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FOR MY GROUP

“Not all who wander are lost.”
KITRI “KIT” CLARKE
Age: 28
D.O.B : April 21rst, 2041
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 6’2” / 169 lbs
Inventory:
▸ Sniper Rifle / Pistols
▸ Grappling Hook
▸ Street Bike
▸ Bike Helmet
▸ Lollipops
▸ Cell Phone

Personality:
Kitri Clarke has a captivating, magnetic personality, maintaining a brilliant aura about him. If he walks into a room full of people he doesn’t know, he will walk out of it knowing most of them, willing to strike up a conversation with strangers with little hesitation. Eager for personable knowledge and socialization, he is empathetic and looking to connect with others- though this can be muddied with his nativity and innate belief that people are naturally good. This desire to be approachable has him self-conscious about his appearance, making him rather vain, fretting over how he looks and constantly checking reflective surfaces for touch ups. He, however, doesn’t manage well if left alone to his own devices. Without a team to motivate him, he will more than likely fail.

Tackling problems and projects with a head on approach, it is clear that Kit thrives when he can interact physically and work with his hands. Supporting this are his numerous hobbies such as up keep on his various vehicles. Not the brightest when it comes to issues that require much thinking or knowledge, but he makes up for it in intent and heart.

He also has a penchant for the otherworldly. It seems attracted to him as he’s open-minded and actively searching for it, dragging those around him into odd situations. Strange circumstances and creatures find their way to him, giving him a wide arsenal of scenarios to recall upon for in the moment knowledge. His forte is handling the unexpected, unnatural, and the mysterious. It seems he finds a home in the chaotic, as that’s where he is most comfortable, making split-second decisions based on gut feelings and rolling with the punches, wrapping himself in a cocoon of disorder. His true intentions are unknown.

Strengths | Weaknesses:
Passionate: Kit is heaps of energy and curiosity poured into one body. Things that capture his interest, his duty, and loyalty to serving his small faction of the government outmatch many. This motivation is contagious due to his charming and social personality, making him a great team leader and figure of the public eye.
Combat Experience: Partaking in every training course offered by the Government, Kit has been exposed to a wide range of fighting styles, situations, and weapon / equipment management. None of these courses did he excel in or stand in the top percentage of the group, but the basic ideas were absorbed and that knowledge learned was put on display during final testing.
Leadership / Teamwork: It’s said that teamwork makes the dream work and that philosophy is a foundation of Kits core personality. His relaxed behavior and open-mindedness allow him to encourage others to do their best and be themselves around him. That kind of trust can be invaluable to those who find themselves in a leader position such as Kitri.
Odd Knowledge: From the wide array of situations Kitri’s found (or put) himself in, he has a large pool to draw from. He’s spouted off facts from ancient tribal knowledge to current politics, despite showing no real interest in either. However, this information isn’t vast or in-depth, only remembering tidbits and fun facts.

Vain: Appearances and social status are vehemently important to Kitri. The type to get dolled up for a midnight run to the nearest local grocery market. Maintaining his looks and how he is perceived by others is a top priority and will mold his actions based on the situation. If given the choice between scaling a dangerous mountain cliff or trekking through swamps, he will take the first choice without a second thought, because the other option is NOT an option.
Chaotic: It’s hard to tell what Kit’s thinking and what he may do next. A wild card and a jack of all trades, he has just enough knowledge in an extensive amount of fields to be dangerous. He portrays himself as dumber than to be believed he actually is. Formulating ideas and solutions that favor fantasy more than reality, it’s a gamble if he can successfully pull back from the brink when the time calls for it.
Instincts First: Gut feelings and knee-jerk reflexes are Kit’s bread and butter. His natural habitat is residing in situations where all is unknown, including the outcome. He has a strong tendency to lean on his ‘gut reaction’ in handling situations, which offers gambling probabilities on whether or not he will be successful. Human error, misreading situations, and frustrating plans that a calculated, straightforward approach would have solved are highly possible.
Mysticism: Lost to an otherworldly realm of fantasy, he is enamored with the supernatural. Documenting, experiencing, and researching it. Motives and decisions are heavily influenced by this innate desire to dig deeper into the unknown. It’s uncertain whether or not he prioritizes this over being a leader of the people.

