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" We shall defend our home, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender. "
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Name: Aedan 'Kane' Cousland
Aliases: The Warden | God's Wrath | Kane
Age: 20's
Gender: Male
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Clan: None.
Looks| Personality:
"The Warden" or Kane is fair skinned with short dark hair and blue eyes. He also has a tattoo on his face, on the right part that pretty much covers his other details. His attire consists of a steel plated armor with the family symbol on his chest. The inner part of the steel armor consists of a leather-scaled tunic for comfort. He also carries his sword with him and his battles, that provides company is toughest of times.
Aedan is a formidable foe in battle, showing ruthlessness and critical accuracy to read the opponent's strategy. Calm and composed majority of time, he believes the only victory is from the calm of mind. He is also rather myterious given from the fact that people only know him by his name 'Kane' and not Aedan. While his entire family unknown, he is seen to be the only one with pride in the crest he wears on his armour.
Looks| Personality:
"The Warden" or Kane is fair skinned with short dark hair and blue eyes. He also has a tattoo on his face, on the right part that pretty much covers his other details. His attire consists of a steel plated armor with the family symbol on his chest. The inner part of the steel armor consists of a leather-scaled tunic for comfort. He also carries his sword with him and his battles, that provides company is toughest of times.
Aedan is a formidable foe in battle, showing ruthlessness and critical accuracy to read the opponent's strategy. Calm and composed majority of time, he believes the only victory is from the calm of mind. He is also rather myterious given from the fact that people only know him by his name 'Kane' and not Aedan. While his entire family unknown, he is seen to be the only one with pride in the crest he wears on his armour.
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Village of Birth: Kusagakure no Sato
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Village of Alliance: None.
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Ninja Rank: Chuunin
Specialty: None.
Elements: Wind Release
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Prologue:
It was the night of the full moon in the month of Sun's Height.
The sky had been overcast since dawn. The air felt damp and the heat and humidity were stifling. It was only from twilight that the cool winds calmed those of Kusagakure. It must have been raining somewhere west. The breeze moved, bringing waves of coolness. A little while later, dark cloud gathered in the heights, shadowing the hills and mountains. The dark sky was lowering slowly.
After a long while, the rain, dark rain, fell heavily.
Swords of lightning stabbed through the dark treetops as they swayed in the monsoon wind . After the slashes of twisting, turning, dying light, came the sudden burst of thunder. A shout. A shout that activated the devastating force of nature, of Wind and Lightning that majestically demonstrated it's dominance. The land was awake. The land was preparing for another birth.
It was Alh'eim first child. A child born out of the season.
The women of the neighborhood gathered on the courtyard of that small house on the side of the hill. Master Arangar walked up and down through the crowd, his heartbeats refusing to settle down into regularity. The flame of the lantern kept in doorway rose with the wind and then quietened down again. Arangar continued walking up and down, leaving small footmarks on the drizzle wet floor.
It was pregnancy that had come very late. Alh'eim had undertaken such vows and penances for this; she had gone to so many temples. Oh Goodness! Mighty Eight! Keep her away from harm. Separate them into two at the appointed time. The women enjoyed Arangar's anxiety. They whispered to each other and laughed. They had seen so many pregnancies and deliveries. Arangar was a first-timer.
In the room, Lady Kyra, the mid-wife sat with her legs stretched out and chewed betel leaves even as she recited prayers. She sat and massaged her legs in time with rythms and her huge earrings swung from her dangling ears. The wait was unending. When his legs ached from his aching,Arangar retreated to the damn darkness of the northern corner and curled up in cane chair. The women murmured and tittered again.
The sky is pouring down, friends, some said. That is true, someone else nodded. After a long and unusually terrible hot season, after an interval when it had seemed a stranger, Arangar had become the old Arangar again.
Temple of Kynareth:
The children were laughing. It was the time of festival and Kusagakure was decorated beautifully.
The priests looked particularly enthusiastic, explaining the children how important it was. It was a break for the maidens, too, grooming themselves and preparing for the village leader's ceremony in the evening. There was peace.
Inside the temple, about five children were busy chattering about their families and their valuable house collections. Each spoke with pride and spirit to their father's bravery and accomplishments. The youngest one, Sera, had twinkles in her eyes. She spoke with a merry tune, slightly pitchy- amusing quite a lot of people. When they giggled, she would storm away furiously and disappear for hours till her parents had to tell the guards and the searching would go for hours. Thank the Divines, no such thing has happened today! Sera had an elder brother, the second one in the little party, named Siddhant. While Sera may be the brightest, Sid gave his parents a lot to worry about. He was shy and particularly pessimistic about anything other than normal. Quite a contrast.
As for our protagonist, Kane, very little could be said.
The son of Master Arangar, a Greybeard, had never quite known fatherhood. "He left as soon as you arrived into this world" was all they said. There were always questions, fingers and opinions to be dealt by him. The conversation wasn't what he was looking forward to but a noble child never lets his weakness harm his bonds. His fair skin and rough ebony black hair hadn't had the company of his soothing smile.
