Sayid "Sly" Kingsley

Introverted, sarcastic and rather pissed off at the state of the world at large are the basis for how Sly commonly thinks. Though things weren’t always such, during early points in his life a young Sayid strove to become a hero like his older sisters before him. With a future of becoming a member of the secret police crushed, lies from his own family and the biggest heartbreak the young man has ever known drove the once hopeful boy to turn to a life of isolation.

Old habits however are rather hard to kill. Despite his best attempts at convincing himself otherwise, Sly is still kind to a fault; often going out his way to help others in need. Even with the knowledge that whatever he does won’t change the world, the young mechanic is determined to at least make a difference in the lives of those he helps for the better. He has no dreams of grandeur, of praise or thanks, but rather he has thoughts and beliefs that maybe someday things may just be a tad bit brighter.

Unless openly addressed by his nickname or by someone he knows Sly will often vanish as soon as he appears, preferring to live a life of anonymity amongst the people of the slums, hiding the fact he is a Scavenger. He actively avoids populated areas, and will often just stay in his makeshift home on the outskirts of the junkyard he runs. He holds a dislike for the spontaneous, but this due to the fact that whenever something unexpected happens it tends to end up with him receiving the shorter end of the stick.

“I’ll always be your hope, if you’ll always be mine.” – Ayilee, on the eve of Sly’s 17th birthday.

Amongst the city of Novus, draped within the luxury of the Upper Class was a family known as the Kingsleys. To them were blessed four children, three girls and one boy. Raised in a life of decadence and comfort, The Kingsleys were very critical of how their children would be brought to the forefront of their wondrous society. Strict lessons, practice in musical instruments, martial training, the four Kingsley offspring were primed and groomed to be some of the best that there ever were, natural talent and ability were a common sight amongst their family, that is of course until one of the children did not quite meet that standard. From an early age Sayid Malachi Kingsley showed almost no exemplary aptitude in any regard. His test scores, despite his best efforts were always mediocre, athletic ability sub-par, and his social graces much more dire, in fact the only thing he was seemingly decent at was playing his violin and even that was only above average. The Kingsleys were not amused, by the age of thirteen Sayid was openly mocked in his home by his merciless corporate executive of a father and often by ignored by his mother for favor of his sisters lessons and schedule.

Though with his lack in any exceptional talent, Sayid continued his education with unyielding determination to show his parents he was worth their time and attention, yet no matter how he tried his sisters were always better. One day while walking home from school, staring at the 78% score he had just earned on a math exam, the young boy finally broke down into tears while seeking refuge within a local park. Sadness and depression rushed at him from almost every emotional output as he cursed himself for not being smarter, not being stronger, faster or talented. He hated himself, he was jealous of his sisters, he was angry at his parents for treating him as if he were dirt and even more he just wanted someone to care. Time passed and minutes turned into what seemed like hours as Sayid sat there contemplating what next to do. Soon enough hunger began to gnaw at the youth before he decided it was eventually time to return to home. Emerging from his refuge Sayid felt something ram into him as the next thing he knew concrete and pavement met with his head. Quickly orienting himself and recovering his glasses the young Kingsley was met with the image of a beautiful girl with raven black hair. Rushing to his feet, he moved to help the young lady to his surprise only to be met with a smile and this look of sheer of awe. “You’re Sayid Kingsley! I loved your violin in the orchestra!” were the first words Ayilee ever spoke to Sly.

That was the start of Sly’s first and most cherished friendship. Ayilee was of a similar standing to the Kingsleys, in fact her father worked beneath Sayid’s as his Director of Advanced Robotics and Engineering within one of Novus’ many leading technological companies. Ayilee was in their school’s choir as he was in the orchestra and on occasion the two would do collaborations together for Winter and Spring concerts, huge sport events, the list goes on. Sayid had been fortunate enough to be given an accompaniment piece to one of the violin soloists during the fall opening ceremony, one he had practiced for weeks on end and yet as many an orchestra student will tell you, the violinist stole the show. However Ayilee was enthralled by his performance and asked him to play for her sometime. Sure enough they slowly begin to see each other more and more often, their friendship blossomed and the two became inseparable. Being one of the top twenty five students within the school, Ayilee’s tutoring and help began to drastically improve Sayid’s scores, the introduction with her father sparking the boy’s love for technology and robotics eventually leading him to ask if he could have the honor of being his apprentice, a request which was granted to him.

Days turned to months and months to years till came the final year of their standard school education. Sayid had grown into the fine young man the Kingsleys had always wanted him to be, his scholarship and acceptance into Police Academy all but guaranteed. A few months before their graduation however came Sayid’s 17th birthday, after their four years of friendship unrequited loved had blossomed from the young man’s side. Sayid owed everything to Ayilee and her family who openly accepted him not for what he could be but for who he was. On the eve of his birthday Sayid confessed everything, how he felt, how he had fallen for her and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Much to his surprise she returned his feelings in kind and the two promised themselves to each other forever. Young love however is often naïve as it is blind. On the day of their graduation would be the day this lesson would be apparent.

