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 Post subject: Kaneonuskatew, a.k.a. Kane. |
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Name: Kaneonuskatew, a.k.a. Kane.
Age: Unknown
Age Appearance: 17
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Beastmaster
Appearance:
Having been trapped in darkness for so long, Kane's once dark brown hair has turned a silvery white, vibrant green eyes now a bloodred color that frightens most of those that dare to enter his rooms for long enough to see them. His skin, once a healthy tan has become a pale, nearly white color that shows his veins to the world easily. Though he spends most of his days in a crouch, he does not have a bent back, as one might expect from a person locked in a small cage for so many years, though he is very unlikely to actually walk up straight.
Nails that can pierce a mans skin, more like claws then the nails on a human being, can be found on both his fingers as his toes. Frail as he might look, Kane has not let his body waste away completely during his years in captivity and has used the fact that people rarely come to him as an oportunity to keep those muscles he can use, trained. As a result, the muscles in his calves and lower arms are developed more then the rest of him, seeing as he spends most of his time sitting back on his heels and crouched.
He has no clothing, as it has never been given to him and if it had he most likely wouldn't have worn them anyway.
When angered or driven to extreme emotions, Kane, like all beast masters, turns even more savage then he usually is. With eyes that light up much like a fire at night, fangs sharpening and poking out from his mouth and claws extending from his already point and hard fingernails, he is quite the imposing character. The swirls that decorate his body are much like a tattoo, beautiful to behold. It starts at the bottom of his spine, a small cluster of vines that rapidly grow and extend until his entire body is covered in black, swirling and dancing vines.
Personality:
Passionate and determined, Kane would like nothing more then to escape his eternal prison. all of his life he has known nothing other then the darkness he has been kept in and the cages that held him. He has a fascination with all that is outside of the bars and would do anything to be there himself one day. He does not trust anyone and is unlikely to do so in the future.
If someone were to release him from his cage he would most likely attack them and attempt to kill them as he sees anything beyond the bars as an enemy. His behaviour is very bestial, prowling in the back of his cage when someone is present near him, growling and snapping at them if they come to close. Whenever he is with an owner for longer then a week, he looses some of his fright and is often seen pacing in the front if his cage, eyes fixed on something much like a person obsessed. Many have attempted to woe him, or convince him to trust them with nothing but good intentions in mind, but he has refused them all.
History:
A young boy, no older then four, ran through the forest as quick as he could. His mother lay behind him, bleeding from her stomach, eyes open but unseeing. Panting heavily, he reached the stream that marked the edge of her territory. To cross it would mean facing the Beastmaster who lived in the forests next to theirs. And though the man was his sire, his mother made it no secret that love had nothing to do with it. If the man would ever see him, he would most likely kill him.
However, his only other option was to stay on this side of the stream. and that meant a fate far worse then death. Before he could make the choice, however, he was brutally pushed to the ground, a heavy net cast over his slightly tanned body and forcing it to the ground. Struggling with all he had, the boy clawwed at the net, but it was far to thick to be broken by infant claws such as his own. Angry green eyes looked at the man who had captured him, dark brown, purplish hair, once sleek and long like the mane of a horse, but now cut short by the blade that had killed his mother framed an elfin face.
A Beastmaster 'young'. It had been the demand of the rich nobleman and the hunter provided. so when he brought the boy before his new master, he received a healthy wage for his troubles and quite a lot of fame. He had supposedly tamed a Beastmaster. But Kane was all but tamed. They kept him on a chain, a leash, at first. Then he had learned to change, his instinct taking over whenever he felt threatened. The first one was a dog. He had been curcled up in his corner and a serving boy came to feed him.
He had growled. The boy kicked him. Kane shifted into a wolf, dark brown fur bristled as the collar around his neck constricted him and he howled and he had flown at the boy, jaw snapping at the ankle that was within his reach. The guards had knocked him out using a piece of wood and he had felt the lump on the back of his head for days. But it had been the beginning.
Soon the man realised that keeping a Beastmaster, no matter how young, was not something that could be done and especially not in a city mansion. The mice kept eating the food thart was in storage but with such ferocity... It was the Beastmaster and he knew it. Every time he went to that room and looked in, he could see those green eyes glowing at him from the dark confines of stone. The moment one was in town, he had a mage brought to him.
