Khenan Santiago || Jamaica

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Khenan Santiago The bastard child of Bob Marley and Richard B. Riddick. It's hard to believe, but he's considered one of the most dangerous men in London. Some call him a hero. Some call him a war criminal. All you need to know is that if you cross him, he'll lay you in your grave.

CODE NAME: The Dead Man

Male

28

Heterosexual

Jamaican

Operative

Agent

Physical

180 cm

88 kg

Black

Dark Brown

Black

Athletic

Personal

A young man with a free spirit and a thirst for life. He is just as jovial and boisterous as a man half his age, and has the mischievous streak to match. He can be immature at times, pulling childish pranks and cracking jokes at the expense of those around him, but never for malicious purposes. He is also quite the flirt, and has invited most of the women he's ever met both to dinner and to bed. None the less, he is fiercely loyal and patriotic, with unshakeable convictions. Khenan is not without his faults, however. He carries out his duties without any compassion, showing nothing but ruthlessness and brutality in the face of opposition. He is cold and unforgiving towards mistakes on the job, and incredibly harsh towards even the lightest screw ups. He has no respect for political procedure, and will violate protocol to ensure the best results, regardless of what the politicians want. Years of blood and battlefields have left him with significant psychological trauma. Rather than attempt to seek counseling, he instead finds console in the use of cannabis. He has developed an addiction towards marijuana, and becomes very irritable without it. A born and raised Jamaican, Khenan brought the philosophy and mannerisms of his culture with him. He wears comfortable, casual clothes in his down time, and refuses to cut his dread locks off despite working for the Government. He speaks to everyone, even his superiors, in a very casual tone, his language always peppered with Jamaican Patois. When he speaks in the Queen's English, it means that he has something very important to say, and someone could potentially find themselves in a very bad spot if they don't heed him.

Likes

Dislikes

Marijuana: The 'Ganja'. Khenan absolutely loves the Ganja. He needs it as much as he needs water or air. Snacks: He smokes pot. Of course he has the munchies. Reggae: What else would you expect from a Jamaican? And of course, he has a stack of Bob Marley CD's. Capoeira: His preferred method of self defence, as well as a great way to keep in shape after a long night of ganja and potato crisps. Big butts: And he cannot lie.

Suits: Not the article of clothing. The Suits. Babylon. Or 'The Man', if you prefer. Khenan hates The Man, and The Man probably hates Khenan. Drug restrictions: What with his strong love of pot and occasional use of other synthetic drugs, Khenan hates knowing that there are those who want to keep him from it. Memories: Memories of violence and death. Memories that he'd rather forget. Haircuts: Don't you dare try to take his dreadlocks. He'll hurt you. Screw ups: Khenan can't abide people who don't act with the utmost professionalism during the job. It compromises the mission. It takes lives.

Dreams

Fears

Forget: To come to terms with the horrible memories of his past, and finally be able to be truly at peace with himself. Legalize pot: ...Come on. Like you didn't see that one coming. Have sex: It's a recurring dream. The more he has it, the more he wants it.

Making a mistake: He doesn't want to screw up. He doesn't want to miss the shot, or come to the wrong conclusion, or make the wrong move. That's how people die. Dying alone: The cruelest fate for any soldier is to die alone. Flashbacks: Khenan is horrified of the possibility of reliving his experiences. Of hurting someone without meaning to.

