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Kit Walker ([personal profile] denokandafaran) wrote2013-09-28 10:44 pm
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Character Information
Character Name: Kit Walker
Canon: American Horror Story: Asylum
Canon Point: During his second stay in Briarcliff, after he escapes from his lawyer's office and breaks in to break Grace out only for her to get shot by a guard by accident.
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive
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Personality:

Kit is a kind man, a hard worker, a good person. He is generally mild-mannered, it takes quite a bit to get on his bad side, and unless you're someone who has hurt his family or someone he cares about it's unlikely that he wouldn't find something good in you to focus on. For example, after his stay in Briarcliff, he takes in and cares for the woman who tormented him in Briarcliff to the point where she became like a mother to him and a grandmother to his children.

Another example? The fact that he managed to find the good in and fall in love with a woman who basically went insane and axe-murdered her entire family. The only person he has been unable to find the good in is Dr. Oliver Thredson, the man who framed him for the murder of several women. Including Kit's wife, Alma.

He worries so much about his memory, when he's in Briarcliff. Worries that what is happening to him is screwing him up in some way. Enough that Thredson, before the reveal that he was the serial killer known as Bloody Face, had almost managed to convince him that he had in fact killed his wife. The idea that he might have nearly drove him over the edge.

It was enough of an idea that he was able to make a convincing confession for it. It was enough to make him try to confess to Sister Jude, and only her assurances that he was not a monster, and Grace's that he was not crazy were able to help him get over this near-belief that maybe he had killed his wife.

His memory is also affected by the aliens that abduct him and his wife. He barely remembers what happened to him on their ship, he barely remembers what they did to his wife. He knows, thanks to Grace, that she's alive. Until he knew that, that she was alive, he thought that the creatures that had taken them were monsters. Now that he knows that she's alive, he's not so sure. It's another good thing that he sees in someone, but he's not sure what to do with that information. At least not yet.


Abilities/Strengths and Weaknesses:

Kit doesn't really have powers, unless the fact that aliens seem super interested in him, his genetics and his empathy for the world counts as a power.  (It probably does not) He has a great deal of empathy for other people, however, which is something that I touched on in his personality section.  He has this in common, in a way, with Tate Langdon from the "Murder House", honestly.  However, while Tate's empathetic...skills tends to lend towards his anger and other ways of acting out?  Kit's have not.  His channel towards the love he feels for Alma and later Grace.  Towards helping others, like Lana and Jude.  He has, really, even felt some amount of empathy for Dr Arden.  The only one he has never felt any amount of empathy for is Dr Thredson. 

And he has plenty of reasons for that.  


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It was strange, or maybe it wasn't. He couldn't really open his eyes at first. Everything felt hazy and wrong. That wasn't exactly unusual, they'd dosed him pretty well after the guards had dragged him to the infirmary. He wasn't supposed to be here. Keep him shut up and shut out. Sending him back to prison would get too many questions, and they couldn't afford that.

Or maybe that hadn't been real at all. Maybe he hadn't been taken to prison, only to escape, come back and get Grace killed. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe this was some kind of trick by the monsters or creatures or aliens that took him, took Alma. Maybe none of this had ever been real.

How could he know for sure? How could he ever?

So he wasn't surprised that he felt so awful. The taste of pennies in his mouth, that wasn't surprising either. The drugs here always left an aftertaste, even the stuff they shot him up with. If they were real. If this was real. If he was real.

He opened his eyes, rolling his head to the side to look at the IV. It was amazingly bright in this room, and that was honestly surprising. He hadn't seen this much light in Briarcliff...well, not ever. Dark and dim and full of smoke and waste and screaming.

That was the first tip that something was more than a little off. The second? The bed. It didn't feel like a hospital bed. Didn't feel like a cot in his cell or a mattress in solitary. It felt nice. Soft. Like his mattress back home or in some kind of hotel. A really, really nice hotel. Like the kind he'd want to take Alma to, someday.

Or Grace.

Or Grace.

He rolled his head to the other side, blinking. Trying to clear his vision, the fog from his head. Lifted his arm and tried to pull out the IV. It took a lot of effort and fuck, it hurt but he managed it. Eventually, he managed it. Winced when his hand dropped and hit the nightstand.

This? Was sure as hell not Briarcliff. Not his home. Not some alien ship, or a white room or prison. So where the hell was he?