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Kry
Hero Complex
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03-03-2015, 09:20 PM
Rules:
Medieval-ish time period
All races and creatures are welcome {even unicorns but be a little secretive and creative about that, because according to legends, unicorns are extinct}
No god modding
Profiles aren't necessary
Be polite
Have fun
Legends say, somewhere there exists a crystalline figurine, in the shape of a unicorn. Carved from a unicorn's crystal horn. Unicorns haven't existed for centuries, or so it is believed, but this crystal unicorn has the power to cure any disease, dispel any curse. It has the power to grant any wish, but it is a delicate thing, and can easily be corrupted by those dark of heart to cause any disease, cast any curse, spend torment and terror instead of healing and peace. Many have tried to find it, but all have failed.
Is it only legend, or does it truly exist? What purpose will the one who does find it use it for? Will it be for good or for evil?
My Character:
Kurako
A half-elf born from death, and death is his curse. Kurako's mother had fallen in love with a human, a man who left her once he learned of her pregnancy. She died during child birth, using her last breath to curse the baby as it was being born and the father of her child. As soon as Kurako 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. When 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 the loss of his adoptive father, Kurako 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, though now it seems the lines have begun to appear on his face. He is quick and very good at stealing, though not too long after the death of his love, Kurako began to earnestly search for the Crystal Unicorn, in hopes of ridding himself of the curse that courses through his veins. The curse that might even kill him one day.
Opening Post:
Kurako followed the road, it was a winding road, well traveled though mostly used by merchants traveling from one town to the next. The half elf's destination was the town that lay still some long miles a head of him. He had heard tell there was a great library in the city of Lita'Ria and that was exactly where he meant to go. The sun was high in the sky, so it must have been near noon, and it was warm, but Kurako was fully clothed, every inch of him practically covered. His face was the only thing exposed, and Kurako hated that. Only because the evidence of his curse had begun to appear there.
Why? He didn't understand why it was spreading now. For centuries it had only extended up to his neck, never beyond. Perhaps the curse was growing stronger? He wasn't sure, he could feel the darkness coursing through his body, but it felt the same as it always had. If it were stronger, would it kill the things he cared for, sentient and non, animate and inanimate, faster than before? Kurako had spent a very long time in a solitary life, so he didn't know, nor would he deliberately get close to someone again. For their sake, and for his own sake. Grief weighed as heavily on his heart today as it had the first time he figured out he was the reason why all the things he loved died. That grief had not eased over the years.
The half elf shifted the pack of supplies hanging on his right shoulder, he was armed with a dagger on his belt and several smaller ones hidden up his sleeves, that he could access with a flick of his wrist. Kurako was a thief, a rogue of sorts, most of the things, if not all, including the pack, had been procured with less than honest means. He shook his head slightly, pulling the hood of his sleeved cloak up over his head and tugging the edge of it down a bit. Perhaps the shadow of it would prevent those he passed by from seeing the marks on his face, if he kept his head down.
So far, to his relief, he hadn't met any other travelers, but it was a oft used road, so that could change at any moment. A horse would make this journey faster, but Kurako didn't want to risk that again. He had somehow become to fond of his last horse and it had died days ago. He grit his teeth, moving with a determined stride. He would find his answers.
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