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In my absence I have developed close relations with aliens!
4 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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7 yrs ago
Something drew me back here today. (Sept 28, 2019 )
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9 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. He is the materialization of dark emotions. Emotions so prolonged through time that they've, for lack of a better word, coalesced 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 was at large deemed 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 had turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events following the end of the Middle Ages turned him into less of a nightmarish horror, and more into a shy and concealed spirit whom made little contact with people. This effect spanned across all Fervent Spirits who became nothing more than phantoms of myth. With the passing of the last generation that knew of Knutik as a real entity, the stories once told of him in time turned to dust and named nothing more than fairy tale. Those that stuck with him even during his violent era had stopped believing him too... and The Fervent worshippers faded into history. Still, very few people in the present may mention him for he left the biggest mark in all of human history.
After many more years into the modern age, 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. Old and ancient artifacts from those who once worshipped and adored him for the force of good he first coalesced to be. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became in those dark and terrible times, 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... if he must.
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.
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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.
Funnily enough, even though my previous post from today was over a week ago, I had a dream involving your little imp character this morning. At a whim I decided to check and lo and behold you had your reply using the imp character just 10 hours ago.
I am interested to see how your character/s will play out.
If you would like to read more about my character Knutik (Pronounced NUT-ICK) so you can have something to go off of, here's a link to his profile so you don't have to sift through all of the pages: roleplayerguild.com/posts/3856147
After reading through your Terry Bogard profile I am excited to see how possible interactions with Knutik go, there is a lot of interesting potential here for interaction and what a cool character! Not to mention with those cool senses of his, Knutik may have a hard time hiding as he usually does around this wolf of a man.
Important note though, I'm not active here every day and neither is Dark Light. One of the third individuals who hopped in a while back seems to have also gone missing @Assallya, but perhaps at some point she'll be back. It's been ages since this place bustled enough for me to stick around as a live roleplay. So at the very least that gives you plenty of time to keep caught up with your other roleplays, so don't worry about missing anything or having to multitask here.
Knutik's own attention would no longer hold to the imp itself as the horn was presented to him. His eyes only saw treasure, the sheen upon its material as the light gloamed over it. From out the flat surface of the ceiling, a shadowed limb stretched out, elongated claws reached for the horn.
With a careful clasp of the tiny object, just 1/5th the size of his fingers, he pulled it back into the ceiling where he withdrew it to the shadows, and it disappeared just like that. The imp could only guess where it had gone.
To Knutik's own surprise, his thirst for treasure seemed appeased enough by this tiny trinket to let alone the female patrons @Assallya jewelery. However his eyes cast down to the larger man that had been seated this whole time beneath their little quiet transaction. The imp was now lost from his focus and left to his peripheral as he grew curious of this viking-ish, biker-looking individual.
He didn't appear from where he saw at the least to bear any kind of trinket he cared for, but as it was revealed already, Knutik for the time seems to be quelled for now in his lust for "shinies". For how long though, is not known; could be days, could be an hour, could be minutes.
His head tilt to the man minding his own drink. He appeared to be just another regular human patron. Knutik never questioned as to why humans from his own world seemed to fill the Tavern from time to time, he presumes many worlds, dimensions and even other time-streams in various universes existed out there where humans lived. Perhaps in another universe even, someone else here has thought the same thing and Knutik himself just comes from another strange world where these mammalian creatures live.
Nevertheless, the shadow's own capacity for thinking never expanded too far in breadth, being so singularly focused he would often just accept things without a second thought. Perhaps he just... didn't care.
He wondered though how this particular individual wound up here. Elves, dwarves and other human-look beings are quite different he can tell, but this man, at least at a glance, seemed to be from a modernish era.
How did this man wind up here at the tavern? To be honest... how do most of them? Shy from asking so directly, he simply remained at his position and observed the man beneath him for a short time.
Knutik has interpreted confusion before, and he's not new at all to making what others have appointed as 'ridiculous' requests in The Nameless Tavern, but the longer the imp delayed any action, the ever burning his itching desire for all that glinting metal grew within.
Where he comes from, people long ago used to worship him and all he symbolized as an aspect of survival. He was the omnipresent fear that helped drive their very instincts. He was the terror that frightened them of spiders, made them scared of deadly snakes, and terrified them of wildfires and all that threatened them and their lives.
In their worship of him they always brought tribute. Gems and jewelry, gleaming metal and coins. When arrived the industrial era, and then came the age of technology, their instincts grew unnecessary in the safe borders of their cities, within the secure walls of their homes and ever more in the immaterial of the internet.
