name
Kiran
age
28
gender (pronouns)
Male/Him/His
sexuality
straight
race / ethnicity
Caucasian (European)
chosen deity
Kreotl
occupation (prior to minobrei)
|| He was a travellor. He often explored surrounding country for months at a time then come back home and stay for a while. He was also a BlackSmith in his spare time and made weaponry swords, shields, and spear heads.
personality (WIP)
Kiran is a very loyal friend, who loved to fool around and joke with his friends before they were killed. he is very adventurous and is always exploring some new hobby, or proffesion. He loves his time as a blacksmith as he gets to meet many importatn people like knights who need new weapons, or even just the odd farmer who broke his grandfathers dagger while practicing with his knife throwing skills.
The few shortcomings Kiran has (like rushing into things without thinking usually to help another person/creature) he makes up with bravery and wits. A lesser being (not that any of his fellow humans are less important) would not do some of the things he does. He would risk his own life so that another might be saved without a thought in the world. His only thought in that moment would be to save them.
physical appearance
clothing
He wears a white under-shirt and a brown longsleaved tunic. He wears brown pants and brown boots that go a bit past his ankles.
accessories
He wears a belt with three sheathes built into it.
object of power
A ruby studded hilt of a dagger, but intstead of a blade it has the atler of a deer which grants him the power to control plants, making them bent and shift, even grow larger or smaller. But with only a twenty meter range.
weapon(s)
|| -Daggers He always carries two long dagger sheathed in his belt
-Sword Kiran also carries a shortsword about three feet in length which he wears on the opposite side of the two daggers.
relationships
|| deceased
roleplay example
Ready, Aim, Fire! I thought to myself as I pulled back my bowstring as far as I could. I was standing in a tree on a hunting mission for my dwarvish parents. Yes yes, I know what your thinking. What? And Elf with dwarvish parents? Well yes. That would be correct to think that way because of the long standing rivalry in Unitum between Elves and Dwarves. Okay. It's not just in Unitum. The rivalry exists over the entire world of Viribus. My adopted parents where dwarves nevertheless. But your probably also wondering why they adopted me? And what is Unitum? What is Viribus? Well Illium and Lillebellum (good friends of my parents despite the historical rivalry) adopted me after my biological parents died defending this very forest from the dark wizard Isisndril. Isisndril had wanted something, but I don't know exactly what. My parents death also resulted in me receiving my bow and arrows. As well as two daggers and two scimitars which all belonged to my parents. I was wearing them right now along with my water flask that was given to me by my dwarvish parents. If I ever went outside my little cabin I would wear these. And like I promised, I will explain what Unitum and Viribus are as well; Unitum is the country I live in. It's the largest of the fourteen countries in Viribus. The world which I live. Viribus was created by a deity we call the "Master" who also created two stones that hold the world together. They can change the very threads of this world with a single thought if you know how to use them. So now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with my story. So I ended up shooting the deer right through its skull. Killing it instantly. I quickly descended the tree to claim my prize. Thankfully the deer's death went unnoticed by the rest of the herd which where Atleast a hundred feet away across the meadow. I slung the incapacitated creature over my shoulders, and began the half hour trek to my home.
