[h1][center][color=0076a3]Kieran Hishamie[/color][/center][/h1]
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[h1][center][color=0076a3]Did not expect the day to take this turn[/color][/center][/h1]
Interacting with: Himself, starting an interaction with [@NarcissisticPotato]


Kieran cursed under his breath every foul word he could muster while running at his top speed away from what appeared to be nothing at first glance. But if you listened closely, faint footsteps could be heard at a distance way from where Kieran was running from. He had spent all day keeping to himself, doing odd jobs to make money for food. If he could help it he did not want to steal, although he wasn't opposed to stealing. And he did not judge others for stealing. It was just a personal choice. Plus, Kieran thought, he got to meet all kinds of people and help out wherever he could. He had learned a spell awhile back that hid his facial features when directly looked at, but without anyone taking notice of it. The magic he cast would effect anyone within a few feet of him, and it would subconsciously nudge people not to look directly at him. Kieran spent all day doing odd jobs, and he thought he got really lucky when an older gentlemen offered him quite an unusual amount of money for doing a few odd chores around his home. But as he went on with his job, he realized that he was being watched. His magic should have made that impossible, unless you knew what to look for and forced yourself to look anyways. Kieran continued on for a while longer, before he had quite enough of the weirdness. Kieran stopped what he was doing and started to walk over to where he saw the people watching him, but it only took a few steps towards them to realize who they were. They were people that he spent years trying to avoid. His families hired thugs.

Kieran was still recovering from his last altercation from his family and their hired thugs. He and his late magical teacher had tried to make a brave stand against his family, doing the opposite of Kierans nature and fought back. Kieran, dedicated to stopping his families dnagerous plans for him but not willing to compromise his principles, fought without killing which severely limited him. This caused his family to get a fatal blow in on his magic teacher, who used one last spell to shield and hide Kieran. Kieran fled, at the great urge of his soon to be deceased teacher, and had been running ever since. 

Kieran realized he had been found, turned around, and tried to calmly walk away. His magic was useless at the moment, no offensive spells could be used and his disguise spells would be no help against these people. Kieran sighed, looked back, and smiled. He pulled an apple out of his bag hanging around his shoulder, bit into it, and winked. When Kieran spoke, he spoke loud enough for his stalkers to hear and while he had a mouth full of apple.

"[color=0076a3]Hiya! Nice to see you guys! Would love to catch up but -[/color]"

At that moment Kieran took off, without looking, crashing through a crowd of people and ducking around corners. Kieran thought he could lose his pursers, but to no avail. Kieran tried shaking his pursuers all afternoon, but everytime he would almost lose them, they would catch up. Back to present time, Kieran was out of breath, hands clutching his side and eyes in a frantic state. Kieran had lost sight of his pursuers for the moment, so he stopped and leaned against the nearby wall to gather himself. He knew the area decently, and knew there was a tavern close by. He saw a few people, including someone that intrigued him. From what it appeared, it was a woman and a man, but the woman intrigued him more. Even from the distance he was he could see the scars on her face. They were very obvious, but were not the highlights of her many features. Kieran cocked his head to the side, and coughed softly. Then he looked at the man. But before he could make any pre-made judgements, Kieran's eyes widened and he coughed up a small amount of blood. He looked down and saw two small hooks grappled to his shoulders. The sharp ends digging into his skin started to burn, and Kieran gave a small yelp. 

In a moment of anger, Kieran turned around and faced his attackers. Clearly by the shocked looks on their faces, two things were apparent. One, they had not meant to harm him only to stun him. The man holding the chains that attached to the pins looked suprised, and in shock dropped the chains. Two, they were also suprised about Kierans reaction. His face contorted into a face of pure rage, and Kieran let lose his magic aura at his attackers. He had not meant to, he simply lose control of his emotions at the time. His magical ability and lost patience only made his presence more terrifying. Kieran opened his mouth to utter a spell.......When a third hook latched itself into his chest. Not deep enough to kill him, but in his weak state it did nothing to help him. Kieran dropped to one knee, but his gaze never left them.

"Shit", Said one of the attackers," We weren't suppose to hurt him like that."
The second attacker spoke. "Shut up, it was an accident. Lets fucking beat it, if he dies we can say we had nothing to do with it."
The third attacker spoke. "Crazy ass family. We are done working for them."

Kieran watched his attackers flee, then looked down at his body. His white, slightly unbuttoned, dress shirt had three holes in it, with blood stains becoming a dark in the injured areas. The two hooks, one in each shoulder, and one in the center of his chest. Kieran figured this wasn't fatal, but it certainly was healthy. Kieran turned around and looked at the two strangers. He began to walk towards them.