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Kean

(#26345891)

Husband of Thaddeus

Familiar

Highreach Bonepicker

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.49 m

Wingspan

20.59 m

Weight

8629.36 kg

Genetics

Soil
Bar

Blood
Peregrine

Leaf
Spines

Hatchday

Aug 21, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 1 Ridgeback

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

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~~K O R~~
~~K I E L~~
K E A N

Mercenary | Reality Traveler | Con Artist

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Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Pan/Poly

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Selfish | Mysterious | Odd

A once gentle and sorrowful man, twisted and broken until he trusted no one but himself.

He holds so many secrets, too many to tell. He's told too many lies to ever tell the truth again.

He has forgotten who he is, every word and expression feels like an act on a stage for an empty audience.

He wants respect, more than all else. He wants to be important and significant, and live forever.

LIFE SUMMARY

____It wasn’t long after Kean was hatched that he was escorted from his father’s kingdom. He was not raised alongside him, or guided by him, or nurtured by him. In fact, he rarely saw the Plague king at all. His mother, Charity, was always a present and kind presence, one he leaned on as a child. He did not have to travel far to find the city of Castamire. There, he found his name, Kor, and grew and learned of his magic, a seeing ability. He could see the past of his bloodline as fragments and pieces of puzzles he could put together – he found horror there. He grew to loathe the episodes of sight he would have, and found comfort in the embraces of his first loves – Cythri and Achalendra. From this union, a child was born – Rot. The security and happiness of his new life away from his birthplace only lasted so long before his child was exiled, a mix of Morrigan and Dirge blood. The loss was undeniable, a hole in his heart that only bore deeper when his mates felt the calling toward Plaguebringer, and traveled to the land of the exalted. His powers then began to erupt and expand, overlapping, changing, he could see all his bloodline before and after, even extra puzzle pieces that…didn’t seem to fit. Out of a loss for support and in a crippling depression, Kor sought out the only solution he could find – death. He headed back to the original home he had, in the heart of the Plaguelands, and leapt into the Wyrmwound itself.

____Only death did not find him. His powers latched like talons into his grief and tore him into an entirely different reality altogether. His body flitted and ripped between worlds, futures, pasts, presents, causing a few of the scars and stretch marks on his body, doing his best to control this newfound power. Before he could fly too far he managed to plant himself in the past, and spent his time working with himself and learning to cope and harness his jumping. A month passed, and he moved through planes of existence again, bouncing a few times until he was finally still again in his correct world and time...he believed. He had been gone for five years. He wandered aimlessly, glad to find he was in the familiar plague lands once more…

____Terminus was his next life. He adopted the name of Kiel there, and was relieved to find a brother there, Herjar. He found a position as an archmage, teaching young ones Plague magic and working with his own in the same way. His existence seemed to be lightening, his depression waned just long enough for him to be comfortable before he truly met his brother. No kindness was met there, only cruelty and malice, the sort he had seen his own father carry. He wasn’t a stranger to these mannerisms, one would expect a child of Dirge to be just as wicked as he, but Kiel was not so. For this, Herjar ridiculed him and bullied him, causing rage to build inside him. It was not a familiar feeling, a sickening fire that started in the pit of his stomach and spread to his fingertips. He knew whose blood caused such a vile reaction. Anger built up inside him like venom until he burst, lashing out at Herjar and attempting to kill him. He was disappointed that it wasn’t successful. He left of his own accord.

____Over time, he pressed and practiced his reality jumping magic, putting his whole self into it and ignoring all else around him. He had once had nothing but compassion in his heart, but it was only ever met with misdeeds and cruelty. He lost his naivety and over time began to look up to his father, a cold, heartless dragon with power and respect surrounding him, Kiel’s views warped and twisted by his broken heart. He refused to be so moved ever again. His name changed in each realm he travelled, staying far from connection and familiarity, soon so deep into his own ruses and personalities, he has very much forgotten himself. He had altogether forgotten about the land of Sorneith before he had just recently returned, years and years passed by in just months in this world. He travelled by foot and in amusement, gave himself the name of Kean. It was then he found Cathaire, and joined their ranks as a mercenary. He stayed there for several months, earning his keep and building up coin before he became to comfortable. He is now settled near the border of Plague and Wind, living in tents with two others, Julius and Valerius. He is for once, looking up instead of to the next day. He feels he is ready to build a kingdom here.

FAMILY

____In the beginning, Kean hated the blood that ran in his veins. He saw nothing but ruin and hate there, and strived to be anything but. He always felt the line of Dirge strong in his core, but he refused it every waking moment.
It wasn't until he was spited and treated so viciously that he found that perhaps his father wasn't so wrong in manipulating and frightening others in order to have power and respect. Over time he has grown to have a deep admiration for Dirge.

LOVE

____Love was once a craved and welcomed companion. He shared it readily with his two mates and child, until it was taken so suddenly from him. Through his experiences, he has decided that love is a waste of time and breath, a waste he would rather not have. It only complicates things and causes pain in the end.
Happiness no longer exists in his mind.

HIMSELF

____Parts of Kean are narcissistic, while others dwell in deep self loathing. Deep inside, he believes that all of this was pay for being the son of one so great and terrible. On the other, he views himself as a Plague prince, deserving of utmost respect, and rightful for a high standing position. However, he is content being a "travelling merchant."

OTHERS

____People in general are seen as a sort of necessity in his current feelings. He would much prefer to be alone than in a crowd,
but doing the business he does and the things he must do to survive, he needs to be social.
He has developed a gift for it, being charming and even sometimes elegant, but he much prefers open spaces and the quiet of the wilderness.

Trying to kill a plane hopping Ridgeback with Plague magic would certainly be difficult, unless one could collapse his power around him.

Trinkets of all shapes and sizes line Kean's pockets - he has something for anything. All you have to do is ask...and maybe have the right amount of coin.

Kean has an amazing ability to take root in any land he finds himself in, whether it be past, future, east time or west time.

Though always in constant motion and keeping at a steady pace, Kean has always had the unfortunate habit of dwelling in the past.

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