KINGSTON BARONE

the basics

full name ♦ Kingston Elia Barone
nicknames ♦ King, KB
age ♦ Twenty-nine
birthday ♦ May 8, 1989
occupation ♦ Veterinarian
school ♦ Phalanx Home
species ♦ Human
ability/power ♦ Vitakinesis (health manipulation/regenerative healing)
how the ability works ♦ While his powers can bolster his own healing to a slightly accelerated rate, his ability really only applies to other living beings rather than himself. He is able to heal most physical ailments, broken bones, and physical wounds - the time and effort it takes depends on the extent of the damage to the other being. It physically drains his energy to do, so the more extensive the wound, the harder it is for him to heal it in one go without support or resting. If he doesn't take care of himself, is ill, or is generally running on empty with no sleep, his ability is severely hindered due to the physical toll on him. He cannot bring a creature back to life, nor can he reattach severed limbs beyond what is medically possible without his ability. He finds it easier to heal animals than humans, as their bodies in general (in the small animal clinic he works in) tend to be smaller and therefore less demanding from him so he's able to see multiple patients throughout the day without becoming too worn down.
gender ♦ Cis-male, he/him pronouns
sexuality ♦ Homosexual

the appearance

face claim ♦ Matthew Daddario
height and weight ♦ 6'3"&200lbs
identifying features ♦ No piercings or tattoos, but he does have a scar down his right forearm from breaking it when he was a kid.
overall appearance ♦ Tall and lanky, with dark brown hair and bright brown eyes. He's rarely clean shaven, preferring the scruffy look of a beard on his face to that of being "baby-faced." King prefers to dress nicely and appear (mostly) professional when he's out anywhere, so button ups and slacks or nice jeans are his usual go to - occasionally he boils his wardrobe down to scrubs instead because he hates doing laundry. At home, however, he is in basketball shorts, baseball caps, and sleeveless shirts nearly all year-round. He has a friendly air, almost always smiling even when in a bad mood, and gives off a generally approachable aura. He is relatively fit, although largely in the sense of he's not packing a beer gut rather than rippling pectorals and washboard abs.

the personality

likes ♦ summer, thunderstorms, nature, animals, basketball, joking around, southern/comfort food, hand holding, intimacy, sex, comedic movies, b-side horror movies
dislikes ♦ hypocrites, being stuck inside, winter (northern winters, not nola winters), cigarette smoke, body odor, being sick, airplanes
strengths ♦ personable, outgoing, ambitious, caring, generous
weaknesses ♦ stubborn, arrogant, inhibited, jealous, workaholic
dreams ♦ to own his own farm one day
fears ♦ being alone the rest of his life
overall personality ♦ King is very friendly and sociable, loves people almost as much as he loves animals, and can be anybody's best friend if they just let him. King is literally one of those people that you can approach and say "Hi I'm (name), we're friends now" and he's like "Okay, let's have a drink to celebrate." He really doesn't know a stranger, and his closest friends are all treated like family. He feels this way particularly so because he no longer lives close to his immediate family, and hasn't since he was a teenager when he was sent to Phalanx Home in order to learn more about his abilities. For someone who generally is a social butterfly and considers him self to be very kind, he is stubborn, and full of himself, and he won't hesitate to fight someone for a person he cares about. King may come across as putting on a front, that he's really not as friendly as he tries to be, or sometimes people just aren't in the best mood and don't tolerate his humor as well as he might like. He wouldn't really consider himself abrasive, although some people may see his usually pleasant as just that (or his arrogance). Overall, though, he genuinely does love to be around people, but he can also be the type of friend that you hang out with in the same room doing totally separate things. There isn't a whole lot that will straight piss him off quickly, with exception to things that would set off any human with a remotely normal moral compass. He's passionate, ambitious and driven, and it manifests in his work ethic largely. Kingston tends to work himself to the point of exhaustion, only to either go home and crash or go to a bar to hang out and drink his exhaustion away.

the history

father ♦ Frank Barone, 58, owner of a horse and cattle farm.
mother ♦ Jacqueline Barone, 57, co-owner of family horse and cattle farm/homemaker.
siblings ♦ Savanna Barone, 31.
important people ♦ Alyssa Barone, 15, niece.
hometown ♦ Outside of Wilmington, NC.
overall history ♦

joy

Growing up on a farm was, although often hard work, exactly where you were content to be. It was cathartic, even for a wild five year old following in his father's footsteps through the pasture to milk the cows early in the morning hours. You've been riding horses as long as you can remember, and it's a place that pure joy overtakes you even to this day. You were shown and learned a love for animals that was unmatched, seeing your father work with the cattle or your mother's gentle hands working with a young foal. You didn't understand, until you got older, how someone couldn't love it. How someone could shirk such a wondrous responsibility to care for these creatures. You decided young that you were going to be a veterinarian, and while you'd always intended to have your own farm in North Carolina one day just like your father, your future took you down a slightly different path.

