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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:24 pm
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Inside the Gun
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History:
In common folk lore between countries, Kelpies are known to be mischievous and down right terrifying creatures. With the Kelpies, the type of Faerie breed; they are shape-shifters, and morph between glamorous Horse and attractive mortal; commonly known to be male and reside within marshes, lakes, rivers and streams. These creatures take rest on the bedrock, creating a home to seek spiritual healing and shelter. There had been lore of a monstrosity that reared its head from the Lake of Black. Zane. He had been born from the dark spirited nature of the Lake. No mother, no father. Nonexistent parental guidance and upbringing but thus was the nature of birthing a Kelpie. Spirit of the waters. Black as the lake he came within, Zane arose and wreaked havoc around the shores where Diamonds washed ashore. Within his birthing year, children whom were curious about the precious jems washing shore had quickly disappeared with only their washed up livers to give trace. Snapping from the dark waters, he would quickly entrap the children to his sticky skin or even clamp down to their limbs with his jaw to drag them into the waters; drowning them. Perfectly preserving the bodies in the cold water so they later could be eaten. He was untamed and vicious and the young-lings of mortal offspring were his favorite meals.
Within passing decades, less and less beings ventured to the lakes and suddenly there was a realization that steered within the Kelpie. Word travels and the creatures whom he prayed upon passed word quickly on how to survive. He was starving and so change was needed. Venturing onto land, his monstrous form of black horse with webbed feet and slimy thick skin, he shapeshifted into a mortal guise. A susceptible form comparable to a perfect mortal male. A sight he stole from a meal. Staring to the town before him, his mission was clear; to learn and acknowledge to culture and customs the people set in place. Intelligence had surrounded him, each mannerism and behavioral pattern memorized. Zane found the treats to be amusing with each passing day that quickly turned to months and then so years. His status as Helheim lifted and soon he became a Lord with a plot of land. Silver Tongue played within the royals parties of course. Alas the need for substance came but with his position in life made things elementary. Whores; a dime a dozen. Murder was simple in every aspect, disguising it as a disappearance amd considering he took care to consume every fleshy piece surrounding bone, hell, even the bones were tasty treats. Livers were left behind still, but cats loved the bits and so were fed accordingly.
Town had turned into grand kingdoms after a few decades past, and the smell if toxic iron flooded the Kelpies nose with each passing day. The smiths constantly meeting supply and demand directed to iron building supplies. This was an iron city now and growing more poisonous by the day. Consequently; Zane developed a laughter, a Tourette of sort but never induced by a shift in nervousness or behavior, it was more of a random spurt that eventually he went along with. He fit right into the Mercury intoxicated hatters. There had to be a change though, his guise wavered with the toxins flowing through the air to where even his power wasn't enough to distract him from the scent. With rising in position with politics, he couldn't be spotted for Fae, he had to be seen as mortal for now. With gathering of maps, he proceeded to study the landscapes and small villages that could use a person of his build, a place just beginning without an overwhelming scent of iron. Perfect. The Village of Soporona.
Moving was simple, he wrote to his political powers in regards of the transfer of lands and the formalities that ensured his return to be the life of the parties. This is where everything changed. This town was quaint but ruined with stories that were quickly found to be based on truth. Vampires, Gargoyles, beasts and Phantoms. They knew not their place and so seemingly took what they desired without hesitation. No law as they too fought with one another in what seemed to be heinous acts. Sir' Heleim observed from his new home by the rivers bedside without much question to motives behind these territorial wars or crimes against humanity. Readings in the papers to what he had once not normally cared for in the past quickly grew an nagging interest in the gossips and the information it held. Abnormalities within the, considered Paranormal beings, took a sharp rise and it was uncontrolled without enforcement acted to limit. Oddly, he had developed a compassion for all creatures after hundreds of years of being one with society. Chaotic times even during his attempt to take rest in sleepless nights.
A month, traveling through the village that had grown without the use of Iron thanks to his influences. He trotted to retrieve his daily paper to Lady' Lunas gentle beats. Laughing until his world abruptly shattered. Iron Bridal was fastened from behind and his Guise was broken to revile the black Kelpie Standing in the streets with lowered head to a powerful grip to rains. His enraged eyes engaged that of a headless being. no eyes to meet, no facial expression to note. This being whom quickly made himself enemy was unreadable and held all the power in Zanes world. He was enslaved and he too became apart of the problem of the lands. Living what was seemingly normal life during the days while the Kelpie and the headless being rode into the night and took mortals as trophies. Their bodies were eaten but the heads were kept by his rider.
Days turned into months once more and then to years.Hundreds of years. Time was lost as every waking moment he lived with being on call as this phantoms menacing horse. His relationships indwelling, his lifestyle withering away as Zane had shut himself away in the dark manor beside the river. Stories developed in the city that he had once groomed from the bottom up; stories of the Headless Horseman. Zane was released when the Phantom found him to be of no further use. Just as he came, the man faded from existence to much the Kelpies dismay of settling the debt with curse. This was an unspoken history, he be damned if creature, mortal, either living or undead being set knowledge and voiced.
Upon reassessment of his release, his eyes had been truly open to the corruption of the paranormal entities. Crimes were continuing their spiral, that he was sure of then the idea hit him. A justice system that regulated the entities using court politics and gateways of jurisdiction that covered all lands. Freedom was sweet and the activism surrounding Zane, he returned to the kingdoms and used his silver tongue to regain powers lost through his absence and further influenced the concept into reality. Zane served an outreach and a purposed a formation of council, a high order, a guidance in place for all creatures and paranormal beings. With no particular alliance set in mind he gave a tittles of Honorable 'High Elder downward to Elder' positions to all kingdoms in given order but the exception of his heritage of Kingdom of Black and metronome colors being the corresponding primary top of chain. Each branch has a different duty and accords with delegation of entitlement. Established in Village of Sleepless Dreams; the center of it all, the Council came to order and passed their laws. With boundless jurisdiction over the paranormal beasts, judgement is applicable to pass on crime ranging from Fine to penalty of death. With this, mortals and creature were set to coexist for hundreds of years to present with the help of another establishment of The Knights of La Lune.
