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In my absence I have developed close relations with aliens!
2 yrs ago
I update my status every time I decide to log back in here after several years and check out just what shiny things I have still layin' around!
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Something drew me back here today. (Sept 28, 2019 )
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7 yrs ago
Returning from a 7 month hiatus.
Bio
This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.
History of Characters
Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.
Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.
Kaeden Lucihan
"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"
Age: 17
Ability: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.
Appearance: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical aspect rather than a physical alteration - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.
Ability Elaboration: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.
Personality: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.
Biography:
Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.
His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.
Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't entirely unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.
From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.
His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.
Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.
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Knutik
"You look lost little child." A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.
Age: Immortal
Gender: Male
Rich or Poor: He doesn't understand/care for currency
Occupation: Being a necessary evil.
Powers/Abilities: Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,
Biography: Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he 'knows' he is but he has yet to meet a female counterpart. He's the materialization of dark emotions, primarily fear being the most prominent, that have existed for so long that they've, for lack of a better word, evolved into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest. He use to be deemed as evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all time high during the dark ages, Knutik turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events during the Dark Ages resulted in him becoming a shy spirit whom didn't make much contact with people. This lead his believers to think he was just a fairy tail and those that stuck with him even during his violent era eventually stopped believing him. Still, very few people in the present may mention him. After World War II, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became during the Dark Ages, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it.
Personality: Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".
Physiology Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.
Currently Likes: Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,
Currently Dislikes: Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,
Weaknesses/Flaws: Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,
Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.
Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.
During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.
Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.
Appearance: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.
Name: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)
Age: 19
Power: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)
Strengths: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)
Weaknesses: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)
Extra: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.
Bio (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.) -------------
Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in.
Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see.
The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.
Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone.
Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly 'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, wear thicker gloves.'. Another paper had stated 'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. Further analysis needed.'
After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual power. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start.
By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.
Appearance
Name: Kiiros Xanton
Current Age: 18
Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.
Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.
Theme Song:
If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.
All Knutik managed to find in the drawers was robes, some towels, extra soap and an empty perfume bottle. A whistling huff of irritation escaped between his teeth and he tore up one of the towels to vent it, tossing the remains to the floor. He floated over top of the bed and let gravity drop him on top of it. He ran his hand over the sheets enjoying the feeling of softness. He never really got to enjoy the simple pleasures that humans did, which would explain why he now randomly has the sheets bundled up in his arms, hugging them with smiling eyes. He was acting like a giddy cat rolling around on the bed like a doofus cuddling with the blankets.
After a moment of calm within his realm, Knutik's green eyes examined the events before him as he observed the knight @Drai from before using light to heal a severely injured patron @gohKamikaze. He was hanging from a darkened corner of the tavern, attached by the torso like black spider webs, arms dangling without care. Hidden from sight with the exception of his eyes and a dim green outline of his toothy mouth, he perked up as he heard an odd noise coming from the table just below him. He used his black magic to see the life force hidden beneath it. He could see the red glow of a panicked heart, a small creature? @Song Book
Knutik switched his attention to the tavern door as a rather wide, burly but short looking man @Vashonn entered through the main door. He watched as the man waddled over to the bar and took a seat. A shuffle was heard beneath that table again and finally what looked like a small child with fur emerged from underneath, he soon noticed that it was a coat and not actually a child at all but a young looking lady. She seemed to take an interest towards that wolf-man @Dark Light as she began crawling in his direction. Knutik was only just beginning to get used to all these strange people so he didn't find it too odd when he saw a rather fancy looking fat man ask for a drink of water @Eviledd1984. That waitress @Alisdragon911 must find all the demands annoying, Knutik would've been infuriated by just the first one.
A couple of more people came over to help the injured man but the shade felt himself lost in a feeling of deja vuu. He was supposed to remember something he was sure of it. Something from earlier... what was it? The feeling was grating at him. He recalled that man from the balcony earlier, then the stairs. 'Stairs. Something upstairs?' he wasn't sure what was upstairs that felt so important, but he had to find out. He melted into the wall and disappeared.
[Second Floor Hallway]
He emerged out from the floor of the hallway he was in before with that 'dangerous lady' @ineffable. He returned to the spot where they had their discussion, just outside the foreboding door. He looked around spinning in a circle trying to see anything that might jog his memory. Just a hallway and a bunch of numbered doors. He picked a random door and found it to be locked. He phased through only to find a bed with a dresser and other fancy furniture. Just a simple room for patrons. He began searching through the drawers of the room, thinking perhaps there was something here.
Woo, need to give Knutik a break here, made way too many posts in way too short a time. I wanna make sure the others get to catch up if they feel they haven't fallen too far behind.