***
Later that day, at dinner time, I was eating part of the cooked deer with my parents Illium and LillebelIllium. About halfway through the delicious meal prepared by Illium, she asked me to follow her to the cellar. She winked at her husband. She thought it would go unnoticed by me, but she was wrong. I saw it. Another thing about elves. Our enhanced eyesight makes us very observant, we also have good hearing, as well as pretty much every other sense. After we reached the bottom of the steps a few moments later, my adopted mother started rummaging through a barrel of rice. She pulled out a stone attached to an old, weathered string. The stone was perfectly round and looked like it was an opal of some sort. I took the stone and held it in my open palm not knowing exactly what to do. I looked at Illium with an arched eyebrow indicating my confusion. "Put it on! What are you waiting for?" I did so, and a warm feeling like a flame in my very soul seemed to course through my veins. I stood there for a while, then followed her back up the stairs that led to the main floor of our house. Actually there were only two floors. The basement, and the ground floor; which was where Lillebellum was finishing my deer. I laughed a bit. The quite chubby dwarf always had a strong urge of temptation whe it came to food. "What?" He asked trying to hide the two empty plates under the table but stopped when he saw the stone "oh, now you take good care of that, it's from your mother" he said suddenly getting serious. I nodded wondering what this thing was, and walked to my bedroom where I dressed in my night clothes. I lay down, sleep coming quite quickly. But not without wondering again what the heck this thing was. Wait… could it be the one of the power stones? Naw… probably not. I wouldn't be a very good guardian anyway I thought.
***
"Wake up!" I heard a voice say. Someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes and there was… my mother? My birth mother who died when I was five? I stood up and hugged her. I hadn't seen her in ten years. She gently pushed me away and whispered "follow me! Quickly!" I followed her to the cellar. Wait why were we down here? Oh well she must have something to show me that Illium had forgotten. I walked down and saw my mother who I had just followed down the stairs lying on the floor. Her face pale as a ghost. "Mom!" I ran to her and lifted her face. She looked at me with pained eyes and faded to dust. "No!" I yelled devastated at losing my mother again. I never saw the first time she died, but I bet that was nowhere close to how horrible this was. I turned and remembered the person I had walked down the stairs behind. Wait if that was my mom then who was— "hello Milo." Isindril! Isindril nodded like he could read my thoughts. The only thing I knew about him was he was a vicious murderer. I don't know how I knew he was Isindril, but he had looked like my mother before. He took a step toward me. Next I was stabbed through the chest. Was I— dead? The dark wizard grabbed the stone off my neck and somehow teleported into a large field. It was like I was spectating on my own dream. He lifted his clenched hand and a beam of light radiating a dark energy, shone down concentration on the stone in his hand. A mist settled over the land. When the fog rose, there was only a wasteland of mangled, burned trees, ashes everywhere. There was the sound of screams echoing from the devilish creatures that had been unleashed and the innocent beings they were slaughtering. Then, I woke up. It was just a nightmare. A relief settled over me. I got up to get a glass of water, but when I got out of bed I saw through the window that there were two yellow eyes staring at me through the window. This was not a dream. I blinked once, twice, it stayed. Then just like my mother had in the dream, it vanished. I shuddered and went back to bed without the water.
***
I told my adopted parents about the dream the next day. They just told me not to worry about it. I wasn't convinced it was something to just shake a finger at. For the next week I had the same horrible dream of impending death over, and over again. One night after I had the dream, I decided to go for a ride on SunDancer (my horse) to take my mind off the dream. And so I wouldn't be able to dream it again. I changed into my day clothes, and put on all my weapons. I quietly opened the door to my room, and in turn opened the front door to the cabin. I walked around to the back of the house and opened the heavy door that kept my horse in his stall. He walked out slowly, he couldn't see me in the dark so I ran my hand through his golden mane. He didn't recognize me at first and started backing up nervously. I said his name and it seemed to help. After he was calm, I put my saddle on him and swiftly mounted. When I nudged my heels Into his sides, he galloped off and out of the forest. I actually fell asleep at the reins for a bit since I was so tired. The dreams always drained me somehow. I didn't have the dream again though thankfully. Anyways, we were now at a small village. Everyone was asleep except for a slave girl who appeared to be talking to a horse. I looked back and notice she had a blue amulet that looked almost like mine, but blue instead of red. I was curious, but decided to leave her alone. I got off of SunDancer and led him through the village. It was too late to try and ride back now. I would find an alleyway or somewhere to sleep in tonight. This time I dreamt of two stones merging together and pure light unlike the darkness Isindril had used my stone for. Wait— did these dreams mean something? Or was I just imagining it all?
Spring Month: 2 
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