Name: Kinnison

Age: 17 (Born IS 443)

Star: Chisin

Hometown: Muse

Occupation: Hunter

Weapon: Light Bow/Ranger Bow/Hunter Bow

Runes:
Right Hand: Wind Rune
Left Hand: --
Head: Sealed

Class and MP:
Combat Caster (7 / 4 / 3 / 1)

Character Description:

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Kinnison is a slightly taller than average boy for his age. He has untamed, medium length, brown hair that he has allowed to grow even longer by his temples. He has a pointed chin, a pointed nose and a small mouth. His eyes are brown and they convey the notion that Kinnison is genuinely interested in what he is observing.

Kinnison dresses very neutral shades of browns, blues and tans. He also always wears his red scarf for comfort and warmth. He doesn’t like to dress in anything that is too flashy or noticeable – this wouldn’t fit his personality or his profession. He also wears leather wristbands on his arms, animals skin boots on his feet, and blue leggings.

Biography:
Kinnison was born in the busy city of Muse. His parents were merchants of some success, which allowed Kinnison to grow up in a reasonably comfortable household.

The first fifteen years of Kinnison’s life passed by as if a relatively uneventful dream. He received a decent education from his mother, who taught him to read, write and the basics of math – everything he would need to know if he was to become a merchant like his parents. Kinnison accepted this future that was laid out for him without question.

As a natural progression of his education, Kinnison began to accompany his parents on business trips to nearby villages like Kuskus, Toto and even as far as Greenhill. These trips were the first time he had ever left Muse – a city of stone – and seen the outside world with its forests and grasslands, its rivers and lakes. He was spellbound by this new world he had discovered.

Kinnison immediately began to constantly pester his parents with questions about whether or not a certain plant was edible or poisonous, how to start a fire in the woods, shooting a bow, how to hunt, techniques for tracking and methods of preparing hunted animals. They did not know the answers to many of these questions but Kinnison was able to find out from other merchants, caravan guards and various other travelers he encountered on these business trips.

All in all, the years of his life he spent traveling with and learning from his parents were very beneficial and exciting for the boy. However, at the age of 15, after Kinnison began to try his hand at his own small trading business with help from his experienced parents, he decided that the life of his parents wasn’t for him. His mother and father were not pleased with his decision to abandon his life as a merchant but they were supportive of it.

For the next two years Kinnison lived by his bow. He hunted wild game from the many forests of Muse. Life was simple, carefree and joyful. He found a dog, named Shiro, who became a constant companion and met and learned from other adventurers during this time. He often brought the extra meat from his time spent hunting to the nearby villages to trade for clothing and tools.

At the end of these two years of tranquility, at the age of 17, Kinnison would be forced to make a decision that could drastically change the course of his life. A war threatened to change everything Kinnison loved. Would he fight it or allow it to sweep over him, burning the forests in which he has found peace and killing those he has grown to love?

Personality:
Kinnison is a man of few words. Some would assume this is because of the prolonged amounts of time he has spent alone in the bushes, but it is actually because he was raised to be thoughtful about what he is supposed to say. This was a wise lesson his parents taught him about business which he allowed to spread into the rest of his life. It would be a poor idea to mistake this silence for timidity.

This is not to say that his solitude has not shaped him. Despite growing up in the bustling city of Muse, Kinnison now becomes uncomfortable in such large, busy cities of stone. He much prefers to be surrounded by the forests. He even finds small villages enjoyable. This is because it is not the physical surroundings that he finds this peace but the atmospheres that are created by the moods, feelings and actions of the people he is surrounded by. Although, he does vastly enjoy the sight of a nice big tree and does love the workings of nature.

RP Sample:

“Ungh…”
Kinnison groaned as he felt Shiro pull at his sleeve. It couldn’t be time to wake up already, he as he lay on the grassy ground at the edge of a thicket with his eyes closed. The air was too cold, he couldn’t feel the sun on his face and it just didn’t seemed like there was enough light out. The only reasonable explanation for Shiro trying to wake him up was that the hound had lost his mind. Either that or something dangerous was coming.

Just in case his life hung in the balance, Kinnison decided it would be best to crack his left eyelid open to see what the deal was. It was grey. The sky was hidden behind a layer of miserable looking clouds. Shiro certainly was right about it being morning though and that meant it was time for Kinnison to get a start on his day. It looked like it was raining in the distance and this fact did not help in encouraging Kinnison – especially since the ominous clouds were heading in his direction. A bolt of lightning ripped its way through the sky to the ground and was shortly followed by roaring thunder. With this, Kinnison decided it was best to get up and go.

Ryube is just a half of a day’s journey to the east. If I start now I might be able to make it there for lunch. The innkeeper will probably even let me stay if I give him these three rabbits I caught. Maybe he’ll even let me in on a bit of the stew! That would make for a grand, dry evening.

It wasn’t that Kinnison couldn’t make his own shelter from the rain, or that he wouldn’t enjoy it, it was just that he had had several long days of late. He had made a camp on the edge of a forest near Toto three days ago and was prepared to spend a week there hunting deer. However, out of the blue came an army that marched straight through his camp, scaring off all the animals. They settled themselves down right near where Kinnison had planned on hunting. With that many loud and unruly people around Kinnison would never be able to find a deer. Plus, he would be competing with the soldiers for food scavenged from the forest.

The next two days had been spent traveling south and the third day had been spent hunting and catching the four rabbits that Kinnison now had in his possession. He only had three on this rainy morning because he had cooked one the night before. After such an unfortunate hunting trip, Kinnison was tired and his spirits were wearing thin. All he wanted was to spend a night in a warm building with a full stomach and set out for a new hunting ground the next day - or even the day after that if he really feelt like pampering himself.

With this new plan set in his mind, Kinnison pushed himself to his feet, rubbed his face with his bare, cold hands and let out a sigh, which was quickly followed by a hopeful smile. This should be a good day, he thought with nothing to support this notion but his positive attitude. After stuffing his blanket into his backpack the young man bent over to pick up his bow and quiver, which he slung over his shoulder. The hunter then untied the three rabbits he had hung in the trees and hung them too over his shoulder too. Before leaving he quickly grabbed the leftovers from his previous night’s meal and began snacking on them as he and Shiro sauntered toward Ryube.

The journey to Ryube did not take too long. Kinnison had plenty of motivation from the coming storm that was quickly gaining on him. Despite his hurriedness, the walk was still enjoyable. Kinnison quite liked the sound of the rolling thunder and the smell that the rain brought with it. As he passed by forests he could sense the life that hid within as it reacted excitedly to the coming storm. By the time Kinnison could see Ryube off in the distance, he almost wished that he could continue walking for several more hours.

As he approached nearer, Kinnison began to notice some oddities about the town in the distance. First of all, while Ryube was by no means a focal point in Muse, it was normally a lot busier than it is now and Kinnison failed to see any traffic moving into or out of the small town. Secondly, the walls, buildings and surroundings looked… off. Something was different and wrong.

Kinnison glanced down at Shiro who also looked curious and the two of them quickened their pace toward the village. As they neared Kinnison caught the smell of smoke and fire. It was also becoming easier to see the structures and how they no longer resembled houses and walls. They now were the burnt frames of what used to be homes and businesses – the evidence of broken lives. Kinnison and his canine companion began to run toward the village. A sinking feeling took Kinnison’s now pounding heart.

This post has been edited by Kinnison on Sep 18 2009, 08:45 PM