⍚ Kanza ⥥
18 ⥥
Male ⥥
Heterosexual ⍚ "Lest we fail, onwards to the future."
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A P P E A R A N C EKanza stands at a little below average height, 5''10' with just as ordinary body fit for the normal duties of a tribal men, like hunting, scouting and/or trekking. Kanza is one of the more... effeminate looking tribesmen, having a slender and sleek figure, with an unblemished face to boot. His wavy, sky blue hair flows down his shoulders and his Persian blue eyes seem to idly stare right through you. Enemies would usually underestimate him because of this, Kanza himself doesn't seem to notice but he does take advantage of them underestimating him.
The mark of death rests on the right side of his neck. As he uses his powers, it bleeds, at first slightly shallow but as he depletes his lifeforce it bleeds heavily. It also glows a deathly-pale blue colour, as pale as death.
Kanza usually adorns himself in a long, black cloak that drapes onto the floor. It covers all the way up his neck, an unconscious effort to cover his perceived to be birth mark. Underneath he wears a simple, sleeveless vest. On his right hand a glove that helps grip and steady his arrows before shooting. His quiver has complex and ornate details carvings, done by Kanza himself. The most eyecatching carving is the cog-wheel, when asked about it, for the life of him he can't bring himself to remember why he carved it. [ ⍚ ]
P E R S O N A L I T Y"On many occasions, he was denoted by most around him as solitary and observing. He speaks only when he finds it necessary to do so, and with his discerning eye he can make the most astute observations/judgement towards a person he had just met. In that sense he is somewhat viewed as pragmatic.
He tries and avoids large crowds whenever he can, as he finds them cumbersome to deal with. Between him waving off men for trying to hit on him, and also the jealous stares at his rather feminine features. He also dislike at loud noises and sounds, and by extension, would usually be found at some quiet corner of a large party.
Rather than that, since he is young and lacks experience, many things cause him wonder and amazement. If something had piqued his interest, he would be examining said thing with a wide-eyed wonder. This usually occurs alot, his wanderlust doesn't help in it's placation. He is a man whom loves taking in his surroundings and marvelling at the beauty of everything, and has a certain distaste towards those who blemish the natural order of things."
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B I O G R A P H Y"Kanza hails from the 'Longear tribe'. That's not to say they were elves, but tribes natural beauty and flawless traits bore a semblance to the elves touted in fairytales. Them being a tribe that mainly used bows to hunt and has, for many decades, passed down it's teachings from generation to generation. They are one the most accurate and sharp eyed individuals hailing to the thick forests of the South East.
Kanza was birth of normal parents, both hailing from the Longear tribe. He wasn't someone that many expected anything from, his parents simply wanting him to be of use to the tribe and adhere to their traditions- which was to learn the way of the bow, and to give praise to the 'Goddess of Marksmanship - Artemis'. Not much else was really required of him, but he found that going forward without a goal would bear a fruitless effort. So he set a goal for himself, to become a sort advisor to the leader of the tribe.
And so he set off on this goal, with the help of his sound, tactical and pragmatic mind he drove up to the ranks of the tribe. Many would depend on him as the unoffical planner of the tribe. He also built up a notorious infamy of how deadly he is with his bow, his accuracy rivaling even the most seasoned veterans of his people. Many rumours have also circulated and whispered around the land, citing that he can 'hit a hare from 50 yards away, right between it's eyes'.
After amany years he had finally found himself as the head advisor of the tribe. Usually being present in the most important meetings of the tribe. He was also to act as the head of the tribe in times of the actual leaders absence."Memories Retained: Ignore for now
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⍚ Tempus ⥥
God, and Keeper of Time; It's Curator and Overseer ⥥
Male ⥥
Demisexual ⍚ I knew a girl – she knew a clock.
She'd give a squeal at an hour's knock,
Knocking not, as you thought, on wooden cots with chateau locks,
But on the sun and then the moon;
A harmless hello to twilight and goodbye to noon,
Though she still cursed the church's timely tune.