The very second the man turned his back Knutik considered cutting him into ribbons, but the energy to do it just wasn't in him anymore - maybe it was because of the damage to his pride from backing down or maybe it was the harsh realization that there were people with stronger power against him. Perhaps the swordsman was right though; waiting to eliminate the threat and then ask questions was a more methodical approach than what Knutik had in mind. The shade really didn't care much about where the scarecrows came from or why they were there, perhaps he was just looking for an excuse to torment a small child... or maybe he simply got lost in his own power. It's been so long since he's been able to use his abilities to this extent.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a repetitive noise some where on the floor above. It reminded him of the tapping on the tavern door from the little girl but this was much more annoying, somebody needed softer shoes. Feeling completely pooped he barely paid any mind to the smaller scarecrow that's been trying to scratch him to death for the last minute. He lazily watched with half-lidded eyes as another seemed to rush up the stairs, the thumping of it's steps suddenly ending with no question once it was out of sight. He spaced out staring at a spot on the stairs before realizing a well dressed man was standing at the balcony just next to it. It took a moment for Knutik to recognize him as the man from earlier. He watched him gingerly make his way down the steps barely regarding the surrounding chaos. Knutik's green glowing eyes followed the man as he walked past him towards the main door, saying it was time for children to go home.
The wraith looked confused at the odd statement and glanced over to the little girl who's mood seemed to have done a 180. He watched her walk over to the man, paused to look back with hatred and then left. He could've sworn he felt some fear and despair for a split second before the door shut. Then something changed as if pressure in the room was released. Scarecrows no longer crawled through the walls, but the ones within still remained. Knutik released a wispy sigh after the suited man walked by him to the bar then later disappeared up the stairs. He grabbed the annoying small scarecrow that was still trying to claw into him by the neck, picked it up, and then dropped it down a hole of shadows. He doesn't exactly know where he's been putting them but the thought of an unsuspecting person on the other end being shredded to gory bits made him smile.
He then took a moment just floating amidst the last of the carnage in his thoughts. 'Looks like I couldn't stay away from the violence and anger for long....' his face showed no sign of remorse for losing control of himself. 'This shows my efforts meant nothing after all.' He wanted to burst into laughter but only gave himself an accepting smile. 'Oh well....' He opened a portal to his dimension, entered, and then closed it off to the rest of the universe.
[Knutik's Realm]
Knutik buried himself in his hoard of treasures while he gave himself time to think. 'So many years wasted being afraid, fearing my own.... shadow... and for what? I have no fear with this emotion, I have no sadness... no despair... why did I run from it for so long? Remorse? I only felt remorse and despair when the whole world was crying with me.' He began to pout even though nobody was here to see it. 'Remorse is just another emotion absorbed from others... it's not mine.' He pondered timelessly within his realm, trying to search for any justification that avoiding the more 'evil' emotions wasn't a wasted effort... Being a monster? Technically he couldn't even avoid looking like one because even if he took on the form of a human he'd still look like a mass of darkness. Being feared? At this point he could revel in it. Being hated?..... that was more of an annoyance than something that 'hurt' him. Eventually he gave up. If violence and anger was what the universe wanted him to be, then why SHOULD he repress it. No... he'll embrace it. Knutik is tired of trying to be the good guy in this day and age, he's tired of fearing fear itself, he's tired of being afraid but most of all.... he's tired of being afraid of himself.
After all, violence and anger is also part of survival.
Knutik quickly glanced around when the man suddenly disappeared only to flinch and freeze when a sword pressed against him. He stared to the side at the man with a hint of surprise and uncertainty. He never had to deal with someone directly fighting him before, with the exception of a few priests in the old days when he was viewed as a bad omen. Physical injury did very little to him, but it was the energy of light from the sword that made him hesitate to do much of anything. He could feel it burn into him as it was pressed and did everything in his might not to move, unsure of just how fast this man could react. These weren't exactly the normal every-day humans he dealt with so who knows what any of these people were capable of doing to him. Without moving or even taking his eyes off the man, he opened his claws dropping the little girl to the ground @Dark Light. The momentary high of violence had seemingly dissipated from the shade, the sudden flood of the emotion calming to a slow still. He waited for the so called 'hero' to pull back his sword.
"WHAT?..." a man of shadowed skin @Drai brandishing sword and shield had entered the chaos of the tavern and was now threatening Knutik to release the child in his grasp. The mans eyes glowed with the determination of the sun despite the residue of darkness he seemed to carry with him. The shade could feel the energy this man wielded, darkness, yet oddly enough light as well. Knutik gave this armoured figure his full attention, turning from the freckled woman @Redcovey to bare his teeth with animosity. He could calmly explain as to why he was supposedly 'threatening' this child... but he's far from being civil at this point, plus this new individual intrigued him. Still holding the poor little girl @Dark Light being carried around like a rag-doll, he spoke quietly yet darkly in an attempt at intimidation. "You'll have to pry her from my claws." time to see if this man was as brave as he looked.
