kieran [tactician]
Sept 15, 2014 19:08:34 GMT
Post by Kieran on Sept 15, 2014 19:08:34 GMT
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Kieran
GROUP
Ylisseans
AGE
16
BIRTHDAY
June 8th
WEAPON
Sword
CLASSES
Tactician, Dark Mage, Mercenary
POSITIVES
Brilliant, Artistic, Intuitive, Empathetic, Optimistic
NEGATIVES
Shy, Lacking Confidence, Easily Flustered, Withdrawn, Naive
BIO
Born the son of a minor Plegian noble and his loving wife Kieran is Plegian born but Ylissean raised. His father and mother, sick of the drama surrounding the nobility and the Grimleal, fled Plegia for a simpler life in the Ylissean country side. They settled in a quiet, isolated, village near the border where they would be free to raise their unborn child in peace. While Kieran's father was a brilliant man with a cunning mind his mother was skilled sorceress. Kieran would come to take heavily after her both in looks and interests. Of course moving to this rural village did not make life as simple as they had hoped. The old scars of war were still fresh. Centuries of hatred do not just pass in the blink of an eye. Even after years of peace the Yslisseans did not trust Kier's mother and father nor were they well liked.
Thus Kieran was raised and lived in isolation. Both isolated from the world due to the village and isolated from the villagers themselves due to their own preconceived notions. With only his mother and father as company Kieran did not have much social interaction. It led to his social skills being stunted and a profound sense of social awkwardness when dealing with large groups of people. Even when he tried to break free from this parent's wouldn't let their children play with him or even so much as look at him. He lived a lonely childhood, if you could call it much of a childhood at all. Still he found joy despite this. His mother instilled in him a profound and ceaseless yearning for knowledge and a deep seated fascination with dark magic. Curses, hexes, black magic itself, it intrigued him from an early age. Often he spent his days with his nose buried in one of his mother's tomes pouring over the arcane knowledge located within. Such things weren't entirely healthy and, while it was unlikely he'd ever be able to interact with children his age, his father saw to it that Kieran would be exposed to daylight every once in awhile.
Kieran's father too was a brilliant magus though one of a different sort. While his mother practiced the dark arts his father was a man of the mind and nature with a rapier like wit and a keen sword hand. Before he had been born both his mother and father decided that Kieran would learn his father's trade and not walk down the jagged, thorny, path of a dark mage. While Kieran was free to study the dark tomes of his mother his father formally taught him how to use the power of anima, of the elements. How to harness nature's raw power of lightning, of fire, of wind. He also honed his son's sword hand from the age of eleven onward. Kieran took to the sword more than the spell. His deftness with a blade took both of his parents a bit by surprise. They were both talented mages so they expected their son to be as well. He was, to some extent, but he found a simple sword more to his liking. While magic still had a special place in his heart nothing really compared to the thrill he felt swinging a sword around. Next his father though he always felt inferior.
When he was thirteen a member of the nobility of Ylisse came to the village seeking his father out. Word of his father's skill had reached the capital and they wanted him to come there to be an adviser. His father, of course, accepted the job and together with his family they moved to the capital. Though this proved to be much harder on the family than he could have ever realized. Kieran saw less and less of his father each day. While he had always been somewhat unsure of himself being placed among other who were learning the art of the sword Kieran's confidence slowly took more and more of a nose dive. He hated living in the city. He missed the country. He didn't like being taught by anyone but his parents and wished for all the world that his mother would relent and teach him the dark magic he was so infatuated with. Then, one day, his father never came home. It was two years after they had moved to the capital. His beloved father had become the victim of jealousy. Whether it was due to his father's brilliant mind or beautiful wife he was murdered in cold blood by one of his colleagues and found dead more than a week later. His mother was devastated. While the man who did it would later by tried and executed for his crimes Kieran's mother never recovered and fell to catatonia.
Kieran himself decided it was best to move away from the city and went back to the country. Though with his mother in the condition she was in he could not return to his childhood village. Instead he chose to stay in a village closer to the capital. This choice turned out to be the right one because village he went to was warm and accepting. They didn't care about his Plegian blood nor that his mother was a sorceress. He had found a new home in this village though interacting with others that were actually nice was something alien to him. Shortly after this move a young lord and his entourage rode through the village calling all the able bodied men and women who wished to fight against the darkness to arms. The man was passionate and they speech he gave to the villagers stirred something inside Kieran that he didn't know existed. His father had imparted many things to him, how to use anima magic, the joys of sword fighting, but the greatest gift he gave his son was in cultivating his mind. Kieran was in possession of a sharp mind and a keen eye. This young lord said he was searching for tacticians, swordsmen, able bodied warriors to join the cause. For the first time in his life Kieran felt something stir inside him. The usually reserved and timid Kieran walked out from the crowd and knelt before the young lord, "I'll... I'll do it. I'll join your cause."
OTHER
-Kieran wears something of a hybridization of the standard garb of the tactician and dark mage. He wears a skin tight form fitting body suit of sorts (the kind seen on dark mages) over which he wears the long robes of a tactician though highly customized. He frequently keeps the hood up to hide his face out of shyness.
-Kieran cannot handle alcohol and a single glass is enough to get him roaring drunk. His personality does a complete one eighty when drunk and he becomes incredibly flirtatious and lewd.