Goals:
▸ Short-Term
▸ Be as good of a leader as he can for ARC and its agents
▸ Find a way to convince his mom she’s not getting grandkids until he finds a cryptid
▸ Long-Term
▸ Obtain undeniable proof of a cryptid that he can share with non-believers (Miu)

Branch: Combat / Cryptozoology
▸ Kit’s physique and natural attunement to combat training encouraged him to pursue delving deeper into the Combat branch of the government. His over-eager attitude has him sufficient in a wide variety of combat techniques, but a master of none.
▸ More influenced and self proclaimed, Kits’ off hours are spent researching the otherworldly. If there’s a secret Bigfoot handshake, he probably knows it.

History:
In the midst of a warm spring night in the hospitals of Negril, Jamaica the wails of Tiyanna Clarke echoed through empty halls. It had been a difficult pregnancy and now a harder labor. As the clock ticked from 11:59 PM into midnight, making it officially April 21rst, Kitri Clarke was born. This date would haunt Kit for the rest of his life, always known as a missed opportunity. If only he had been a few seconds faster, he could’ve been born in the last few minutes of 4/20.

Shortly after he was born, his mother gave birth to another child, a girl they named Noe. Together, their upbringing was as normal as a kids could be. The Clarke parents were hands-off in the upbringing of their children, allowing them to fumble and make their own mistakes to learn from. Encouraging them and giving them the space to pursue the things that interested them. Attending school, weekends of cartoons and comics, sweet summer breaks, childish mischief made their younger years breeze by. Kit was adventurous and energetic, he found a place within the Boy Scouts community which itched the desire he had to delve into nature and learn various life skills while being sociable. His sister found her interests on the darker side of life, dabbling in Wiccan beliefs and a fascination with death.

A tradition called ‘nature night’ brought the family together despite their busy schedules to camp in their backyard with a tent and fire, roasting weenies and marshmallows while telling stories that ranged from urban legends and ghost stories to murder mysteries. Kit was a natural at telling stories just like his mother, weaving together intricate chapters pieced together as he went, most of it improv.

Kits intrigue in the unknown sparked here, as he would lie awake hours after bedtime to ruminate further on the tales spun by his family. Were ghosts real? What about the secret city of Atlantis? Did crossing a river while being chased by a Duppy really stop them? As he got older, his hunger for trekking into the mysteries of life only grew. Countless hours were spent online pouring over forum posts and video evidence. It was decided early on that after he graduated high school, he would move to America. Some of the best cryptid stories came from within the states.

Graduating and moving out with a tearful goodbye from his parents, Kitri moved to America and began his nomadic lifestyle. Moving constantly, chasing after the ideas of cryptids, following any leads he could get from locals. Just a one-man Scooby Doo with a motorcycle instead of a Mystery Machine. Then he had a fateful encounter.

Following up on an old, popular story from 2007 in Cuero, Texas about an incident involving a Chupacabra, Kit had a self-proclaimed run in with the notorious blood-sucker. Spending the night in a vast pasture, clothed in ‘a cow disguise’, about to nod off when the panicked mooing of his nearby livestock companions shook him from the grasp of sleep. Standing up to his full height, something small and hunched over darted just out of sight, leaving behind a stumbling cow in its wake, flank bleeding profusely. Kit shot off after the creature as it lunged at another cow, grabbing its attention before he could reach it, causing it to turn on him.

Fighting off the snapping predator, Kit managed to get away with only one huge bite on his arm (that would scar and prove to be a talking point and ‘evidence’ in the future) before the creature fled as a source of bright lights flooded the pasture. The blinding lights sweeping over the billowing fields of grass belonged to none other than the military force ARC. This was Kitri’s first encounter with both a cryptid and ARC, but it wouldn’t be his last. As Kitri and ARC ran into each other on multiple instances while tracking cryptids, the current commander began to recognize the audacious Jamaican. It seemed Kit and ARC had aligning interests.

Months after Kitri’s 22nd birthday, once he ran into Arc and the commander again, they offered him a position within ARC. He took it if it meant he could have a stable income while pursuing his interests. In this environment, he thrived. Taking every training course they offered him if it was physical, hands-on, or about cryptids. He was sectioned off into a small ‘A-team’ squad that included Miu, and together their small squadron worked together until the commanders retirement years later.

