Post by Kane on Sept 27, 2005 10:53:50 GMT -5
Name: Kane Unrath
Age: In his early twenties, though his exact age is uncertain.
Race: Winged
Kane uses many weapons. Of those he is skilled with, he is least talented with the sword and the sling, but no amateur. His secondary weapons are knives. However, the weapons he has mastered in his life are the spear and javelin.
Kane is a powerful opponent. He has slight immunity to many forms of magic, and is completely resistant to hypnotism and mind altering enchantment. He has never been fooled by a spell any more than he has been fooled by another person. Kane is blessed with heightened reflexes and agility. His style of fighting thus is one that focuses on his uncanny talent to dodge nearly anything. Last of all, Kane has developed a special weapon for himself, that when used in combination with the strong arms of a Winged, allows him to hurl his javelins for uncanny distances.
The most important of Kane’s belongings are his weapons. First of all, he has eight knifes. One is a hunting knife, two are fighting knives, and the last five are designed specifically for throwing. He also carries on his back a large bundle of well made javelins. Some of these javelins have been painstakingly enchanted to pierce armor. Some of them are enchanted to fly further; others are only for hunting and carry no special abilities. Last of all is his pride and joy- his spear. It was made from the wood of a dead tree that had been scorched and warped by wild magic. The wood is so dark as to be black, and hard as the finest gun-steel. The head is large and shaped like a leaf- a foot below the head is a cross piece. Tough customarily, these parts would be attachments they were carved directly from the same wood as the spear shaft. Furthermore, there are strange grooves cut into the spear shaft. These grooves allow the spear itself to be used as a throwing stick- a throwing stick that can launch javelins more than double their usual range.
Kane stands around 6 feet tall. His body is streamlined and slender, but for his very broad and strong shoulders, further bulked by wing muscles. His skin is tanned dark from years under the blazing sun of the wastelands outside of Faethaven. His eyes are navy blue, and the pupils are reflective and overly wide. His hair is raven black; the same color as his feathers, though the feathers at the tips of his wings are white. Kane wears rough clothing. Having been born in and come from the wilds, he didn’t have access to the same varieties of fabric as those of the city. His pants are ankle length and loose fitting; they are as black as the skin of the creature he made them from. His shirt is very old fashioned. It is white and sports copper buttons, with a tight collar and tight cuffs at the base of wide sleeves. Over this he wears a vest of folded black leather containing metal plates; this serves as armor, should he have the misfortune to be hit. It also has built in slots where he keeps his throwing knives. His fighting and skinning knives are sheathed at his belt. Last of all, he has a slightly faded black cape. This garment has a tattered hem, as despite Kane’s height it drags on the ground. It has a deep hood, and when he feels like it Kane can hide inside of it. He wears it all the time; it sits neatly around the bundle of javelins on his back, and has not yet hindered his flying. He carries his spear in hand like a walking stick most of the time, but it also has a place, when necessary, between his wings.
Kane is not a lawbreaker, generally, but he always seems to find himself in situations at odds with Faethaven’s guards. Though rarely angry, Kane is quick to punish those who offend him, or really do anything that he doesn’t think is right. In a way he is self centered. Introverted, he would prefer not to interact with those who aren’t hell-bent on interacting with him. He is well schooled in ways of combat and survival, and knows many word of mouth stories of the old world. He has only just begun to experience life in an organized society however, so things like government and religion seem very complex under his eyes. He is friendless. Those he met in the wilds always had a separate path, and the wasteland was mostly barren anyway. Kane is not sad about this- he is sharp, calculating, and would rather be alone anyway.
Kane was born in the middle of the deserts to a small family. Difficulty in the birth caused his mother’s death, and though this was a grief, life went on. His family consisted of his Father, a gruff hunter who raised his children to adulthood as fast as he could, his Grandmother, a woman as tough as leather, so old her wings were tattered, and a brother, Roez, who was older by five years. The four of them roamed nomadically. Sometimes others would join their group, but these others would always move on.
When Kane was nine, his Grandmother began showing signs of her age. Though she had hidden it for awhile, her wings had become frail with time, and her light bones brittle. She broke a wing in a minor accident while on the earth; her wing never healed, and the family was grounded for three years. They were more vulnerable on the ground than in the air. One day, a great sand storm blew up, and during the gale Kane’s Father was separated from them. They searched on foot for days after the storm had passed, but they never found him.
