Name:
Kalec Tenebris
Age:
25
Allegiance:
Church of the White
Position:
Holy Knight
Height:
5' 8"
Weight:
175 lbs
Hair Color:
Dark Brown, with shades of light blonde
Eye Color:
Lighter shade of forest green
Gender:
Male
Written Appearance:
His voice his said to be warming and welcoming, teetering on deification. To accentuate this, because of his connection with the White God he has an almost perfect facial structure, one very befitting of a Holy Knight easily making women swoon and men clench their fists. His hair is combed neatly from side to side, nothing short off 'perfection'. Finally outside of his armour he wears a long cloak that hangs freely, touching the floor. The oddest thing about his physique is the numerous amounts of lacerations and whip-like slashes all over his back and front body. After certain events, he is found wearing an icy glare.
As I walk the velvet road,
A man looked up at me with purity,
I made no promises nor abodes,
Yet his smiled radiated with such sweet clarity.
The weapon rose to the sky,
My eyes faltered and a pang of guilt made to permeate,
Silently I hoped he would fly,
Yet he remained, as if to denigrate.
It spoke of such innocence, such life,
His lips still ever curled up his cheeks,
He held no ill will, no strife,
This odd fellow, certainly unique.
No fear, no anger, just simple acceptance,
The blade cut tenderly through his flesh,
It wasn't acceptance, I realized, it was sufferance,
His body did not resist, nor did it thresh.
On the velvet road, my mind guttered through,
My superiors accomplished this with such glee and mirth.
The wind that night, as if to chastise, blew harsh and true.
I, my hands caked with dirt and blood, pondered my place on this earth.
~The lost pages of war
Personality:
Kalec is said to be compassionate, and emphatic. Whenever he hears of the plight of the normal folk he always answers to the best of his abilities, sometimes even forgoing mandates set down by the order. In battle he is said to have an uncanny, almost callous smile, as if he enjoys being in the battle, the expression is said to be unbefitting of a Holy Knight. He always had faith in the White God, however he himself personally believes in the quandary of the people foremost. As of recent events, his faith has strongly been shook and his personality turned somber.
Background: Kalec could not exactly pinpoint when he was born, as he and his older sister moved from places to places alot. Some places they stayed for longer and others gone in a few days. He was sort of a wandering nomad, no place to call 'home' exactly. Most of the days he and his sister had nothing to eat, but someway, somehow they always made it through. He never really knew his parents, and his sister refused to talk any length about their parents.
Everything was normal, starving children as they were Kalec had everything he wanted, even if it wasn't much. However, something changed during Kalec's 14th birthday. His sister somehow managed to scrounge up money to buy him a cake, even if yesterday they had no money to speak off. At this point, Kalec was ecstatic, he wanted to go around and share this cake with a couple of friends he had made in the area. It took a few hours, but he happily ate and chatted with the few children he befriended he he made in the few weeks he stayed here. By the time he was done, he wanted to return home, having forgotten to thank his sister with all his heart.
The sight he saw when he returned home would forever plague his mind till the end of his days. Scarlet blood was strewn all over the dirty and brokedown shack. The smell of iron ever present in the area. His eyes trailed all over the room, looking for his sister until he found her, dab in the middle of all the blood. Her eyes weakly traced onto Kalec, she waved at him to come towards her.
"Holy.. K-Knight."A stream of blood flowed down her mouth, and the only thing that drowned the deafening and eerie silence were Kalec's screams.
With no one left in life, he turned towards the church. Particularly the Holy Knights. There was a reason why his sister prioritized those words over any other. It took almost two years to find and travel to their location. He sought refuge with them. When his name was given, he was immidietly given tutelage as a squire. He was taught under the 'Red Stinger', Gallafron Reyes. He was very lax and forgiving, yet taught him with he utmost care. He let Kalec carve and mend his own path.
In this way, over the many years of his training he was allowed to be a Holy Knight, and was presented with his first ever 'Arc Weapon', Song of Dusk.
However this is when he had started to hear of the 'purgings'. Holy Knights were given the 'privilege' to weed out villages, and even kingdoms if needbe. Personally this disgusted Kalec, but he could go against their orders. He was forced to commit these heinous acts, against his will. His faith shook roughly, his fellow knights seemed to have no problem with blindly following and executing their orders.
He was even found trying to assist and help one to escape, and was about to be dishonorably discharged from the Holy Knights were it not for the intervention of his Mentor. Instead, he was given weeks of punishments. Now, after they thought they had indoctrinated Kalec, they set him off on one mission to 'test' his faith. From then on, most of his fellow Knights treat him with scorn and contempt.
Current Story: "Redeem yourself, 'Holy Knight' Kalec. Prove yourself to be worthy of the White God and his blessings. There shall be no more 'chances' even hiding behind Gallafron. Find Princess Anastasia or be executed for treason."
Weapon: Song of Dusk or 'Dusksong' is a rope dart, the rope taut and true, seeming to never be unhinged. The blade being the finest steel, glistening in situations where there is little light. The weapon is oddly named, it is named after the sound it produces as it cuts through the air when it is wielded by its rightful owner. It hums in a soothing and melodious tune, as if lulling its listeners to a wistful and listless sleep.
Ability: Loki's smile - Kalec can use the light to distort people's view of certain things. Like making him appear in places where he isn't, to making clones of himself that pose no real harm to it's enemies only there to deceive. He uses this to his advantage, forcing people to ask themselves if they need to dodge or if they were to waste their energy, in this way Kalec can think of ways to deceive and confuse enemies. In many bars, people whisper of Kalec as the 'Scarlet Deceiver'.
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