Kilian
Monster Hunter of Kaisermont
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Hair: Hazel Eyes: Periwinkle Build: Slimly muscled RBF: Legendary Withdrawn: reserved and a horrible flirt Insecure: undesirable and expendable Devoted: lucky are those close to him Snide: Lifs an idiot-it's reflex at this point Benevolent: helps those deserving of kindness Starting off in a foreign land, Kilian's bloodline worked as hunters for any who had the coin. As time passed the family tree spread far and wide-his own living in a quaint cottage out countryside. Until he turned six. An overwhelming vampire attack left the village area destroyed, claiming his grandmother's life and almost his father's. As soon as they could, his family moved once more. This time finding themselves in a large family home in Lavaelle. It didn't take long for them to settle in and somewhat make a name for themselves. His mother used her culinary skills to assist the family as much as she could and his father made work with his newfound talent for carpentry. One evening, during a routine trip around town, a ruckus arises near the vendor stalls. Kilian finds a spunky ginger-headed boy around his age, seeming to have upset a resident or two with a mischievous act. Kilian quickly jogs over and manages to distract the steaming adults long enough for the boy to make a break for it-taking off himself once they notice the prior's escape. The two had split when they ran off, Kilian never thinking he'd meet the boy again. It was a few days passing, but sure enough, there sat the troublesome redhead beside the water fountain Kilian frequented to read. The carrottop tossed his finished apple core and gave the brunette a proposition. It was another mischievous act, one they would both benefit from, and if it went well they could even consider the other "friend". Kilian contemplated the ordeal a moment, knowing his mother would hang him by his toes more likely than not if she were to catch wind of their plans...but it did sound fun. Begrudgingly he spit into his hand, as the other had, to shake on it. To both's surprise, the plan went without a hitch and they took to sitting on a roof laughing about their victory afterward. It became a rare sight of one to be without the other since. Lif and Kilian. A few years later, Lif ended up having to leave where Kilian couldn't follow this time. He was distraught, and he felt somewhat betrayed-though deep down he knew there was nothing his best friend could have done otherwise. Some years after, his family expanded in gaining a baby girl. He was thrilled to have someone again. She immediately took to adoring her older brother almost as much as he adored her. Packing her to adventure around town until she could walk on her own. His father spent those years trying to get him to take up carpentry, but his passion lay in the stories his grandfather would tell as he polished his pistols late in the evening. He would often look at his sister and wish the world were different. One where he wouldn't need to worry about her being able to grow up and live a happy life. Or often reminisce on old, simpler, times as he watched kids run about the town as he and his best friend had. A world where if things had been different, he still might have him by his side. Now, it's those thoughts that spur him on as he cleans his pistols. |