canyons. Even upon the water she moved as air, the leaves did not dare break beneath her feet and a single stick would find it appalling to snap beneath her toes, Khan found himself idolising the deadly damsel much to the distaste of his sister. After the initial first weeks Khan and Anna became inseparable, his strategies and abilities began to mirror those of his opponent as they continued to learn from each-other, taking the other’s weakness and making it armour, forging it from the ashes of a known wreckage to become a strength and a form of protection.
The years progressed and Khan’s 15th summer arrived in what seemed like a heart-beat. The crush he had, had on his comrade had developed further, the feelings felt towards her had never dwindled and the emotional blindness it caused him were obvious. It had become impossible to want to hurt her, his sparring partner in which violence had once come so easily was now fading, his heartlessness and earlier years were slowly being drained by a need to protect the one he considered important rather than fight to injure or hurt her. Although Khan might have gone oblivious to his slip into oblivion, the watchful Adrianna had not. She had silently assessed and analysed each moment they spent together, quietly considering the possibilities of deceit, the error it could cause if they were both perhaps put into the arena together, the fact in which she only now doubted her brother’s ability to slay the girl in which he’d become so attached that his upbringing, some might even say programming, was beginning to be replaced by an emotional connection in which he had never had with another human being. This weakness was not acceptable, not only could it be fatal but it sincerely sickened her and after secretive deliberations with her father it was agreed that the object of Khan’s fascination should be disposed of. Annalise being a girl with no extended family and only a frail mother forced to provide for herself by creating the fishermen’s nets would not be sorely missed and with their father’s wealth the incident could be covered up without much trouble. It was a normal evening and Khan had eagerly met Anna for the spar in which they had upon the rugged white sands of the beach, its absorbing, rough texture and weighted clutch a needed asset to sharpening their abilities. Though it equated in how each session now seemed to end, with Anna settled atop Khan’s torso embraced in a passionate kiss. This time was not like the others, Adrianna whom had been lurking within the reeds deciphering her plan finally lunged into action, the launch of her figure upon the unsuspecting duo left little struggle as an equally well trained-Devlin was easily able to secure Annalise by the throat with her limbs coiled around the girl’s waist and a hand tight upon her hair, jerking her head backwards made sure that it was clear to all members of the party that there was a dagger pressed to a very vulnerable jugular. With a sneering smile and a madness Khan had failed to notice in his sister’s stare he was forced to listen to her sickly-sweet explanation of how it would better him, of how it was for the greater-good, that this distraction would be his downfall and ultimately lead to his death. Then of course the finale, the first death he truly witnessed and in all the years he’d spent preparing he could not have been ready for the ache which tore through his chest and the burn which devoured his heart until it was left as rubble, dully wedged within a painfully still torso.
Khan’s instinct was to retaliate, to seek a vengeance which smothered his composure and shattered his mind until the fragments bounced aimlessly within his skull with no hope of repair. The assault was short-lived however as the feeling of his father’s hand, crisp and tight within the bitter chill of the evening air, tightened around his throat, prying him free from his sister’s subdued form and afar from the limp, lifeless corpse sprawled across the beach. The explanation given to him was not enough to numb the sensations of hate, the ability to reach for remorse had been torn from him and unlike others which may have perhaps gone into mourning and refused to convert back to normality, Khan did the complete opposite and instantly returned to the schedule he’d previous had with his sister, a routine in which he now purposely sought moments of relief through witnessing another’s pain, such a sight bringing gratification which self-pity could not provide. A void however had been created and Khan found himself gravitating towards the women who were already enticed by the capabilities of his conniving charm, somewhat searching for an impossible replacement and instead tossing hearts aside like waste he began to seek only self-satisfaction and momentary glimpses of escape and forgetfulness that soon reoccurred under the realisation that his lips were not upon those of Annalise. Due to intelligence, Khan ensured that the damage done by the ‘unexplainable’ disappearance of Annalise was not evident by continuing his lightly promiscuous attitude and flaunting an indifferent nature to all obstacles presented to him. Besides there was the constant factor of hiding all ulterior thoughts from estranged sibling, her pride in the act seemed forever smeared upon her satisfied lips and her subtle suggestions that they could have shared the task. Such malevolence could not be blamed on her though and even though he wished it he could not find the ability to blame it on his father, some ingrained loyalty refused to destroy the ties bound like iron to blood through a brainwashing childhood and instead Khan would blame the rest of humanity and desired to showcase such intentions when the 18th reaping of his existence was to occur.
