Keiloran Ec'seilanRole Seeking: Collector Character's name: Keiloran Ec'seilan Age Upon Entering This World (or Age At Death): Unknown. Age Now: Unknown- holds the appearance of a man in his mid to late 20s. Number of Years Spent in This World: 310 Race: Ik'sorth
(The Ik'sorth appear to be very frail. They are tall, lithe, and look almost all the same. Their hair is always white, skin always light shades of blue or violet. Their eyes are pure white and almost seem to glow. They navigate mostly through sound, the pointed upright ears on the sides of their head can detect even the most silent movements. They grow their hair out long, mostly wearing them in braids and tied in all fashions. They have an affinity for gems and wear them whenever possible. )
Appearance: Keiloran stands tall, perhaps 7' 5''. He is a lanky man, with a gray-violet hue to his skin. Within his pure white eyes, small rings where a normal being's iris' would be appear very, very faintly. When angered, excited, or casting his magic his eyes begin to glow, intensity depending on his emotion or energy.
His hair is long, thin, soft and white, most often left hanging freely, reaching almost to his legs. Some pieces of it tend to hang in front of his face, creating an eerie look when matched with his pearly white smirk. Just like his people, he has an affinity for jewels and pretty things. Rings and finger guards decorate his hands, ear cuffs on parts of his long, pointed ears, and a hanging earring from time to time. He frequently wears multiple necklaces, sometimes chokers or silver, highly decorated metal neckguards.
Keiloran always carries an instrument of some sort on him. A guitar, pipe, pan flute. He seems to be able to play anything, his soft, deep voice connects with even the hardest to reach of souls. He has never been known to physically fight, as the power of his music produces incredible effects. At times he seems to be able to create minions through sound, mesmerize his opponent, influence their thoughts or bodies, or create frighteningly strong warriors out of his allies. His music is not all for damage and destruction though. He certainly does play for amusement and light-heartedness...though, more often than not that amusement has something to do with wooing a woman or two.
Personality: Keiloran never seems to get angry. His smooth face almost always carries the same bemused smirk. Even when faced with the wrath of the Donia, Keiloran will simply smile and bow, obeying her command without fright or contempt.
Keiloran's womanizing ways and layed back nature frequently piss off those who work with him, usually causing them to question his competence or intelligence. However, watching him play and sing often quiets any concerns immediately; there is no doubt about it, Keiloran never hesitates to use the magic of his music to get what he wants.
Biography: Keiloran was born on the icy continent of Flerith, on the world of Vareten. His people, the Ik'sorth tribe, were the most admired of all on the planet. They were able to communicate with the Graces-the gods of Vareten- and were often sought out for advice. The three other tribes inhabiting the continent made it their duty to protect the Ik'sorth tribe, each one with its own special defenses.
Keiloran was never one to pay attention when the elders were teaching and preaching. He had always preferred to wander away and play his music. The tribe rather shunned him, his parents were ashamed. As his family was prideful, they simply pretended that he was practicing the family magic instead of playing music. Even when he could be heard plucking guitar strings or blowing into a flute, they would shake their heads and tell others he was meditating, that the noise was an illusion.
The children could often see the magic and feel the effects of the beautiful sounds, but it was not traditional, and therefor shunned by the elders. Slowly, his music even began to draw the attention of the graces, particularly of the holy grace, Shiiren. While the elder sages could hear the voice of the graces, only he could see their faces. Over time, Keiloran began to see more and more of the lovely Lady Shiiren, a holy grace chosen from the Sanc'aru. Her hair was such a lovely pale blue, falling over her soft white shoulders; her eyes reflected all the colors of the northern lights which stretched across the flerith sky. Her form was so enticing to him, her perfect body wrapped in a flowing gossamer dress. Keiloran quickly became infatuated with the grace, playing more and more everyday, developing a song specially for her.
Eventually the elders took notice. They began to see he could communicate with the graces more strongly than they could, and this time admired him for it. He was praised highly, even made into a high sage- the youngest in their history.
After years, he had finally perfected Shiiren's song. On a night where leaders from around the world were gathered on Flerith, Keiloran had been asked to demonstrate his gift. As he fingers moved slowly, plucking and strumming away at an enchanting melody, the crowd began to feel the magic within them. To each person, it felt as if their breath had stopped. The hair raised on the back of each man's neck, their skin prickled and tingled, soon a strange glow began to gather around the group of watchers.
Keiloran's soft, deep voice vibrated in all of them as he sang out,
"Shiiren, my Grace and my light.
For your arms do I live, your smile do I breathe.
Your body divine,
let your spirit be mine,
enchant me, oh mistress of light.
Shiiren, your body divine,
dance away from the sky,
on this night do be mine.