Silence was not what the shade wanted, his violent intent only half rivaled his fury at not receiving what was demanded. He wasn't prepared for the amount of fear this little girl was capable of exuding however and was almost taken aback in his actions before realizing he had almost forgotten how good it felt to have such power over such a weak and pitiful being. Inching his teeth closer to her face he was about to ask the question again before feeling eyes on him.
He turned around, the tendrils coiled around the little girl lifting her several feet above the ground as he wasn't about to let her escape him just yet. He looked towards a freckle-faced woman @Redcovey his green eyes frowning. He wrapped his claws around the little girl as he reached and grabbed her, ignoring the stench of her pathetic little accident from earlier. He held her forward as if presenting something he found. A long green tongue lolled out between his teeth in a mock open-mouthed grin. "YOU WANT THIS?"
Hay, wood and fabric was flying everywhere, it was a show of scarecrow carnage wherever you looked. Straw limbs being chopped off, patrons being thrown like rag dolls, some were even hiding amongst the trashed furniture. Every detail didn't pass Knutik unnoticed, he felt every emotion and feeling from every person in his vicinity. Fear, anger, excitement, adrenaline, servitude, protection. However, as a scarecrow was swallowed by the floor in a mess of shadows, he realized he could feel someone radiating an emotion that, given their current situation, didn't make sense. Calmness. Someone among them was void of any worries or fears, someone who shouldn't be. With his claws pierced through the chest of a scarecrow he turned to look towards the source, and his wicked gaze fell upon the little girl from earlier, standing unphased near the fireplace, untouched by the carnage of straw. He then pieced together what she first said when she appeared in the tavern's door frame. "I've lost my straw doll, can you help me make a new one?"
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The wraith-like monster was nowhere to be seen until shadows grew underneath the little girl and tendrils of blackness coiled around her legs and torso, trapping her where she stood. A looming form of darkness towered over in front of her with sharp teeth threatening to pierce the very air she breathed, a green inferno visibly burning within the jaws with eyes to match. A heavy breath that could almost burn the skin was felt as he spoke. "YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS DON'T YOU?" His voice was booming yet he wasn't shouting. His mouth remained agape and oddly never moved as he spoke, but the snake-like grip around the little girl did tighten ever so slightly.
This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.
[h2]History of Characters[/h2]
[color=ed1c24][b]Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.[/b][/color]
Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.
[hider= Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017)]
[center][h2][color=8493ca]Kaeden Lucihan[/color][/h2]
[img]https://s15.postimg.org/mpnqooekr/The_Thief.jpg[/img]
[color=8493ca]"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"[/color]
[b][color=8882be]Age[/color][/b]: 17
[b][color=8882be]Ability[/color][/b]: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.
[b][color=8882be]Appearance[/color][/b]: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical [i]aspect[/i] rather than a physical [i]alteration[/i] - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.
[b][color=8882be]Ability Elaboration[/color][/b]: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.
[b][color=8882be]Personality[/color][/b]: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.
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[b][color=8882be]Biography[/color][/b]:
Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.
His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.
Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't [i]entirely[/i] unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.
From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.
His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.
Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.
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[b][color=8882be]Theme Song[/color][/b]:
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7r2BAvpVxM[/youtube]
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[hider= Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE ]
[center] [h2][color=82ca9d]Knutik[/color][/h2]
[img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/eb82/f/2010/222/4/2/zof_shade_by_jasonengle.jpg[/img]
[color=82ca9d]"[i]You look lost little child.[/i]"[/color]
A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.
[color=00a651][b]Age:[/b][/color]
Immortal
[color=00a651][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
Male
[color=00a651][b]Rich or Poor:[/b][/color]
He doesn't understand/care for currency
[color=00a651][b]Occupation:[/b][/color]
Being a necessary evil.
[color=00a651][b]Powers/Abilities:[/b][/color]
Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,
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[color=00a651]Biography:[/color]
Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he 'knows' he is but he has yet to meet a female counterpart. He's the materialization of dark emotions, primarily fear being the most prominent, that have existed for so long that they've, for lack of a better word, evolved into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest. He use to be deemed as evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all time high during the dark ages, Knutik turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events during the Dark Ages resulted in him becoming a shy spirit whom didn't make much contact with people. This lead his believers to think he was just a fairy tail and those that stuck with him even during his violent era eventually stopped believing him. Still, very few people in the present may mention him. After World War II, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became during the Dark Ages, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it.
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[color=00a651]Personality:[/color]
Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".
[color=00a651]Physiology[/color]
Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.