District: Four
Age: 16
Face Claim: Jessy Schram
Adrianna’s Appearance;
Born into hatred and raised to be wild and barbaric girl had obtained a rather unruly appearance. The glow from her eyes seemed to reflect the same light that those of an animal may when the moon catches a faint glimpse in the darkness, they were estranged, crazed even, the coldest blue in which you could possibly imagine, it was almost as if someone had stolen two cups of water from the depths of the Antarctic and injected them beneath the shade of lengthy, seductive lashes. Her lips were full, plump and luscious but when she smiled it was crooked, an imperfect broken line which indented a single dimple on her right cheek, a sinister effect which when she’d give a suggestive smirk would ignite the electricity within her eyes and would consequently scream malevolence. The flow of her hair was often undisturbed, tatty and mattered for a proportion of the time, for a great deal of time was spent training and during those hours she often dismissed her appearance and preferred to allow the elements to craft the glowing blonde strands into whatever creation they intended to be sat upon her head. However for school she’d make somewhat of an effort, either tying it back and leaving a side-swept fringe to dote on her left cheek or permit it to cascade in faint, tumbling curls between her defined shoulder blades and hang loosely over her modest chest.
The colour of her skin paled in comparison to her brother, even beneath the sun’s compelling rays and the days long hours she never appeared to darken, instead she had the same snowy texture that her mother had inherited, the same ice-cold flesh that enhanced the dark scrutiny of her murderously unforgiving, patronizing stare. She too had been scarred badly through her adolescence, the skin in which was hidden beneath her clothing consisted of several lashings, the majority etched across her back while two settled upon her stomach and a final marking crept just above the edges of her shirt, reaching to wind around the base of her neck making it apparent to onlookers, when asked she’d simply state her carelessness and blame it on a fishing accident and a brief fight with a rope net, in which she’d boast that she’d naturally won. She stands smaller than her brother at an average 5’7, amongst her classmates she is neither the tallest or the smallest, simply something in-between. Adrianna does not look instantly threatening, her body though finely sculpted is not intimidating, her limbs are in proportion to the build of her body and her shoulders or neither broad nor wide. Adrianna, however, unlike her brother is actually far more talented in hand to hand combat, specifically groomed to use an opponents weight and power against them. Although she’s equally as skilled in stamina, Adrianna lacks any real accuracy with her attacks due to a mild inability with her hand eye coordination, she’d excel in a scuffle where both were equally armed but would be more likely to fail if it fell upon her to have to throw something or aim from a distance.
Personality and Relationships;
Adrianna is both obnoxious and impassioned when it comes to her part as a career. Unlike most she finds enjoyment in watching the games, this is due to her upbringing and the subliminal messages relayed to her by a deluded father whose visions and illusions sought for nothing more than watching at least one of his children succeed in the arena, indifferent to whether the other perished for the cost of such a victory. Jealously is Adrianna’s biggest weakness, due to the compression on their social skills as children both of the siblings were mentally impaired in some form, this manifested in Adrianna and her selfishness and lack of any positive attention drove her to be the green eyed monster itself. If another was better than her at anything, even if she wasn’t particularly bothered about the subject or interested in the event she’d still feel an urge, an inexplainable longing to conqueror the other and prove that she could do it better than anyone else, even if she in fact couldn’t. It wasn’t just in competitive sports and schooling, Adrianna’s rage was often directed on her brother, if he excelled in something and was given praise in their training, a rare and valued moment in both of their lives, Adrianna would often strike with a snarky comment, being extremely witty and sarcastic these came easily.
Their relationship, despite that, was intense, being wedged together from day one and training in each-others company hour after hour ensured that they knew each other without flaw, they could judge each-others movements, anticipate their actions and predict one another’s plans. This closeness is most likely what caused Adrianna to despise Khan’s love interest, although she thought it was acceptable for her to revel in male attention and interact with other male careers of this district, something she claimed to be tactically necessary, she did not appreciate Khan having the same luxury. In the end she was more than happy, thrilled even, to end the distraction and did not hold any remorse for the crime in which she committed. The murder of Annalise, something in which she was protected against and knew it. Adrianna had always been taught that people were like animals and like animals when the time came they had to be sacrificed, it was a means of survival, the food-chain in which she’d mentally placed everyone in society and being no fool she had not placed herself at the top. It was well known that Adrianna even admired the capitol, she found their dictatorship infatuating and the way in which they’d dealt with the rebellion of the past even more so, it was even idolized. While being indifferent to a high percentage of the population in District 4, Adrianna was by far more sociable than her sibling, this was merely a cleverly constructed ploy to educate herself in the mind of others, choosing only to socialize with others training as careers or those who had wealthy families and connections in all the right places. She was a fox, cunning and conniving, sly and devious, she had no boundaries, no limits and one expectation, to be someone more than she was, to have power, to have control and to be the centre in everyone’s conversations.