Kane’s Grandmother survived for one more year. She died of a coughing sickness, and left Kane, now 13 in the care of his brother Roez, age 18. The two young men continued their travels. After six more years, the boys heard a rumor from a traveling priest about a place where the land was green. At first the boys thought it was religious propaganda, but they later heard his story compounded by a group of people looking for “the New City.” Their random wandering ceased, and they began to try and find this fable.
Years passed. They lost track of the sun and the moon. They did what they could. Then one day, though it had happened many times before, food became scarce. It was worse than it had ever been. Though they searched for many days they found nothing to hunt or forage. They only had the water from a minute trickling stream; they ate some of the grass that grew beside it.
On the fifth day, they split up to hunt in different directions; flying high to look for food. Roez was far away from Kane when he spotted a malformed desert deer wandering upstream. Roez killed it in a shot, then landed. The moment his feet touched the earth, there were yells of rage from all around him. He died before he knew exactly what had happened. Roez had been killed by a small group of wasteland nomads wearing camouflage. They had been tracking hunting the deer for sometime, and weren’t about to let Roez take their kill.
Kane discovered what had happened later when he found Roez’s body. He tracked the nomads, thinking to kill them. When he found them they were talking beside a huge cook fire. He hid in the shadows, listening to them, and discovered what had transpired. He left; they never knew he had come. He could not fault them for killing Roez. If he and Roez had their kill stolen, they would have done the same thing. It gave Kane a new appreciation for the lives of others. Who could know if the man you killed had family? Kane stayed in the area until he found food, and then continued upstream, all alone.
On the first day of the third month, the land around him began to change. Scrub land came first, then rough grasses, then eventually bush land. He spotted trees in great abundance- though trees were not new to him he had never seen a forest before. He encountered trouble almost immediately. He found a tower in the woods and thought it was a well preserved set of ruins; before he could approach he was met by guardsmen. It was a terrible misunderstanding; he and the guards got in a small scuffle. He was, of course, arrested. He spent his first night of the city of Faethaven surrounded by armed men with some nasty cuts, black eyes and broken noses, cooling his heels in a jail cell. It was a week before he was able to explain the situation to a judge and get released.
Kane now lives in Faethaven. He acquired a tiny hut at the base of the residency cliff. He makes money however he can, mostly doing odd jobs, though he has not yet found his place amongst Faethaven’s people.
Age: In his early twenties, though his exact age is uncertain.
Race: Winged
Weapons:
Kane uses many weapons. Of those he is skilled with, he is least talented with the sword and the sling, but no amateur. His secondary weapons are knives. However, the weapons he has mastered in his life are the spear and javelin.
Abilities:
Kane is a powerful opponent. He has slight immunity to many forms of magic, and is completely resistant to hypnotism and mind altering enchantment. He has never been fooled by a spell any more than he has been fooled by another person. Kane is blessed with heightened reflexes and agility. His style of fighting thus is one that focuses on his uncanny talent to dodge nearly anything. Last of all, Kane has developed a special weapon for himself, that when used in combination with the strong arms of a Winged, allows him to hurl his javelins for uncanny distances.
Items:
The most important of Kane’s belongings are his weapons. First of all, he has eight knifes. One is a hunting knife, two are fighting knives, and the last five are designed specifically for throwing. He also carries on his back a large bundle of well made javelins. Some of these javelins have been painstakingly enchanted to pierce armor. Some of them are enchanted to fly further; others are only for hunting and carry no special abilities. Last of all is his pride and joy- his spear. It was made from the wood of a dead tree that had been scorched and warped by wild magic. The wood is so dark as to be black, and hard as the finest gun-steel. The head is large and shaped like a leaf- a foot below the head is a cross piece. Tough customarily, these parts would be attachments they were carved directly from the same wood as the spear shaft. Furthermore, there are strange grooves cut into the spear shaft. These grooves allow the spear itself to be used as a throwing stick- a throwing stick that can launch javelins more than double their usual range.