[color=00a651]Currently Likes:[/color]
Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,
[color=00a651]Currently Dislikes:[/color]
Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,
[color=00a651]Weaknesses/Flaws:[/color]
Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,
[color=00a651]Theme Song:[/color]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrlZu-uFtmg[/youtube]
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[hider= Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016)]
Name: Krye (Pronounced: Cry) Vincent
Alias/Nickname: The Wraith
Age: 20
Personality: Reclusive, curious, cautious, untrustworthy, intelligent, observant, laid-back, savage, deceiving,
Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.
[img]https://s8.postimg.org/rb12iehk5/t_h_e_sh_de.jpg[/img]
Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.
During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.
Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.
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[hider= Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016)]
[img]https://s31.postimg.org/6ekbvhh8b/Untitled.jpg[/img]
[hider=As a kid]
[img]https://s32.postimg.org/a4tqy0y1h/Untitled2.jpg[/img]
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[b]Appearance[/b]: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.
[b]Name[/b]: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)
[b]Age[/b]: 19
[b]Power[/b]: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)
[b]Strengths[/b]: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)
[b]Weaknesses[/b]: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)
[b]Extra[/b]: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.
[b]Bio[/b] (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.)
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Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in.
Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see.
The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.
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Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone.
Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly [b]'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, [i]wear thicker gloves[/i].'[/b]. Another paper had stated [b]'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. [i]Further analysis needed[/i].'[/b]
After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual [i]power[/i]. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start.
By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.
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[hider=Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site]
Appearance
[img]http://s8.postimg.org/o293p0x6d/8bbb6ca7c2f0e500a0cc136e069e1a4b.jpg[/img][img]http://s13.postimg.org/wa0brwn5z/1af95f2989b9e43dc6174d395fbcd895.jpg[/img]
Name: Kiiros Xanton
Current Age: 18
Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.
Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.
Theme Song: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThX6n0Wxnf0&ab_channel=llShIzUoHeiWaJiMall[/youtube]
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If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">This user occasionally disappears and seems to return only after several months or years have passed... just to disappear again.<br><br><div class="bb-h2">History of Characters</div><br><br><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Please note that this is really for my own purpose of nostalgia, to see my progress in character development and to cringe at my own creations. Feel free to cringe with me if you like.</span></font><br><br>Sadly I've deleted some of my character profiles due to withdrawing from rps and forgetting to record them. So I had more characters than what's shown here. These characters are sorted by date.<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017)"> Kaeden Lucihan from Camp Castaway (June 6, 2017) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2"><font color="#8493ca">Kaeden Lucihan</font></div><br><br><img src="https://s15.postimg.org/mpnqooekr/The_Thief.jpg" /><br><br><font color="#8493ca">"...You're not going to hurt me are you?"</font><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Age</font></span>: 17<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Ability</font></span>: Inhuman agility and reflexes. Wing powered flight and soul-bound items.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Appearance</font></span>: 5'9 in height, 149 lbs, lean muscle build, white hair, snake-like blue eyes, serrated sharp canine teeth. Small pointed white horns protrude from his skull on the top of his head. He has a long skinny short-furred tail that ends in a fluffy tuft, a little like a lions; colour matches his hair. Large bat-like wings can protrude from his back to allow powered flight, these wings are one of his soul-bound 'items' as they're a summoned physical <span class="bb-i">aspect</span> rather than a physical <span class="bb-i">alteration</span> - otherwise he'd be going through a lot of shirts.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Ability Elaboration</font></span>: Besides his agility and reflexes, as well as his horns and tail that seem to have no real purpose other than making him stand out, Kaeden has the ability to summon what he likes to call 'soul-bound items'. These are things attached to his soul on an astral level that he can manifest on the physical plane for his use. He only owns two: his wings and a pair of silver clawed gauntlets which he uses as weapons. Being soul-bound they can only be worn on his person in their specified location, meaning he can't summon his wings or gauntlets onto another person for them to use themselves. He manifests them using focus and intent, so his ability to summon them at all depends on his mental state. I.e if he's too tired or fatigued, or in a trance, he won't be able to focus well enough to summon them.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Personality</font></span>: Socially awkward at first (often fails to mitigate this using humour), very skeptical and often skittish, easily startled, very social despite being terrible at it, can quickly get anxiety at random times, will be very withdrawn when dealing with anxiety.