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| User: | kyz_nezumi (4676784) Servent of the All Father
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| Name: | Keyz van Pelt | ||||
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| Bio: | (( RP character for the MUCK 'Southern Cross' )) Character Application for "Keyz vanPelt" ( approved with a :D )--------------------------------------- 5 Titan 995 (outside Burmecia) "Do you even know where we are?" the young burmecian tucked the sleeping baby into the back of the wagon, feeling more and more frustration at her companion, the driver, "We told Kig and Sanix that we'd catch up with them with Claire, we're already late! They're going to start looking for us Kal!" "Silence!" Kal looked over the map for a moment as he slowed the chocobo pulling the wagon, looking over it diligently. They had kept the child back at their settlement, since she had fallen ill and they didn't want to move her until she was better. However her parents Kig and Sanix had been recalled to Burmecia for official government orders, and they left them in their care with a promise that they would set off a few days later to return her. Reaching forward, Shannon grabbed the map from Kal's hands and turned it right side up, "By Gaia you're so pathetic!" "SILENCE!" his voice rang out into the valley around them, booming back at them in echoes as Claire could be heard crying from the back of the wagon, "If you don't..." "Silence yourself!" Shannon went back into the wagon to attend to the child. There was a time she wished she wasn't sterile, but when she considered who she had chosen as a mate, she wondered if it wasn't a blessing. The wagon came to a stop just as Shannon had gotten Claire to be quiet, and she sighed. What was the idiot up to now? Poking her head out the front, she saw Kal staring into space like a drooling idiot, "What the hell is wrong with you?" No answer. Her head rose to see what he was looking at, just in time to see the inevitable fate that was streaking through the sky towards them. A dragon. Just great. Kal was still staring as the two chocobos began to panic and run off to either side, dragging the wagon partially with it and moving in opposite directions. Fear streaked through her as she backed into the wagon, attempting to pull the phobia stricken Kal back into the wagon with her. Indeed the only thing that saved them the first swipe is that Chocobos were much tastier than they were and the dragon was making a sweep for them. Lost in a temporary state of confusion as the chocobos went opposite directions and not knowing which to go for, the dragon settled for bashing into the front of the wagon missing both but breaking the harness structure and sending Shannon and Kal out the back of the wagon. The only reason Claire didn't follow is because of the splintering board that thourally impaled the infants left leg and held her inside. The chocobo split and ran for it, each into either side of the forest and off on their own to live or starve or whatever it was tame chocobos did when they got free, and when the dragon banked he was met with only two lesser yumyums in his vision. Shannon had hit the ground hard, pain splitting up through her back as she held onto Kal, trying to pull him off the ground and off of her, "GET UP! This is not the time! DAMNIT!" Tears streaked down her face. As angry as she was at him, she couldn't escape and leave him there to die as she easily could have. It just wouldn't be right. She couldn't show herself to Kig and Sanix without the child and without her husband. She would rather die and reserve herself to make up for her wrong doings in the next life than let them go without her. And that's what she got. An instant later, the dragon bore down on them at full speed and all went dark. ------------------------------ 11 Titan 995 (Capital) The priest flipped through his various books during the quiet time after the late service, concentrating on what his next sermon would entail and wondering about an appointment he had the next day. Several actually, and they promised to be difficult as he was trying to help several couples deal with differences. That sort of thing was never easy. But it was all worth it when it turned out well right? Looking up, he saw several of what appeared to be ruffians enter the cathedral. They were quite... unsavory in appearance. One appeared to be a raccoon type individual while the other was more or less human looking, but both were unkept and shadowy. Admittedly, he was slightly nervous, but his job did not allow for such things to get in the way of his duty as priest, "Welcome welcome friends!" he marked his book and closed it, rising from his seat as the two individuals walked up. "Come in! All are welcome here." his eyes went to a bundle that the raccoon was carrying. It was an infant. "You the priest?" the human fellow was rather short in speech, and didn't seem to be up for conversation. "Yes, child, I am the priest here, Damon van Pelt." his eyes noticed that the child was neither of the male individualss species. Maybe an alternate species companion of one of theirs? He began to look concerned at the child's apparent condition. "We found this child near her parents' bodies on our journey here to the capital, they had been killed in a monster attack. We can't take care of it.. so.... ya know?" the raccoon stared at Damon as the human spoke, then handed the child outward. He took the child quickly, cradling it in his arms and looking at it with pity, "Of course! Of course!" they had probably brought it here because of the adjacent orphanage that was ran by the church, "No child will be turned away! You've done the right thing!" Nodding, both of them seemed to have lost interest in conversation as they backed away. These were unsavory individuals for certain, and he wondered if they hadn't killed the parents in a robbery and felt guilty about it. It would do no good to make accusations, and he did not drop the expression from his face. At least they had some good in their heart, and good treatment may plant seeds for more goodness later. They were gone without more words. Damon