Post by Silvarn on Dec 10, 2009 4:40:16 GMT -5
“I find my strength
Believing that their souls live on.
Until the end of time,
I’ll carry them with me.” ~ Within Temptation
[Image from "Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance," with modifications]
Name: Kaleidyn Rae’Vin
Age: 25
Race/Class: Human Duelist/Poet
Physical Description: Exceptionally lithe, but on the short side of normal and not incredibly muscular. Ebon-blue eyes and long midnight-black hair, fair skinned, nose has a noticeable hook to it. He usually wears a royal blue tunic with matching great coat and white boots. Or, in his noble regalia, a grey-black doublet with a deep blue cape trimmed with gold thread and ornamental onyx raven brooch and belt buckle. He has a perpetual look of melancholy in his eyes, but his face suggests mild annoyance.
Personality: Sociable enough, and does enjoy company, but prefers not to speak, and woe be to he who interrupts one of his sessions of brooding solitude. He respects those with authority, but cannot handle having his own authority questioned. He has a heart for the downtrodden and misfortunate, and resents those who use their power at the expense of others. He is resentful to open his heart to passing acquaintances. No deed, no matter how grand, can influence his decision on bestowing friendship; only by proving one’s character over the course of many months can coerce Kaleidyn into becoming friends.
Background: Kaleidyn was born the bastard child of the late Lord Rae’Vin and a noblewoman. He was forsaken soon after his birth and was raised by a slum mother who taught him the importance of embracing different facets of life, rather than focusing on one particular idea. He took to this teaching quickly and early, becoming a jack-of-all-trades at a young age. The slum mother noted his myriad collection of skills, remarking they were ever-changing and many-faceted, like a kaleidoscope. She then gave him the name Kaleidyn. Kaleidyn soon began forsaking some of his skills in order to perfect those more prevalent in his current lifestyle, such as being able to defend himself and slipping past or away from danger. One “useless” skill he retained, however, was his natural skill at poetry. On
days or when gang wars kept him indoors, he would carve poems on the wooden table with a dagger he affectionately named Niche. Because he only had one chance to choose the right word, mistakes were out of the question, promoting a rigid mastery of his poetic ability.
As he grew, he became romantically involved with a pretty young thing named Athena. He would often be forced to protect her from lecherous thugs. Athena wished him to simply drive her oppressors away, but never kill them. As such, Kaleidyn developed great skill with the rapier, favoring it for its ability to inflict great pain, but nothing very lethal.
When Kaleidyn’s slum mother died, he and Athena took joint control of the house. They could not raise enough funds to pay taxes, however, and so Athena did what any woman in her predicament could do: she sleeperd herself to the highest bidder. Things turned sour, however, when she would frequently come home with severe bruises. She continued on because she and Kaleidyn needed the money. In the meantime, Kaleidyn tried to sell his poems while searching for his Athena’s assailant. He soon learned that the local Count Turburch liked to slap pretty redheads around for sport. That same night, Athena did not return. Kaleidyn paced their bedroom feverishly, madmen’s circles appearing under his wild eyes. When dawn came, he was at the sleeperhouse. He found Athena’s chamber and found her broken body sprawled across the sheets. He shut the door quietly behind himself and the sleepers listened through the door, but heard nothing. An hour later, Kaleidyn reemerged, his eyes blazing with black lightning.
“Who did this?” he asked the sleepers.
“We don’t know – we aren’t allowed to say.”
“Who did this?” he snarled at one, holding her at dagger-point.
“Count Turburch. He comes here every other evening. He likes redheads.”
A week later, the Count Turburch was pleasuring himself with his new favorite toy. As he began to climax, Kaleidyn emerged from the shadows, threw him against the wall, slashed out a poem on his back, and affixed his body to the wall with his dagger. When the authorities found the Count’s body, they also found the poem:
“One stroke
For every bruise you gave her.
With lust, you killed me –
Now I return the favor.
~ For Athena”
Kaleidyn then found employment protecting sleepers from their more aggressive and obsessive customers. The well-to-do learned to dread this dagger in the dark, warning each other to beware a visit from the sleepers’ Guardian Shadow.
