"Killer for hire, soldier of fortune, gotta walk through fire for what's important..."
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name;; Killian Barrett
gender;; Male
age;; Twenty-Seven
race;; Human
skillset;; Rogue (affinity for beasts)
song;; Smash Into Pieces - All Eyes On You
face claim;; Matthew McNulty
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───────────➷────────── really knows where Killian comes from. He
was found on the doorstep of an orphanage
when he was presumably only a few days old.
There he would be for only a handful of years.
After causing a few too many fires and other
incidents, he found himself kicked to the
street like a lowly rat. This is where he'd be
shaped. He learned to steal from the stray
dogs; how to prowl from the cats; the gift of
gab from the vendors; and how to fight from
the knights. Young Killian would sneak as close
to the training grounds as he could just to
watch the knights trade blows and launch
arrows swiftly through the air. That was his
dream. He was going to be a knight. When he
came of age he eagerly arrived on the day of
the trials to join the guard. He had trained his
entire life for this moment, only to be turned
away at the gate because he had no status. He
was a rat to them, as he had been to every
one. This was his turning point. He realized
the world didn't want him. For years he would
stick to his formula of taking contracts,
stealing, killing, drinking, repeat. That is,
until he became the unlikely subject of a
false prophet's vision.
Every hero has their thing; that one defining
trait, moment, turning point, what have you,
that created a sense of purpose and a drive for
good. Every one fights for a reason be it love,
family, honor, glory. Killian? Killian fights for
mead. Though he calls himself a mercenary,
that title is perhaps a bit too kind. He's more
of a thief but isn't against that occasional
assassination contract if the money's good.
As long as he's getting paid, he will take just
about any contract then joyously spend his
gold in the "finest" taverns and in the company
of whoever may listen to his tales. Despite
his secretive line of work, he is rather
boisterous. He is brimming with pride and will
defend his opinion (whether right or wrong) to
his death. With such a level of self esteem
comes also the tendency for flirtation-- to just
about anyone. Pretty lady? Definitely. Troll?
Why not? A particularly curvy tree? Worth a
shot. He goes with the flow and sees life as
one big adventurous joke. With his reckless
antics, it's a mystery how he has lived so long.
What-- you may find yourself thinking-- what
is Killian's thing? Well, you see, he is no hero.
The world has cast him aside and he it. No one
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"The whole world's watching every move, take your shot don't act a fool..."