silently took the child back into a room, unwrapping the bundles and examining it carefully. "A burmecian? ... " Was it a burmecian? It had the most oddly colored fur he'd ever seen on one. It was actually zebra stripped yellowish and black, circling her little eyes in black. Her little silver colorless yet reflective eyes stared weakly into space. Yes, it did seem to be a burmecian, what a rare trait she must have. He shrugged; even though he'd only seen white Burmecians, he hadn't seen that many in person, and didn't particularly desire it as he'd not had any good experiences attempting to convert them. There was a festering wound on the left leg, It looked like it had been given days before and never properly treated. That wouldn't do at all. She hadn't been taken care of at all; he doubted such people even knew how to properly care for a child. This injury would no doubt cause her to be weak in this area for the rest of her life. How unfortunate for her. But perhaps this child had been blessed more than cursed! This girl would not be raised in the pagan atmosphere of her native culture. No, he would raise her to be an upstanding servant of the All Father, and example to their race! He would teach her to cast magic in the proper way, and to have proper respect for the Church and the way of things. "I will make sure that you are protected from your fate." he would make sure she wasn't exposed to the pagan rituals and beliefs of her native kind. "Yes, a blessing." As he thought to himself a hand went to her left wrist and pulled at a loop. Had this gone unnoticed by the ruffians? Around her wrist was a bracelet with two shiny but blood splotched keys around it. He pulled the bracelet carefully off and put it in a small box beside them. What an interesting thing to find on a child... "Keys...." ---------------------------- 7 Chocobo 1005 Keyz skittered through the orphanage, the book she had so happily acquired during her visit to the library with her 'mother' tucked under one arm. Cecilia, Damon's wife and usual caretaker of the young burmecian when the priest wasn't teaching her, led her back into her room and sat her down, "I'm so proud of you Keyz. You've been doing well. One day you'll be a top notch priest just like your father." Cecilia left Keyz to her new book, not taking much note of what the child had chosen. She was a bit tired, honestly, and her husband insisted that Keyz be led any and everywhere that the child went. Sometimes she wondered with all this pampering that the girl got if she'd ever be able to truly take care of herself. "Goodness knows.." Cecilia said as she entered Damon's study minutes later, "I wish you would just listen to me. The girl has all her money handled for her, is led everywhere she goes... it'll be amazing if she can ever work her finances or find her way around on her own." "Oh come on dear..." Damon dreaded 'this' conversation. He had taken Keyz under his wing more than any of the other orphans. At this point she had basicly became his legal daughter. For some reason he just felt that it was his duty to make sure this child was a light to her race. He envisioned her, going back to her people one day, and bringing the news of the All Father to them. But to do this, she had to be protected, she had to be brought up right and not exposed to certain things. "She's young! She shouldn't be expected to deal with money yet... and kids get lost all the time." "She got lost in the library today! Again! The library is not a huge place!" Cecilia put her hands on her hips, "Damon! When I found her some unscrupulous toad was trying to convince her that her mother sent him and she should go home with him. You protect her to the point that she doesn't even know there's evil in the world! She would have gone with him!" "Cecilia..." he shook his head, "You've just got to watch over her; kids get lost and can be a little foolish." He truly wished she wouldn't refer so demeaning of people, using words like 'toad' just because they needed the light. "Just a kid?" throwing up her hands, she gave up, yet again, and walked back out of his study. Meanwhile in her room, Keyz opened the book and flipped through the pages. It was a book about clothing, and seemed innocent enough to those 'protecting' her, but she specifically got it for a chapter about burmecians. The fact was, the book was written years ago and was grossly inaccurate on the burmecian culture even for the time in which it was written. Of course Keyz had no way of knowing this, and she flipped through the section on 'her' culture with grave interest. She knew that her father was trying to protect her from something. Something about her own kind that was bad or wrong. It made her feel awful inside. He would never know, but every time he would take a book away from her, or not let her go outside to greet them when she saw one pass the church, or a number of other things, he made her feel like she herself was wrong. Like she was a freak of nature that didn't deserve to be where she was in this church or in the priesthood. He had such high hopes for her, wanting her to be a priest like him. Wanting her to spread the light. She was worthless in all those areas. What was she suppose to do for other people when her very genetics were tainted with sin in his eyes? She flicked the loop earring in her left ear as she thought to herself. She had only recently gotten her ear pierced, and now hung the two keys that had been found with her from the loop. A reminder of the unknown sin that she came from, and the only possession that was truly hers. Flipping through page after page... there wasn't much on them here. It would have to do. She looked at the pictures again, then pulled out a pen and paper and began to make sketches of her own. They'd never do it if she showed them this book, but maybe she could sketch out cloths similar to it and have them make those. Would it work? Maybe someone of her own kind would look in the window and recognize her and come inside! She had no idea why they never came in the church. Father said it was because they were pagans. Pagans that she would 'bring the light' to one day. She closed the book and