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His emerald, moody eyes glisten in the dimmist light, filled with hate and life. He, the son of a Felles, or common Kurai and Emporer of the planet Kurai, was a burden to his father. Fathering a son with green eyes, a notorious mark of the Felles Kurai, was banished, exiled to the planet Empyrean to survive within a human family, the Kaisha's, founders of a corrupt corporation dedicating to becoming gods themselves.
Raised among humans who viewed him as mere propaganda for peace between the humans and Kurai elves, he only grew with more hatred for his father and began to see himself as the god the humans had been abandoned by. Hatred grew for his father more and more and soon enough, he became Master Kaisha and waged a 1,000 year war on his people (with Kurai longevity, it is possible to have a war so long. I should know, I created this race n_n).
Finally, in his 3,200 years of existance (equivilant to a 32 year old human) he has strayed far from the steel binding of the dark and gloomy Kaisha tower where once he surveyed the toxic land of Empyrean, a planet once beautiful and serene.
He is arrogant, eloquant and an excellent swordsman (and prefers only to fight with a rapier. It is much more elegant than a barbaric broadsword and swinging morning star flail) , though fighting comes reluctantly to him as he would rather mind his own business. He approaches one with caution though many choose to approach him (prepare to recieve snide, sarcastic remarks.) His magic is powerful with a life time of studying the craft, though he has choosen to carry a small inventory of fire, lightening, cold and contagion spells with him. He is not a force to be taken lightly. Though snobbish and often times rude, there is a lighter side to this bitter Kurai. He is a ladies man, charming and quite handsome and is willing to take care of anything injured.
 Apok-a-lyptikon · Mon Oct 09, 2006 @ 02:04am · 0 Comments |
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