Kylluket
Name: Kylluket Malthaniilm
Age: Unknown, he appears middle aged though
Race: Demon (tanar'ri, Sorrowsworn)
Eye color: Dark wine red
Skin color: Chalky gray, almost as if the color had been washed from his skin
Body build: Tall and gaunt
Hair color/length/style: Short cropped, never longer than the base of his neck, and of a mulberry (dark red-violet) color
Unusual Features: Not really considered handsome or even really good looking, though he's not unbearably ugly either. He has more of a plain look worsened by his gaunt, grim appearance.
Carried items: Kyll is never without his sword, Unslaine. The sword appears to look like a thin bar of dull violet-grey metal. The sword hilt is a pale golden colour with black twining up to the pommel, where rests a chunk of un-buffed quartz with a violet tint.
Clothing: Kylluket dresses in the attire of a nobleman or person or power. He prefers shades of violet, wine red, or dark blue with gold scrollwork
Weapons: Unslaine, his sword, although Kylluket's greatest weapon is his ability to draw on a person's worst sorrows and failures. He's great at playing mind games
Jewelry: An amulet on a fine golden chain bearing a cut and polished amythest and a similar ring on each hand of gold studded with three small stones of lavendar shaded quartz.
Character Personality: Somber, dark, deceptive
Other: Please note the sword is a VERY crucial part of the character and should always be included in the picture if at all possible.
Backstory: Kylluket, though he may not always show it outwardly, revels in the sorrows of others. Their despair and hopelessness are bread and water to him, like a sweet song that fills him with life. Thus Kylluket, when not persuaded to handle other affairs by Unslaine, prefers places where death and misery are rampant.
Of course
Unslaine, an ancient sword embodying the primal force of Creation, is now the most important thing to Kylluket, and he treats the sword and its androgynous spirit as he would a beloved (or as close to a beloved as a demon can get), never letting the sword itself out of his sight. Whispers in the Abyss are that the tanar'ri prince is falling in love with the the sword's spirit, but if Unslaine allows him to believe she (since she does tend to appear more feminine, despite having no set gender) holds him dear, she doesn't quite foster the same tenderness for her current weilder and guardian as Kylluket does for her, reserving her jealous whims for her antithesis and whom she considers her other half, the spirit of the sword Ragnarok (the embodiment of Destruction, Godslayer, all that good stuff. It's a rather twisted circle, especially when you add in Ragnarok's weilder, a celestial paragon, into the mix
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Kylluket has the ability to ferret out a person's deepest sadness, whispering to them of their losses to get them to drown in their despair. He often combines this with Unslaine's ability to pull the souls of the dead from their requiem with the gods in a tactic to make people face the faces of their dead loved ones and then feed on their sorrow.
Description:
Though he is considered to be plain at best, and unattractive by most, Kylluket still cuts a striking figure in the crowd. Standing tall at 6'6" he is given towards a gaunt, grim appearance with his skin of a chalky gray and his dark, deep-set eyes. He has an angular cast to his slightly lengthened face that gives him an unhealthy and somewhat sorrowful appearance even when he manages a smile, and his hair shades his face further, not falling below the base of his neck and a dull, dark shade of mulberry. However, despite his lack of looks, there's still a charm about him. An elegance or perhaps even a twinkle of pride which reflects in the way he carries himself.
Taking in more detail, you see he maintains a dignified attire. The first to catch the eye is a stylish knee-length coat in dark violet velvet scrolled in gold needlework with a high collar to compliment his neck and a row of decorative golden buttons. This rests over a button-up shirt of plain white and a pair of breeches in a dark shade tucked into high-top boots dyed to match. An amulet drapes from his neck on a fine golden chain bearing a cut and polished amythest. On each hand rests a similar ring of gold studded with three small stones of lavendar shaded quartz. All these seem to match the sword at his side with its pale-golden hilt dressed with black twining up to the pommel where rests an unbuffed chunk of lavendar quartz. The blade rests in a scabbard of leather hidden under a detailed overlay of gold scrolled in symbolic patterns. When drawn, the blade is a dull, metallic shade of violet-gray.
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