pride

You were young when you first realized your talent - as your mother called it - for healing. She had the same sort of ability, as did her father and other generations back in her family, so she expected it in her children. Your sister seemed to have the flip side of the coin, able to heal herself, but your particular talent lay in the ability to heal others. Your mother noticed it the first time you were allowed to actually aid in the birth of a foal on the farm, not just watch the goings on, and it happened to be this time that there were complications. Nothing your father and the vet hadn't seen or had to handle before, but you seemed to take like a fish to water in the situation. When it was unclear if the foal would make it through the night, your mother let you stay out in the barn with it, occasionally bringing you hot tea or cookies and other snacks as you sat with a blanket over your lap and the foal laying there with you. The longer it laid with you, the easier it breathed and by morning it was able to stand much easier on its own. You weren't conscious of your own effort, only that you were so tired the next morning that you slept all day. It wasn't long after this that you were sent off to Phalanx Home in order to better hone your abilities and learn to use them, and there you stayed until college.

fear

The first time you consciously realized where your attention was while changing the locker room, you were in ninth grade. There had been inklings in your mind as you'd come of age to explore hormone induced interest in anything sexual, your thoughts had wandered and you'd been very confused by it when you would catch yourself. That didn't make sense, after all. It wasn't all the time, but the more you tried to block it out, the more it came back to bite you when you were alone. You were afraid of it, confused by it, unsure of it. You forced yourself not to accept it out of that fear, made sure you weren't without a girlfriend for long, even if you didn't actually care about them as more than just a friend (which was most of the time). It wasn't until college, with a long distance girlfriend at home but a roommate who's best friend was gay, that you didn't fear those thoughts quite as much. Not because the other male was gay, but because he was the type of person you felt comfortable discussing your confusion with, which hadn't had before, no matter his orientation. He understood, and it helped a little.

disgust

You can remember the shame and disgust you felt the first time you caved to your thoughts in any fashion. It wasn't the act, necessarily, of being intimate with a man that upset you so much - it was the fact that you'd had no self control and had enjoyed it in a way you didn't quite enjoy women. There was more than just a physical gratification, and even if the emotions you'd felt had been brought to the surface in part by the alcohol in your system. You hadn't reacted well when you woke up next to the guy, nor when you'd seen him on campus the rest of the school year. For someone so outgoing and social, you instead ducked your head and avoided eye contact, staying as far away as possible as you rushed across campus to class. It wasn't even the other male you were disgusted with, it was yourself, but seeing him brought those feelings back to the surface yet again. Freshman year was a rollercoaster of struggle with those emotions, and the rest of your college experience wasn't that much better on that front.

sadness

Most of your time was spent on your studies, and that part of your college experience brought you happiness. You weren't necessarily the most academically inclined, but you were ambitious and determined, and that made up for the areas you lacked. But your social life lacked often, in part because you pushed yourself so hard academically. That part was harder for you, being the social creature that you are, and finding a balance was more difficult than you anticipated. You struggled with it through undergraduate more than when you started veterinary school, but even then, it was still a struggle. There was just so much that had to be done that you couldn't spare the time like you might have otherwise liked. But you kept telling yourself all you had to do was just push through school and everything would be fine.

anger

While you were in vet school, you met Noella. Still struggling as you were with accepting yourself still on top of your struggle with balancing academic and social lives, she was something of a breath of fresh air. You were good friends more than anything, who would occasionally share a bed. Then you came to share an apartment. After you did your externship in New Orleans, you and her sat down and had a conversation about her moving with you when you accepted a job at the clinic pending graduation. Even though you'd wanted originally to return to your home state and work with large animals, you'd found a love for exotic species too while in school. The clinic you now work at also sees exotic animals, which keeps your day to day interesting. But when things ended with Noella, and you parted ways and moved out of your shared apartment in New Orleans, nothing was quite as tolerable as it had been. You were angry at a lot of things, a lot of the time, including yourself and even her - even though she hadn't done anything in particular to be angry at.

surprise

With time - and the help of a therapist you finally sought after the suggestion of a friend pointed you in that direction -, your anger ebbed some. Your world began to stabilize as you found a form of support you hadn't ever considered you may need. You surprised yourself as you started to feel better than you had in years as you felt you had more control over your life. You still aren't 100% even now, three years later, mind you. But you're better, and for you, that's a pretty huge deal. Happy is relative, but at least you're once again content.

the role player

alias ♦ Kaz
age ♦ 28
pronouns ♦ She/her
code ♦ ADMIN EDIT
other characters ♦ None yet