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Kry
Hero Complex
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08-13-2014, 07:20 PM
Kurako
A half-elf born from death, and death is his curse. Kurako's mother had been assaulted by a human, and some time later gave birth to Kurako. She died during the child birth, using her last breath to curse him and his unknown human father as she gave birth. As soon as he came into the world, as soon as his mother breathed her last breath, the forest where his elven village was began to wither and die. As if nature itself had been cursed, Kurako's body was covered in dark lines. Like black veins on the outside of his flesh, wrapping and winding around every inch of him except for his face. The elves of the village pitied him. Poor pathetic cursed baby. An elven woman in particular grew fond of him, and once he began to love her as if she were his own mother, a wasting sickness came over her. The elves cast him out, immediately blaming him, and it was him but Kurako didn't understand that yet. He was still very young.
A human found him then, a man who was a master thief. This man taught Kurako all the ways of proper thieving, sleight-of-hand tricks, how to vanish in the shadows. Kurako learned quickly under the human's tutelage, and eventually surpassed him as a thief. As his feelings grew for his adopted father, the man began to develop the wasting sickness and eventually died. Sometime after he fell in love with a beautiful girl, and she too succumbed to that wasting sickness. It was then that Kurako fully realized it was his fault. He was the cause of the deaths of everything he loved. He keeps his skin covered, to hide those black markings over his body. He is quick and very good at stealing, and always looking for the next big mark. Lately he has taken to stealing items that could lead to his death were he caught, instead of just losing a hand. It's his own way of being self destructive.
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Kurako did want to escape, but he couldn't escape from the thing he wanted to get away from the most. Himself. Everything he loved, animate and inanimate, sentient and non-sentient things alike would just wither and die. It was something he had realized years ago, and it drove him to keeping his distance from everyone and everything. Though lately he had become more careless as he went around thieving, as if he wanted to get caught, especially in the most dangerous situations. It was night time, and he was staring up at a very large palace. This was certainly going to be one of those very dangerous situations, perhaps he would get caught this time?
The half elf licked his lips and ran a hand over his clothing, tugging up the collar a bit of his rather fine looking clothes. To make sure the dark lines on his neck were covered, he studied the structure a while longer. Watchmen would be about, guards and knights. Maybe this would be fun too? Though at the same time, Kurako just wanted to run away. As his eyes swept over the building he noticed something, another gate, practically right in front of him where there had only been solid wall. A solid wall the thief had been intending to climb over. How curious. It certainly didn't belong.
Kurako pondered for a few moments, then shrugged and walked through it without a second thought. It could be a trap, perhaps the palace also had mages along the ranks of it's guards? Well, he certainly didn't expect to step beyond that gate into another place. His lavender colored eyes blinked, an illusion perhaps? There were guards surrounding him though, so it didn't seem like much of a trap. He turned, as if to make his way back through the gate, and stopped. The gate was gone. Perhaps this really was a trap of some kind.
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