Festivities were in order, the school decorated with flowers and banners and the excited chatter filled the air. Graduation day had finally arrived, and selected to do a performance for the opening ceremony was none other than the two lovers who were chosen to sing and play respectively. Excitement rang through the couple as Sayid knew the performance was suggested and approved by his friends within the student council and amongst faculty. He loved the very notion, yet he was rather confused by the choice of music. Make no mistake it was a beautiful piece, one he felt was rather depressing; a rendition of “Hallelujah” from a famous singer of a bygone era. Still he was ecstatic to be able to accompany his dearest’s singing and practiced day and night to do her justice. The amphitheater in which housed the graduation was packed as the two prepared for their duet, their nerves wracked at them as they prepared for theirs and exchanged a brief kiss before wishing the other luck. The introduction was made and the two stepped into the spotlight, music soon soared through the air as Ayilee began. “Flawless and Beautiful” were all Sayid could bring himself to think as he focused on his sheet music. That was until quick and distinctive sound of gun shots rang through the air.

The series of events which followed would haunt Sly till the end of his days; the young man dropped his violin as the sight of Ayilee’s father mercilessly gunned down by a masked assailants burned into mind. Screams of terror and panic swept through the crowd as families and loved ones began to flee for their lives. Yet the assassins or terrorists in this regard made no move for the other families, as their next target was none other than the very daughter of the man they had killed in cold blood. Sayid was quick to react immediately assaulting the first of the men who made their way toward Ayilee, instinct and panic overtook the youth as he felt his fist connect multiple times with bone and flesh. His breathing staggered he immediately picked out his beloved dispatching her own opponent by bashing his violin upside their head. Standing in relief, Sayid was about to let out a cheer of joy before the piercing sound of another gunshot filled the air yet again and the wave of blood streaming out of his throat. His vision dulled as the crack of gunfire continued to careen over the sounds of panic, strength left his body only to be replaced by the cold chill of shock as Sayid dropped to his knees, the piercing force of more bullets tearing through the right side of his body. No voice came to him, no pain, only the dulled force of his assailant attempting to inflict more damage to young man; he felt a heavy boot make contact with his chest as the right side of his rib cage was crushed into his organs. Blood surged from his mouth as Sayid stared back at his attacker; the light of vision slowly fading into black as the silhouette of a gun barrel, the noise of one final shot and then darkness. Darkness and Silence.

The bright shining light of dawn was the first thing to greet Sayid as he woke. He felt different, lighter than he last remembered being. The sound of nursing staff panicking and alert blended with the loud incessant beeping of the heart monitor attached to him. His vision soon came too as a suited man slowly approached his bed and took the seat next to him.


“Sayid, can you hear me? Can you see me through your good eye?” He asked as Sayid responded with a nod.
“Do you know who I am?” Sayid shook his head indicating he didn’t.
“I’m your father, and we’re going to save you.”

Sayid awoke once again weeks later, his vision granted by two eyes instead of only one. He was confused, why was he in a hospital? Why wasn’t he at home? The young man attempted to move his arms only to be met with the feeling one, panicked he immediately attempted to move his legs with once again only to be met with the feeling of only one. His body tensed as he struggled against the covers, his eyes quickly jumping from sight to sight attempting to garner some recollection of where he was or what he was doing. Soon enough the suited man who called himself Sayid’s father appeared once more to calm the youth down and explained the situation. It was his graduation and while preforming a musical piece a gas leak had caused an explosion on the main stage, the resulting incident cost Sayid his right arm, leg, eye, ribs and severe brain damage resulting in amnesia. They had gone through intensive surgery and D.N.A. transfusions in order to repair the damage inflicted, his arm and leg were far too brutalized to ever function again and thusly had to be amputated. Time would past and frequent hospital visits from his sisters and parents would help expedite Sayid’s recovery as he was soon fitted with new mechanical prosthetics and a cybernetic eye courtesy of his father’s company and benefactors. Months of rehabilitation soon followed and after a year and half of intensive training Sayid was once again approved for entrance into the Police Academy.


Life was funny in some ways as Sayid thought himself fortunate to have such a loving family and the chance at life a second time, yet something constantly gnawed at him. On his 19th birthday a mysterious packaged gift arrived addressed, assuming it must have been a collaborated gift from his friends at the academy late at night after dinner the young man opened his gift to find a strange and rather large mechanical belt stored within accompanied by a photo album, navy blue scarf and a letter. The album contained pictures of a younger Sayid often hugged or clung to by a beautiful young woman and who was supposedly her father and the contents of the letter made Sayid’s mind race with thoughts. A planned assassination? Corporate Black Market dealings? The use of Sayid and the young girl as bait to draw out the target? By his own family? It couldn’t be true, none of it, yet photos of evidence, letters signed by his father and mother giving their consent to remove their son as a “victim of circumstance.” Sayid felt himself grow sick to his stomach as he gasped for air; the sound of synthesized whirring came from the belt as the core within its buckle came to a blue glow, and soon a voice.



“Sayid, please listen, we have to leave.”