"He has become a big boy" said Kahn, one of the priests who had overlooked his birth. He has really become big, and so soon.
"Well, well, where is the birthday boooy!?", screamed someone at the door. Lady Kyra had entered and everyone surrounded Kane and carried him to the table where feast was set. Sera quickly picked a spot and sat down, eyeing the food hungrily and letting out a small "ooh". Everyone laughed again and settled.
From far, a hooded figure watched all of this. It was dark outside and the cloak was black,too. Nobody had seen him surprisingly. The ethereal figure visible to only those seeking it. Priest Kahn nodded at the figure and smiled.
The blood of a greybeard and warrior flows in the veins of the timid boy. It is only a matter of time... But let celebrate today, as he has turned to a ripe 16 years of age!
Unknown of anything around, Kane feasted with his friends; laughing and singing to the tunes of happiness of youth at the temple where he was born.
To be continued..
The sky had been overcast since dawn. The air felt damp and the heat and humidity were stifling. It was only from twilight that the cool winds calmed those of Kusagakure. It must have been raining somewhere west. The breeze moved, bringing waves of coolness. A little while later, dark cloud gathered in the heights, shadowing the hills and mountains. The dark sky was lowering slowly.
After a long while, the rain, dark rain, fell heavily.
Swords of lightning stabbed through the dark treetops as they swayed in the monsoon wind . After the slashes of twisting, turning, dying light, came the sudden burst of thunder. A shout. A shout that activated the devastating force of nature, of Wind and Lightning that majestically demonstrated it's dominance. The land was awake. The land was preparing for another birth.
It was Alh'eim first child. A child born out of the season.
The women of the neighborhood gathered on the courtyard of that small house on the side of the hill. Master Arangar walked up and down through the crowd, his heartbeats refusing to settle down into regularity. The flame of the lantern kept in doorway rose with the wind and then quietened down again. Arangar continued walking up and down, leaving small footmarks on the drizzle wet floor.
It was pregnancy that had come very late. Alh'eim had undertaken such vows and penances for this; she had gone to so many temples. Oh Goodness! Mighty Eight! Keep her away from harm. Separate them into two at the appointed time. The women enjoyed Arangar's anxiety. They whispered to each other and laughed. They had seen so many pregnancies and deliveries. Arangar was a first-timer.
In the room, Lady Kyra, the mid-wife sat with her legs stretched out and chewed betel leaves even as she recited prayers. She sat and massaged her legs in time with rythms and her huge earrings swung from her dangling ears. The wait was unending. When his legs ached from his aching,Arangar retreated to the damn darkness of the northern corner and curled up in cane chair. The women murmured and tittered again.
The sky is pouring down, friends, some said. That is true, someone else nodded. After a long and unusually terrible hot season, after an interval when it had seemed a stranger, Arangar had become the old Arangar again.
Temple of Kynareth:
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The priests looked particularly enthusiastic, explaining the children how important it was. It was a break for the maidens, too, grooming themselves and preparing for the village leader's ceremony in the evening. There was peace.
Inside the temple, about five children were busy chattering about their families and their valuable house collections. Each spoke with pride and spirit to their father's bravery and accomplishments. The youngest one, Sera, had twinkles in her eyes. She spoke with a merry tune, slightly pitchy- amusing quite a lot of people. When they giggled, she would storm away furiously and disappear for hours till her parents had to tell the guards and the searching would go for hours. Thank the Divines, no such thing has happened today! Sera had an elder brother, the second one in the little party, named Siddhant. While Sera may be the brightest, Sid gave his parents a lot to worry about. He was shy and particularly pessimistic about anything other than normal. Quite a contrast.
As for our protagonist, Kane, very little could be said.
The son of Master Arangar, a Greybeard, had never quite known fatherhood. "He left as soon as you arrived into this world" was all they said. There were always questions, fingers and opinions to be dealt by him. The conversation wasn't what he was looking forward to but a noble child never lets his weakness harm his bonds. His fair skin and rough ebony black hair hadn't had the company of his soothing smile.
"He has become a big boy" said Kahn, one of the priests who had overlooked his birth. He has really become big, and so soon.
"Well, well, where is the birthday boooy!?", screamed someone at the door. Lady Kyra had entered and everyone surrounded Kane and carried him to the table where feast was set. Sera quickly picked a spot and sat down, eyeing the food hungrily and letting out a small "ooh". Everyone laughed again and settled.
From far, a hooded figure watched all of this. It was dark outside and the cloak was black,too. Nobody had seen him surprisingly. The ethereal figure visible to only those seeking it. Priest Kahn nodded at the figure and smiled.
The blood of a greybeard and warrior flows in the veins of the timid boy. It is only a matter of time... But let celebrate today, as he has turned to a ripe 16 years of age!
Unknown of anything around, Kane feasted with his friends; laughing and singing to the tunes of happiness of youth at the temple where he was born.
To be continued..
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Won: None.
Lost: None.
~Approved~
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