Appearance:
Kane stands around 6 feet tall. His body is streamlined and slender, but for his very broad and strong shoulders, further bulked by wing muscles. His skin is tanned dark from years under the blazing sun of the wastelands outside of Faethaven. His eyes are navy blue, and the pupils are reflective and overly wide. His hair is raven black; the same color as his feathers, though the feathers at the tips of his wings are white. Kane wears rough clothing. Having been born in and come from the wilds, he didn’t have access to the same varieties of fabric as those of the city. His pants are ankle length and loose fitting; they are as black as the skin of the creature he made them from. His shirt is very old fashioned. It is white and sports copper buttons, with a tight collar and tight cuffs at the base of wide sleeves. Over this he wears a vest of folded black leather containing metal plates; this serves as armor, should he have the misfortune to be hit. It also has built in slots where he keeps his throwing knives. His fighting and skinning knives are sheathed at his belt. Last of all, he has a slightly faded black cape. This garment has a tattered hem, as despite Kane’s height it drags on the ground. It has a deep hood, and when he feels like it Kane can hide inside of it. He wears it all the time; it sits neatly around the bundle of javelins on his back, and has not yet hindered his flying. He carries his spear in hand like a walking stick most of the time, but it also has a place, when necessary, between his wings.
Personality:
Kane is not a lawbreaker, generally, but he always seems to find himself in situations at odds with Faethaven’s guards. Though rarely angry, Kane is quick to punish those who offend him, or really do anything that he doesn’t think is right. In a way he is self centered. Introverted, he would prefer not to interact with those who aren’t hell-bent on interacting with him. He is well schooled in ways of combat and survival, and knows many word of mouth stories of the old world. He has only just begun to experience life in an organized society however, so things like government and religion seem very complex under his eyes. He is friendless. Those he met in the wilds always had a separate path, and the wasteland was mostly barren anyway. Kane is not sad about this- he is sharp, calculating, and would rather be alone anyway.
History:
Kane was born in the middle of the deserts to a small family. Difficulty in the birth caused his mother’s death, and though this was a grief, life went on. His family consisted of his Father, a gruff hunter who raised his children to adulthood as fast as he could, his Grandmother, a woman as tough as leather, so old her wings were tattered, and a brother, Roez, who was older by five years. The four of them roamed nomadically. Sometimes others would join their group, but these others would always move on.
When Kane was nine, his Grandmother began showing signs of her age. Though she had hidden it for awhile, her wings had become frail with time, and her light bones brittle. She broke a wing in a minor accident while on the earth; her wing never healed, and the family was grounded for three years. They were more vulnerable on the ground than in the air. One day, a great sand storm blew up, and during the gale Kane’s Father was separated from them. They searched on foot for days after the storm had passed, but they never found him.
Kane’s Grandmother survived for one more year. She died of a coughing sickness, and left Kane, now 13 in the care of his brother Roez, age 18. The two young men continued their travels. After six more years, the boys heard a rumor from a traveling priest about a place where the land was green. At first the boys thought it was religious propaganda, but they later heard his story compounded by a group of people looking for “the New City.” Their random wandering ceased, and they began to try and find this fable.
Years passed. They lost track of the sun and the moon. They did what they could. Then one day, though it had happened many times before, food became scarce. It was worse than it had ever been. Though they searched for many days they found nothing to hunt or forage. They only had the water from a minute trickling stream; they ate some of the grass that grew beside it.
On the fifth day, they split up to hunt in different directions; flying high to look for food. Roez was far away from Kane when he spotted a malformed desert deer wandering upstream. Roez killed it in a shot, then landed. The moment his feet touched the earth, there were yells of rage from all around him. He died before he knew exactly what had happened. Roez had been killed by a small group of wasteland nomads wearing camouflage. They had been tracking hunting the deer for sometime, and weren’t about to let Roez take their kill.
Kane discovered what had happened later when he found Roez’s body. He tracked the nomads, thinking to kill them. When he found them they were talking beside a huge cook fire. He hid in the shadows, listening to them, and discovered what had transpired. He left; they never knew he had come. He could not fault them for killing Roez. If he and Roez had their kill stolen, they would have done the same thing. It gave Kane a new appreciation for the lives of others. Who could know if the man you killed had family? Kane stayed in the area until he found food, and then continued upstream, all alone.
On the first day of the third month, the land around him began to change. Scrub land came first, then rough grasses, then eventually bush land. He spotted trees in great abundance- though trees were not new to him he had never seen a forest before. He encountered trouble almost immediately. He found a tower in the woods and thought it was a well preserved set of ruins; before he could approach he was met by guardsmen. It was a terrible misunderstanding; he and the guards got in a small scuffle. He was, of course, arrested. He spent his first night of the city of Faethaven surrounded by armed men with some nasty cuts, black eyes and broken noses, cooling his heels in a jail cell. It was a week before he was able to explain the situation to a judge and get released.
Kane now lives in Faethaven. He acquired a tiny hut at the base of the residency cliff. He makes money however he can, mostly doing odd jobs, though he has not yet found his place amongst Faethaven’s people.