Family History:
Childhood was not necessarily easy for the wealthy, wild-eyed boy born to a well-off mother and father alongside his fraternal twin sister. From their infancy a mutual agreement was forged between mother and father that their children would be raised like wheat for harvest, they’d be tended to, cared for and given the needed additions to secure a strong, healthy growth before being offered when ripe to reap. It was never revealed what had driven the couple to pursue such dangerous endeavours for their children, it was rumoured that it was in relation to a family feud undisbursed and rarely mentioned, it was even rumoured that the children had only been born for the very purpose of being offered as sheep to the slaughter. Infancy was perhaps the only stage in Khan’s life in which he’d experience mental piece and inner-tranquillity, the few years in which his mind would not be toyed with and his brain would not be churned and morphed into what others intended it to be. District 4 provided the perfect location for the operation to begin and under his father’s declaration and eager characteristics it was proclaimed that both children would begin to at least learn techniques when their fourth birthdays arrived.
The toddler years soon bypassed the siblings and before they were aware of it the cruelty of the world was soon heavy upon their shoulders, burdening them both with a weight their parents demanded be thrust upon them again and again. Even their chores were part of their scheduled routine, Khan would often be told he could not return home unless a certain amount of fish were caught, this would be decided on the day in comparison to the weather and seasons… sometimes the goal was purposely set to an unreachable level to ensure boy would be offered to the elements and body would become accustomed to the bitter bite of winter’s jaws or the daunting suffocations that the summer sun beat upon the body. Unknown to the lad this was all a part of the bigger picture, the stick in which he used to spear the fish in which he had to wait patiently for hours upon hours for would later in life be exchanged for the spear or a finely carved dagger and the endurance in which he gained through swimming would be a later addition to his cardio and overall fitness. It was only when the duo reached the age of 9 that they began being pitched against each-other, urged to wrestle or to chase, some days one would be sent off to hide amongst the thickets and reeds and remain hidden while the other would be given a tracker’s duty. These hours were long and labouring, the capacity of a child’s brain is not meant to be able to concentrate on one particular thing for that amount of time, but Khan’s father was well aware of this and in the moments of distractions and trivial pursuits there would be a compensating punishment. As a child such punishments were not physical, instead they were mentally straining, the poison of them ensured that mind would be constructed in the manner of a soldier, a well-oiled machine. But as age brought durability and nonchalance the punishments became more akin to those of a peacemaker, perhaps a lash to the back or a whip to the chest or several hours of tying and untying the fabrics which created the spine of a net.
Seasons were often judged on the weather as other than that they seemed so similar, the days seemed to blur into one consistent mess maintained by an endless array of repetitive and reoccurring hours. Thought something peculiar happened in Khan’s 12th summer, his education had not been neglected and Khan, like other children, had been part of the compulsory necessity to be involved in schooling. He’d been well acquainted with his classmates and even besides the fact he did not consider himself in possession of enough time to truly interact with them he had been well-known for his sporting achievements. It was while taking part in one of these events that Khan first found his unfathomable infatuation with Annalise. She was a lethal, her reflexes unchallenged and her beauty out of reach for all those she seemed to surround herself with. Her face so perfectly pale it appeared as if the first sheet of winter’s snow had been taken afresh from the earth and rested upon her, there was a glow upon her cheeks so red it wept the same colour as spilt blood and her smile was beyond memorable, the way it probed the faintest indents into her dimpled cheeks and set a fire blazing beneath the thick waves of her dark lashes could cause your breath to still and your heart to take flight from beneath its cage and escape to perhaps the capitol and all the way back. Although Adrianna, Khan’s sister did not approve of the gesture, Khan was only too keen to invite his first ‘crush’ back to train with him. The blonde maiden was far faster, her footfalls untraceable, the sound of her breathing quieter than the beat of a bird’s wing or the hum of the wind in the distant canyons. Even upon the water she moved as air, the leaves did not dare break beneath her feet and a single stick would find it appalling to snap beneath her toes, Khan found himself idolising the deadly damsel much to the distaste of his sister. After the initial first weeks Khan and Anna became inseparable, his strategies and abilities began to mirror those of his opponent as they continued to learn from each-other, taking the other’s weakness and making it armour, forging it from the ashes of a known wreckage to become a strength and a form of protection.