She could provide him with what he needed, though she would need a witch and another mage to help her. But his gold proved to be good enough, for only days later she povided him with a cage. A cage wrought by magic, set in metal and stone, elegantly carved vines circling the four corner bars that were engraved with witchcraft and magic. How it worked, the man did not know. Nor did he want to. His Beastmaster was thrown into the cage and from that moment on the dogs in the mansion behaved just as they should, no longer attacking their handlers. The cats started capturing mice again and the mice left his mansion alone once more.
The Beastmaster had been defeated. And yet, the boy refused to give in. He withheld food, locked him up in that dark room for days without water and still, the moment his cage was rolled back into the common area, the boy would throw himself at the bars of his cage, hissing, spitting and growling, glaring at the man with his too green eyes. so he brought him back into the dark room. Food and water were to be delivered to the boy at regular intervals but no one was to speak to the boy or grant him light. Maybe some time in solitary confinement would do the trick.
But months passed and nothing worked. Once in a blue moon the man would order for his Beastmaster pet to be brought in front of an audience, but the boy refused to behave. The man had special canes made, sticks to poke with and shoot lightning at the boy to give him pain, such pain, that the special markings would appear, spiraling across his arms and legs and chest to mark him as what he was. The boy began to change whenever he was poked with the sticks. The wolf was the first to appear, but when that only brought applause, he shifted back and roared into the shape of a tiger, claws reaching through the bars to grab hold of clothes, feet, hand, anything. Teeth clashing against the metal of his cage he was rolled back into the room of darkness.
The nobleman died. He had a son who took over for him, managing his estates and his many businessess. Several years after his father died, the son looked into the finances of the kitchen and wondered. Where was all of this food send to? So he asked and was brought in front of the boy, now ten years old. His hair had grown white for lack of light, his eyes no longer their former beautiful green, but now a blood red instead. His skin was pale and his frame skeletal as he hunched away from the light that came through the door.
The noblemans son was appaled. He had the cage brought out and tried to approach the cage, but the boy, who only knew pain and misery from the touch of men, changed into a beast and bared his teeth. The once strong and mighty wolf was now no more then a streetdog, his fur matted and white and grey. The red eyes that glared at him were filled with such fear and hatred that the noblemans son had no other choice but to leave him in the cage. He was brought into a room filled with light, though. And windows that could open to the gardens, given food that would allow him to grow and be healthy but he was still locked in the magic cage.
More years passed and though the boy was slowly looking better, growing more flesh on his bones, he still had his white hairs and red eyes. And still, he remained caged. As the boy grew, the cage did not. It was too small for him and so he did not grow anymore. His gaze was forever locked on the gardens beyond his bars, the freedom he could smell, but not feel, see, but not touch. He no longer growled as he was given food, but when approached he still changed into a beast and lashed out.
The nobleman's son went bankrupt. The mansion and all of his possesions were auctioned off, including the slaveboy he had held in one of his rooms. The boy was sold from man to woman to man and on, for none wished to have a pet as dangerous and untrainable as him. some had starved him, some had beaten him, somehad given him lush food and surroundings in hope to woe him, but none had set him free. Wherever he went, so went the cage.
Now, fifteen years from the moment he was put into that dreaded cage, fifteen eyars since he last tasted freedom, yet again, he is on auction.
Occupation/Job: Slave.
Interesting Facts/Quirks: Despite the fact that he does not talk, he is actually capable of speach. He listened a lot to what went on around him.
Hobby/Hobbies: Watching. Preferably watching the world outside.
Like: To be free, the forest, plants, animals, fresh air, light, birdsong.
Dislikes: Darkness, the cage, silence, people, sticks, soup.
Strength: Still being unbroken in spirit.
Weakness/Flaw: He has almost no muscle on him due to his inability to move around. His body is severly malnourished and he has never has his growthspurt.
Anything else to add: The cage represses his Beastmaster powers in a way that it is kept inside of the cage. so if an animal were to enter the cage, he could control it, but the moment it would leave, it would be free again. There is a key, this has always bee sold along with the cage.
Roleplay Sample: See Altair Fenthe'an ab Narkhan.
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My boys: Raven, Andante 'Dante' Ho’elun, Alexander, Kaneonuskatew (a.k.a. Kane) and Altair Fenthe'an ab Narkhan & Darai. |
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