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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:54 pm
"Why be the flame that burns the bridge down,
when I could simply be the oxygen." I have only one rule. Do not post in here. If you'd like RP, PM me or quote me in thread.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:25 pm
 Kian Donahue XXXXXXXXX►►//.General Information:Nationality: Irish
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Witch Eater
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, with a preference to males.
Roleplay Color: #357EC7
►►//Appearance:Height: 6'3
Body Build: Lean, defined muscles
Eye Color: Bright blue
Hair Color: Light blue
►►//Magic:Coercion: Kian has the ability to whisper a suggestion, and have a person think on it, until it is as if they think that it was they, who thought the suggestion originally.
Extra Sight: Kian removed his own eye to better watch the world around him. He wears a bone mask to hide onlookers from his mutilated eye socket, but he is now able to levitate his left eye and still see with it, giving him a great observer's advantage.
Shadow Illusion: As with anyone who dabbles with magic that ought not be touched, Kian has found ways to create illusions, using his very powerful mind so the beholder sees exactly what he wants them to, yet they are always only shadows.
Tea: Death Chalice
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:35 am
 Personality and Background XXXXXXXXX►►//.Personality:
Overview:
Kian is an observer. He’s quiet, and rather restrained, by self affliction of course to watch and not act. While other witch eaters are out there, killing and feasting, he merely watches. However, that’s not to say he doesn’t partake, he just does it the easy way, by having others do most of the dirty work, and he reap the benefits. Why would he become active, when he has the ability to just softly say what he wants, and get it from others? Morally misguided, Kian has no qualm with watching others die, but that doesn’t mean he won’t find a friend. In fact, he loves friends. They make for the highest of amusement for him. A friend is easy to coerce and Kian, with his gentle movements, shy face and seemingly innocent eyes, what friend could turn down the soft-spoken requests of one such as he? He’s quite aware of his charisma, despite seemingly shy. It’s all a mask; just like the one he wears to hide his true intentions.
He’s not one to hide his true nature. While he’d offer his friendship to any witch (of course with hidden intention) he will not hide his witch eating side. He’s quick to tell others just how fast he could take their hearts, regardless of it being true or not. But with a tongue as sharp and calculated as his, who would honestly want to argue?
With the world of good and evil blurred before him, Kian has no true aspiration or goal in life. He simply wants to watch the world die of its own destruction, but soft words whispered to one boy here and another girl there, well, let’s say this little observer has a hand in the destruction, regardless of what he may let on. To see the world end though, would be utterly boring for one so fascinated with life, he just simply wants to see as much destruction and horror as possible, and delight in it every moment.
Broken Down:
Observer:
Quiet:
Morally Ambiguous:
Obsessive:
Two-Faced:
Shallow:
(THIS WILL REPLACE WHAT IS ABOVE WHEN IT'S FINISHED)
Observer: "Why light the fire, when I can hand you the match?"
Kian removed his left eye, forever scarring his delicate features for the betterment of his greatest joy; the observation of the human condition and the demise they bring about. Kian is quite fascinated with interaction, though a bit reserved when it comes to true involvement. Though he has come to care for several people, thus taking on a more proactive stance in their lives. This doesn’t mean he’s changing his stance, but rather sealing himself into a comfortable role for the observation of those he found worthy enough to keep around. He can become much more proactive when he wants to see a certain story play out. For example, how far can he push someone until they cry, what makes a man laugh, small things like that, force him into engaging the world in which he exists in. Because of Kian’s observatory tendencies, he’s very analytical and quick to notice small details and use them to his advantage. Kian finds that being so attentive makes it easier to be charismatic, which makes him a dangerous foe to find on the battlefield, as sometimes he finds ways to simply just, talk his way out of danger using only what he has observed.
Cold: "I'd rather not talk about it...thank you."
While this trait often gets confused for him being quiet, it’s anything but. Kian is a very distant creature, due to his lack of wanting to be a large player within the world’s misfortune. If he doesn’t find someone interesting, he often will try to brush them off, and harsh words have been known to come from his supple lips. Kian has a basic understanding of his own human emotion, while managing a vast understanding of those around him and their emotions. Though because he does not indulge in what he does not feel completely gravitated to indulge in, he remains far from a person, physically and emotionally. He’s not a good person to unleash negative energy or worries to, as he won’t know how to respond. He’s not the type to really confess his lesser moments either. He keeps a façade of a blank, apathetic face, though under that porcelain skin, he’s calculating, watching and predicting.
►►//.Background:
Kian found death to be a fixation early on. His parents were Cerberus Knights, one a majin the other not, with smiles as pure as their intentions. But Kian would listen to their stories, forgetting what the moral to them was. Instead of hearing about the evil and bad in the world and how he should refrain from it, he heard about the Witch Eaters. Their hunger, driving them practically mad with evil and cruelty. He became fascinated with them. So fascinated, he snuck his way into a prison with one Witch Eater there. Originally, the man lashed out at him, coaxing him to get closer, licking at the side of his mouth in hunger. Instead of fearing, Kian wanted. He wanted the power he could feel radiating inside the other. He wanted to cause as much death and destruction as the man before him did. A single shout and quick hands, and Kain was taken from that eater’s sight.