Background

Khenan Santiago was born in a Jamaican shanty town. His mother was a woman of mixed African and Spanish heritage who had a week long relationship with a Spaniard, one Carlos Carriedo, resulting in his conception. As a young boy living in the ghettos, Khenan found that the brunt of his education came from the School of Hard Knocks. He quickly learned the values needed to survive on the street, such as fast talking, faster moving, hustling, fighting, and loyalty. Though he never knew his father, he knew that he sent his mother once a month to take care of the child he'd never meet. As he grew older, he found both a love of the Ganja, and a desire to have better than what the shanty towns had to offer. Eventually, he contacted his father for the first time. At that time, Carriedo was living in London. All he asked was for a sponsorship to the UK. His father agreed, and arranged for him arrival. After arriving in England, Khenan rarely kept contact with his father. From time to time, he would pass by his business, mostly to get a look at the half-sister he'd never known he had, Carmen Fernandez-Carriedo, though he never told her who he was, unwilling to shatter whatever image she had of him. Shortly after entering the UK, Khenan, only eighteen years of age, joined the Royal Marines. His harsh upbringing gave him a distinct advantage over many of the other recruits, and he was noted to be an exceptional Commando during his service. So much so, that once he earned his Citizenship and went to re-enlist, he was selected to enter the SBS. His training was furthered, and came to include much more brutal elements, such as torture endurance and interrogation. Khenan became a highly decorated SBS operative and trusted squad leader. However, he had one problem in that he was always compelled towards what he felt was right, rather than what the politicans felt was right for them. This came to a head during a mission where he was ordered not to engage an insurgent cell in Afghanistan. Ignoring orders, Khenan led his squad into battle, butchering the majority of the insurgents, capturing the remaining few. He was praised by the command, awarded a medal, and was then promptly court martialed, dishonorably discharged, and thrown into Military Prison for war crimes. Khenan sat in prison for only a few short months, before he was approached by a very high up government official. The Home Secretary, Sadik Adnan. He was given an offer. The slate would be whiped clean. His charges would be dropped, his discharge changed to an Honorable, his medals and accolades reinstated, and in turn, he would work to protect his country once more, but in a different uniform, under a different set of rules. He would become an Agent. Khenan agreed, thus beginning his career as an Operative. In the few short years he has been an agent, Khenan has built up a reputation for his brutal efficiency. However, he has also been plagued by nightmares of his life in the military, and some of those privvy to the more delicate information concerning his recruitment beieve that the only reason he is stable is due to the hush-hush agreement that allows him to use marijuana.

Role-Play Sample

Khenan stepped off the plane, carrying the suitcase with the few things he had to his name. A few spare changes of clothes, a toothbrush, a copy of his favorite Bob Marley CD, a picture of his mother, and a few good luck charms popular on the Islands. Khenan wasn't entirely sure who he was looking for, but luckily, the other man did. Hearing his name, Khenan turned to look at the Spanish man. "...Wappun, Mistah Carriedo?" Khenan loaded his suitcase into the trunk before climbing into the passengers seat. "So, what are your plans now that you are in London, Miho?" Carlos asked as he pulled out of the airport. The awkwardness between the estranged father and son was thick enough to be cut with a knife. "Mi guess Mi will a go join de Army or sumting." Khenan replied absently, his foot propped up on the seat, his elbow resting against the car window. "Dun worry, Mi no a go lookin' for ya t'support mi. Mi just wanted y't get me here, and ya did." "That's not what I meant, though I'm glad to hear you want to make your own way, Miho." Carlos replied. "Though if you're going to join the military, why not the Royal Navy? Being from the Carribean, you'd feel more at home, Si?" he pointed out. Khenan shrugged in response. "Ya, mi guess dats truth." Driving into town, Carlos stopped infront of a small restaraunt. Khenan looked up at the sign, quirking a brow. The Three Tomatoes? "What we doin' here?" he asked. "This is my restaurant. You're hungry, no?" Carlos replied as he unbuckled. Khenan nodded, opening his car door. "Oh, and Miho... My daughter is probably inside." Khenan nodded. "Dun worry. She no need ta know. Mi just some boddeh from Jamaica dat ya sponsored outta da goodness of ya heart, yah?"

OOC Information

Mon

PM

New troll here.

Once you go black, you never go back.

made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Misso Pan]

APPROVED

Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. Alright, looks like you've been accepted! Though your app overall looks fine, we'd like to take a couple of lines to remind Khenan that it would probably be within his best interest to be as discreet as possible with his drug use. There would likely need to be very few people that know about it (Probably Sadik and Iain) and he certainly can't flaunt it for the sake of keeping his job. (As much as he'll probably hate that, it's just required, sorry! :C) Try not to be too harsh on your fellow operatives. Consider for a moment the cast of characters we have in our circle of espionage. ... then consider that all of us are probably enormous klutzes. Regardless hopefully this won't go too bad for all of us. The name is Santiago. Khenan Santiago.

made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND