♦ Genevieve "Gen" Ito ♦
A little-known species native to various crevices of the world. They were once regarded as benevolent protectors to those rare few who stumbled upon them, but those days are long gone. Expanding industrialization has unveiled many clans, and these creatures are often fearfully killed on sight by those unaware of their true nature. Those who remain often live in small supernatural communities, but even those are becoming scarce. Their size and appearance makes them ill-equipped for the human-centered world, and this species as a whole is regarded as endangered.
More information can be found here.
Gen deals primarily with three groups of mail: Mail sent from outside the Cirque, mail sent from inside the Cirque (either to the outside, or to another Cirque member), and shipment orders.
Between collecting, sorting, and distributing mail, Gen is willing to spend an unorthodox amount of time doing his job. He often starts early in the morning, and works for as long as he needs to. Gen takes his job surprisingly seriously. He delivers the mail to its intended recipient the day he receives it, and will even bring shipments directly to their intended locations and help put heavy stock where it needs to be.
This job is not on the official list, but it has been approved by the mods.
It's too simple to label Gen as “Quiet,” but between his subtle presence and soft voice, “quiet” isn't a bad place to start. It's more important to know that Gen hears his father's manipulative voice in his own, or that the words of Gen's brother often echo in the back of his mind.
Though Gen is intelligent and opinionated, that voice reminds him that it's often for the best to remain quiet and not draw attention. Even when he knows he's right, or when a verbal reprimand is obviously justified, Gen can't break past that mentality his brother taught him; he tends to hold his tongue, even through the worst of comments.
Furthermore, even when his eyes have that sharp look, his limbs always remain close to himself-- in fact, even when Gen's eyes seem kind and inviting, the arachnid will rarely reach a hand towards anyone.
The stoic and withdrawn creature may seem hard to read, but those who know him may detect a subtle nervousness and compassion about him. Gen cares deeply for others, particularly those who seem familiar with loneliness, although it takes truly keen eyes to appreciate Gen's miniscule acts of affection.
Though his species has always shadowed him, and even occasionally brought him hardship, there is always light where there is shade. Gen can become concerned about his presence, yes; but his species also brings him genuine confidence. His silence is never to be mistaken for shyness: Gen is not timid. There is nobody in the circus he deems worthy of fearing, and, though his stance is reserved, he does so with a casual calmness. He is not afraid of others; only of his own capabilities, and that is the root to many of his behaviors.
Quiet, Withdrawn, Brusque Focused, Self-Conscious, Compassionate Devoted, Selfless, Lonely
This history has been condensed to focus only on Gen's life from his perspective. If you're interested in knowing more about his family, his hometown, etc. please read his extended reference.
0-10: Gen was born to an impoverished family, fathered by a largely-absent and manipulative man. He lives a quiet life in a town built around other supernatural beings, strained a bit by poverty, but otherwise uneventful and safe.
11-14 After the death of his mother, Gen, his older brother, and his newborn sisters are raised by his maternal aunt and uncle. Here, Gen begins to receive an education from his uncle, which he enjoyed dearly.
14-18 The death of Gen's elderly uncle forces the brothers to spend more time working, and Gen lets his learnings slip as he job-hops. Gen's sisters find menial jobs from time to time, and his brother Geovera works hard, but Gen is the main source of income for the family due to his dedication and occasionally desperately sly ways. At times they live comfortably; at times, not so much.
19 A foreign conflict causes a massive immigration wave, and their downtrodden town is suddenly filled with new faces, mostly human, all looking for employment. The town is flooded with people desperate for shelter, and suddenly takes a hostile turn as the supernatural beings are pushed out by less-accepting humans. Though Gen and Geovera try earnestly, they can no longer find any jobs that are worthwhile. His brother travels far away in an attempt to find a steady job and a better home; Gen is still unaware of his whereabouts. The family's money supply dwindles, and Gen begins to worry, as he knows how reliant his family is on his income.
20 By some stroke of magic or luck, the Cirque des Reves happens to set up only a few cities over. Gen joins in an act of desperation, in need of a steady job.
21-22 Gen has been with the Cirque for about two years now. He sends nearly all of his paycheck to his home, and hopes for the best. Even Gen himself is surprised with how happy he's been at the Cirque-- he was honestly not expecting that leap of desperation to turn into a steady job, a safe environment, and even a second home. Though Gen is quiet about it, he's developed a strong fondness for the Cirque and its members. He misses his family dearly, however, and holds hope that the Cirque will someday return to that same city in which he joined.
Somewhere near the East Coast of North America, a collection of rejects had formed an agreement over a small patch of land upon which a town sat. Those who could do better did so immediately, but for the poorest of them, the little town was home. It was a foul place, even dangerous when tempers raged, but there was no place more obscure for strange creatures, a few of Gen's kind included, to live in relative peace.
Gen grew up in this town, spending his youngest days in ennui. The shambled buildings were home to him; torn-up towns today remind him of the dirt roads where he and his brother would play with what few other children lived there. Gen and his brother Geovera spent a lot of time outside-- being at home was not quite the same.
Their mother was as stern as she was loving, and the two respected her on both accounts. Even when she was distracted, singing and dancing as she tidied what little they owned, the boys didn't dare question her authority. It was uncanny how quickly she fell silent when she heard their father come home, however. Neither boy could blame her; their father wielded words as if they were weapons, and he struck down anybody who opposed him too loudly. His unwelcome words were sharp, and at times they cut worse than any physical wound could.
After he had left them alone, she would ask, "Do you understand that words are powerful?" And always, a tired smile when the boys would nod. "Then choose your words carefully and with love. Please don't grow to be like him, never use sharp words to slash at others..."
Gen understood too well, especially once his voice grew into a rich, gentle timbre, just like his father's. Gen couldn't help but hear the man's toxic words through his voice... Even now, Gen worries: were his words laced with poison, too?
Just before his eleventh birthday, however, two strangers of their own kind came into town-- in fact, they came right into the house without so much as a knock! His mother had cried and hugged the female stranger for so long. Gen learned many things that day: about his father, about his mother, about their life... But most importantly, that it was all changing. He was too young to understand everything, but he distinctly remembers the woman-- his aunt, as he had been told-- chasing his father out of the house when he came home late that night. It was the first time Gen had witnessed someone using such sharp words for good. He still thinks of his father from time to time, but never fondly; regardless, that's all in the past.
Though their little house always seemed dark, the atmosphere was somehow brighter with his aunt and uncle in it. His aunt and mother talked nonstop, giggling and catching up after years apart. Gen soon found out the reason for his relatives' sudden arrival: His mother was pregnant, and had finally worked up the courage to disobey her mate and contact her sister. Gen's father had deliberately but subtly isolated the woman from her family. His aunt and uncle had travelled from Northern Japan to be with her sister, and had no intention of leaving any time soon.
The next several months were spent in a subtle sort of bliss, as if a weight had been lifted from the small family. Gen's uncle was even fortunate enough to swing himself a steady job not far away. Unfortunately, not everything was meant to last: Not long later, Gen's mother perished in giving birth to twin daughters. Their aunt and uncle gladly took in the four children, but life was never quite the same after that.
Their mother's death hit the boys heard; in an attempt to console them, their uncle took to teaching the brothers how to read. The boys' father had not wanted them to learn (for reasons that Gen never became aware of), though their mother had always been hopeful of teaching them one day. Though Geovera seemed to have other interests, Gen took to this immediately, and was a quick learner. Reading became an invaluable hobby to Gen, and the young boy was eager to learn and excel with the help of his uncle and what few resources they had.
Geovera and Gen were inseparable companions. Even once Geovera became old enough to travel to look for work, the two would make the small trek together. Gen was still too young to understand why they walked 'like humans' and hid themselves under long cloaks, or why Geovera kept looking over his shoulder. The outside settlements were different. Though other supernatural creatures weren't uncommon in Gen's hometown, the way these people looked upon them was... New. Cruel. That was the first time Gen have ever felt openly despised; it was almost sad, how much the young arachnid had grown in only a few hours. That was not the last Gen would see of those people-- the the town had some of the few close employers who would accept their kind. He would be back many times.
Time passes, and the boys' grief ease slowly. The brothers travel to other towns, taking on what jobs they could. Even after the peaceful death of their uncle, who had been considered an "older man" for many years now, the two stuck together. When the day was particularly nice, and a certain sort of security seemed at bay, the two would even bring their baby sisters outside to explore their hometown.
For many years, the family lived peacefully, though Gen often wished he had more time to read and learn; his steady search for work often kept him busy. He was devastated to see his literature skills deteriorate, but he stood tall and pressed on. His family was too reliant on the sibling's income-- especially Gen's, as he was particularly unabashed in swindling the jobs of others when necessary-- for him to focus on such a trivial hobby.
Just after Gen turned twenty, a sudden change overtook his hometown: a conflict in a foreign country caused a massive wave of immigrants. Many chose to crowd the downtrodden town, adopting the crumbling settlements with fear. The humans were wary of the town's unusual inhabitants, but so desperate for shelter. Some chose to gamble with fate, hoping they could find a more normal place to settle, and were quick to leave the presence of the monstrous town. Those who stayed struggled to exist. Desperate, the often made long commutes, settled for less than they deserved, and partook in shady deals-- as as Gen once had. Much as he had done to others, he, too, was replaced by the human immigrants.
Gen and Geovera began to travel farther and farther away, desperate to find new jobs. They often made several-hour-long commutes each day, but for naught. They could find nothing that even Gen would be willing to settle for. With little other choice, Geovera said goodbye to the family, setting off in search of a new job and a better place to live-- Gen has not seen him since. His sisters-- young and underprivileged, but ambitious, like their bothers-- could only score little more than errands for an even more measly sum of money, if even that. With their resources diminishing and not a single option in sight, Gen was at a loss.
The atmosphere of the town had shifted as it became more human-centered. Gen caught far too many bone-chilling stares and acts of vandalism, even aggression. He wouldn't forget the first time he'd felt the cold edge of a stone as it was hurled forcefully at his back-- Gen had just been thankful they had aimed at him, and not either of his sisters.
It was painful to see the once-safe town turn to such cruelty; Gen wondered often how Geovera was doing in his search. Was he even still alive? Gen couldn't bare the thought of his older brother, dead somewhere. He shelved his worry away, focusing instead on his own responsibilities.
As fate would have it, that very week rumours began to spread about a marvellous, mysterious circus in a not-so-far-off city. Though others seemed certain it was a dream, Gen was not so gullible. There was no way it was all collectively imagined; he set out in search.
Maybe it was luck, or fate, or magic, but that night Gen did indeed find that circus.
He was not there for the festivities, however. He couldn't care less about what the mystical Cirque des Reves does, no. He looked around, ignoring the marvels of fire and magic; paying no mind to the creatures that resided there-- though he did take an interest in those in the golden clothing, those who seemed so strangely like him...
A small string of questions eventually lead him to a dapper man by the name of Casper, and Gen is quick to inquire about work. He couldn't find it in his heart to be suspicious of their unconditional acceptance-- he was thankful to have the opportunity at all. But what of his family? His sisters were not of-age, and even if they could enroll, Gen couldn't leave his elderly aunt alone in the now-dangerous town. The family was so desperate for any kind of income, and yet... would it be worth it to leave them? Could he leave them? The neighbouring towns were the farthest that he had ever been from home-- and now, with this job, he'd travel the world. Could he endure that? Would he disappear from his family's life, like Geovera did?
He had only a few days to decide
Gen discussed these events with his family. They agreed that they need this opportunity, but the other problems still stood. Gen's thoughts return to an idea that he had had that day... he enters his uncle's old study, carefully flipping through the family's small tower of legal documents. His unfortunately low literary skills-- rusty from a lack of time to study-- were just barely enough to find what he was looking for: the copy of their lease. Their address.
Gen picked up the pencils he hadn't touched in years, carefully copying the address to their home, letter by letter, number by number. Gen knew this was the key to making this all work; he copied it again, and a third time, just to be sure. Finally, he copied it onto another piece of paper. Wasting no time, he spared a small amount of change for a stamp, and left the scrap at the post office.
The next day, Gen was ecstatic to see the 'letter' had made it to its intended location. Could this actually work? He kept the papers close, never letting them leave his person, lest they be lost. The decision was made: Since Gen had a way to send his income to his family... that meant he had to leave. It was the only chance he had for a new job.
Gen left home with a heartfelt goodbye-- and an unexpected gift. Not long ago, his sisters had each been given a beaded bracelet as thanks for a small favour. The beads were cheap, gaudy, and worthless, and yet, the girls had cherished them-- these beads were now Gen's. A gentle reminder of them. He had hugged the two girls long enough to embarrass them and make them squeal for freedom-- Gen wouldn't need any reminders of them, but he accepted the gifts regardless.
He bought what few stamps and envelopes he could afford, and arrived at the Cirque des Reves with little more than some extra clothes. The paperwork was completed swiftly. Despite having his eyes on the Diamond faction, Gen was disappointed to learn he had automatically placed into the red faction because of his species. Though disappointed and a little offended, he kept his mouth shut.
((OOC context, Gen was an original 2012 member, in which this Red Faction rule was in place. It was OK'd by Mello that this rule remains in cannon))
His job had been decided for him, based on availability. Ironically, because he had claimed to be literate, he was given the job of a postal worker: picking up, sorting, and delivering mail and shipments within the Cirque. (Gen hadn't expected to be caught in the prideful lie, and so he did struggle a bit at first. Thankfully, his small amount of literary skill was enough to scrape by, assuming he had time to sort the mail beforehand. This became a habit of his, and he still uses this unnecessarily complicated sorting method, despite the fact that his skills have improved enough that he no longer needs it.)
And so, much to Gen's surprise, years passed. The large postal worker enjoyed sneaking by quietly, preferring to keep behind the scenes as he delivered mail, parcels, and salesworkers' shipments and orders. He grew to enjoy his coworker's familiar faces, and mourned with the others as their unusual friends occasionally parted ways from the Cirque. He collected various things over the years, everything from casual friends, to small trinkets and unusual baubles from the Cirque's events, and even an entirely new wardrobe. (He always found it a little amusing when the occasional tailor spotted him-- that light in their eyes as they became shyly eager to take him on as an unusual challenge...)
Minor disputes, new friends, being the bringer of news, both good and bad-- the major hassle that is Valentine's Day and other holidays-- Gen was surprised at how quickly the time had passed. Yet, he never forgot his own letters: a simple envelope, including only the majority of his paycheck, sent to the family that he assumed was still there. He wished the Cirque would return to the area so he could see his family again... He still wonders about Geovera, and worries about his family and the state of his hometown.
Gen would never forget the day the Cirque underwent some minor changes: the Red Faction rules were changing. He'd need a new work outfit, but soon he would no longer be bound to the Red Faction; he would be able to transfer to the Diamond Faction, and live among the freaks and creatures that he felt most at-home around. Gen was ecstatic, finally able to claim the faction he had originally locked eyes with.
And so, life went on. Even Gen is surprised by how much he looks forward to the future.
♦Gentle, above all
♦Smooth and distinctly soft-spoken
♦Masculine, on the deeper side of medium
♦Accent: East Coast America
♦Learning; specifically formal education-esque subjects like reading and math
♦Being taught, though he won't admit to it
♦Puzzles and other mental games
♦Spiders and other under-loved critters
♦Kindness from others; general comradeship
♦People who are persistent without being overbearing
♦Warm, humid weather
♦Darkness; not being able to be seen by others
♦Listening; not being forced to converse in a group
♦Being touched (usually even with permission)
♦Being ill-naturedly teased, embarrassed, or spoken badly about.
♦Being spoken to in a condescending manner, especially on basis of his appearance, social class, or education level
♦Any attempt to threaten him-- this is one of the few things Gen can become openly defiant over
♦Being bossed around; being taken advantage of
♦The cold; Gen cannot withstand low temperatures
♦Older maternal half-brother Geovera (Assumed to be alive; Away somewhere...)
♦Younger sister Gene (Assumed to be alive)
♦Younger sister Eve (Assumed to be alive)
♦Maternal aunt (Assumed to be alive)
♦Maternal uncle (Deceased)
♦Father (Assumed to be alive; estranged)
♦Likely a few paternal half-siblings, though none are of relevance
If you knew Gen from when I was previously in CdR, I will leave it up to you to decide how well the characters remember each other, if at all.
By default, his past relationships have been reset to "Met, but does not know" unless otherwise indicated.
Chika, who sends and receives many letters in an attempt to find her kimono, is someone that Gen sees a lot. Though others may find her intimidating, Gen often sees a more uncomposed side of her; she can get very passionate about her letters, and that makes Gen strangely happy. Gen knows enough about her to consider her a friendly presence.
Kes, a young griffin who works at a toy booth, is someone that Gen interacts with frequently. He finds that the boy often needs help working through his shipment information, which Gen is quietly happy to assist with. Though he often fails to openly express it, he has a soft spot for the griffin. Gen finds the boy's mannerisms charming, and he reminds Gen of his sisters, whom he misses quite a lot.
Gen has accumulated way too much stuff to put here, so he's been given an extended reference.
The information I chose to present here is only what's directly related to Gen as a character. Otherwise, his extended ref will cover things like:
♦The story of Gen's parents: who they are, how they met, how they ended up so far from their homeland, who's the father of Gen's half brother, where had his aunt been all this time, and why did she not write earlier...
♦Species stuff: what Gen can do, what he eats, what his strengths and weaknesses are...
♦Cultural stuff: traditions, history, naming customs, Back In The Past...
♦Mundane Gen stuff: stuff not really cool enough to make it onto his app, but still relevant...
♦He tends to stare at people
◊Usually intentionally, especially if the conversation lulls or if someone stares at him first.
◊He assumes that staring at others will make them stop staring at him-- though occasionally this just results in a stare-down
♦Gen is aware of his resemblance to "real" spiders. He may become upset if one is killed near him, especially if it's for petty or unfair reasons-- he may even become angry, depending on the specifics.
♦Though not formally educated, Gen is actually quite intelligent. His education level is not where he'd like it to be: He can read at a very basic level, and do simple addition and subtraction with time. Writing is iffy, and he's not good at it.
◊He has a natural penchant for remembering things, problem solving, and noticing details.
◊◊His vocabulary and manner of speech is surprising, considering his education, and he can often fool people into believing he's educated; most of his larger words are lifted from other people's conversations. Gen is usually on the lookout for interesting words to steal.
◊◊◊◊ Gen has liking for literature. I've always imagined that if Gen had the education for it, he would be particularly fond of poetry.
◊Gen is also good at remembering names and faces, and will use a person's name often if he knows it.
◊◊...Which can be strange if the character in question has never met Gen, and their name was obtained through other means. Gen will shamelessly use their name, regardless.
◊This is also what allows him to do his job
◊◊Gen can read at a very basic level, and can manage to figure out written names when presented with them. Particularly unfortunate handwriting/names may give him issues, but for the most part Gen can manage his job well enough through what little he knows.
◊◊Considering he hand-delivers things to the Cirque members, he finds that his job is much easier when he knows where certain people tend to hand out-- Gen has an uncanny ability to find who he's looking for.
♦Gen wishes he could write to his sisters and aunt and tell them about everything he's been doing, but he can't write, so... All he can do is mail the majority of his paycheck to their home address, with no other context or notes, and no assurance that they're actually getting his money.
◊Gen speaks English fluently. He grew up in an English-speaking town in America, and both of his parents could speak English. He can read in English at low levels. He could probably write a bit in English, but he would need to rely entirely on sounding out what he was writing, and his handwriting and spelling would likely be pretty terrible.
◊Gen speaks his native Arachnid language fluently. This language is elaborated on in his extended reference; in short, it's useless to him, as he has yet to meet another creature who speaks it.
◊Note that, though his parents are Japanese immigrants, Gen does not speak or know any substantial amount of Japanese.
♦Gen goes solely by the name "Gen." He will never introduce himself as Genevieve Ito (or even Gen Ito). As far as the other Cirque members are concerned, his name is only "Gen," only officials could possibly know otherwise.
♦Though Gen can walk normally, on his two legs, it's awkward and he doesn't like to. He only resorts to this when he's indoors, or near someone who seems particularly disturbed by him. Otherwise, he transports himself up on his spider limbs.
♦ this paragraph was cut from his history for clarity, but those who knew him from back in the day may remember it. It's the origin for his hair beads, and back in 2012 this was a perfectly valid way to express faction. This paragraph goes right after the OOC context note:
◊All that was left now was a matter of uniform. Gen owned nothing red, he realized with a bit of fear. Nothing-- he realized-- except for the beads given by his sisters, which just happened to be the most eye-offending shade of red known to man. The child's jewellery wouldn't fit over his large hands, so he carefully dismantled them, taking care to not lose even a single bead. Seeing nothing else he could do with them, Gen wove them into his hair, unknowingly giving them a permanent home.
"Your request to join Omadobu Members was accepted"
YEEHAW, LET'S DO THIS--
Leave it to me to work on a character for a month and STILL not be fully ready for the opening, Quinalah why. Throwing this at the group, I will come back and edit things as I finish /o/ (Referring to the images here, I have newer ones than what's on his application, but they aren't finished.)
Those are safety goggles (not another pair of glasses) because SAFETTY FIRRRRRRRRRRST--/punted
NOTE to any reader:
You are absolutely welcome to read this huge wall of text, but I do NOT expect you to
Nobody's really sure where he came from. One strangely gloomy summer day, he walked under that elaborate Circus entrance alongside Ringleader Hei, as so many others do.
And that's it. That's all anyone really knows-- except for Hei himself, maybe.
Newcomers sometimes have certain mannerisms about them, any old-timer to the Circus could tell you that. They show up out of nowhere, silent and ghastly pale, and bumble around for a little while. Some are happy and excited, though others are lost in thought. It's case-by-case, really, but King was the latter.
Soon-- slowly at first, but then suddenly-- he came around, grabbed a job, and has been on the go ever since. He works a little too much, but seems to genuinely enjoy what he does.
He'll talk to anyone about anything, until they start asking questions like, “Where were you before Yatsudoki?”
Unlike others, King arrived at the Circus in near-pristine condition. He clearly was not starved, beaten, or abandoned. The collar around his neck was well-worn, but sturdy; his tags were up-to-date, and adorned with a tiny bell. One particular tag had “KIKI” sprawled in wobbly, childish sharpie.
He's aware that people usually hear him before they see him, but he doesn't seem to mind. He wears the noisy collar like others might wear a religious symbol, as if it were his solemn duty.
Has a personal goal of knowing everyone in the Yatsudoki Circus by name-- Someday he'd love to meet everyone in the entire Omaga/Ushimitsu/Yatsu doki complex.
Has a great memory when it comes to people. Never forgets a name or face. If he's met you, seen you, or heard mention of you, he will remember you.
Usually has grime/oil/dirt/glue/etc all over his hands, if he's been working. There are few things he becomes genuinely apologetic/embarrassed over, but accidentally getting people dirty is one of them. He carries a rag on him, but having dirty hands is so typical to him that he flat-out forgets that it isn't normal.
On a related note, even when his hands are clean, they're usually still pretty grimy-looking due to staining. That's another reason he accidentally gets people dirty-- he sometimes can't even tell whether or not his hands are clean, and wrongly assumes that they are.
Loves heights. He's a climber, and can get to the top of anything, usually without assistance (of a ladder, person, etc)
His collar can be noisy, especially when he's doing some sort of activity. The bell jingles, and the tags click together-- it's fine if you want to mention this in-roleplay.
Health-conscious-- he eats and sleeps well, and isn't much for sweets or junk food. (This is a large part of how he justifies pushing himself. In his mind, he takes good care of himself and is therefore healthy.)
Very pro-safety. He inspects the performer's rigs every day and before every show. People are expected to come to him with mechanic/setup/rig problems. He may seem like a stickler, but he means well.