<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Biography">Biography [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Biography</font></span>: <br><br>Kaeden has a traumatic past that still affects him deeply to this day.<br><br>His own birth parents had abandoned him in the middle of no where deeming him a monstrous curse upon them. Why? When he was 5 years old, just in kindergarten, his teacher had brought to the attention of his parents, strange growths on his head. One x-ray later, they had discovered their own son seemed to be growing a pair of horns from his skull. No biological or DNA test could provide them an answer as to why. Being quite the christian couple they tried to ignore it as just some form of mutation that would likely go away when he got older.<br><br>Except it got worse. At age 6 he began growing a tail, it wasn't <span class="bb-i">entirely</span> unusual for a human to have a tail, though highly unlikely, but what had his parents concerned was that his tail had white fur on it. Around the same time, his brown hair had become lighter and lighter in colour, until by age 7 his hair was completely white. It wasn't until his pupils became like that of a snake that his parents constantly began fighting about him, even discussing the matter of 'putting him down' before they ultimately decided to abandon him outside of the city.<br><br>From there he was bounced around different foster homes month after month, growing attached to his current parents only to have them throw him away, getting attached to his new parents only for the same thing to happen again. Some were weirded out by him, some tried to ignore his odd features, others were disgusted and many ended up neglecting him. At one point he discovered his summoning abilities when he was letting his frustrations out on his bedroom furniture, scratching everything up wishing he had claws to do more damage, to which clawed gauntlets appeared on his hands. Since then he tried experimenting, eventually discovering he could also summon wings, that's where his ability seemed to halt since further experimentation gave no results. He never showed any of his foster parents what he could do, figuring he's enough of a freak to them as is. The cycle of love>hate>abandon repeated multiple times, eventually making him feel hopeless and numb up until he reached age 15.<br><br>His last foster parents had kept him longer than the others had. He started feeling an inkling of hope that perhaps they didn't care about how different he was. Until one night when they thought he was asleep, he overheard them talking about getting rid of him. He was heartbroken to once again feel unwanted and unloved. His sadness turned to anger. He revealed himself to them, and during a heated shouting match, he summoned his gauntlets and slashed at his foster dads face. He still remembers their terrified expressions, how they looked at him like he truly was a monster. He ran away after that.<br><br>Ever since, he had become a thief to survive on his own. Becoming a squatter and taking residence in forgotten homes. It was during police chases and hunting parties that he learned of his inhuman capabilities of agility, speed and reflexes. However, his lifestyle of caution, wariness and fear of being caught by the age of 17 has left him highly skittish, jumpy and very skeptical of people's motives. One day after successfully stealing some food, he came across a flyer with information about a camp for people like him. His heart had raced with excitement at the mere thought that he wasn't alone. Dropping everything he had stolen to the ground he summoned his wings and without hesitation snatched the flyer and took off towards it's designated location.</div></div><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#8882be">Theme Song</font></span>:<br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/Q7r2BAvpVxM?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE "> Knutik from TNT - The Nameless Tavern (August 26, 2016) ACTIVE [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2"><font color="#82ca9d">Knutik</font></div><br><img src="http://orig01.deviantart.net/eb82/f/2010/222/4/2/zof_shade_by_jasonengle.jpg" /><br><font color="#82ca9d">"<span class="bb-i">You look lost little child.</span>"</font><br>A mysterious wraith-like shadow creature which at first glimpse would seem like something you'd find wandering a haunted location or hiding under your bed at night. Three clawed fingers, a fading torso ending in a wispy tail, piercing green glowing eyes and a physical form that looks akin to black fire, one would think this was a villain you'd see in a children's book.<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Age:</span></font><br>Immortal<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Gender:</span></font><br>Male<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Rich or Poor:</span></font><br>He doesn't understand/care for currency<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Occupation:</span></font><br>Being a necessary evil.<br><br><font color="#00a651"><span class="bb-b">Powers/Abilities:</span></font><br>Green (neutral colour) fire, shadows/darkness, black magic, shape-shifting, flying, phasing through material, having no soul makes it impossible for him to die,<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Biography">Biography [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><font color="#00a651">Biography:</font><br>Knutik is a Fervent Spirit; one of many. His gender is irrelevant or so he assumes, and is merely something he 'knows' he is but he has yet to meet a female counterpart. He's the materialization of dark emotions, primarily fear being the most prominent, that have existed for so long that they've, for lack of a better word, evolved into a sentient being. Mainly comprised of fear, he's spent eons enacting the role of survival, teaching creatures and ancestral humans the importance of fear and how it encourages them to live and survive to their fullest. He use to be deemed as evil, or a sign of bad luck, but some cultures worshiped him, understanding the importance of his symbolical existence. However, in the last several centuries, fear was being overturned by anger, hatred and violence. This had a very negative impact on Knutik, bringing out the lesser emotions he was made of and turning them into his main essence instead of fear. Reaching an all time high during the dark ages, Knutik turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty. <br><br>Various events during the Dark Ages resulted in him becoming a shy spirit whom didn't make much contact with people. This lead his believers to think he was just a fairy tail and those that stuck with him even during his violent era eventually stopped believing him. Still, very few people in the present may mention him. After World War II, Knutik settled into his own form of solitary confinement spending most of his time hidden away in old forests where he'd search for lost items to collect. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became during the Dark Ages, but as of the current days not long after an event within The Nameless Tavern, he's given up on that, allowing himself to be whatever he felt he was, even reveling in it.</div></div><br><br><font color="#00a651">Personality:</font><br>Knutik is very laid-back and sometimes believes he's above consequences, that is until the harsh reality hits him. His personality varies extremely according to whatever emotion becomes most prominent for him. It's this prominent emotion that determines whether he's shy, fearful, dangerous or cocky. Knutik often hoards valuables he finds/steals and is extremely protective of his collection. Losing just one of his treasures can spurn him into an infuriated and agitated state. His treasures are safely hidden within his own created realm known as "The Void Neath".<br><br><font color="#00a651">Physiology</font><br>Knutik is a physical being with powers, thus you can touch, feel and see him. He stands at 6 ft from head to wispy tail in his original wraith form and can be described to look like black fire is constantly slowly dissipating off him. Gravity affects him like any other physical thing, it's his use of magic that makes him fly. He is called a spirit because he is an animated being that doesn't inhabit a body, which lead many of his previous worshipers to believe him to be a stray soul trapped on the physical plane, which isn't actually true. He is physically made up of solid shadows that feel like cold silk to the touch and his 'heart' which behaves very much like a core is made up of fire. This fire is what produces the coloured glow to his eyes and mouth like a furnace within. Knutik isn't sure himself what the core is for since no matter what he shape-shifts into, it's always there. The only time it's not present is when he melts into the shadows, he discovered that the core transports to his realm during those times.<br><br><font color="#00a651">Currently Likes:</font><br>Shiny objects, knick-knacks, treasures, gemstones, ancient relics, tormenting humans, solace, tasty food, interacting with people, stealing, destroying things, fire,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Currently Dislikes:</font><br>Losing control of himself believing he should be above that, water, bright lights, being startled, losing his treasures, being unable to obtain a potential treasure, boredom, people who don't get easily intimidated, people who aren't scared of him, people who can defeat him,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Weaknesses/Flaws:</font><br>Focused light burns away his shadows, sensitivity to emotions can make him unpredictable, easily caught off guard, white/light magic can temporarily destroy him,<br><br><font color="#00a651">Theme Song:</font><br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/nrlZu-uFtmg?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016)"> Krye Vincent from The World's Prison (August 7, 2016) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name: Krye (Pronounced: Cry) Vincent<br><br>Alias/Nickname: The Wraith<br><br>Age: 20<br><br>Personality: Reclusive, curious, cautious, untrustworthy, intelligent, observant, laid-back, savage, deceiving,<br><br>Appearance: Black hair, grey 'piercing' eyes, pale skin, slim form, 5'9 in height, wears a black t-shirt and grey fur-trimmed coat, black pants and sneakers and leather belt.<br><br><img src="https://s8.postimg.org/rb12iehk5/t_h_e_sh_de.jpg" /><br><br>Bio: Krye ended up in prison with no regard for his age with several life sentences at age 14 for brutally killing 6 classmates during school after a bout of major bullying. With a problematic childhood leading to a severely damaged sense of morality, he was subject to many terrible events and medications that, without a proper diagnosis of anything, had only managed to mess him up further. By 16 he was practically tossed into The World's Prison when nobody wanted to deal with him anymore. It was in the prison city that he could freely be himself, this gave him a much needed form of therapy to regain his somewhat normal behaviour.<br><br>During his years in The World's Prison he's had plenty of time to increase his skill in parkour to escape from stronger individuals and fights he can't win. While he was never good in hand to hand combat, he had incredible skill with a knife. By age 20 he had already made a name for himself as The Wraith due to his speed, agility as well as his habit of appearing, killing a target, then disappearing before anyone even got a good look at him. He uses the fact that not many people know what The Wraith looks like, to manipulate and charm his way into allying with someone before stabbing them in the back (literally and figuratively) and taking their supplies.<br><br>Misc: His main weapon is a large knife that he keeps in a sheath attached to his belt and hidden by his coat.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016)"> Kailod Trouvin from Ghostwalker (July 14, 2016) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s31.postimg.org/6ekbvhh8b/Untitled.jpg" /> <br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="As a kid">As a kid [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s32.postimg.org/a4tqy0y1h/Untitled2.jpg" /></div></div><br><br><span class="bb-b">Appearance</span>: 5'9, slim with lean muscle. Black hair, grey eyes, naturally pale skin.