FACE-CLAIM
BARA NO MARIA, mariarose
Kieran
GROUP
Ylisseans
AGE
16
BIRTHDAY
June 8th
WEAPON
Sword
CLASSES
Tactician, Dark Mage, Mercenary
POSITIVES
Brilliant, Artistic, Intuitive, Empathetic, Optimistic
NEGATIVES
Shy, Lacking Confidence, Easily Flustered, Withdrawn, Naive
BIO
Born the son of a minor Plegian noble and his loving wife Kieran is Plegian born but Ylissean raised. His father and mother, sick of the drama surrounding the nobility and the Grimleal, fled Plegia for a simpler life in the Ylissean country side. They settled in a quiet, isolated, village near the border where they would be free to raise their unborn child in peace. While Kieran's father was a brilliant man with a cunning mind his mother was skilled sorceress. Kieran would come to take heavily after her both in looks and interests. Of course moving to this rural village did not make life as simple as they had hoped. The old scars of war were still fresh. Centuries of hatred do not just pass in the blink of an eye. Even after years of peace the Yslisseans did not trust Kier's mother and father nor were they well liked.
Thus Kieran was raised and lived in isolation. Both isolated from the world due to the village and isolated from the villagers themselves due to their own preconceived notions. With only his mother and father as company Kieran did not have much social interaction. It led to his social skills being stunted and a profound sense of social awkwardness when dealing with large groups of people. Even when he tried to break free from this parent's wouldn't let their children play with him or even so much as look at him. He lived a lonely childhood, if you could call it much of a childhood at all. Still he found joy despite this. His mother instilled in him a profound and ceaseless yearning for knowledge and a deep seated fascination with dark magic. Curses, hexes, black magic itself, it intrigued him from an early age. Often he spent his days with his nose buried in one of his mother's tomes pouring over the arcane knowledge located within. Such things weren't entirely healthy and, while it was unlikely he'd ever be able to interact with children his age, his father saw to it that Kieran would be exposed to daylight every once in awhile.
Kieran's father too was a brilliant magus though one of a different sort. While his mother practiced the dark arts his father was a man of the mind and nature with a rapier like wit and a keen sword hand. Before he had been born both his mother and father decided that Kieran would learn his father's trade and not walk down the jagged, thorny, path of a dark mage. While Kieran was free to study the dark tomes of his mother his father formally taught him how to use the power of anima, of the elements. How to harness nature's raw power of lightning, of fire, of wind. He also honed his son's sword hand from the age of eleven onward. Kieran took to the sword more than the spell. His deftness with a blade took both of his parents a bit by surprise. They were both talented mages so they expected their son to be as well. He was, to some extent, but he found a simple sword more to his liking. While magic still had a special place in his heart nothing really compared to the thrill he felt swinging a sword around. Next his father though he always felt inferior.
When he was thirteen a member of the nobility of Ylisse came to the village seeking his father out. Word of his father's skill had reached the capital and they wanted him to come there to be an adviser. His father, of course, accepted the job and together with his family they moved to the capital. Though this proved to be much harder on the family than he could have ever realized. Kieran saw less and less of his father each day. While he had always been somewhat unsure of himself being placed among other who were learning the art of the sword Kieran's confidence slowly took more and more of a nose dive. He hated living in the city. He missed the country. He didn't like being taught by anyone but his parents and wished for all the world that his mother would relent and teach him the dark magic he was so infatuated with. Then, one day, his father never came home. It was two years after they had moved to the capital. His beloved father had become the victim of jealousy. Whether it was due to his father's brilliant mind or beautiful wife he was murdered in cold blood by one of his colleagues and found dead more than a week later. His mother was devastated. While the man who did it would later by tried and executed for his crimes Kieran's mother never recovered and fell to catatonia.
Kieran himself decided it was best to move away from the city and went back to the country. Though with his mother in the condition she was in he could not return to his childhood village. Instead he chose to stay in a village closer to the capital. This choice turned out to be the right one because village he went to was warm and accepting. They didn't care about his Plegian blood nor that his mother was a sorceress. He had found a new home in this village though interacting with others that were actually nice was something alien to him. Shortly after this move a young lord and his entourage rode through the village calling all the able bodied men and women who wished to fight against the darkness to arms. The man was passionate and they speech he gave to the villagers stirred something inside Kieran that he didn't know existed. His father had imparted many things to him, how to use anima magic, the joys of sword fighting, but the greatest gift he gave his son was in cultivating his mind. Kieran was in possession of a sharp mind and a keen eye. This young lord said he was searching for tacticians, swordsmen, able bodied warriors to join the cause. For the first time in his life Kieran felt something stir inside him. The usually reserved and timid Kieran walked out from the crowd and knelt before the young lord, "I'll... I'll do it. I'll join your cause."
OTHER
-Kieran wears something of a hybridization of the standard garb of the tactician and dark mage. He wears a skin tight form fitting body suit of sorts (the kind seen on dark mages) over which he wears the long robes of a tactician though highly customized. He frequently keeps the hood up to hide his face out of shyness.
-Kieran cannot handle alcohol and a single glass is enough to get him roaring drunk. His personality does a complete one eighty when drunk and he becomes incredibly flirtatious and lewd.
FACE-CLAIM
BARA NO MARIA, mariarose
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