Post by Wings of Lark on Apr 20, 2013 22:30:21 GMT -5
And so I replied, in a whisper soft as sin,
Kieran O'Hanlon
"Follow me, and I shall lead you to salvation"[/center][/size][/i]
At the End of the World
There is nothing we can hide
Only a void of endless darkness
And regret that is starting to choke me
There is nothing we can hide
Only a void of endless darkness
And regret that is starting to choke me
THE PREFACE TO LEGENDS
[/font][/size][/color]name : Kieran O'Hanlon
nicknames : None he particularly enjoys.
gender : Male
age : 22
job : Contract Negotiator and Foreign Ambassador
origin : Ireland, Italy
affiliation : Cavallone
Smudges of light brand my flesh
Burning, burning, burning
Until I am no more, until the world is no more
Burning, burning, burning
Until I am no more, until the world is no more
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL...
[/font][/size][/color]first impression : Red hair and eye patch.
body build : Lanky, but surprisingly fit.
attire : Always has an eye patch, and likes wearing scarves. Usually wears a headband. Tends to wear loose-fitting clothes and trench coats.
There is something about me you don't know
There always is, because we are eternal strangers
There always is, because we are eternal strangers
THE STRENGTH OF A SPIRIT
[/font][/size][/color]personality :Kieran is typically calm, observative, and level-headed, almost to the point of apathy. He is a very skilled speaker, but he speaks very little about himself and generally prefers listening to others. When he encounters problems, he will try his hardest to avoid direct confrontation by talking his way out of the situation, a habit which has come back to bite him in the backside time and time again. Although Kieran is perfectly capable of showing kindness (most notably in regards to the few people he holds dear) and is in many ways an upstanding gentleman, his almost sociopathic indifference allows him to perform a myriad of heinous acts without feeling a single touch of remorse. For the people close to his heart, he would go the ends of the earth.
He is also prone to rare but violent flashes of passion that will completely break down his emotional barriers.
strengths : Level-headed, and usually has a plan. Very good at thinking on his feet and improvising, which makes him particularly adept at negotiating business deals. Can be uncharacteristically stubborn at times, and will do anything for the few people he holds dear.
weaknesses : Mildly sociopathic. Doesn't get along well with others, and is often hindered by his internal strife and lack of personal identity. Has both major and minor anger issues, present in his bouts of extreme emotion and his inability to work well with others.
Inside this chamber that calls itself my heart
There is a faint dissonance, clear echoes of disparity
There is a faint dissonance, clear echoes of disparity
FROM THE PAST, THE FUTURE EMERGES
[/font][/size][/color]history :Kieran is the cousin of Romario. When he was six years old, his father disappeared and his mother got involved in drugs. Romario, his only living relative, took him under his wing and looked after him for four years, until Kieran’s mother left rehab. Those four years had a huge impact on Kieran’s impressionable mind; Romario taught him trust, optimism, and kindness, morals that stuck with him for a very long time.
After living with his mother for two years, Kieran was very happy with his life. He had lots of friends and his mom was being strong, but still he never forgot about his cousin Romario, who had taught him how to live. It all changed though, when one day, his mother vanished.
For Kieran, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and his finely woven facade crumbled around him. With both his parents gone and no way to contact Romario, he had no one to turn to, nobody to depend on, and his sanity slowly began to corrode. Eventually, he turned to crime in order to survive, using his quick wits to get by. However, life on the streets was not without its dangers, and both Kieran’s inexperience and lack of power led to many unspeakable things, things that changed him forever. He quickly learned trust was not welcome in the world of shadows, and that sentiment would only get him killed.
When the two cousins met for the first time in eight years, it was in a boardroom, negotiating a territorial contract between the Cavallone family and the group that had hired Kieran, who had become a freelance confidential lawyer of sorts. After the meeting, Romario and Kieran had a talk.
Two weeks later, Kieran joined the Cavallone family.
However, it wasn’t until after Romario disappeared (just as Kieran’s mother had, and his father before that) that he truly became invested in family affairs, taking on an official position and becoming Dino’s pseudo right-hand man in order to begin a proper search for his cousin.
When the world disappears from beneath you
How do you continue on?
How do you continue on?