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Name</span>: Kailod Trouvin|(Kye-lawd) (Trow-vin)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Age</span>: 19<br><br><span class="bb-b">Power</span>: Sensory Illusion (Can manipulate what people see, taste, smell, feel, hear) and Venomous bite (An odd physical result from the experimentation in addition to his base power)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Strengths</span>: Amazing ability to focus consistently (This helps him manipulate the senses of multiple people at a time), incredible visual memory (In a memory he can recall almost every little physical detail as if he was watching a video of his past), near perfect retaining of sensory information (If he recalls on a certain memory, he can remember what the temperature felt like, what he smelled, what he saw, what he could feel)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Weaknesses</span>: His retaining of sensory info and visual memory is severely limited by what he remembers (He has the normal memory of an average human and can't remember every little thing, but what he does remember is in great detail), his ability of Sensory Illusion is based entirely on his will and control (Amazing focus helps with this power, but he can easily lose control of it. For example if he's afraid the hallucinations will turn against him and doesn't regain his composure quick, then he will begin to hallucinate things that terrify him, or his mind will basically go against him thus causing his power to go against him as well.), had a depressing childhood and traumatic experiences (This has the potential to trigger uncontrollable emotions which will greatly affect his ability to control his power.)<br><br><span class="bb-b">Extra</span>: Always wears a coat since he easily gets cold. Enjoys playing chess and card games against himself. Often times seems like a loner. Favourite thing to do is read nonfiction books.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Bio</span> (You know these can get very long since I seldom get a chance to be super creative.)<br>-------------<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Simplified">Simplified [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Kailods mother died at birth leaving him with his art obsessed father who was left distraught by his wife's death. His father was negligent, not providing him with the proper needs of a growing child, too obsessed with his paintings. They were poor and living off of support. Kailod grew to be emotionally distant and extremely independent. His dad always forgets his birthday so on his 12th birthday he went to remind his father only to find him dead from severe malnutrition. He was placed in an orphanage where he remained until he was 14. A strange man of eerie uncertainty had taken him in. <br><br>Kailod became an experiment, forced through visual images, flashing lights, dna manipulation and brainwave alterations. He read through one of the man's papers while absent during an experiment to find out he had gained a venomous bite from one of the experiments and there was a mention of 'Sensory Manipulation' which would explain his hallucinations of grotesque creatures and beasts when he was afraid. He was later shut out due to his inability to cooperate when too fearful and was tossed into a different orphanage where he was bullied for the first time. Tired of being looked down on and afraid, during a confrontation he visualized himself as a terrifying monster in the eyes of his bully. Said bully was hospitalized. Kailod put two and two together and began to experiment with his new found power, even making people have full conversations with the hallucinations he made them see. <br><br>The day before his 18th birthday, he rendered himself invisible to everyone's visual senses, took every bit of information they had on him and set out to start his life. Age 19, he lives in an apartment where he steals food and money using his power. He has yet to test out his venomous bite but has gained control over his base power. During a usual day while browsing the internet, he had come across a recent news article about a familiar individual.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Thoroughly Detailed">Thoroughly Detailed [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Kailod had been born into a life that was going downhill from day one. His mother had died during birth and he was left with his distraught father who wasn't always readily available to meet his needs as a young child. His father was an obsessed painter trying to make a living through his art, always in a constant belief that he had talent for paintings worthy of a royal palace, despite his art never selling. It was clear to Kailod when he reached age 6 that something was wrong with his father. They had been receiving money through supporting means until his father could get a job, but he was trapped in denial and desperation as he continued to paint. No affection, no fun and games, no playing ball at the park. Kailod grew emotionally distant as he became more independent for his own survival at age 11, cooking his own food, walking to school and doing chores, while his dad continued to slave away in his work room uttering curses into the silence. Kailod's 12th birthday, he woke up to the sound of his alarm and checked the date on his calendar as usual in his morning routine. His birthday. He knew his dad had forgotten again. He headed to his dads work room, since he usually slept in there on a cot. Opening the door he could only see his father still sitting on the stool, leaning his head against a blank canvas, his previous one obviously ripped to shreds next to his feet. He walked over to him shaking his shoulders. "Dad... it's my birthday..." he slid off his stool and fell limp to the ground... 30 minutes later, police and paramedics were scattered about his house after he called 911. They told him his father died of severe malnutrition. Kailod couldn't really fathom what he should have felt in that moment, but one thing was for certain: he truly felt utterly and hopelessly alone. <br><br>Everything in his life had been tossed and turned from that point. He was thrown into an orphanage where he was also placed into a program to cope with the recent events. His schooling continued as usual until he was 14, when a strange man had come to see him. The man had a caring smile, but it unnerved him to the bone. Not long after, he finds himself practically forced into a series of little experiments to achieve some unknown goal. Flashing colours and lights through his head, brainwave alterations, visual imaging, dna manipulation, sleepless nights. Despite it all Kailod was afraid to disobey this man, he would tremble at his command as if his life was on the line. No real threat was directed to him, but he always felt more and more vulnerable and different. It was then after some of the experiments, he started to hallucinate things he was afraid of. Suddenly whenever Dr. Whitney came into view, his heart rate would quicken in fear and the man would shift and morph into grotesque and terrifying creatures each time, mimicking what he thought the man really was. He had spoken about it to Whitney, who proceeded to test it out at time, but each experiment on it made Kailod see something worse and more worse each time until he'd gotten too fearful to follow commands. He had taken a peak at the mans papers whenever he left to get something during an experiment; he read very clearly <span class="bb-b">'Subject gained venomous glands, physical alteration, body doesn't seem to consider as foreign and shows no signs of rejecting it. Subject has been given a venomous bite, <span class="bb-i">wear thicker gloves</span>.'