Post by Dreamer on Sept 10, 2009 0:55:29 GMT -5
Kiel Vel'endaris
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...The Face Behind the Mask
[/size][/center][/b]Name: Dream
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Roleplaying Experience: Lots
How you came to our lovely site?: Admin ^_^
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...New Face..Ever Changing Place
[/size][/center][/b]Name: Kiel Vel'endaris
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Hair Color: So deep a black it gleams blue in light. Generally very long
Eye Color: The shade is ever changing, depending on mood
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 175 lbs
Sexual Preferance: Pansexual
Parents: Unknown
Sibling/s[If Any]: None [/size]
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...Deep Down..What Makes you Itch..Makes You Tick
[/size][/center][/b]Likes:
*Books of all kinds
*Knowledge
*Intelligence
*Art - all forms
*Having his goals met
*Peace and quiet
*the Night time
*His various fetishes
Dislikes:
*Idiocy
*People in his way
*Boredom
*disruption
*Nosey individuals
*the Unrefined, loud, uncouth individuals
* Close minded individuals
*Disregard
Nervous Habits:
*tugging at his earring
*tugging at his hair
Fears:
*Betrayal
*Allowing another near
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...What Do You See In The Mirror And Believe..
[/size][/center][/b]Appearance:
He is the epitome of tall, dark, and unearthly handsome. His hair is long, blacker than a raven's wing while his eyes ever change according to mood and power. His features are sensual, refined. Well sculpted perfection, carved by the dark gods themselves. Kiel wears an aura of power around him thats a tangible thing. Cold and stoic as the male himself, with a darkness that can all but be tasted upon the air as he nears. He tends to wear black, for the most part. Or darker clothing, in general. And it adorns a tall, well kept form that moves with a frightening grace.
Personality:
By nature, he is a cold and stoic individual. It makes it quite difficult for others to get close to him and in truth he rather likes it that way. His heart was once long ago closed off to the rest of the world, and he hasn't been to keen on letting anyone else past that block of ice. Intelligent and sure of mind, he believes that knowledge is a strength and strives to assure that part of him remains well taken care of. Beneath that stoic block of ice, is someone with a sarcastic wit and a sure loyalty. A mysterious dark poet, who adores the art...of all forms. The question remains, if anyone will be allowed to find out his many secrets. [/size]
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...A Touch Of The Past..
[/size][/center][/b]History:
He was born some centuries back, as the son of the Demon King's right hand, adviser, and guardian-the highest position a demon Lord could have. It was a happy life. Kiel grew and learned along side the demon Prince, Aldric. Preparing to enter his life, as the same position his father had held. The Prince became his best friend, his brother, his confidant, his lover. They were inseperable, the pair of them. And imagined that perhaps they would spend the remainder of there life just in this manner.
However, all was not as it seemed. Demon kin were unsettled, thanks to a series of uprisings. It took Kiel's father and the king first. Both, gone down in a flame of battle defending there people side by side. Aldric immediately took over the position as High King. He was a firm, fair ruler. At least, on the surface. No one could predict the insanity blooming in his heart. The lust for power. No one would expect that it was he, behind the deaths of there most loved ones. Least of all Kiel, who was loyal to a fault when it came to the demon court
Loyalty, it seemed, that was not appreciated. Aldric, in his state of insanity began to see it as a threat. No longer did he count Kiel as his dearest friend, his companion....his love. No, he saw someone who would uphold the statutes of the position he'd been given. And in the end, it was Kiel who was forced to defend himself against the insane king. He gave Aldric a chance to prove himself, a chance to change. But instead he chose to burn himself alive with his own powers right before the dark haired demon's eyes. The once kind child's final words assuring that Kiel locked his heart away for good.
He grew steadily more stoic over the years; ruling over the demon court in the stead of a king. It slowly became a dark place, shadowed in mystery equal to that of the one in charge of it. A prophecy is given by a great demon seer, that a new king would be born. One, who would need Kiel's knowledge and tuttelage. One, who is meant to bring a new bloodline to the demon people.
Countless centuries have gone by, and word has reached Kiel Vel'endaris that it is time to find the One. Now, he searches. Albeit, with distrust.