A GREAT POWER, A GREATER BURDEN
[/font][/size][/color]dying will flame : Storm Flames || Rain Flames[/b][/font][/size]
Box Weapon :Lontra di Pioggia
name : Rain Otter
type : Animal Box - Rain Flame
description :
Lontra di Pioggia appears as a small brown sea otter cloaked in Rain Flames. The Tranquility aspect of the flames slows down the molecules within the air, allowing it to float as if it were on water. It enjoys holding hands with others, perhaps because it occasionally floats away without an anchor. It's very curious by nature, but is generally content with sticking around people.
abilities :
Because it has the ability to float, it can serve as a messenger of sorts, delivering messages and small packages. Lontra di Pioggia's flames also have the unique quality of slowing down bodily processes, such as heartrate or brain waves, but they are not powerful enough to do anything more than inhibition. It lacks any offensive abilities.
history :
Kieran was on a job at an auction house, and found himself intrigued by a mysterious pair of boxes that were up for bidding. He ended up purchasing them, but was only able to open the Rain attribute box. The boxes themselves were created by Innocenti, but were altered by an unknown outside source.
Zibetto Tempesta[/b][/font][/size]
name : Storm Civet
type : Animal Box - Storm Flame
description :
Zibetto Tempesta is a civet, a small, nocturnal mammal that closely resembles a mongoose. It has a spotted tan coat and wispy red storm flames coating its scruff and tail. It's very curious and will wander off if given the chance, but will usually return after causing a good bit of mischief. It can be very moody, and will sometimes get snappish at people who bother it.
abilities :
Zibetto Tempesta's soft storm flames have the ability to break down molecular bonds in order to manipulate electrons. It has a very high level of control, but it lacks the power to do any real damage on its own. It is capable of creating electric currents; however they usually only felt as a small static shock. Zibetto Tempesta is also capable of transforming into a pair of red leather bracers. Kieran can wield these when his storm flames surface.
history :
Kieran obtained Zibetto Tempesta's box along with Lontra di Pioggia's. [/blockquote][/size]
weapons and items :
Because he works in the mafia, Kieran usually carries a pair of HK USP45 semi-automatic pistols and a switchblade, but almost never has any use for them. He also wears two B-ranked Rain Rings and a silver band given to him by Romario.
special attacks :
Soothing Ambiance - By using Rain flames so soft that they are nearly invisible, Kieran can incite feelings of calmness, relaxedness, and drowsiness.
Cooldown - With very fine manipulation, Rain flames are used to slow down the target substance at a molecular level, lowering its temperature.
Explosive Rage - During his fits of emotion, Kieran's Storm flames run rampant. They will release themselves from his body sporadically and violently, often resulting in quite a bit of residual damage.
Pacify - Lontra di Pioggia's flames allow Kieran to slow down bodily processes. Although it is not nearly powerful enough to cause harm, it can slow enemies down, and it can be very useful in medical situations.
Intangible Lightning - Using Zibetto Tempesta's bracers, Kieran can control the flow of electrons within anything he touches. If he forms a complete circuit, he can create an invisible electric current through his target. However, this power can only be used on the rare occasions when Kieran is wielding storm flames.
physical stats :
strength : 5
agility : 5
wisdom : 10
flame stats :
purity : 7[/blockquote][/size]
control/ability : 9
strength : 4
A blank canvas, a wash of white
Why have you drawn a sky without clouds?
Why have you drawn a sky without clouds?
A FINAL EULOGY
[/font][/size][/color]extra : Don't expect to get along with Kieran. His morals are skewed, his self-hatred transcends himself, and he doesn't even know who he is.
If an empty sky is a sky without colour
What is an empty heart?
What is an empty heart?
DARKNESS UNVEILED
[/font][/size]face claim:[b]D.Gray-man[/b] - Lavi - [i]Kieran O'Hanlon[/i]
A deed done as someone else
Does not undo the deed
And does not erase the iron staining my lips
Does not undo the deed
And does not erase the iron staining my lips
A PROLOGUE TO ATROCITY
[/font][/size][/color]role play sample :
The frosty air, chilling and biting and cold, blooms with ash-grey smoke, and a deceptively comforting warmth emanates from a small brick building on the hillside. He almost relaxes for a moment, before his gaze falls upon a blaze of terror. Flames leap up in graceful arcs, surrounding the orphanage its own personal ring of hell. It is so intense he can feel it all the way from the foot of the hill, and though the tips of his fingers are numb from the cold, it feels too hot, too unbearably hot to possibly real.