Kitri was close to him and deemed a perfect fit for a leadership position, he was promoted even though he was still a rookie. Miu was promoted shortly after, probably in hopes of looking after the newbie and to keep him from running the place into the ground. They balanced each other out.

Unfortunately, ARC began to fade into obscurity, becoming the Government's least funded and respected branch. A laughing stock and a place to send insubordinate soldiers as punishment, Kit still believed in his cause and stayed. Even if the world forgot about them and their isolated base in Colorado, he was determined to prove to the world that ARC still had a place in society. That he and his insatiable curiosity for the unknown still had a place in the world.

Fighting Style: Kit is a jack of all trades, master of none. With combat training in both close quarters and ranged, he can hold himself in most offensive situations. His favored method of combat is ranged, using his sniper rifle and pistols to keep at a distance- he doesn’t want his pretty face or abs to get bruised. He’s a sharp shooter and can land most shots, relishing the challenge of a long distance snipe. Using distance to his advantage, he can offer offensive and defensive tactics, but almost always uses “overpower” tactics versus having any kind of reserve.

Likes:
His street bike
Lollipops (Helps fight the need for a cigarette)
Holidays (Each is a new chance to get proof of the holiday mascots existence)
Telling stories
Phone games

Dislikes:
Spiders
Cigarette smell
Black licorice (The devil's candy)
Cold pizza (reheat it you HEATHENS)
Swamps

Extra:
Campaigner / ENFP personality type
Vehemently still believes in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny. They are cryptids!!!!
Swears on his mom that there’s a tiny cleaning fairy named Beanathan that roams the campus. But it’s really shy and that’s why no one but him has seen it!! He makes sure to leave out little treats for them.
Stress smokes when a lollipop just doesn’t cut it.
Firmly believes in the cryptid Mr. Thiccums (totally not made up, he’s real and has a motorcycle and an eyepatch)

Timezone: CST
Terms of Agreement:
I acknowledge and agree that ARC is not liable to any injuries or even a death that could occur either on or off duty.
(ILL ADD THE SIG WHEN I GET HOME, ITS FIGHTING ME!)

Description
FOR MY GROUP

“Not all who wander are lost.”
KITRI “KIT” CLARKE
Age: 28
D.O.B : April 21rst, 2041
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 6’2” / 169 lbs
Inventory:
▸ Sniper Rifle / Pistols
▸ Grappling Hook
▸ Street Bike
▸ Bike Helmet
▸ Lollipops
▸ Cell Phone

Personality:
Kitri Clarke has a captivating, magnetic personality, maintaining a brilliant aura about him. If he walks into a room full of people he doesn’t know, he will walk out of it knowing most of them, willing to strike up a conversation with strangers with little hesitation. Eager for personable knowledge and socialization, he is empathetic and looking to connect with others- though this can be muddied with his nativity and innate belief that people are naturally good. This desire to be approachable has him self-conscious about his appearance, making him rather vain, fretting over how he looks and constantly checking reflective surfaces for touch ups. He, however, doesn’t manage well if left alone to his own devices. Without a team to motivate him, he will more than likely fail.

Tackling problems and projects with a head on approach, it is clear that Kit thrives when he can interact physically and work with his hands. Supporting this are his numerous hobbies such as up keep on his various vehicles. Not the brightest when it comes to issues that require much thinking or knowledge, but he makes up for it in intent and heart.

He also has a penchant for the otherworldly. It seems attracted to him as he’s open-minded and actively searching for it, dragging those around him into odd situations. Strange circumstances and creatures find their way to him, giving him a wide arsenal of scenarios to recall upon for in the moment knowledge. His forte is handling the unexpected, unnatural, and the mysterious. It seems he finds a home in the chaotic, as that’s where he is most comfortable, making split-second decisions based on gut feelings and rolling with the punches, wrapping himself in a cocoon of disorder. His true intentions are unknown.