</span>. Another paper had stated <span class="bb-b">'Sensory Manipulation, likely the given ability through experimentation. Alters perspective according to what subject feels or thinks. May be able to control it, but has gotten more difficult to get subject to cooperate. <span class="bb-i">Further analysis needed</span>.'</span><br><br>After a time with no warning the man had grown much too frustrated with him and he had been sent back to the life of an orphan, but he was transferred to a different orphanage than the previous one. The kids there weren't very kind. It was the first time in Kailod's life that he's been bullied. It was there he had learned of his actual <span class="bb-i">power</span>. His hallucinations weren't so bad since he felt safer outside of the mansion, but he kept thinking back on what the doctor meant by 'given ability'. One day a particular kid he wasn't too fond of approached him, snatching the book he was reading and making fun of his interests. Kailod wasn't very intimidating, small, weak, quiet. It was during this confrontation that he had wished they would see him as scarier, someone you shouldn't mess with. His bully's expression fell from smug slowly to confusion and then horror as Kailod appeared to warp into a faceless monster of oozing black tar right in front of his very eyes. The bully had screamed bringing the attention of everyone in the orphanage. He kept yelling and frantically shouting "MONSTER, IT'S A FREAKING MONSTER!!" he was taken to a hospital and hadn't come back since. Kailod had known full well that a monster is exactly what he imagined himself to look like to the bully. He started to experiment, making people see lights in the corner of their eyes, watching closely as they would look in the direction he had incorporated it into their vision. He knew for sure that he had an incredible power when he had used it on another orphan, making her see her friend and striking up a conversation with her, meanwhile she was talking to thin air. Not only could he make people see, hear and feel these... 'hallucinations' but he could use it on himself as well. His final test on his new ability was the day before his 18th birthday. The next day he would be allowed to leave, but he didn't want to wait anymore, he was patient enough. He altered the visual senses of everyone in his vicinity so that he was completely invisible to them. He grabbed everything he needed and left as if he was never there to begin with, took all his records, everything they had on him and truly started his new life. Sure they'll try looking for him, but he'll already be long gone with a head start. <br><br>By age 19, he had completely settled into an apartment where he lived on his own, surviving on food and money he'd stolen using his power. The venom he would occasionally taste every once in a while was simply a mere nuisance that his mind learned to ignore, he has yet to test it out. However, he has gained much more control over his power, often times even being immature with it and messing with people from time to time. Even making himself temporary imaginary friends whenever he got lonely. It was then while browsing the internet, he came across a recent article showing the photo of a very familiar face that sent chills down his spine.</div></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site">Kiiros Xanton from Mutant Facility (January 13, 2016) My first character on this site [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Appearance<br><img src="http://s8.postimg.org/o293p0x6d/8bbb6ca7c2f0e500a0cc136e069e1a4b.jpg" /><img src="http://s13.postimg.org/wa0brwn5z/1af95f2989b9e43dc6174d395fbcd895.jpg" /><br><br>Name: Kiiros Xanton<br><br>Current Age: 18<br><br>Power/Mutation: Pyrokinesis, power strengthens when exposed to sunlight. Inhumanely fast reflexes and high accuracy. Immune to radiation. Thermo vision indicated by reptile eyes.<br><br>Bio: Kiiros has always been a cruel and sadistic student in school who enjoyed causing mayhem and terrifying his classmates with violent threats and blackmail. He's apathetic towards all authority and views everyone else as beneath him. He's known of his powers for a long time and has managed to keep it a secret ever since, thinking he was the only one of his kind. During a heated argument with his negligent and strict-to-the-core parents, his father struck him with a baseball bat in an aggressive drunken rage. That same night when his family was asleep, he'd stolen all their money, blocked every exit, trapped them in their room, disabled all the smoke detectors, and set their living room on fire. Newspapers told of a mansion that burned to the ground the next day. Over a year later after he decided to strike out on his own, he finds himself living deep in the bowels of a grim city known as Galevein, working as a contract killer and underground informant. With the recent events going on, he's been sloppy, always leaving his victims burned to a crisp with no explanation, unaware that authorities were searching and capturing people like him. He's managed to hide from the law in general for a year, but this is something he wasn't prepared for.<br><br>Theme Song: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/ThX6n0Wxnf0?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div><br><br>If you've noticed how all my character's names start with a 'K', then you certainly are an observant one. This is because 'K' is my favourite letter and also corresponds with my favourite number.</div>