For your breast my heart beats, for your lips do I plead;
Shiiren, divine,
dance away from the sky,
on this night do be mine."
As the words carried on, the crowd watched in awe. The Holy Grace, Lady Shiiren, took form before them. Her beautiful eyes were fixed upon Keiloran. The light about her nearly flooded the area, and Keiloran continued to sing. His words seemed to make her solid, her feet ceased to hover and touched on the ground with the softest crunch of snow. Her thin arms wrapped around Keiloran, her dainty fingers traced over his skin as the sound wound down. While the chords he had last struck continued to resonate, Shiiren's lips met Keiloran's.
The light glowed brightly and blinded all for a moment as Keiloran embraced the grace, his heart pounding. Those who were watching were horrified as the light dimmed and Lady Grace Shiiren fell limp in Keiloran's arms, dying before the eyes of all the mortals watching. Shiiren had expended all of her life force simply coming into being and died as she took her mortal form.
Outraged, the tribe chased Keiloran off of Flerith. When the word had spread, there was nowhere safe on Vareten for the Grace killer. Not even on Sunhir, the lawless, tropical, crescent shaped island. Even the most assumedly wretched of the planet seemed to honor the Graces. For a mortal to take the life of a Grace for his own was blasphemous, even to the demons of Sunhir. Though some did try to protect him, he was inevitably caught and put to death.
Powers: Keiloran's power is all through music, most frequently the power enhances his allies or deteriorates the strength of his enemies. Each of his instruments can produce a certain kind of minion, some of them multiple minions while others a single.
Weapons: All that Keiloran usually carries on his person are sets of metal, claw-like rings. He uses these to tear at a person when forced into physical combat. If he is in a cruel mood, he will usually continue to sing and laugh as he slowly peels off bits of the person's body.
Additional information:
Pre-Anarab
Keiloran had come into the world as Genil was coming about, when the city was still small. None of the citizens entirely knew what to make of him. They would often enjoy his music, but that happiness was usually brief as he would inevitably attempt to woo one of the innocent women into his bed. Men hated him especially, as so often they would find the woman they were courting whisked away by a simple melody. Older women uttered harsh things about him, sometimes calling him a 'heart-eater' for the line of girls he would trap and leave. Nobody could particularly prove what Keiloran was doing, but the general distaste eventually began to drive him further and further away.
The last event which launched Keiloran out of Anarab was a spat with the Elder, Lerex Orus Proudstorme. Words had passed between the two that none had seemed to understand, but the moment the elder had uttered the name 'Shiiren', he had lost the fight. Keiloran entered a rage none had ever seen. Some say the sharp chord he struck from his guitar shattered the very ground beneath them. Keiloran had gone utterly hysterical, laughing between venomous words as his guitar playing became feverous and quick. The air seemed to become thick, his eyes blazed with light while the Elder's vision blurred immensely. Strange beings were reported to have crawled out of the guitar, clinging onto Lerex and hindering his movement, making it impossible to swipe at the musician. The things began to bite and claw at him, digging into his skin, screaming into his ears at a high pitch.
Eventually other elders had arrived and stopped Keiloran from killing Lerex on the spot. The druid had been taken to the healers, bed ridden for weeks. The citizens of Genil used this event to finally , and happily, drive him from their fair city.
It was shortly after this Keiloran had come into contact with two other men outside of Genil, both apparently just as dissatisfied with the current cities. Though he had made the fatal mistake of flirting with the ever-raging Vozla, the two others had deemed his talents useful, even if it was annoying. At least he always seemed to side with whoever was being more powerful at the moment, and if someone couldn't be scared into speaking the truth, Keiloran's music seemed to pull it from their tongues anyhow. Not that it stopped the other two from killing the person anyway...
Enter the Donia
When the Donia had arrived, Keiloran merely watched the blood fly. He put up no fight when she took control. Whether that was his attraction to power or attraction to the female body is highly debated.
To this day, Keiloran keeps up his habits in the city of Anarab. The men who oppose him typically remain quiet. Those who have spoken and tried to rise against him frequently find a quick, untimely death. The bodies of these men are usually found in awkward positions, with bits of flesh blown apart, and more often than not an exploded skull.
Edited by: LeKisu at: 8/14/07 4:35 pm
I'll gladly accept him as a Collector, just include a little blurb about why he decided to band with the other two Collectors and how he feels about the current situation with the Donia and you'll be good to go, Miss Kisu-Kisu. ^_^
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
Re: Keiloran Ec'seilan
Aye, I've sent a message to Broken Memories about it. Fwaah, even if he turns out not to be a good collector, I'mma want to use him as a regular character. >3< The idea of him amuses me~
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Re: Keiloran Ec'seilan
Updated...Gave him something to seem a squidget less nice, too.
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