Strengths | Weaknesses:
Passionate: Kit is heaps of energy and curiosity poured into one body. Things that capture his interest, his duty, and loyalty to serving his small faction of the government outmatch many. This motivation is contagious due to his charming and social personality, making him a great team leader and figure of the public eye.
Combat Experience: Partaking in every training course offered by the Government, Kit has been exposed to a wide range of fighting styles, situations, and weapon / equipment management. None of these courses did he excel in or stand in the top percentage of the group, but the basic ideas were absorbed and that knowledge learned was put on display during final testing.
Leadership / Teamwork: It’s said that teamwork makes the dream work and that philosophy is a foundation of Kits core personality. His relaxed behavior and open-mindedness allow him to encourage others to do their best and be themselves around him. That kind of trust can be invaluable to those who find themselves in a leader position such as Kitri.
Odd Knowledge: From the wide array of situations Kitri’s found (or put) himself in, he has a large pool to draw from. He’s spouted off facts from ancient tribal knowledge to current politics, despite showing no real interest in either. However, this information isn’t vast or in-depth, only remembering tidbits and fun facts.

Vain: Appearances and social status are vehemently important to Kitri. The type to get dolled up for a midnight run to the nearest local grocery market. Maintaining his looks and how he is perceived by others is a top priority and will mold his actions based on the situation. If given the choice between scaling a dangerous mountain cliff or trekking through swamps, he will take the first choice without a second thought, because the other option is NOT an option.
Chaotic: It’s hard to tell what Kit’s thinking and what he may do next. A wild card and a jack of all trades, he has just enough knowledge in an extensive amount of fields to be dangerous. He portrays himself as dumber than to be believed he actually is. Formulating ideas and solutions that favor fantasy more than reality, it’s a gamble if he can successfully pull back from the brink when the time calls for it.
Instincts First: Gut feelings and knee-jerk reflexes are Kit’s bread and butter. His natural habitat is residing in situations where all is unknown, including the outcome. He has a strong tendency to lean on his ‘gut reaction’ in handling situations, which offers gambling probabilities on whether or not he will be successful. Human error, misreading situations, and frustrating plans that a calculated, straightforward approach would have solved are highly possible.
Mysticism: Lost to an otherworldly realm of fantasy, he is enamored with the supernatural. Documenting, experiencing, and researching it. Motives and decisions are heavily influenced by this innate desire to dig deeper into the unknown. It’s uncertain whether or not he prioritizes this over being a leader of the people.

Goals:
▸ Short-Term
▸ Be as good of a leader as he can for ARC and its agents
▸ Find a way to convince his mom she’s not getting grandkids until he finds a cryptid
▸ Long-Term
▸ Obtain undeniable proof of a cryptid that he can share with non-believers (Miu)

Branch: Combat / Cryptozoology
▸ Kit’s physique and natural attunement to combat training encouraged him to pursue delving deeper into the Combat branch of the government. His over-eager attitude has him sufficient in a wide variety of combat techniques, but a master of none.
▸ More influenced and self proclaimed, Kits’ off hours are spent researching the otherworldly. If there’s a secret Bigfoot handshake, he probably knows it.

History:
In the midst of a warm spring night in the hospitals of Negril, Jamaica the wails of Tiyanna Clarke echoed through empty halls. It had been a difficult pregnancy and now a harder labor. As the clock ticked from 11:59 PM into midnight, making it officially April 21rst, Kitri Clarke was born. This date would haunt Kit for the rest of his life, always known as a missed opportunity. If only he had been a few seconds faster, he could’ve been born in the last few minutes of 4/20.

Shortly after he was born, his mother gave birth to another child, a girl they named Noe. Together, their upbringing was as normal as a kids could be. The Clarke parents were hands-off in the upbringing of their children, allowing them to fumble and make their own mistakes to learn from. Encouraging them and giving them the space to pursue the things that interested them. Attending school, weekends of cartoons and comics, sweet summer breaks, childish mischief made their younger years breeze by. Kit was adventurous and energetic, he found a place within the Boy Scouts community which itched the desire he had to delve into nature and learn various life skills while being sociable. His sister found her interests on the darker side of life, dabbling in Wiccan beliefs and a fascination with death.

A tradition called ‘nature night’ brought the family together despite their busy schedules to camp in their backyard with a tent and fire, roasting weenies and marshmallows while telling stories that ranged from urban legends and ghost stories to murder mysteries. Kit was a natural at telling stories just like his mother, weaving together intricate chapters pieced together as he went, most of it improv.