To the tower (sans the steeple), therein tolls this singing evil.
As I've said it, as you've guessed it,
An evil only to paranoid people
Like a woman with cauldron and brew
Skulking in a castle unfriendly to fours and twos.
Irony came in tens as a time-telling choir of cuckoos.
Surely, to be so vain without a valentine
And nemesis to a clock chime
Is to be the subject of a parable line!
Or just driven cuckoo by your cuckoo's carol.
Harrowed by birds and bells: that was her peril.
Only stopping time could mollify the young miss Meryl.
When chrono crossed her, she crossed herself, in truth,
For chrono could herald the theft of her youth.
But she devised a defense against this theft uncouth.
She would crush the clocks; proof her home of day and night.
Surely, she would be its only light,
And those bells would be out of mind even if only out of sight!
I knew a girl – she knew a clock.
The night went bump when her feet would knock.
A maddened dance through halls of few keys and fewer locks.
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GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C E"Tempus stands at 6"0', whilst tall is seen as a bit diminutive when compared to his fellow Gods. He is usually found clad in the armour he himself had crafted. It was devised as a way to withstand the strain of time when he is viewing it, and greatly helps reduces the receding effects of meddling with time. The armour itself is unique, unique in the way it would only fit Tempus. It glows a pale blue, giving off a sense of intimidation and exudes a sort of heavy presence.
Many people do not know what he looks like out of his armour. He has long, black hair that flow all the way down his shoulders. His gaze is sharp, but usually unconcentrated, as if he was pondering about something deeply. His visage is entirely human, or atleast thats what he wants people around him to look like. With his casual attire that he is almost never seen in, a ragged and broken scarf can be found enveloping his neck, it is one of the only standout features of his out-of armour ensemble." [ ⍚ ]
K N O W N F O R+Keeping the sanctity of Time
+Silent contemplation
+No nonsense attitude
+Likes visiting beautiful environments
+Dislikes people who can manipulate time for their own agenda
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F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y"Tempus came into being by 'Elder Gods' who were tired of other Gods messing with the timeline to fulfill their own needs. The Timeline was riddled with Gods doing whatever they wished, and in making Tempus they wanted someone to control the unwelcome changes made. Similar to Gadreel whom protected the Garden of Eden in the Bible, from the very beginning he was made to fail.
He made his presence known to the other Gods, enacting punishments onto the Lesser Gods whom messed with time for their own wishes. He cited enough warnings towards these Gods, but most just scoffed at him, believing that they were free to do what they wanted since they were 'Gods'. The punishments he lay weren't exactly merciful, some would be made stuck in the timelines they intruded in, and only after many millenia would he allow them to time travel once more, and with a more restrictive set of rules. As such many Gods held him in disdain, some even loathe him for how remorseless he appared to be, even if he did give them many warnings.
His steel-iron ruleset would be bent when his eyes met with his Starkissed. He was the most beautiful existence he had ever seen, and that's saying something considering he can see the past, present, and the undeterminant future. The woman was the first to approach and converse with him, despite his rather infamous reputation, day on day she would come around and just... talk with him, and she slowly melted his initial aloof and cold indifference. Her visiting would be one of the highlights of his day, and he would count down the time until it was the hour she visited.
It was a simple, nice gesture, and over time they would grow closer. She being one of the very few who'd seen him without his armour. Overtime it grew into something more than just friendship, but Tempus was still inexperienced with 'relationships' but it would somehow work, even with his... 'job'.
Then, on one particular day, she didn't visit him, which was odd as she never had failed this, not even once. With a slight panic he tried looking for her with his powers, which was against the rules; which was to use his powers for his own benefit. This was the first time he had ever went against the ruleset set onto him by his 'creators' (or his jailers). He found her, being cornered by figures clad in black. They seemed to have some intent, but before they could reach her, Tempus appeared right behind them, with a single touch they turned into a pile of dust and bones. His Starkissed promptly hugged him, tears streaming down her face and was babbling in an incoherent manner, she said something along the lines of his makers sending those men, believing him to becoming very 'human' since he had met her.
