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Kieth Leven; Bungling adventurer!
Topic Started: Aug 27 2009, 06:57 PM (142 Views)
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Name: Kieth Levene
Age: 24
Race: Human
Class: Prophet

Characteristics

Farsight: Yet unable to muster the courage to look into the sphere of the future, placed into his brain thought transcendent magic by his Propheteering Tutor, Daev Arrok. This is how Prophets of his variety tell the future – a Sphere placed in the closed infinity that is the mind, which holds visions of the future. The Prophet can tap into this sphere with ease at any time, and use it like another way of looking – like the minds’ eye. However, the Sphere comes at a price. As the prophet looks into the sphere, it uses energy. This energy is created by sucking away at the memory and ability to concentrate, and sometimes makes the user not know who, where, or why they are, for varying periods of time. Due to this, the more the sphere is used, the further into Dementia the user is driven. Knowing this, and having experience with the effects of The Sphere with his tutor, he’s anxious about looking into the sphere – it just isn’t prophetable!

Damage of Life: Frequently referres to the Damage of Life, trying to work out things like why and associated ideas. One of the subjects that frequents these thoughts is the reference to Good-doing. He was always a good-doer, and so was his tutor, Daev Arrok, but without, to him, visible cause, the Theocracy had Daev killed, and threw him in a dark cell to be tortured for the rest of his days. He often reflects that there’s never any thanks and simply ponders about the point of being the good-guy, however, continually tries to do good and prove that he is good.

Bungling: Kieth is just new into the adventuring game, and this is his first adventure without his tutor to guide him through. As such, he’s wet-behind-the-ears, unsure and frequently doing more harm than good. As such, he’s a bungling adventurer who can but won’t tell the future.

Gear

Weapons: Kieth wields a long, bamboo staff tied to his back, as a weapon. It’s a dark yellow/light brown shade, and is a lot sturdier than other bamboos; being the type of bamboo it was cultivated from – The bamboo on the Island of Eegles is known for being a lot tougher and sturdier than other bamboo (largely due to the rainfall and wind where it grows, and all the magic in the earth there). Near the top end of it a twig spouts out, and a pair of golden green leaves sprout. These leaves are not traditionally found on bamboo, nor would it make sense that such a crop would be left from the cultivated weapon, however due to the style of the weapon, a record of the large variety of the weapons have been drawn with such an addition, possibly for the pleasure of the artist, or for odd aesthetic uses, so it only seems fitting but to include it in the description.
Appearance: Kieth has green eyes with a forested, spritely flavor towards them, reflecting visions of never-ending spring, and open grasslands of a childhood long gone. His hair is a dark, dusk-riddled blonde, with streams and strains of light brown flowing through it. It fell long behind him, reaching to the small of his back, and for the last stretch of it descending into cutlets and rings. Atop his head, a pointed, tanned brown hat sat, flopping graciously with movement, eluding to a mystery as to how it stayed upon his head. From there came a fringe, tickling his eyebrows. His hair was almost short at the sides, and fairly thin, running a bit over his ears, but allowing them to be visible through it. They were a stranger shape – pointed like an elves, but small like an eagles. Not inhumanly so, however. His skin is pale generally, but with an underlying swarthe, achieved by a bloodline mixing with gypsies and outlanders.
He has fair unpronounced cheekbones, and his face is vaguely rounded. Some light hair flares up around his cheeks and down his neck in the same place, and light stubble patterns the rest of him. He has very dark eyelashes, which make his green irises seem more shaded and pronounced.

He stands at around 5’9”, looking up at most men and down at most women, in that way. He has a fair amount of muscle – as much as any stick-wielding prophet really should, but still appears fairly skinny. He wears a shirt made of a material native to his homeland, made from the grubs their Moonsparrows swallow as they emerge at night. It’s a material somewhere between cotton and linen. It’s white, and has golden buttons – it’s also fairly long, the tails of it spreading halfway down his thighs. Over this, he has a loose, bright red velvet waistcoat, with similar buttons, and adventure-worn tanned brown leather grieves that flare out over his sharp, black boots at their finish.
Edited by KarKing Jack, Aug 30 2009, 10:13 PM.
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