It started with a break to the many necks of birds. Kian began making skull necklaces from the birds of which he killed; each one more sinister and hauntingly more beautiful than the last. Fearing for their child, his parents placed him within the Academy, knowing full well the darkness that resided in their child. They felt they were unable to reach him, and that the school could do better. That’s where Kian found his ability of charisma. It was a small whisper here and there, but he soon found people coming under his power, and two years later, that’s when he took his first heart. Still unsure if his gift was simply because he was smart or because of something more, he fled from his family, knowing they could potentially come after him one day. Despite the idea of patricide, or matricide, Kian found the whole story to be exhilarating. The world was open to him, and so many lives could be affected, or ended by his soft words, or his fierce hands. He donned the broken skull of an animal he killed. To him, it was a symbol of the line he walked. Blurred between the living and the dead. He would never directly interfere, as that would be too easy. No, he’d walk the path of an observer, only whispering small, tiny events, and watch the destruction take its own path.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:06 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:07 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:08 am
Relationships XXXXXXXXX
Key
Love ■■■■■■■
Romantically Interested ■■■■■■
Friend ■■■■■
Neutral ■■■■
Acquaintance ■■■
Dislike ■■
Hate ■
Athir || Played by Musica ||
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"Such an innocent mind, with constant reddening cheeks. He's got so much potential. I'd like to keep him around."
Aodhan || Played by Neb ||
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(Previously ■■■■■■■)
"I once loved you, but now I feel your use to me as grown wanting. My anger against you and your "honor" grew and now I think I hate you. Congratulations, Aodhan. I'll see to your death one day."
Emrys || Played by Self ||
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"Quite frankly, I just find you amusing. Your kind are lackwits with no sense of progression, yet I digress, amusement. Your story is amusing. Your ongoing search is amusing. I wonder when I'll grow bored of you?"
Illystria || Played by Rini ||
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"You're going to be useful one day. As food or as pawn, I've yet to decide. But you will be useful."
Ruria || Played by Omie ||
Friend ■■■■■
"You're supposed to kill me, yet we both shared a moment of weakness. I regret nothing though. I do hope to see you again, even if it means it'll be my last moments."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:09 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:34 am
Credits XXXXXXXXX
Shop concept: Chocorette
Official art: Chocorette
Character information: Myself
Misc. art: Respective artists.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:06 am
Solo Journal Entry 1
Subject: Athir
I first met him when he was just a witchling. I'd managed to lure him out to a pond. I don't exactly know what I had been thinking, but I found something so much...deeper within him. I've always found myself to be a bit of a monster but still very much human. I do not enjoy over-doing the world with hate and fear, but I don't avoid it certainly. I had intended to...hurt him, yet I found myself drawn to him. I'd refused to feed from him, out of sheer fear of losing his innocence. I became...afraid, in mere moments. My life had shattered at that point when I realized I didn't want to live it alone anymore. I wanted to live it with him. But...why?
I've always found myself to be the observer. I stick to the shadows. I watch love, I don't partake in it! I watch death, I don't bring the knife across their throats. Yet, I look upon Athir, and see this radiance, this ...luminosity coming from those big, innocent eyes and I just feel...
Alive.
I removed myself from his life, but I never stopped following him up. I watched him graduate, I watched him grow and flower into the witch he'd become today. I couldn't take myself away from him, no matter how much I tried, so I found him again. He was working at a flowershop, still is to this very day, and just as if we'd never left each other's lives, we'd became ...friends again, immediately.
He even allowed me to live in his home. Why Kian, you stupid fool! Why are you doing this to yourself. You don't deserve him. He's all the good in the world compacted into a single entity, and you... you're a vile, mutinous creature with claws and fangs. How dare you wrap your poison into his veins, how dare you look upon that face...
Oh Athir... I'm falling for you. And it frightens me. Because one day... I know.
I know.
I'll destroy you.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:28 am
Solo Journal Entry 2
Subject: Ruria
I've fought tooth and nail to stay alive. Figuratively, of course. We all know I'm s**t for a fight when it comes to magic. If it's a fistfight though, I can hold my own. Though I've got a weak endurance. Anywho, oh how the mind wanders.
I met a blackheart. How simple does that sound? It's almost like the time I'd run into a reaper. Oh how he frightened me. Why? True insanity confounds me in ways that the smoke monster confounds those who pay attention to Lost. To be truly insane, is to be truly lost. I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am and where I'd like to be, yet the universe doesn't always allow me to be there.
Yet as I was terrified by Mischa, I was terrified by Ruria. Not her, nor her weapon but the recklessness I displayed. I took her body, and placed mine inside hers. I wanted her. I wanted her forever. My love for Athir grows day by day but my sexual desires seem to do the same. Athir's a delicate flower that I want nothing more than to place in a glass box and protect for eternity, but Ruria... I could lose myself in her. Yet, her mission provides difficulty, as she's been assigned to kill me for a foolish mistake on my part. I sent Aodhan to kill her mentor. How was I supposed to know? I didn't even know her! They had taken Athir! They had removed him from my metaphorical glass box and I wanted him back!
So I took him, by any means necessary. And brought him home.
Yet this story isn't over. I'm now plagued with guilt. Each smile, each giggle is now a lie when I hear it from those delicate features of his. I've ruined any chance of our relationship starting out pure before it had even begun! And it didn't begin! We're still not even together! While I may live with him, and adore him silently, that's all it is! I tell him how beautiful he is, yet he does nothing. What am I supposed to do?
I was able to take Ruria. I lost myself in her body, tasting her, feeling her from the inside. I drown my seemingly miserable feelings in her, pushing them further and further away as I became an animal to passion and not a man of reason. I betrayed Athir before we had even started, and I had betrayed Ruria.
I've found myself... conflicted. Ruria is my soon-to-be killer. Aodhan wants to take my life, Mischa probably wants to take my life. I'm a wanted man, hiding in the shadows of the sun in which I find myself wanting to reach out and grasp, but he's become too hot, rising in temperate like a super nova. But I want to come out from behind this sun, I want to see the dark escape the light.
I want to see Ruria again. Even if these moments of which I behold her will become my last.
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