Kio

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VITAL INFORMATION:

Name: Kio
Age: 21
Race: Manjite (n. Man-jeet)

[/u] – Generally a short and perceptive race. They can be quite cocky and snobbish, due to their god-complex like attitude. Magical by nature, the Manjite are taught at a very young age how to access it but are only allowed to improve their skills through their own methods, not allowing teachers. Of course all techniques are written down and stored in the main archives of the hidden empire. Only a certain amount of the race has ever gotten through the magical barrier of the library building. But those that have have been deemed worthy of learning the secrets.
Gender: Male
Rank: Exploratory soldier/scout in times of war.
Kingdom: Manjite Kingdom – Abston
Side: Neutral

DETAILS:

Appearance: Kio’s height is quite small and his figure is quite thin and spindly. He has short, brown hair which naturally forms a sort of mop-head look. His eyes are an odd, red colour with speckles of a dark green scattered around the Iris. His face is rounded and when Kio pulls his chin down towards his neck it forms a double chin. His arms and legs have only the basic amounts of muscle on them.

Personality: He is cocky, untrusting and his racial god-complex makes him very hard to get along with.

History: Kio was born in the large city of Abston which was cloaked from all outside sight. At the tender age of five he was introduced into his education.

Kio’s feet pounded against the grassy, uneven terrain of the Wilhelm Institute of Education near the edge of Abston. His frail little legs and thin figure glided across the garden of the school like an antelope fleeing from a predator. Snarling and growling emitted from the ground behind him. The dogs were growing ever closer but Kio didn’t dare look back for fear of tripping. He panted loudly, his arms and legs barely continuing to move. Jeers and laughs came from the other students. The main teacher yelled, drowning out the other sounds. “Kio, use the spell.”

Recently, Kio hadn’t been showing any signs of magic at all. They were using extreme methods to bring it out now and Kio wasn’t particularly pleased with this and was afraid, truly and utterly petrified. He was going to die, no way could he was going to be able to use magic now of all times. In a moment of feeling doomed, Kio shouted out “Levitas”.

Slowly but surely, Kio’s legs started pounding against thin air but still succeeding to move him forward, and now upwards as well.

As he grew up, the basic education in magic was revoked and he was told to go on, get by on his own. With age came wisdom and freedom until eventually he left the safety of his home and join the military of the self proclaimed Neutral side.

Family: His mother and father were both respectable, complex people. His father was a banker and his mother was a head weaver in one of the central shops.

Other: N/A

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Evan
Roleplaying Experience: Intermediate
How'd you find us?: Advertising site.

Roleplaying Example: Evan stood outside the main door of Leinster House. Currently all the parties of the Irish government were gathered in the large building behind him. They were debating the new war situation. They were all fools, including the president. President Éamon de Valera was holding the meeting. Evan was currently smoking a cigarette. He was really the one in control; Éamon was just a puppet in his play. He heard the bustle inside die down and someone started shouting again. They were all acting like barbarians. Fine Gael was currently the holder of most of the seats but that did not stop the rest of the parliament voting them out of everything. This cold war was finally reaching Ireland, mentally. They were one of the only countries left standing not under the rule of a bigger power. The imminent threat of nuclear weapons had sent a thrill of panic throughout the country and its inhabitants.

Evan spat on the ground and crushed the cigarette beneath his heel. To think they had only just gotten rid of the British before the German’s and the Japanese and all those other fascist and power hungry dictators and governments starting making their move across Europe and America. Evan opened the door and walked down the hallway, the voice of the current speaker in the Dáil chamber of Leinster house resonated throughout the halls as Evan navigated his way through them. “We have to attack them at the heart, Berlin. We have the airpower and the manpower to launch an assault. We’d only have to convince Switzerland and Iceland!” Said Mathew McCarthy, rising from his seat. “We’re about to be invaded the Germans are on our doorstep! Do you want to be colonised and controlled again?!”

Evan entered the chamber through the little passage between two of the line of benches and long podiums. The loud muttering began again and Evan’s voice boomed out in the chamber. “Let the people sing their stories and their songs, and the music of their native land” he started to sing. A song of The Wolftones from the year before, 1963. It was greeted with silence for a second before a select amount of people muttered the next verse with Evan.

“Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine”

Towards the end, more people had joined in. Evan smiled and raised his arms to the air, walking into the centre of the room, just before the desk in front of the main podium.

“For those who are in love
There's a song that's warm and tender.
For those who are oppressed
In song you can protest.”

For several minutes, this went on and Evan was more than glad to lead them in the song of revolution. Éamon motioned to the main podium and stepped down, letting the true leader stand up to address the government of Ireland. “We don’t need to attack we can defend. The Irish Republican Army has agreed to help us. The IRA is our ally in this time of need. They have superior adaptive skills and technology.” He shouted to the gathered people. “We should set up a more reliable defensive perimeter around this Emerald Isle of ours!” His fist made a sharp contact with the flat wooden top of the podium. “Then, and only then, shall we discuss the act of invasion! You my friends are the people of Ireland; you are the culture, the music, the military and blood of our green hills and our blue rivers."

"I grew up by the River Lee in Cork and I know of hardship and of conflict. I may not have been there during 1916 during the Easter Rising but my brothers fought on the front lines. Each one of them died but I will not let the Smith legacy die with them. We will carry on until peace may be brought to the world that we live in. Either we fight until the serenity of our land is restored or we die fighting for it.” All eyes gleamed with anticipation and it was clear that they all agreed. He finished it off with his most popular slogan in the past year. “Born in Ireland, fight for Ireland, Die against all those who oppose Ireland.” This was met with the cheers and roars of the crowds around him. They sprung to their seats and clapped.

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