looked at what she had drawn... .kinda odd looking? She didn't care. This is what she would wear from now on. She smiled sweetly to herself, picking up the paper and attempting to find her way to her mother who could sew. Maybe she'd be happy to find Keyz 'making her own decisions'. She was always griping about that, so then maybe she'd make the dress without thinking! She went from room to room in the huge building that shared the church and the orphanage. Yeah, all she had to do was find her mom... .... ... "Where am I?" she looked around and sighed. "Ummmm...." She sat down and waited to be found... again. ------------------------------------------------------------ 16 Ifrit 1009 "No Keyz child.. That is not quite it." Damon sat down in front of the burmecian that he had spent much of his life raising to be his miricle of goodness for her kind, and placed his hands on her muzzle, "Move your mouth like this when you speak the words. It must be done right." "But it worked..." he silenced her with a polite shake of his head. It was never enough for him for it to work it seemed and what he made her do didn't seem to make it work better. But anything else was unheard of for him. She was not going to have the same flaw ingrained in her that her race had with their pagan ritual spell casting. She would do it right, perfectly right. She had to be an example! His eyes were clouded with this thought, to the point of obsession. In his obsession he had done the unthinkable, he had made her think she had to be perfect, and in the process made her take as long casting her spells normally as she would have ritually as part of her own culture. "It was right!" she raised her voice at him, something that she almost never did, and he looked surprised at her. "Keyz... you know how important this is, you have to be a light..." "To who? To my pagan race? There's nothing wrong with what I am father!" her words sunk in like a knife as he watched tears roll down her face, "My people... are good people. I know they are. They're good like me and you daddy... they... just are." "Keyz there is evil in the world that you don't..." "What evil? I don't understand; I've never seen this... daddy, people are naturally good. Just because they do things differently doesn't make them wrong, it doesn't make the Father hate them or think they're low..." she said the words and didn't believe them. In her own eyes she was lower than low, not worth what he led her into, "I can't father. I really enjoy training, I do, but... I can't be a priest like you. I can't preach and help people out. I'm not even worth it. I'll find another way... something else I can do that I'm worth doing..." He was silent. Had he led her to believe this? In his obsession to make her right, had he damaged her soul this much? Was there anything he could say that would make her think better of herself? How could he have over looked this? His heart sank thinking of what he may have done. "Keyz...." ------------------------------------- 1 Leviathan 1010 "Hello?" Marie was startled as the young and oddly dressed... and oddly colored burmecian girl spoke out of nowhere. She hadn't even realized she was there. What was she doing here? Poor thing must be lost. She had just emerged from one of the back rooms, and had been servicing a young man. The man had just left the building after giving Marie some gil. "Are you lost?" Marie bent down on her haunches, her Circle pendant swaying before her. Keyz eyes went directly to it. "Yeah..." Keyz blushed, "Could you get me back to Priest van Pelt's church?" she wasn't even sure if she could get the address right, and sighed at how pathetic she was. "Well sure." Marie stood up and took Keys by the hand, leading her out the front of the building. "You're a circle member. Do you get lonely?" Keyz asked a rather blunt question. Her dad had always told her that Circle members were lonely, because they wouldn't ever have a real family to care for them, and that even though they performed a valuable service, they did so at great sacrifice. "Not so much... " she turned to Keyz as she talked, "I do what I think is right.. I know I give up some things, but just think of who I'm helping." she felt a little nervous talking to a young girl about this, but she was surely old enough to understand 'certain things', "We're more than what we seem on the outside, young lady. We keep many souls safe. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Yes..." Keyz knew because she had studied the religion well. The gears turned in her head. In another year she'd be old enough to join the Circle. Would that provide a way that even an undeserving girl like her could provide service for the All Father? She knew she was pretty, she had always been told so. Her only blemish was the scar on her leg, and it was neatly covered in her zigzagged fur pattern. "Here we are." Marie let her hand go as she was at the front door now, and Keyz saw Damon walking towards the front door from inside to greet her. He somewhat solemn as he recognized the person she was with, and a bit concerned at the influence even though he had nothing against Marie as an individual. "You be good and try not to get lost ok?" Keyz nodded, "Yes ma'am!" and went into the church once again, walking besides Damon. "Father?" "Yes Keyz?" "... nothing." Flaws: Geographically Challenged (major) (8), Weak Spot (4), Archaic Attire (3), Naive (2) = 18 Merits: Priest Training (7), Pure Blood (common) (5), Exotic Plumage (2), Carnal Member (2) = 16 Depictions of the Character: http://www.cleyra.com/keyz1.jpg http://www.cleyra.com/keyz2.jpg http://www.cleyra.com/keyz3.jpg | ||||
| Interests: | 21: arcana, bisexual, burmecia, burmecian culture, burmecians, capital, carnal, carnal circle member, circle whore, cleyrans, cures, d&d, final fantasy, gaia, healing, magic, nezumi, priesthood, ratonga, the all father, white magic | ||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||
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| Friend of: | 1: morphyloon | ||||
| Member of: | 4: got_the_blues, lunatic_cafe, motel_6, the_athenaeum | ||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | ||||