King has known two things in his life: Friends and family. He's aware that romance and couples exist, but he's never even considered that it was an option to him-- court at your own risk. Sexuality: Somewhere between asexual and demisexual, with no gender preference. In short: Good luck. orz If you can manage it, he's yours.
Years of experience put to good use: With tools and time, he can make small contraptions, like small catapults, slingshots, rubber band guns, etc. More seriously, he has the knowledge to make things like music boxes, clocks, watches, and other small mechanical objects-- this is actually a hobby of his. He also makes a hella paper airplane.
Minor depth perception issues, see his Nystagmus. It's not super detrimental, but in the past he's taken some pretty nice falls
and will probably continue to do so
He dreams about his family a lot. His dreams are usually happy and mundane; it sounds like a good thing, but they make him terribly sad.
King would probably be bitter towards any doctor characters, if Omadobu ever gets any. A. They would know of his medical problems, which he wouldn't like, and B. They probably will need to scold him a lot. OMADOBU MAY BE GETTING A MEDIC I'M SO EXCITED YESSS WE HAVE A MEDIC!!!
Here lies more technical notes. These are Animal/Species/Coloration aspects that King has:
▶King has the meow of a crying baby demon. Siamese are known for their ridiculously loud demonic yowling.
▶Very common in Siamese cats, King has Strabismus (crossed eyes) and Nystagmus (a subtle, uncontrollable movement of the eyes--Here's a good nystagmus example)
▸King has been receiving eye training since he was a kitten, so neither of these are huge issues. His eyes turn inwards when strained/fatigued/etc, but otherwise appear totally normal.
▸The nystagmus is minor and doesn’t bother him, though it can take him longer to focus on an object, and gives him minor depth perception issues at times. His nystagmus is, however, noticeable to others, particularly if he's standing still/relaxed. (See the video I linked for what it looks like.) Your character is free to notice and ask about it, though King is a little self-conscious of it. He's aware it's not normal and perceives it as a negative trait. His nystagmus has varying degrees of severity-- it becomes more noticeable when he's drunk/strained/has a headache/is tired/etc.
▶Fun fact and a biology lesson: Animals who can see in the dark (IE, cats) have a structure in the eye called the tapetum lucidum. This is a layer of cells that reflects light and increases their night vision-- it's the reason that animals' eyes will appear to “glow in the dark.” What you're seeing is light reflecting off the tapetum lucidum. In most animals, this shine appears greenish due to the pigmentation-- color-- associated with it. In albino animals, the tapetum lucidum has no pigmentation, so the eye shine will appear red. Siamese cats have blue eyes because they are part albino-- What I'm getting at here is that King's pupils will appear red in flash photography/at night/under strong light/etc. A nice surprise for anyone not expecting it, lol.
▶Last note on his eyes: King has very poor eyesight. His glasses are very strong-- bound to cause a reaction, should any character choose to put them on. Taking his glasses is a surefire way to annoy him, but as long as you have his glasses, you're safe; he'll never find you. It's bad. Seriously.
▸To elaborate: King can't see particularly well, not even in a “needs glasses” sort of way. He may have trouble reading things, and has light sensitivity issues when it's particularly bright (he does own prescription sunglasses). A lot of people with albinism say they can't read well, can't read road signs or license plates, and usually have vision around the 20/200 mark-- which is right on the line for being legally blind. Just an unfortunate part of being (partially) albino, there's nothing he can really do about it :/
▶An unfortunate side effect of being purebred: King has some minor heart problems. It's only a murmur, nothing serious. He takes good care of himself, so it has virtually no effect on him under normal circumstances. Let it be known, though, that strenuous activity can cause him to become light-headed, short of breath-- or even faint, if it's severe. Again, King sees this as a negative trait, and does not mention it to anyone, despite the danger. He's very active, and will do his best to keep up with other active characters. He is ridiculously stubborn about this. He hasn't suffered any repercussions yet, but he would be absolutely mortified if he ever fainted in-roleplay. (In other words: Do it. Make him faint. C:<)
▶Very slender and long-limbed. The majority of his height is in those legs.