Knutik watched them grow bold on their own without him, watched them ignore their common sense, fold into their reckless behaviors and challenge every bit of what made him a meaningful part to their lives. Everything he stood for was all but moot in both the safety they had built and their sheer stupidity.
He wondered if somewhere he'd done something wrong along the way... Whatever it was, the gifts hadn't come for centuries, and nobody knew his name anymore. In an ironic twist, he no longer represented the necessary fears of survival... but just plain fear. The only time of year he ever feels recognized anymore is the day they call "Halloween", and they left him with a void he didn't know they filled.
Those gifts always burn in his memory, made a part of who he was. Without tribute and treasure, the ache and need for them persists in him like a fire.
The emerald blaze of his eyes squinted at the imp, tiny slits of a verdant fire.
"If you shall not retrieve them for me, I shall get them myself.". His speech was always so mannerly, so formal and bearing the light of one with nobility and prestige. He's carried it over long from the medieval era of his world when he first learned the developing language of mankind from the many knights that lived. Evolving still to the current speech of modern day man, he's long dropped the "art thous" and "thy", but perhaps a part of him holds onto what remnants there are... in nostalgia maybe.
"But first... that's quite the interesting looking trinket you have there...." Without gesture the imp would be able to sense what precisely the shadowy being meant.
I must say I'm pretty happy to see this roleplay thread still around after so many years, even though it's slowed down significantly from other amazing realms and stories people are currently running. Of which I have no problem with, everything has it's time in the spotlight and TNT may swing back around some day, who knows.
I was 18 struggling with myself when I made Knutik in this thread. I am now 27 doing fantastically in life. After nearly a decade I still remember fondly some of the events in this place and Knutik to this day is still a beloved character of mine.
I hope to breathe a little more life back into here again but just want to thank you for the amazing personalities you've brought in and how you kept it going for so long Dark Light. I'll continue to be around in the shadows like the haunting spirit I play.
Knutik's infernal green eyes would reveal themselves, blinking slowly in their squinted demeanor. He'd never interacted with other beings of shadow much, so preoccupied with the going ons of too many interesting people, and tending to his own.... hobbies.
The intentions of the imp came through loud and clear, but he's not used to being seen as normal common folk. A fearful face, a trembling figure, this he's adapted to and it made his responses so simple and easy. Stay and glare, or flit away into the darkness. The complexities of communication struck him with too much sensory information, more than what he was usually accustomed too, far too complicated.
In this he had preference to remain a very straight forward entity, but the imp interacting by this means, somehow it made it feel easier for him in interpretation. Yet... his reflex to shy away held firm. He seemed to recoil slightly, as if he could be pressed against the ceiling anymore than he already was as one of the many shadows cast upon it.
For but a moment, he had forgotten about the shiny trinkets he intended to collect, his interest piqued now by this unfamiliar being somewhat in his own likeness.
His voice wasn't much of a voice in this state, but more like a wind.
"Anything?" Knutik barely whispered in the imps mind, that nobody else would hear him.
"Are you asking me to request something from a particular desire?" he's seen enough people come and go, how they all ask for... almost the same things. A drink, a snack... these options were far from Knutik's taste. That is to say... he doesn't quite taste anything.
The gratification of his wants, venting anger, hoarding shiny objects to satiate his desire to grow his collection, other people's feelings and fears, even music... those things he might describe have a taste. But was any of it something he could ask for? Like the normal tavern patrons?
He looked to the far end of the establishment, at the back wall where the lady here previously @Assallya had retreated to a table and sat down. "She... is covered in treasure." a pitch of ecstatic zeal slipped into the wind of his 'voice' at the word treasure. Could it be that he really could ask for.... "anything" as the imp had implied? Knutik tested this.
"I would like her trinkets, as many as could be acquired." So used to simply taking things, sneakily or by force, he's never once tried to ask somebody else to do the deed for him. He wondered if the imp would even be willing to oblige. Amusingly this entire shadowy transaction was being done just over the head of the unaware tattooed bulk of muscle right beneath the dark specter.
@Assallya was not un-witnessed by a different set of piercing eyes, squinting from a place unseen. The darkest corners he laid hidden and still, where he'd serpentine only from casted shadows and blended in just as well. In public eyes he hasn't been for many long years, try as he will to conceal his presence but it would seem he's out of practice.
He did not miss that glance or gaze, she spotted him careless for a moment, a flicker in sight. He never learns from his mistakes. It's always the patrons he deems most unfit, so unaware of their surroundings or too intoxicated to see, that prove him yet still just how weary and lax he can be.
His realm had grown somber, the quiet too long, such time dragged on there that he had returned to his second home. This tavern brought memories, he's been here for a while, so many things he has seen... oh how he misses the scarecrow invasion. He'd been quiet these long years, glimpsing from the darkness, waiting for something to happen.
