Name: Kimberly Arakaki
Age: 17 (her birthday is on the 23rd of May /o/)
Team: nope forever alone
Tuner: nope also forever alone
Kimberly's a little bit of a unique case. Having lost both of her legs below the knee courtesy of a motor vehicle accident, she's been relying on prosthetic limbs to walk for the past year and a half. Her air treks, despite a superficial resemblance, aren't so much high-tech rollerskates as they are legs-with-sick-wheels-and-a-motor. The ability to shove extra doodads, gimmicks, and motors into where a person's leg would normally go, however, has given Kim's pair of Air Treks more juice, more speed, and more stopping power than they have any right to. They're also able to withstand a crapton of damage, absorb most shocks, and are generally very sturdy. As legs should. However, even extensive tinkering with the parts seems to be unable to make the Air Treks any lighter than how heavy you would expect a pair of prosthetic limbs to be.
Personality: Despite Kim's (newly-acquired [she got the haircut only a few months ago]) punk-rock-yolo-thug-lyfe appearance, Kimberly's actually a pretty well-balanced kid, if you just ignore the fact that she doesn't have any legs below the knee. Generally quiet, soft-spoken, and a little bit of a wilting flower among strangers (she's trying very hard to get over it), she's also sensible, practical, and perceptive -- with just a little bit of a competitive streak.
She's currently attempting to cultivate a 'cool-aloof' attitude. Her tendency towards silence, coupled with her appearance, has granted her more success than she otherwise would've been able to attain.
To really understand Kimberly's life, you really need to understand that there's nothing really you need to get. An only child -- supportive parents, generally pretty good student (even if she could've used a few more friends from time to time), mentally stable, future secured, and raised between the two most stereotypically polite cultures on earth, there's really not much material for a gripping life-story in the first fifteen years of her life.
But then again, it's funny how one event can turn a life around so completely. Entire novels could probably be written about what happened after that. Crime-thriller, maybe. That seems the most likely genre. Biographies still seem terribly drab.
They said she was lucky to have been alive after being barreled into by a motorcycle clocked at going seventy miles an hour while crossing the road. Kimberly thought the exact opposite -- that she was terribly unlucky of her to have been the victim of what was essentially a freak accident because some hoon couldn't read a red light. A combination of the driver's veering, her diving out of the way, and blind chance had ensured most of her top half get out intact. The same could've have been said for the bottom half.
The rest really doesn't need mentioning -- the results speak for themselves. Though theoretically her legs weren't damaged beyond repair, it was far more of a challenge to treat spinal injuries (once again, doctors told her 'you're lucky you can still retain some use of your legs'. She wasn't very amused.). In the end, Kimberly had finally opted to have the useless bits of her limbs exorcized -- in no small part due to passing knowledge of Air Trek.
Rehabilitation took well over a year, and actually she still needs to go back for regular check-ups. Kim had to jump through a lot of hoops to get her prosthetics modified enough to pass as an Air Trek. So Kimberly keeps the whole Storm-Rider thing hush-hush in case that's something she's not supposed to do. Actually she's pretty sure it's something she's not supposed to do -- but even a taste of the raw energy of flying was too intoxicating to let go.
And just as she took to the skies, the skies seemed to take to her too. It's very likely the company that racing across the skyline at almost supersonic speeds got her was one of the things that prompted such a dramatic change in appearance. That, and the fact that a year and a half in rehab meant that she didn't have to keep up any more appearances with being a 'model student' after they'd switched to homeschooling her in acknowledgement of certain disabilities and insecurities.
Emblem: FLIGHT CLUB WHERE ARE THOU
ok she's not forever alone anymore but yeSAH FLIGHT CLUB WHOO
-Birds (she has a pair of Rainbow Lorikeets that won't shut up, and she still loves them.)
-She likes quiet areas, being on her lonesome, and long walks at night in the park.
-Reading, libraries, even studying, to some extent.
-Observing other people.
-Staring into the stars on a clear night. She only does it when nobody's looking, though. Otherwise it makes her look like an idiot.
-Being able to walk. Too bad she'll never be able to again without the aid of prosthetics.
-Despite her affinity towards avians, Kim's definitely not otherwise an animal person.
-Cooking, cleaning, housework, chores, and domestic things. She still does them, though. Because she's a good kid.
-Waiting around. It tends to make her jittery. And when she's jittery she likes to rock back and forth on her heels. Except now she doesn't have heels to rock back and forth on.
-Attention being drawn to her prosthetics.
-Actually any attention being drawn to her at all.
-Traffic lights, crossing the road, and generally automobiles. Taking to Air Treks is the exception, not the rule.
-When not zipping along on Air Trek, Kimberly typically uses a wheelchair to get around -- and it's not something that she's particularly proud of.
The RiderName: Dytale, prefers to be called Dy.
Tuner/Rider: Solo rider for now.
Occupation: Part time works retail and studies during the day. Wants to be a designer for street wear.
The RoadAiming towards Wing Road.
The TreksCustomized treks he bought when he saved enough money to splurge. Light and rigid, they allow Dytale to use the power of his thighs to gain speed fast. Designed for quick acceleration and high speeds, they are awfully light yet not flimsy. Holding up remarkably well in the several years of use they've had. Their light weight allows Dy to perform tricks with some ease but in exchange he has given up offense almost entirely.
The MindVain || Proud || Creative || Loyal || Sly || Slightly Narcissistic || Blunt || Flirt
Vain and creative, he thinks he's always right. Prone to defend his point of view to the death. Modesty isn't really his forte, but he's one to admit when someone is better than him, quickly turning it into a challenge instead of a hindrance. Dytale has high affinity with the arts, generally muting the sounds and sights he dislikes with music and graphics. Dull walls and silence bore him to death.
Born an only child of a particularly doting family, he was quick to develop the idea that he was the center of the universe, quickly thinking more highly of himself than other people. Unlike some of his peers, he wasn't particularly adept at athletics and neither was at academics due to how restrictive the atmosphere felt for him. He realized he was the kind of guy who learned by experience and from personal interest rather than having information shoved down his brain in conventional ways. After flunking one year of highschool and graduating, he moved from his parents place, searching for the excitement of the big city. Soon he was overwhelmed with the sounds and the music, the colors hidden in alleys and walls people never paid much attention to, and as simple as that, he fell in love.
Soon, as the urban culture engulfed him, grew a new passion. First it began as a curiosity for treks and what they could do... so he saved up the money to buy a pair. Then it was the thrill of the wind on his face. Lastly was the satisfaction of performing tricks perfectly. He found a hobby that became a passion, something he does not because others tell him to, but because he wants to.
- The City
- Graphic Tees
- Urban music
- Drum and Bass
- People following his fashion advice
- People admitting he's good at what he does
- Fair recognition
- Fashion trainwrecks
- Big bodies of water
Omake- Has a pet ferret named "Beatbox" but he usually calls him "Beat".