Personality:
Zane is well aware of his weaknesses and mythical abilities that are commonly regarded below the standards for battle ready, but his intelligence is outmatched when it comes to manipulating events to his favor. Politics is his game; Mischievous with coy intelligence with collected and proper mannerisms. You could say, he lures his opponents with charm. Random spurts of laughter may ensue without prompt that so happened to be more common within coming to judge ones fate in trial. The laughter was assumed directly linked to his iron intoxicated mind. Ranging from difficult and eluding to simple to deal with, he can be more or less a friendly face among the crowd whom enjoys the social aspect of any politician life. Zanes proud nature is represented with his head held high and posture near perfect.
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Puzzles are his favorite as he gives them out in riddles; only to those that challenge. If he wasn't already eluding enough these quizzes of cleaver intellect give fair trial of life. Nasty ending to whom fail his test but with greater award if they are salved.
Appearance:
Skin, slightly tanned and virgin to tattoos. Clean and well groomed, Zane keeps his hair slicked and sometimes fluffed as it is in representation of his mane. Brown to aquamarine irises will always stare a sweating challenger down until they give in and meet with his demand. Mature and yet fun, his style varies as he was never settled with just one color. Although from the Kingdom of black and strongly associated, he hardly ever takes part in the clothing or attire of the people. Fun and flaring fashion, he typically garnishes himself with the colors of other kingdoms that sometimes range from dark to light. His passion is to combine their styles to suit his own.
Zane walks with a since of swagger, trotting and dancing to his own tunes in his head. He sometimes take woman or man by the hand and twirls them with grace before kissing their hand farewell.
>>A Badge, notation to the Shadow Council. This finely decorated silver piece that drapes around Zanes neck and held within his clothing as he keeps it hidden unless in the presence of council hall.
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A demon horse born from the dark waters of Lake Black, he truly represented the lake with his shinning black skin and deep crystallized webbed feet. The demonic build glistened and reveled every muscular curvature of his frame. His main, filled with moss fell in slimy but neat unison to his base neck line. This Kelpie brought ruin to the land.
Armor:
If combat finds Zane Heleim and it's seen fit to not revert, his choice of armor is light fitting with refined leather paneling of blacks and plated steel representing his home colors with a subtle flare of moss to reflect himself. His armor is more or less suited for style and optimized for movement rather than to be hit directly. Flashy and fun.
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Reverting to Kelpie is when the situation becomes threatening. With Diamond hard, sticky flesh, this beast sees it unfit to coat the outer with armor. Standing alone, he is a formidable foe.
Weapons:
Zane had never been the one to openly carry metal on his person but makes an exception when tempting fate. He pulls a slimy weed from his hair and before the eyes, the slimy organic material transforms out of glamour and into a magnificent Staff Made up of black diamond from the Lake he called home for so long. Simple in build with tranquil curvature that was twisted and formed within the black waters.
Powers:
Shape shifting- Morphing his structure is simple, a devils gift to the Kelpie; allowing a morph between horses regardless of breed and color along with male mortal forms.
Water purification- pollution rather it be oil or poison, with a single touch and heart given to the waters, they can be purified.
Organic manipulation
Silver Tongue- This man can speak among the masses and slip his way into peoples hearts just by the way he talks. Knowing what to say in the exact moment had always been useful, even if he can't tell a lie. His voice is memorizing as his sentences spew poetry in what can twist a persons thoughts or feelings to allow slight persuasion to what he desires however; this is never enforced. This isn't mind manipulation.
Diamond flesh- Activated within Kelpie form; Skin as hard as the black diamonds from his home waters, damaging is near impossible if you don't have the right tools.
Sticky flesh- Only activated within Kelpie form. The flesh is said to be so tacky that even that slightest touch with fingers you will be cemented on. Perhaps cutting off your limb will do the trick?
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 6:37 am
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To War
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Fighting Style:
>Capoeira fighting- just for show mainly, but the kicks are his pride and joy. Packing power in the momentum carried from his flexible body; he kicks like a horse and is agile as water.
>Yin Shou Gun- that art of fighting with his staff. Although proven to be less deadly than his kicks, but provides full support where he can back off quickly.
>Kelpie is going to Kelp- when the line is drawn into full battle, he takes form of Kelpie and with his diamond hard flesh, he holds his own in battle. His skin is his defense but for an offence; he becomes much more beastly. Razor sharp fangs and powerful legs, the Kelpie kicks and shreds through metal as if it were paper wrapped around butter.
Weaknesses:
~Simply put, Iron; rather it be the strong perfume or object placed upon flesh.
~A mounted bridal across his muzzle, rather it be in mortal or human form. The Kelpie will break guise and become obedient to the one who holds the rains.
~Livers, though, this has to be a consumption. Livers are even more so toxic than Iron.
Curses or Blessings:
~The curse of being Fay, he can never spew a lie.
~The constant hunger for mortal flesh and bone.
~shape-shifting is limited to Horses and male mortal appearances.
~Is blessed with lavish life style even though it was earned.
Skills:
Silver Tongue
Party planning
Behavioral biologist
Psychology
Cellist
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 11:56 am
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