Yet this lady he stared at and watched unfettered, every glint and every gleam of the gold she was wearing, drew him in terribly. She was covered almost entirely with all the treasure he'd love to have. Many patrons he's seen here and there, but none so far had nearly taken all but his complete restraint to lash out and steal yet another addition for his hoard.
Or in this case, many.
The distraction of such trinkets may even have been the cause for his carelessness, but he weaved like fluid darkness across the wall to the ceiling above, too far lured by such trinkets to barely notice the rugged man giving her a difference gaze @Dark Light.
If there's one thing he knows about remaining hidden, it's that people rarely ever look up. It's natural for those who evolved forward-facing eyes to keep their gazes along the horizon, so the highest places always made the best hiding spots. Up here however he was closer to the lights upon the ceiling and his shadows could stand out.
Fortunately for him she had made her way to the back of the tavern, where a wall lay close behind her and the lights weren't so bright. He couldn't help his own adrenaline, high risk, but such high reward, he was prepared to snake his way over when he was interrupted for a brief moment @Dark Light.
A shadow on the wall flickered slightly in the darkest corner of the tavern.
From years ago and years more on, this entity has come and gone. Eyeing, watching, witnessing and seeing still the events and many conversations playing out within these walls. Since incidents ages past, he's near gotten himself into trouble here many of times. Showing himself had grown to become a problematic event, causation for uncomfortable circumstances. Shadow wielders here, monster slayers there. This tavern has had many a unique visitor that would see him destroyed, claimed, controlled or worse to those around him, empowered for their own ends.
While he's lied unseen these many years, his presence has never truly gone. You could say he haunts this tavern now and has been for a long time, and for the spirit he is it has become almost a second realm to him.
Always slipping just out of view Knutik wisps across the far corner, melded into the shadows unseen as he has been these many years. Nobody could know he was there, or has been here the whole time. His gaze only brief looked upon those conversing within the tavern, before he disappeared once more.
Hello! I have not been here in 6 years and I have a question or two.
I am still Knutik in this roleplay, the wispy black spirit of fear: roleplayerguild.com/posts/3856147 And I was wondering if I was allowed to do some edits to my character profile and give it a few small fixes and updates?
I will not be drastically changing the character at all, just small details about him [Mostly grammar and phrasing] as well as updates since he has been gone for a long time and has discovered and learned a few things in the past 6 years of his absence.
The shade reeled back at the sight of the satyr as he hasn't seen anything like it before, his shadows bristling slightly in a disconcerting demeanor. There hasn't been any violence or anger incited about the Tavern to influence his own violent and aggressive tendencies for a long time, so he was back to his old shy and reserved self again. Knutik melted away into the shadows disappearing into the earth beneath him like a funnel of darkness until it was as if he was never there, retreating out of sight away from the goat man.
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. He is the materialization of dark emotions. Emotions so prolonged through time that they've, for lack of a better word, coalesced 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 was at large deemed 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 had turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty.
Various events following the end of the Middle Ages turned him into less of a nightmarish horror, and more into a shy and concealed spirit whom made little contact with people. This effect spanned across all Fervent Spirits who became nothing more than phantoms of myth. With the passing of the last generation that knew of Knutik as a real entity, the stories once told of him in time turned to dust and named nothing more than fairy tale. Those that stuck with him even during his violent era had stopped believing him too... and The Fervent worshippers faded into history. Still, very few people in the present may mention him for he left the biggest mark in all of human history.
After many more years into the modern age, 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. Old and ancient artifacts from those who once worshipped and adored him for the force of good he first coalesced to be. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became in those dark and terrible times, 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... if he must.
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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,
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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. He is the materialization of dark emotions. Emotions so prolonged through time that they've, for lack of a better word, coalesced 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. <br><br>He was at large deemed 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 had turned into a sadistic monster of nightmares and death had turned into his specialty. <br><br>Various events following the end of the Middle Ages turned him into less of a nightmarish horror, and more into a shy and concealed spirit whom made little contact with people. This effect spanned across all Fervent Spirits who became nothing more than phantoms of myth. With the passing of the last generation that knew of Knutik as a real entity, the stories once told of him in time turned to dust and named nothing more than fairy tale. Those that stuck with him even during his violent era had stopped believing him too... and The Fervent worshippers faded into history. Still, very few people in the present may mention him for he left the biggest mark in all of human history. <br><br>After many more years into the modern age, 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. Old and ancient artifacts from those who once worshipped and adored him for the force of good he first coalesced to be. For the longest time he held back from giving in to his more dangerous emotions fearing the monster he became in those dark and terrible times, 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... if he must.</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,</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>
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