His breath grows short, smoke filling his lungs, but he pushes it into the corner of his mind. Delirious from what he convinces himself was the pollutants in the air (they can’t be here already, there is no way, no no no), he stumbles up the hill. Nothing matters anymore, not his bloodied knee nor his soot-stained face; not even the injured pony trailing behind him can distract his attention away from the nightmare before him.
That night, everything burns to the ground. His orphanage, his friends, and all his childhood memories. All that the merciless fire leaves is the bitter, black ashes that drift away in wake of the wind.
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Adrien woke with a start. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his chest, chilling him even under a mound of warm blankets, and the collar of the shirt seemed to tighten around his neck. Deep breaths turned into panicked gasps as he clawed at the shirt, thrashing to escape the constricting hold. Once it was off, he flung it across the room, struggling to regain his composure. He threw an angry glare in its direction before retracting back into the blanket nest he’d made in the middle of his bed, sluggishly curling up again in the lethargic heat.
He lay still for a few moments, staring blankly at the bright streaks he knew the sun had painted on his wall. Soon the heat became unbearable, and Adrien slipped out from under his covers, wandering unsteadily over to the bathroom. Running a hand through his hair, he felt his way over to the sink and turned on the faucet.
The boy splashed a handful of cold water on his face, then looked up at the mirror in front of him, water still dripping from his chin and the tips of his hair. Tentatively, he reached out, allowing his fingertips to rest gently on the ice-cold surface. A blur of information raced through his head; green, blue, orange, more green, white... His hand retracted as if it has been burned.
A hiss escaped his gritted teeth as he grabbed at his pounding head. His knees gave out from under him, and with a resounding thunk, his head hit the ground. He swore silently as the pain intensified, like someone had shoved a knife through his temples and twisted, and tensed as a hand fell on his shoulder.
“Are you alright?” The voice was soft and worried, but to Adrien not even thunder could’ve been louder.
“Do I look alright?” he growled in reply. “Christ, you’re dumber than I thought you were...” The man, who had knelt down beside him, merely sighed, rubbing comforting circles into the boy’s shoulder.
After a few minutes of bated silence, the pain faded to a delicate throb, and Adrien glanced up at the figure beside him.
“Sorry, Elijah,” he murmured softly. “You’re not dumb, I am.” He flipped over onto his back, staring up at the familiar darkness that shrouded his vision. A hand brushed his temple, as if asking permission, and he granted it, lowering his own and allowing the larger ones to soothe the pain in his head. Slowly, they smoothed out the tense lines creased in his features, massaging deep into the temples and eradicating the sharp pain that had been bothering him.
“You’re not dumb,” Elijah said, fingers working magic on Adrien’s headache. “I think you’re strong, stronger than I was at your age.” The boy sighed, leaning into the touches.
“What if I don’t want to be strong?” he whispered, almost inaudibly. Elijah ruffled his hair, sitting him up against the bathroom cabinets as he continued his work.
“You don’t have to be, not here.” His tone was gentle, almost affectionate, and it left a warm feeling trickling down his throat into his chest. “You can relax. There’s nothing to worry about, since you have me here. I’ll never leave you.” The words were cheesy, but both of them knew they were exactly what Adrien needed to hear.
“What romance novel did you get that line from?” he teased, but the effect was altogether ruined by the soft voice crack that punctuated the middle of his sentence.
“Hey, hey, I have my deep moments,” Elijah chuckled lightly. A warm hand encompassed Adrien’s, pulling him off of the chilly bathroom floor. “Hungry?” The boy blinked drowsily at the question.
“Want oatmeal?”
“Mm...”
“Sugar and cinnamon it is.”
When the world and its virtues have stolen my eyes
Guide me with your light
Use my hands to pave the way
Guide me with your light
Use my hands to pave the way
BEFORE THE DEPARTURE
[/font][/size][/color]I, Wings of Lark, promise to follow all of the rules stated by the admin of this site. I will respect all members. And I understand that all of my actions on this site will have a consequence, whether good or bad.
And when we finally find our promised land
We will turn around and realize
That dreams are not meant to be lived
[/size][/i]We will turn around and realize
That dreams are not meant to be lived