It was a trap, set upon him by the 'Dark Gods'. They whispered to his makers ears and made them doubt him. Soon he was surrounded by his creators. They restrained him in chains of white,"You have broken one of the basic edicts we have bestowed upon you, they were right, your punishment will be decided by them."
He was handed off to the ones who set the plan in motion, the 'Dark Gods', with devious and pleased smiles they laid on his punishment. He would be cursed, and his immortal soul would be banished to the human realm for all eternity. There were no shouts of pain, he let them do as they will, but under his breath he swore he would get revenge.
He found his powers, and memories starting to fade. His eyes open, resting on a roof. He had forgotten who he was, and was born as Kanza.
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S K I L L S E T- Fletching: He is an accomplished fletcher, making his own arrows and even his own bow
- Unnerving Stare: His stare is known to look at your core, your soul and deconstruct your very being
- Fleet of Foot: His tribe is naturally gifted in their fast stride, they can traverse the land with relative easy and can scale even the tallest trees in seconds.
- Scouting: His tribe requires to know the lay off the land, he scans the area around him and can make a mental or physical map.
- Dead-Eyed Markmanship: There are some truths in rumours, his skill in Archery is well-reknowned
- Agile: He tends to fight using his quick speed, under the doctrate of being able to dodge every attack meaning that they can never sustain damage.
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A B I L I T I E SThese will unlock as we continue.Life Force:
15/15Juncture: Weakest AbilityTempus was once known as the 'Ruthless Keeper of Time', he was particularly good at protecting the sanctity of time.Time's Displeasure: Kanza can manipulate time relative to him in small ways, for things like dodging a blow, catching fishes with relative easy, making a mental notation of land much easier etc.
Temporal Recognition: If in immediate danger, Kanza can activate this to see events happening a few seconds into the future. Overusage would result in being knocked unconscious.
Revertation of Fettle: Kanza can grab an object (broken or unbroken) in his hand (eg. a broken pot), and reverses it to a time where it was in it's pristine condition.
Adjunct of Mending Time: Moderate AbilityTime is as tough as glass, breaking easily under the hand of disruptive Gods, these helped Tempus find the right shard of glass to fit.Time's Osculation: Kanza touches a person, he will be able to see the memories they retain. This means that he can only see memories they can remember.
Time's Past: Kanza will be able to see an image of the past of an area, as if it was happening around him.
Stint of the past: Similar to 'Time's Past', but instead of an image he would be able to see a scene from the past, affecting not only him but everyone in the area. As if a movie was playing all around them.
Desolation of Time: Strongest AbilityUsed by Tempus as a sort of last resort, these are mostly used as 'punishments.Hour of Indignation: When Kanza uses this ability he restricts the power of another for a moment, dispelling any usage. He can use this pre-emptively to prevent a spell being cast, in which case, lifeforce is not spent. He may also use this as a silence while something is being cast. Finally it can be used in an effect that has a duration, but it does not completely destroy the spell, only dispels it temporarily for the duration of this ability. The amount of time this ability lasts varies based on several factors (the power of the ability, Kanza's personal state, the environment and situation, etc.)
Suspension of Pulse: The area relative to him is frozen in time, he may chose whom will not be affected. He cannot hugely uphinge an enemy's timeline by killing or drastically wounding them during this time. Lasts up to 15 minutes.
Time's Celerity: Kanza bestows or absorbs the takes time in an area around him, in a domelike way, massively accelerating or reverse their time as he wishes. If it is not targeted or concentrated it will affect everything around him.
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I N V E N T O R YWhat is on your person-His quiver, filled with hand-fletched Arrows
-Dark Cloak, blessed by his tribe to be able to withstand magical attacks
-Blessed Bow, allows attacking of magical beings
-Short ornate dagger, treasure of his Tribe.
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