KANE, Sterling E.

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STERLING EZEKIAL KANE

NICKNAMES: easy
AGE & BIRTHDAY: 26, july 15th
HEIGHT: 6'3"
HOMETOWN: roslyn, long island, new york
RESIDENCE new york
PROFESSION: cia operative/ad salesman
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: terminally single

FATHER: dorian kane, 56.
MOTHER: delilah kane (nee forbregao), 53.
SIBLINGS: hugo dramin, 29; benjamin carlisle, 25; deacon river, 24; fallon noelle, 21.
EXTENDED: victoria kane, 25, cousin; jericho kane, 27, cousin.
OTHER: zeppelin, 6 months, husky

from the outside of 14 nichols road, it seemed like the average household. a two story villa style house in the higher end of roslyn heights, nassau county, long island. to those around the neighborhood, inside lived the kanes. a large family who seemed to be the jones' of the neighborhood with a successful father and mother and a group of five picturesque children. what could be wrong with the kane family? i understand this view but i will let you know that i don't condone it. as the person handing you this information i'm assuming you want the truth and nothing but it, and that's what i intend to give. i, sterling kane, am no liar...most of the time, but in my defense i don't really lead a life that can afford a little white lie here and there. 

my parents both are enigma that myself and my siblings will never understand. married at the age of eighteen, there seemed to be some things that died the day their life together was born. my father, dorian kane, comes from a long legacy of kanes in a job field that isn't exactly the most common. my great grandfather delano kane started off as a new york city police officer before going onto become a cia operative and the first of many to come for this family. my grandfather hugo kane was the second to follow in his father's footsteps but progressed up to become the head of the cia until he passed of pancreatic cancer. and lastly comes to my own father, chief operations office and head of the new york base of the cia. while my father was a great man he was raised the way all kane men were raised. 

my father is a stoic man to say the very least. a man that believes in being tough, and strong throughout everything, and while this is an appropriate thing to teach your children, he went about in the wrong way. he'd met delilah forbregao his freshman year of college in new york, a dancer at the tisch school at nyu, a street savvy girl with plenty of dreams of her own and yet this isn't the girl that emerged as delilah kane. throughout the early years of their marriage delilah took on the way of many kane women before her. the once bright woman who was the only to speak to dorian, the only one who he could possibly listen to put her own dreams behind his own, and closed her mouth. trapped in the lavish home dorian bought for her, delilah became a kane housewife and her dreams became her husbands dreams. dorian wanted to get delilah a home and delilah said yes, dorian wanted to work to become a higher official in the cia and delilah told him to pursue it, dorian wanted a big family and delilah agreed. while this may seem like what people in love do for one another, as a child growing up i barely ever remember seeing my mother truly happy. like a ghost she wandered around the house looking for a child to help, something to clean or to cook for someone. any dreams she once had of her own withered away as she did in her home and the scowl that stained her face struggled to hide itself by the smiling mask she always wore. looking back on it all now, i pity my mother. whisked away by love and bled dry by it. 

the first of the family was hugo, and he brought back a bit of my parents newlywed bliss. dorian was pleased to show off his first born, a son no less. the next male to carry on the kane name and if he should chose it, the kane legacy. my aunt has always told me that for the first time in her life, my father was uncharacteristically extroverted. he told any and everyone with ears about his beautiful new son huge; how well behaved of a baby he was, and how strong he would grow up to be. after three years, i came next. my parents became enamored with children and the love that my mother felt for hugo and me only fueled her desire to give dorian the big family he always wanted. like an assembly line she popped out three more: ben, deacon, and the only girl, fallon. it was after fallon that my mother's doctor told her that she wouldn't be healthy enough to withstand another pregnancy or child birth, and so she stopped there. while my parents took all the gentle love and care in the early years, it was as our comprehension grew that things began to change and i noticed it first with the way my father was with hugo. a sensitive young child, dorian would continuously yell at and shame hugo when he would cry whether hurt or misbehaving. it didn't begin with me until i was five. i saw everything because i'd learned to be observant. it was the first time i'd ever seen my father lay a hand on any of us, and it was hugo. at the dinner table one night, hugo who i remember my mother saying was just getting over a stomach virus wouldn't finish the rest of his food because he said he still didn't feel well. dorian however wasn't having that and while we all finished our food, he made hugo stay at the table all night until he finished his food. i remember it being almost hours later, and while everyone was supposed to be in bed i ventured to the kitchen and sat at the table with hugo and began to finish eating his food for him. he'd already vomited whatever he'd eaten up before in the bathroom, but dorian wouldn't let him leave until his plate was clean, mouthing the same shit about being strong. 

