Name;;
Killian
Also sometimes called Ian
Gender;;
Male
Personality;;
Killian is a strange and unpredictable creature. Immature is how most adults describe him, but it isn't because he likes fart jokes and always plays pranks, although he does enjoy both of them. They call him immature because he is a child: a child trapped in an adult's body. He'd much rather be rolling around I the beach with other children rather than waste time standing around talking about the currents and how they're going to affect fish populations. He can't sit still long enough to do that, his paws always need to be doing something, so we he's not running around with children, he's pacing. Pacing allows him to think while still keeping the rest of his body occupied. This time is most important to Killian and everyone knows you don't bother him during this time. He uses this break to invent and contrive new games and parables I play with and on his friends and adults. Often, he'll try to out on his own and it's quite a sight to watch him dance around on the ground, spraying up sand and water as he tries to perform more than one task of the game at a time. Very few of these games actually make it to the other children since Killian doesn't deem them worthy of being played, but the ones that do pass are always something to be talked about. Pride is always present on his face when he oversees the execution of his game or prank and it's easy to see they mean a lot to him. This attributes to the reason other people do not bother him while he's thinking. The games are like his own children, or rather like his brothers and sisters, and he doesn't tolerate any moves to mess with them or change them. This is Killian's only flaw: anger. Rarely does it rear it's ugly head, but it can be flipped on like a light switch. You do not want to be there when it's flipped. It's full out violent anger, and there is a lot of power behind his muscular adult structure. He will maul anything and everyone in sight when he's like this, but it is without his knowing. When the anger switch is flipped, Killian blacks out and looses control of his body. It takes a while for him to finally calm down. He'll claw and rip and tear and slash himself to fatigue, and upon waking, he has no recollection of the past events. No one tells him of it, though, as they are afraid of the repercussions. Plus, all the evidence of it is washed away by the water, forever hidden underneath a sea as fickle as Killian himself.
Backstory;;
Killian is either loved of hated by everyone, there is no in between when dealing with him. These two dynamics have been present ever since his birth. Being the youngest of three siblings does have its perks since he is treated as the baby of the family. His parents always give him the extra eel at dinner time or allow him to sleep near the heat vent in their room when he has a nightmare. It ticks off his two brothers. They express this through simple things like an 'accidental' shove into the rocks or a hateful word spoken in his direction. Killian himself doesn't take any offense from it, he knows the actions they perform are only out of petty jealousy, but that doesn't mean he isn't afraid. Afraid that they'll go too far and hurt him so much he can't recover from it. Normally his parents keep this from happening and that makes his brothers hate him even more, getting favor from his parents. He knows they want to kill him and they won't hesitate when given the chance. Mom and Dad try not the leave him alone, at least for too long, but today was different. They heard from neighbors that a school of saltwater trout were arriving early in the morning, and with the recent food shortages, they both had to go so they had enough to feed the family. Mom roused Killian before they left and kissed him goodbye, but she didn't wake the other boys so they didn't know he was alone. Once they left, Killian was afraid to move. He didn't want to wake his brothers. The warmth from the vent beside him burned against his back legs, so much it was starting to hurt. His breaths came irregularly as he took and held in one jump of water for a while before releasing it and taking many rapid breaths until he could hold it again. His heart about stopped when he heard the rocks that made up the bed for his brothers shift. They were waking up. Quick, quiet whispers were exchanged between the two, but Killian couldn't make out the words. They were wide awake and knew Mom and Dad were gone. They had been awake the whole time. Today's the day I do. Killian knew that with all of his frightened heart. His brothers' movements were quick and deliberate and Killian's heart fell. He could no longer feel the heat of the vent as a chill took over his body. He still didn't believe it was his last day until they turned the corner and looked into the small cove that made up their parents' room. Their faces wore smiles, but they weren't kind, only filled with hatred. Killian's knees went weak and he trembled. "Hey, pretty boy." Said the older brother "Wanna play a game?" From the looks on their faces, Killian knew he couldn't say no. They both got on either side of him and guided him out of their sheltered cave and into the open ocean. "We're going to play tag!" The younger brother said "You like that game, don't you? You're going to be it and we'll catch you!" They were even messing with the precious game to get back at him. He glanced over to see a large toothy grin with teeth as sharp as a narwhal's horn smiling back at him. A whimper escaped his mouth. "You scared?" The older brother teased and the younger chimed in again. "We'll give you a three second head start!" The way he said it made him sound like he was a saint pardoning the sins of a murderer. Next thing Killian knew, the older brother had shouted 'go!' and he was off. His tail pumped back and forth as fast as he could, but he could hear them counting down behind him in sing-songy voices. "..2..." They were counting too fast! He wasn't going to be able to outswim them. "..1!" Killian glanced over his shoulder behind him to see them burst away from their current position, leaving bubbles in their wake as they chased after him. It didn't take more than a few seconds for them to reach his sides; they blocked him in. The brother on his right moved in and slammed his body into him, pushing him towards the brother on his right and in turn he hit him back. Killian could not stop them so he just endured it until the brother on his left hit him too hard and sent him flying farther into the ocean. Due to his gathered inertia, it was almost impossible to slow down, despite his flailing limbs. Suddenly something hit him like a brick wall and he felt something new begin to carry him through the water. He quickly realized that he had been pushed into a current, and with each passing second, he watched his brothers get smaller and smaller. The look of their faces was relieved almost: happy like they had just gotten rid of an annoying parasite. That parasite being himself. In that moment, he realized he hated his parents, the way they treated him. If they had only thought of him as equal to the other brothers, this wouldn't have happened. He knew that if the places were reversed, that he would have done the same thing, and he felt no resentment towards his brothers. Now they can be happy. He thought as he let himself drift away from where he once called home.
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