Then, suddenly, the sleepers under his guardianship began to be killed off, night by night, until only a handful of terrified soiled doves remained. One of the sleepers mentioned she overheard a man introducing himself as the Devil’s Eager Nocturne, and that his escort was found dead the next day. The other sleepers confirmed this, though they also called him Den. Kaleidyn then swore to avenge these poor, lost souls and the memory of his Athena and slay this one called the Devil’s Eager Nocturne.
Soon after, Kaleidyn was hunted down and forced to follow a group of noblemen to Rae’Vin Hall, a place Kaleidyn utterly detested, because he had been told that its Lord, Cacuus Rae’Vin, was a very vain and manipulative man. Upon arriving, his escorts explained to him how, in fact, Cacuus was his father, and with his death Kaleidyn was now Lord Rae’Vin. He was also present with the blade named Edin, Blade Rae’Vin. Kaleidyn took a great liking to the Blade, but not to the Hall, forsaking it for life on the streets, but using it as a refuge when street wars got out of hand.
Since then, Kaleidyn has been practicing his newfound powers gifted by Edin, writing masterful works of poetry, and pulling his father’s connections in an effort to track down the Devil’s Eager Nocturne. He keeps a moonstone, Athena’s birth gem, close to his heart, to remind himself of his true purpose.
Abilities: Kaleidyn is moderately skilled in several abilities, namely those involving sword-fighting, stealth, acrobatics, diplomacy, and poetry.
After much research, he discovered his inheritance as Heir Rae'Vin was much more than just Blade Rae'Vin. Sages called this sword the Sharp Pen of the Muses, or just the Muse for short. Furthermore, he discovered, if one grasps the Sharp Pen of the Muses, recites a special poem called the Divine Scriptures of the Maidens, and writes the Maiden's sign with the Muse, the Maiden will be obligated to grant a temporary gift to the poet. These gifts vary widely in effect, and no two gifts may be received at the same time. Each gift lasts for approximately one hour.
Motives: Find the Scriptures of the Divine Maidens to aid him in his quest find and kill the one known as the Devil’s Eager Nocturne. Beyond that, he secretly desires to develop a large following to rival Nocturne’s. His deepest wish, however, is to join Athena in the afterworld, but he must complete some vague task his soul bids him to do before he will be satisfied with life, and embrace death.
Believing that their souls live on.
Until the end of time,
I’ll carry them with me.” ~ Within Temptation
[Image from "Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance," with modifications]
Name: Kaleidyn Rae’Vin
Age: 25
Race/Class: Human Duelist/Poet
Physical Description: Exceptionally lithe, but on the short side of normal and not incredibly muscular. Ebon-blue eyes and long midnight-black hair, fair skinned, nose has a noticeable hook to it. He usually wears a royal blue tunic with matching great coat and white boots. Or, in his noble regalia, a grey-black doublet with a deep blue cape trimmed with gold thread and ornamental onyx raven brooch and belt buckle. He has a perpetual look of melancholy in his eyes, but his face suggests mild annoyance.
Personality: Sociable enough, and does enjoy company, but prefers not to speak, and woe be to he who interrupts one of his sessions of brooding solitude. He respects those with authority, but cannot handle having his own authority questioned. He has a heart for the downtrodden and misfortunate, and resents those who use their power at the expense of others. He is resentful to open his heart to passing acquaintances. No deed, no matter how grand, can influence his decision on bestowing friendship; only by proving one’s character over the course of many months can coerce Kaleidyn into becoming friends.
Background: Kaleidyn was born the bastard child of the late Lord Rae’Vin and a noblewoman. He was forsaken soon after his birth and was raised by a slum mother who taught him the importance of embracing different facets of life, rather than focusing on one particular idea. He took to this teaching quickly and early, becoming a jack-of-all-trades at a young age. The slum mother noted his myriad collection of skills, remarking they were ever-changing and many-faceted, like a kaleidoscope. She then gave him the name Kaleidyn. Kaleidyn soon began forsaking some of his skills in order to perfect those more prevalent in his current lifestyle, such as being able to defend himself and slipping past or away from danger. One “useless” skill he retained, however, was his natural skill at poetry. On
days or when gang wars kept him indoors, he would carve poems on the wooden table with a dagger he affectionately named Niche. Because he only had one chance to choose the right word, mistakes were out of the question, promoting a rigid mastery of his poetic ability. As he grew, he became romantically involved with a pretty young thing named Athena. He would often be forced to protect her from lecherous thugs. Athena wished him to simply drive her oppressors away, but never kill them. As such, Kaleidyn developed great skill with the rapier, favoring it for its ability to inflict great pain, but nothing very lethal.