The years progressed and Khan’s 15th summer arrived in what seemed like a heart-beat. The crush he had, had on his comrade had developed further, the feelings felt towards her had never dwindled and the emotional blindness it caused him were obvious. It had become impossible to want to hurt her, his sparring partner in which violence had once come so easily was now fading, his heartlessness and earlier years were slowly being drained by a need to protect the one he considered important rather than fight to injure or hurt her. Although Khan might have gone oblivious to his slip into oblivion, the watchful Adrianna had not. She had silently assessed and analysed each moment they spent together, quietly considering the possibilities of deceit, the error it could cause if they were both perhaps put into the arena together, the fact in which she only now doubted her brother’s ability to slay the girl in which he’d become so attached that his upbringing, some might even say programming, was beginning to be replaced by an emotional connection in which he had never had with another human being. This weakness was not acceptable, not only could it be fatal but it sincerely sickened her and after secretive deliberations with her father it was agreed that the object of Khan’s fascination should be disposed of. Annalise being a girl with no extended family and only a frail mother forced to provide for herself by creating the fishermen’s nets would not be sorely missed and with their father’s wealth the incident could be covered up without much trouble. It was a normal evening and Khan had eagerly met Anna for the spar in which they had upon the rugged white sands of the beach, its absorbing, rough texture and weighted clutch a needed asset to sharpening their abilities. Though it equated in how each session now seemed to end, with Anna settled atop Khan’s torso embraced in a passionate kiss. This time was not like the others, Adrianna whom had been lurking within the reeds deciphering her plan finally lunged into action, the launch of her figure upon the unsuspecting duo left little struggle as an equally well trained-Devlin was easily able to secure Annalise by the throat with her limbs coiled around the girl’s waist and a hand tight upon her hair, jerking her head backwards made sure that it was clear to all members of the party that there was a dagger pressed to a very vulnerable jugular. With a sneering smile and a madness Khan had failed to notice in his sister’s stare he was forced to listen to her sickly-sweet explanation of how it would better him, of how it was for the greater-good, that this distraction would be his downfall and ultimately lead to his death. Then of course the finale, the first death he truly witnessed and in all the years he’d spent preparing he could not have been ready for the ache which tore through his chest and the burn which devoured his heart until it was left as rubble, dully wedged within a painfully still torso.
Khan’s instinct was to retaliate, to seek a vengeance which smothered his composure and shattered his mind until the fragments bounced aimlessly within his skull with no hope of repair. The assault was short-lived however as the feeling of his father’s hand, crisp and tight within the bitter chill of the evening air, tightened around his throat, prying him free from his sister’s subdued form and afar from the limp, lifeless corpse sprawled across the beach. The explanation given to him was not enough to numb the sensations of hate, the ability to reach for remorse had been torn from him and unlike others which may have perhaps gone into mourning and refused to convert back to normality, Khan did the complete opposite and instantly returned to the schedule he’d previous had with his sister, a routine in which he now purposely sought moments of relief through witnessing another’s pain, such a sight bringing gratification which self-pity could not provide. A void however had been created and Khan found himself gravitating towards the women who were already enticed by the capabilities of his conniving charm, somewhat searching for an impossible replacement and instead tossing hearts aside like waste he began to seek only self-satisfaction and momentary glimpses of escape and forgetfulness that soon reoccurred under the realisation that his lips were not upon those of Annalise. Due to intelligence, Khan ensured that the damage done by the ‘unexplainable’ disappearance of Annalise was not evident by continuing his lightly promiscuous attitude and flaunting an indifferent nature to all obstacles presented to him. Besides there was the constant factor of hiding all ulterior thoughts from estranged sibling, her pride in the act seemed forever smeared upon her satisfied lips and her subtle suggestions that they could have shared the task. Such malevolence could not be blamed on her though and even though he wished it he could not find the ability to blame it on his father, some ingrained loyalty refused to destroy the ties bound like iron to blood through a brainwashing childhood and instead Khan would blame the rest of humanity and desired to showcase such intentions when the 18th reaping of his existence was to occur.
