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✪ Basic Information ✪

Name☀ Kyreth Baelthir
Meaning☀ Kyreth (ruby arcane) Baelthir (guardian, armor/protection) "elven"
Nicknames☀ Ky
Post Color☀ Default color text , Dark red color speech
Age☀ 17
Gender☀ Male
Race☀ Majin
Affiliation☀ Student
Hair☀ Red/Ginger
Eyes☀ Forest Green
Tea☀ None Yet

Likes☀ Human spirit, motivation/energy, 'buddies', telling stories, making people smile (siphons from that)
Dislikes☀ Being called a liar, being tricked/betrayed, people finding out he's a majin, giving up.

Strengths☀
✘Optimist - Kyreth never sees the glass as half empty. Where there's a hope, there's a way! is his motto.
✘Friendly - He's all smiles all the time, and never lets someone feel left out of a situation. He'll go out of his way to make sure everyone is having a good time.
✘Loyal - If you've got his back, he's got yours, to the very end. As friendly as he is, he would only risk his neck for someone he knows would do the same.

Weaknesses☀
✘Easily Distracted - One could simply throw a rock in the other direction, and Kyreth would jerk his head to see where it lands. He's the type that would, mid-sentence, stop and say "ooh! shiny!". His insatiable curiousity is both a gift and a curse.
✘Gullible - Just as easy as it is to distract him, it's simple to trick him as well. He's not the brightest majin around, in terms of catching sarcasm or walking into pranks.
✘Compulsive Liar - Kyreth has a need to lie. Lie in his favor anyways. If he did something wrong and was in trouble, he'd lie his way out of it. If someone asks about a more boring part of him, he'll spice things up. Maybe throw some dragon slaying in there. Though only a few of his lies get that out of hand..


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✪ Further Information ✪

Magic Focus☀ Arcane.

Personality☀

History☀ The boy with the scar. Unfortunately for him, Kyreth is no Harry Potter, destined to save the world from evil. However, his scar does have a story of its own, though the story he tells others changes every time. It was the first time he lied.

Kyreth came home one afternoon, blood trickling over his eye and down his cheek. He was just a boy of 6 years then, and bitter tears intermixed with the blood staining his baby-fat cheeks. His mother, noticing his wound, immediately dropped the dishes she was washing in the sink and hurried over to him to see if he was okay, dabbing his head with a clean dishtowel.

"Oh my sweet, baby boy! What happened?" she exclaimed. What happened? How could he tell his sweet, ever-loving mother that he almost killed another little boy? That he almost devoured his young witch heart? And that that boy's older brother pushed him down a hill, causing Kyreth to hit his head on a rock and black out for a few hours.

No..he couldn't break her heart like that. He couldn't make her fear his sudden lack of control. He left most of it out. "I-I fell down the hill, mommy" he said, his small voice cracking through his whimpers. She crooned and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead an inch away from the blood. "Oh sweetheart, please be more careful when you play there. Let's go to the healer right away." she said, her voice like a lullaby. His first lie, a white lie as it was, but it started his compulsive need to lie in his favor.