When Kaleidyn’s slum mother died, he and Athena took joint control of the house. They could not raise enough funds to pay taxes, however, and so Athena did what any woman in her predicament could do: she sleeperd herself to the highest bidder. Things turned sour, however, when she would frequently come home with severe bruises. She continued on because she and Kaleidyn needed the money. In the meantime, Kaleidyn tried to sell his poems while searching for his Athena’s assailant. He soon learned that the local Count Turburch liked to slap pretty redheads around for sport. That same night, Athena did not return. Kaleidyn paced their bedroom feverishly, madmen’s circles appearing under his wild eyes. When dawn came, he was at the sleeperhouse. He found Athena’s chamber and found her broken body sprawled across the sheets. He shut the door quietly behind himself and the sleepers listened through the door, but heard nothing. An hour later, Kaleidyn reemerged, his eyes blazing with black lightning.
“Who did this?” he asked the sleepers.
“We don’t know – we aren’t allowed to say.”
“Who did this?” he snarled at one, holding her at dagger-point.
“Count Turburch. He comes here every other evening. He likes redheads.”
A week later, the Count Turburch was pleasuring himself with his new favorite toy. As he began to climax, Kaleidyn emerged from the shadows, threw him against the wall, slashed out a poem on his back, and affixed his body to the wall with his dagger. When the authorities found the Count’s body, they also found the poem:
“One stroke
For every bruise you gave her.
With lust, you killed me –
Now I return the favor.
~ For Athena”
Kaleidyn then found employment protecting sleepers from their more aggressive and obsessive customers. The well-to-do learned to dread this dagger in the dark, warning each other to beware a visit from the sleepers’ Guardian Shadow.
Then, suddenly, the sleepers under his guardianship began to be killed off, night by night, until only a handful of terrified soiled doves remained. One of the sleepers mentioned she overheard a man introducing himself as the Devil’s Eager Nocturne, and that his escort was found dead the next day. The other sleepers confirmed this, though they also called him Den. Kaleidyn then swore to avenge these poor, lost souls and the memory of his Athena and slay this one called the Devil’s Eager Nocturne.
Soon after, Kaleidyn was hunted down and forced to follow a group of noblemen to Rae’Vin Hall, a place Kaleidyn utterly detested, because he had been told that its Lord, Cacuus Rae’Vin, was a very vain and manipulative man. Upon arriving, his escorts explained to him how, in fact, Cacuus was his father, and with his death Kaleidyn was now Lord Rae’Vin. He was also present with the blade named Edin, Blade Rae’Vin. Kaleidyn took a great liking to the Blade, but not to the Hall, forsaking it for life on the streets, but using it as a refuge when street wars got out of hand.
Since then, Kaleidyn has been practicing his newfound powers gifted by Edin, writing masterful works of poetry, and pulling his father’s connections in an effort to track down the Devil’s Eager Nocturne. He keeps a moonstone, Athena’s birth gem, close to his heart, to remind himself of his true purpose.
Abilities: Kaleidyn is moderately skilled in several abilities, namely those involving sword-fighting, stealth, acrobatics, diplomacy, and poetry.
After much research, he discovered his inheritance as Heir Rae'Vin was much more than just Blade Rae'Vin. Sages called this sword the Sharp Pen of the Muses, or just the Muse for short. Furthermore, he discovered, if one grasps the Sharp Pen of the Muses, recites a special poem called the Divine Scriptures of the Maidens, and writes the Maiden's sign with the Muse, the Maiden will be obligated to grant a temporary gift to the poet. These gifts vary widely in effect, and no two gifts may be received at the same time. Each gift lasts for approximately one hour.
Motives: Find the Scriptures of the Divine Maidens to aid him in his quest find and kill the one known as the Devil’s Eager Nocturne. Beyond that, he secretly desires to develop a large following to rival Nocturne’s. His deepest wish, however, is to join Athena in the afterworld, but he must complete some vague task his soul bids him to do before he will be satisfied with life, and embrace death.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.