Kits intrigue in the unknown sparked here, as he would lie awake hours after bedtime to ruminate further on the tales spun by his family. Were ghosts real? What about the secret city of Atlantis? Did crossing a river while being chased by a Duppy really stop them? As he got older, his hunger for trekking into the mysteries of life only grew. Countless hours were spent online pouring over forum posts and video evidence. It was decided early on that after he graduated high school, he would move to America. Some of the best cryptid stories came from within the states.

Graduating and moving out with a tearful goodbye from his parents, Kitri moved to America and began his nomadic lifestyle. Moving constantly, chasing after the ideas of cryptids, following any leads he could get from locals. Just a one-man Scooby Doo with a motorcycle instead of a Mystery Machine. Then he had a fateful encounter.

Following up on an old, popular story from 2007 in Cuero, Texas about an incident involving a Chupacabra, Kit had a self-proclaimed run in with the notorious blood-sucker. Spending the night in a vast pasture, clothed in ‘a cow disguise’, about to nod off when the panicked mooing of his nearby livestock companions shook him from the grasp of sleep. Standing up to his full height, something small and hunched over darted just out of sight, leaving behind a stumbling cow in its wake, flank bleeding profusely. Kit shot off after the creature as it lunged at another cow, grabbing its attention before he could reach it, causing it to turn on him.

Fighting off the snapping predator, Kit managed to get away with only one huge bite on his arm (that would scar and prove to be a talking point and ‘evidence’ in the future) before the creature fled as a source of bright lights flooded the pasture. The blinding lights sweeping over the billowing fields of grass belonged to none other than the military force ARC. This was Kitri’s first encounter with both a cryptid and ARC, but it wouldn’t be his last. As Kitri and ARC ran into each other on multiple instances while tracking cryptids, the current commander began to recognize the audacious Jamaican. It seemed Kit and ARC had aligning interests.

Months after Kitri’s 22nd birthday, once he ran into Arc and the commander again, they offered him a position within ARC. He took it if it meant he could have a stable income while pursuing his interests. In this environment, he thrived. Taking every training course they offered him if it was physical, hands-on, or about cryptids. He was sectioned off into a small ‘A-team’ squad that included Miu, and together their small squadron worked together until the commanders retirement years later.

Kitri was close to him and deemed a perfect fit for a leadership position, he was promoted even though he was still a rookie. Miu was promoted shortly after, probably in hopes of looking after the newbie and to keep him from running the place into the ground. They balanced each other out.

Unfortunately, ARC began to fade into obscurity, becoming the Government's least funded and respected branch. A laughing stock and a place to send insubordinate soldiers as punishment, Kit still believed in his cause and stayed. Even if the world forgot about them and their isolated base in Colorado, he was determined to prove to the world that ARC still had a place in society. That he and his insatiable curiosity for the unknown still had a place in the world.

Fighting Style: Kit is a jack of all trades, master of none. With combat training in both close quarters and ranged, he can hold himself in most offensive situations. His favored method of combat is ranged, using his sniper rifle and pistols to keep at a distance- he doesn’t want his pretty face or abs to get bruised. He’s a sharp shooter and can land most shots, relishing the challenge of a long distance snipe. Using distance to his advantage, he can offer offensive and defensive tactics, but almost always uses “overpower” tactics versus having any kind of reserve.

Likes:
His street bike
Lollipops (Helps fight the need for a cigarette)
Holidays (Each is a new chance to get proof of the holiday mascots existence)
Telling stories
Phone games

Dislikes:
Spiders
Cigarette smell
Black licorice (The devil's candy)
Cold pizza (reheat it you HEATHENS)
Swamps

Extra:
Campaigner / ENFP personality type
Vehemently still believes in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny. They are cryptids!!!!
Swears on his mom that there’s a tiny cleaning fairy named Beanathan that roams the campus. But it’s really shy and that’s why no one but him has seen it!! He makes sure to leave out little treats for them.
Stress smokes when a lollipop just doesn’t cut it.
Firmly believes in the cryptid Mr. Thiccums (totally not made up, he’s real and has a motorcycle and an eyepatch)

Timezone: CST
Terms of Agreement:
I acknowledge and agree that ARC is not liable to any injuries or even a death that could occur either on or off duty.
(ILL ADD THE SIG WHEN I GET HOME, ITS FIGHTING ME!)