Kaymm
Dec 5, 2012 11:03:09 GMT -6
Post by cammdaman27 on Dec 5, 2012 11:03:09 GMT -6
Name: Kaymmodious Rykainin Shynuka
Class: Pupil -> Mage -> Sage
Hair Color: Golden Bronze
Eye Color: Crimson
Age: 32
Appearance: Kaymmodious or "Kaymm" is just a average looking guy. Not to hansom not to ugly just average. He's about 6.4 and weighs
little under 180 lbs. He's a little beefy for a mage but still fits the description of the weaker side of
people. With unkept shoulder length hair he spends his days traveling to redeem himself for the evils he's
committed.
Clothes: Has a pair of black leather boots and some dark blue pants. a raggedy old dirt brown under shirt and
a dark blue tunic to match his leggings. On top of that he wheres a and old cape that is just about as long
as him and is patched to no end. Eventually there might be more patches than cape. The original color was
matching to his other clothes, but like said before patches all around.
Born in: Doesn't know. Usually a very happy, glass half full type, but when you ask him about his origin and
his family, he usually becomes very quiet. He gets a serious look in his eye and stares off into space. Then
like it never happened, he smiles real goofy and he continues the conversation like you didn't even ask the
question.
Story: Just outside a small village near the Nabata Dessert and elderly man clothed in a dark blue robe took
a walk away from his stressful duties. As he stared out into the ever changing sand he tripped on something.
As he collected himself and brushed away the sand covering the object he noticed it was a spell book.
"strange," he said as he tried to lift the book from its resting place. But, as he lifted the book a
small hand clamped onto the spine rose from the sand. The man quickly uncovered the body of a small boy and
hurried him into the village. With the help of many of the townsfolk the boy managed to awaken a few days
later. Unfortunately the boy was unable to tell them where he had come from, how he got there, why he had a
fire spell book or even his name.
As the boy grew the villagers became unsettled of his ability to wield magic. The began to persist
the elder to make him leave, but he refused for as long as he could. But they made him agree to an ultimatum
that either the magic or the boy had to go.
But, about the time the boy was 15, the boy snuck off to practice his ability once again. As he began
his self teaching a villager had seen him and had followed him to his secret training area. The man ran back
to the village and returned with many of the townsfolk in a riot. The boy, unusually focused on his training,
didn't hear them till it was too late. They drug the boy back to the village and brought him before the
elder.
"He was practicing that fire weaving again!" yelled one townsfolk as he pointed a dirty finger at the
boy. The elderly man only sighed at the roaring crowd as he step downed the steps and came to the boy. "Son,
what have I told you about pursuing that...unique talent of yours?"
"I'm sorry," he said as he handed over his book. The man smiled as he tucked the book away and turned
the crowd. "Now see, nothing to worry about."
"Nothing? He needs punishment!"
"He needs to learn he can't do that here!"
"Please friends, calm down don't need to rush into something we are gunna regret."
"Calm? I AM CALM OLD MAN! NOW MOVE!" yelled a big man as he push the elder aside and brought back a
fist. The boy didn't think, he didn't decided to, he just reacted. He dodged the big oafs fist and rolled
towards the elder. He stood and scooped up the book. And, blinded by rage, defended himself. Flames rained
down upon the people and the town. Screams could be hear into the night. When the boy awoke the next morning,
he found what was left of the people that took him in. He found what was left of the small desert village
that had saved his life.
Now as the boy became a man, he spends ever waking moment walking the land helping anyone and everyone he meets to find self atonement, taking up the name of the very man that had saved his life, trying to lift the shame he has brought to it. Trying to fix what he has done.
Class: Pupil -> Mage -> Sage
Hair Color: Golden Bronze
Eye Color: Crimson
Age: 32
Appearance: Kaymmodious or "Kaymm" is just a average looking guy. Not to hansom not to ugly just average. He's about 6.4 and weighs
little under 180 lbs. He's a little beefy for a mage but still fits the description of the weaker side of
people. With unkept shoulder length hair he spends his days traveling to redeem himself for the evils he's
committed.
Clothes: Has a pair of black leather boots and some dark blue pants. a raggedy old dirt brown under shirt and
a dark blue tunic to match his leggings. On top of that he wheres a and old cape that is just about as long
as him and is patched to no end. Eventually there might be more patches than cape. The original color was
matching to his other clothes, but like said before patches all around.
Born in: Doesn't know. Usually a very happy, glass half full type, but when you ask him about his origin and
his family, he usually becomes very quiet. He gets a serious look in his eye and stares off into space. Then
like it never happened, he smiles real goofy and he continues the conversation like you didn't even ask the
question.
Story: Just outside a small village near the Nabata Dessert and elderly man clothed in a dark blue robe took
a walk away from his stressful duties. As he stared out into the ever changing sand he tripped on something.
As he collected himself and brushed away the sand covering the object he noticed it was a spell book.
"strange," he said as he tried to lift the book from its resting place. But, as he lifted the book a
small hand clamped onto the spine rose from the sand. The man quickly uncovered the body of a small boy and
hurried him into the village. With the help of many of the townsfolk the boy managed to awaken a few days
later. Unfortunately the boy was unable to tell them where he had come from, how he got there, why he had a
fire spell book or even his name.
As the boy grew the villagers became unsettled of his ability to wield magic. The began to persist
the elder to make him leave, but he refused for as long as he could. But they made him agree to an ultimatum
that either the magic or the boy had to go.
But, about the time the boy was 15, the boy snuck off to practice his ability once again. As he began
his self teaching a villager had seen him and had followed him to his secret training area. The man ran back
to the village and returned with many of the townsfolk in a riot. The boy, unusually focused on his training,
didn't hear them till it was too late. They drug the boy back to the village and brought him before the
elder.
"He was practicing that fire weaving again!" yelled one townsfolk as he pointed a dirty finger at the
boy. The elderly man only sighed at the roaring crowd as he step downed the steps and came to the boy. "Son,
what have I told you about pursuing that...unique talent of yours?"
"I'm sorry," he said as he handed over his book. The man smiled as he tucked the book away and turned
the crowd. "Now see, nothing to worry about."
"Nothing? He needs punishment!"
"He needs to learn he can't do that here!"
"Please friends, calm down don't need to rush into something we are gunna regret."
"Calm? I AM CALM OLD MAN! NOW MOVE!" yelled a big man as he push the elder aside and brought back a
fist. The boy didn't think, he didn't decided to, he just reacted. He dodged the big oafs fist and rolled
towards the elder. He stood and scooped up the book. And, blinded by rage, defended himself. Flames rained
down upon the people and the town. Screams could be hear into the night. When the boy awoke the next morning,
he found what was left of the people that took him in. He found what was left of the small desert village
that had saved his life.
Now as the boy became a man, he spends ever waking moment walking the land helping anyone and everyone he meets to find self atonement, taking up the name of the very man that had saved his life, trying to lift the shame he has brought to it. Trying to fix what he has done.
