Khyran Oisin

From RPC Library
Revision as of 13:52, 21 December 2015 by Sig (talk | contribs) ((Rumor update))
Jump to navigation Jump to search

"I'm a mind healer. I can restore and remove memories, cure curses, and exorcise posessions. Khyran Oisin. A pleasure." With such a clinical tone, it hardly sounded like a pleasure.

PLEASE NOTE: All art is mine. Please visit my blog if you wish to see more of my work.



KhyHeader.jpg
As winter takes me now, of cold and clammy skin.
A barren, empty womb as I am born again.
It's pulling at my hair, and clawing all within.
The monster in your head won't surface again.
Be still my child, wash away the sin.
~KODA, STAYING



BASIC INFORMATION


PRONUNCIATION: KAI-ruhn OSH-een


NICKNAMES: Khy, Vulture


RACE & CLAN: Hyur Midlander.


GENDER: Male.


AGE: 27.


NAMEDAY: December 2.


HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5 feet, 6 inches. 90 pounds.


ORIENTATION: Romantic Asexual.


OTHER STATISTICS


BIRTHPLACE: Unknown.


RESIDENCE: Unknown.


GENERAL HEATH: He is severely underweight. He either has an eating disorder, or is too poor to eat. He has a sickly constitution. He walks with a limp. His right leg is false- upon inspection, it appears to be ceruleum-powered Magitek.


OCCUPATION: Voidhunter.


AFFILIATION: Loose affiliations with Ebonbrand Technoworks.


PATRON DEITY: He worships the Twelve to an extent, indiscriminately.


REPUTATION: Mixed. Opinions about the nature of this man vary widely, depending on who is asked. Some praise him for his kindness and selflessness. Others report underhanded tactics, ulterior motives, and controversial means of using his rare magical gift. Some would trust Khyran with their life. Others do not trust him at all.





[edit]



Eyes Hair Skin Body Type Voice
Brown. He only has his left eye in-tact. Black. He has a thick mane past his shoulders, often greasy and unwashed. Pale. His complexion is often sallow, nearing jaundiced. Skeletal. He would probably be naturally lean, had he not been starved. Mellow. His face/voice claim is, loosely, Adrien Brody.
Bearing Laterality Scars Tattoos & Piercings Style
Subdued, hunched. Right-handed. A long scar cuts from his brow to lips over his missing eye. He has several linkpearl piercings in his ears. He favors wearing black, white, and red.

I know to live, you must give your life away.

Khyran wouldn't really be called "attractive" by conventional standards. He has an angular, skull-like face: hollow cheeks and deep sockets framed by long, dark hair that has grown past his shoulderblades. His nose remains the most striking feature of his face: too long, jutting, and pointed. He only has one eye, bloodshot and jaundiced. His other is a gouged socket, unsettling and deep. He has thin lips concealing crooked, imperfect teeth. He has a short, trim goatee and a stubble-darkened jaw. His voice can be described as mellow and airy.

He is about 5'6" and nearly corpselike in weight, like he crawled out of his own grave. His skin is sallow and pale. He usually smells as an unwashed man would- with a lingering hint of copper. It is safe to assume he has an eating disorder, or is too poor to eat. More often than not, he stands in a slouch and moves slowly. His joints often pop when he moves. He seems incapable of running very long, as the attempt leaves him breathless to the point of collapse. When he walks, its usually with his head bowed and with a consistent limp. If he carries weapons, they must be expertly concealed, for there is absolutely no sign of such things on his person.

His voice and expression rarely betray many emotions. He tends to avoid eye contact with people, and keeps his head down. It may appear as though he is not paying attention to anything. However, if he's asked a question, or if it is relevant, his observations on people or situations are startlingly accurate. He is known to point things out that others would have barely noticed. He's paying attention, no matter how distant he appears. It may be difficult to slip anything past him.

Early September 2015 Update

Whirr. Clunk. Whirrrr. Clunk. The sounds, hushed, emit from the man's left leg when he walks. When idle, the leg emits a faint purring sound. His clothes often obscure the leg's metallic appearance up to his foot, which is often exposed. It is a sleek, black metal. His other leg, too, is carried strangely. Though it is mostly flesh, those who see the leg without his robes or pants covering it would find that it is augmented with metal plates and cylindrical objects. He walks with a funny little limp on it at most times, and is rarely seen without a sleek wooden walking stick.