Post by kinok on Aug 10, 2014 10:55:13 GMT -5
Your username: KiNok
Character's name: KiNok (Key-Knock)
Character's age: 20 updated 01September2017 from creation date of 18 years old
Character's attitude: KiNok is a clown most of the time. He has a hard time taking anything seriously and seems more content having fun then anything else. His love of magic is the only thing in his life that rivals his love of fun. He has very little skill in the art though because he is entirely self taught. KiNok is far more friendly and trusting then he should be and it often gets him into trouble that could have been avoided all together. The same could be said of his sometimes unwanted playful nature. KiNok lusts for power and knowledge in the magical arts but he is not unaware of the dangers. He already was on the receiving end of a magic ritual far beyond his ability at the time.
Character's Race: Human Spell weaver/Magician
Character's appearance: KiNok wears a brown tunic like most citizens of the land. But over the tunic he wears a leather trench coat of sorts. KiNok is very thin and boney lacking almost any body mass. Most of the time the striped reptile tail he accidently cursed himself with is hidden away. But when away from cities and people he allows it to hang out and drag in the dirt behind him. KiNok also wears leather gloves with magic line tracings on the palm to help him channel energy. He is never seen without a satchel at his side containing a mysterious grimoire. His brown hair is short and messy. His brown eyes seem to always have a mischievous look to them. The stubble of hair on his chin betrays his young age. As of recently KiNok did more magical changes to his body and his hands now resembles a dragons.
Character's allegiance: Use to be the riders. But now ancient spirits
Weapons: His untrained magic.
Other Info: There is his tail brought on by a curse. And his grimoire.
History: KiNok is a orphan. He never knew where he came from or who his family was. He does not really care either. KiNok learned at a young age that he had a natural affiliation with magic. So did the farmers who owned the burned down barn KiNok was hiding in to escape the biting cold of winter. Never in his life did KiNok meet others like him. At times he could not help but wonder if he was the only one with these gifts. Until he became aware of the riders. But still they were a distant thing. He never got to speak to them when chance brought them by.
KiNok's life remained largely uninteresting until he met a mysterious traveling peddler. From that stranger KiNok received a grimoire as the peddler called it. A book holding magical spells and secrets. Having a taste of forbidden knowledge led KiNok down a dark path. Magic far beyond his untrained skill. He entered a magic circle in a ritual to bless himself and instead left it cursed. A reptilian striped tail was its gift to him. One that was strong and even if cut off, grew back. But despite the outcome KiNok learned to accept it. The curse would serve as a constant reminder of the price for seeking power to quickly.
And so KiNok wanders the realm seeking others like himself touched with magic in hopes of finding a teacher, a master. For the most part he spends his days entertaining the public for money with his magical antics. Degrading to some, but to KiNok it was killing two birds with one stone. He earned money to support himself and his travels, and he got to bring smiles to those around him. KiNok sends letter after letter to places where rider outposts are. But to this day none have yet to recognize he even exists. At times he has heard stories of riders hunting down and killing those like himself that are threats to there order. KiNok does not know what a shade is, much less how he can become one. All he knows is that he wants nothing to do with anything associated with the word shade. And as for the riders. Once the shadow of there wings brought hope to his heart that they would take him in as a student of the magical arts. But with the stories he has heard. He cant help but wonder if they have deemed him and threat and come to cut off his head. But stories and rumors are obscured truths he will come to learn.
KiNok was a member of the rider order for a time until word spread of his dealings with ancient spirits. In ignorance, or fear, the young mage was cast out. Ancient benevolent spirits took pity on KiNok as he was dying in the wilds and breathed life back into his broken body. He now serves them. To what ends? Only KiNok himself knows. KiNok is now as mysterious as the spirits he serves and his intentions are unknown. But one thing is clear. He no longer holds love for the dragon riders.
Role Play Sample: KiNok lifted up his right leg and shook it a little to make the tail wrapped around his leg under the pants shift into a more comfortable position. Turning his eyes to some children staring at him through the large market crowd with cocked heads the young magician smiled and brought up a gloved finger to his lips. "Shhhh" He remembered the kids from the other day when he was performing for coin. But today he was just another shopper.
As he was about to walk to a stall KiNok could not help himself but stop and rub his gloved hands together. Whispering some words he pulled a hand away revealing a translucent looking blue butterfly not of this world. Blowing on it the apparition conjured by magic took flight and slowly drifted through the air for the children to chase. Chuckling at the children's laughter he continued to a stall with jars of various powders and items.
"Do you have my order?" KiNok asked the trader with a big grin. The man behind the stall ducked down out of view and stood back up with a small pouch. "Here is your salt. If you don't mind me asking, what's it for. KiNok counted out the money and hand it over to the merchants waiting hand. "Cooking" KiNok replied and observed the merchants reaction. "And it is a good medium for magical fires". The man seemed pleased as if he had just been entrusted with some magical secret. But KiNok would not have revealed such knowledge if it was important. It really was nothing special and hardly a secret.