he'd caught me in the kitchen before i was finished with the food, and snatched the plate away. i remember him going off on a rant to hugo about how weak he always was and the only thing i remember after that is that i grew angry when his hand reached out and jerked my brother by his hair. my mother tells me that when walked into the kitchen, there was a fork stuck in my father's leg and my brother and i were gone to the bedrooms. the next morning was the first time my father ever hit me. 

as we grew older the punishments and brutality wasn't reserved for only us. benjamin, deacon and fallon all received the same treatment throughout our years at home. living at home became a game of how long could you last, and while it would have been decidedly harder if there was less of us, my siblings and i learned to lean on one another. outside of the home, the one lesson our father taught us was in practice: 'don't let anyone else see your scars, leverage isn't a benefit but rather a weight'. each of us had what it took to go after what we wanted in our lives, and our motivation was leaving our home. while my father reigned and we each grew to despise our mother as well. a woman who felt so much pain and loved her children so should want to remove her children from harm but rather she stood by and watched, allowed it to happen. in truth, my mother feared a life without dorian. it grew to be all she knew, he'd made sure that any material thing she could ever want, she had. the lonely life isn't something my mother desired and with ever year my mother grew older she felt less and less desirable, leaving dorian meant starting over. 

we'd each finished high school with enough honors to get into the colleges we each desired to attend, but not before my father's prompt; to uphold the kane family legacy of joining the cia. with just kane as a last name he explained to each of us that we would be held in high regard during the process of joining, and upon our decision to join we were to do certain things such as go to a well-respected college, join the right clubs, graduate with honors, and maybe even pursue a higher degree but if there's one thing you must do its that you must study a profession to use as your decoy identity, and never tell a soul. the only ones who know of the kane legacy are those in the cia or the kane family themselves and it should stay that way. 

a hard life to live, not many of us chose this option...but i did. after graduating high school i went on to attend school at duke where i studied advertising and marketing, graduating summa cum laude, and while i fully intended on pursuing ad sales in manhattan, i got involved in the wrong things. after college i moved to manhttan but pursued not one job for two years. instead i partied and drank til i couldn't see. i lived in an apartment with my friends from college irin barrone, julian mccarthy and devin cotes. to be completely fucking honest, once i had graduated i was tired. i slept with any woman i wanted because they all wanted me. i did anything i wanted because i could. i went on this way for about another three months until it entertained me no more, and i wanted to pursue something. i wanted something exciting that would keep my interests, something that would put all my skills constantly to test. 

i turned to the one thing i could. i worked and worked to finally join the cia without my father's help, and of course i made because c'mon, look at me. after a year or two of dirty work i was promoted to field operative because once again, i'm the shit. i've worked for years on becoming the best for myself and in a short amount of time in the cia i've done it all without my father's help. 

currently, i'm living in manhattan, now on my own but i've been given the privilege of conducting my own team, but as goes with everything there is a catch, my superior is my father so i must report to him. and while the job may sound cool, it comes with restrictions. for the safety of not only the agency, but myself as well. so instead, i tell people i meet that i'm an ad salesman at a firm called harrison and gourd where my employment has been 'taken care of' if you will. so meanwhile, i just live like a badass. 

ALIAS: aubrey
AGE: 21
PLAY-BY: henry cavill
CITY: ny
LISTENING TO: wolf like the xx - the xx

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