Lunaestrella wrote:((Is Kzaias accepted?))
Lunaestrella wrote::..:The Evil That Does Not Sleep:..:
Name
Kzaias (originally Kai)
Race
Own race in himself
Gender
Male
Age
Unknown
Nickname
None, call him what you want.
Son/Daughter of
Unknown
History
Kai was born in the beggining of time, before many of the creatures existed. He is believed to be something similar to a hobbit, from a small village. When Morgoth was in power, he killed many of them off, but took a liking to Kai and kept him as an entertainment. Kai was kept cruelly, and slowly, Kzaias developed inside him, until, one day, the creature discovered the pendant as he served Morgoth. From that day on, he watched it every day, but his master never took it off. Kzaias became more strong, and when Morgoth was defeated, he took the pendant for himself.
During many years, he travelled and travelled, until he came upon an island. He stayed there, and did not know how to get back. He developed fins (more to be seen in the description) and lived off seafood. He kept his treasure safe all the time, until one day a boat of elves arrived to the island. They found Kzaias, and imprisioned him. The creature managed to escape with a clever plan, but without the pendant, and now he lives in grief, missing his "treasssssssure". He will finally find his way off the island, and search for the hobbits.
Description
Kzaias is an unique yet strange creature. Consumed by the pendant for over a thousand years, he is in the same situation as Gollum. After centuries of living on a lonely island, where most was water, he grew fins, his hair wore off and his skin became slimy. The creature has webbed feet and hands, and a huge fin that runs all the way down his back. Having only small crabs and sea creatures to eat (a fish was very ocasional), Kzaias became skinny and his face very bony, making his huge, watery, turquoise eyes stand out on his face. He is small, and can swim very well. When moving on land, he is much slower, as to his webbed feet and fins, but has developed a strange technique, which is half crawling and half jumping.
Personality
Kzaias is a strange creature. Like Gollum, he has a split personality. Once, he was called Kai, but now he does not remember anything about his previous identity. Kzaias is a cruel, weather worn creature. He is corruped by the pendant, and spends most of the time saying: "My treasssure". He only cares about himself, and lives of seafood.
On the other hand, his other identity, Kai, who very rarely takes form, is kind and loving, though awfully sad. The poor thing is treated very badly by Kzaias, who he can't get away from. Though he has a liking for the pendant, he is very kind, and longs for company and friends.
Pet
Himself
Strengths
Swimming, sneaking, being two people
Weaknesses
The pendant, himself
Likes
Fish, the Pendant
Fears
Kai fears Kzaias. Kzaias fears that Kai will defeat him.
Other
This will be a rather complicated character to RP.
The history of the pendant is on the first page (I wrote it)
And I might add more to the form later
accepted
Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
Lady of the Rings wrote:Cory thundered down the path with Rosie on Forge after Tom. "Tom! Run!" he yelled, glancing back to check that Piper was following. Forge snorted with fear and excitement, and Cory shook the reins to get him up to top speed. He held on tightly to Rosie with one hand, while keeping a hand free to steer.
Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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