Kiger Reign
Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:29 am
Player Name: Beth
Name: Kiger Reign
Age: 23
Race: Human
Height: 5’6’’
Weight: 145
Physical Description: Blond hair falling a few inches past his shoulders, most often tied back in a tail. Soft green eyes, with a small scar the length of his eyebrow above the right eye. Tends to wear a gold stub earring in his right ear. His clothes often change, from worn down casual shirts, to expensive silken attire, and to more fighter garments made to help lessen the damage from unwanted blows. What he wears simply depends on what part he would play. He has no real preference, except he doesn’t care for the clothes that have frills or uncomfortable due to trying to look important.
Possessions: Kiger is a pack rat. His house is filled with pointless items as well as some nicer things. Paintings, carved figures, musical instruments, sheets of music, dolls, jewelry, weapons, little plants in vases, a saddle, hats, glasses, sketchbooks. Books of all sorts, biography’s, history, science, poems. Different types of wood, any time he see’s wood types he has not used Kiger is quick to buy or appropriate as much as reasonably possible. Most of these items are in a small side room in a very haphazard arrangement. Most of his items are just meant to be seen and not used, including the majority of the weapons. They are just all parts of a collection.
Pets: Chestnut Gelding; Bearded Dragon
The horse has no special bloodlines but it is well trained, very calm and laid back.
Commands it recognizes: Come, down, stand, stay, not yours, no, jump, go away, plus all the basic riding commands.
Weapons often on hand: A small pouch of 4 throwing stars. A set of 3 black throwing knives.
Often used items: Lock pick kit; wood carving tools; flute
Money: Approximately 200 Bishan
Powers or Strengths: He has decent wood carving skills, enjoys creating little figures especially of his pets. Also capable of playing a flute to a multitude of tunes he has learned.
He has a sharp memory. Kiger is quite adept at picking locks.
His favorite strength is the ability to act. Lying with words, tone, body movement, even just the flickers of his eye, it is all just a game.
Excelling aim with throwing weapons such as daggers, knives, throwing stars.
Weaknesses: He has never fired an arrow, shot a bow, or learned how to use a sword. If the need arose he would try to fight in combat, but with no training his chances of winning are slim.
History:
“Me? I dunno, I’d say I’ve lived a rather boring life. You know; sweet kid till I turned 8, little terror till 12, defiant teenager at 13, and arrogant young adult at 18 or so.” Kiger smiled, shrugged apologetically. “There isn’t much more to say. I had a mom and dad to love, an older brother to despise. Mom taught me the flute, dad taught me carving. I live a mediocre life now doing nothing interesting in particular.”
“What do you do for a job?”
“Job?” Kiger reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small wooden figure, no more than 2’’ long and an 1’’ high. On close inspection it was some small type of lizard you might find in the surrounding environment. One meant to survive the unforgiving weather and limited supplies of food; Kiger had always liked those that were made to survive. “I sell things like this.”
“You can’t possibly make enough money off of those to afford to live.”
“Oh no?” he smiled politely and tucked the figure away; it was his showpiece he kept on him. “I make some larger than this of course, as well as smaller. Think what you want friend, generally I make between 90 to 160 Bishan a month. Oh, also my parents helped me get my house with some of their savings. You know, youngest kid needs some extra cash…they ran to help.”
“Lucky you. Find yourself a real job before all your money runs out. You seem a nice enough man, but you’re still living the naïve life of a child.” With this the stranger walked off.
A nice man. Yup, that’s what most people considered him to be. Kiger leaned back in his chair smiling to himself. Make enough to support his life selling figures? Yea right. The real answer of course would have been breaking into people’s houses, taking what he likes, and then leaving. It just so happened, his chosen job career made plenty of money. Of course his parents had given him money, but he took more than they gave. Kiger stood up and left the bar, tossing a couple bishan’s on the table as he went. The only pain he had that could ever bother him came from the sad day his parents died. They had found out the profession he had made for himself. So he had gone snake hunting for a couple of days. One night his parents went to bed, and never woke up, each with multiple snake bites. Kiger had gone back the next morning, taking all their money and a few possessions he liked and left. He’d been 21 at the time of his parent’s death.
The last presents his parents had give him stood quietly outside waiting for him. A small gelding, about 15 ½ hands. It was nothing special to look at, chestnut with one white stocking. For its lack of looks or breeding, he had found it to be exceedingly smart. The horse was about 13 now and one of his two best friends. His other friend was the present his brother had give him…the only thing his brother had ever given him. In the saddle bag was a young bearded dragon, now 3yrs old. It’s not that he was an animal lover, more like he had no attachment to any people.
His brother. He had given him a few tips on how to throw daggers, explained parent psychology, and taught him to pretend to be sick. He had also taught him how to survive getting beat up, how to ignore goading, and how to grow cold to those painful insults. His brother had made him want to learn something to master on his own, something no one in the family knew how to do. He bought lock’s, learned how to pick a variety of them. He was thrilled the day he decided to test it out on a real house. He’d been pretty pathetic at the time. He could look back and laugh at himself now. He had broken into the house at night, taken a few steps inside then turned and ran out of the house scared of getting caught. His hands had shaken as he closed the door, and spent several days waiting for someone to say they knew what he had done.
Yes, the past was filled with pleasure in pain. He imagined in the end he wouldn’t change a single memory. Even the painful ones had taught him helpful lessons. The confidence he now felt in all his abilities were worth twice the suffering he’d been through. In reality, the worse that happened had always been his own creation.
Name: Kiger Reign
Age: 23
Race: Human
Height: 5’6’’
Weight: 145
Physical Description: Blond hair falling a few inches past his shoulders, most often tied back in a tail. Soft green eyes, with a small scar the length of his eyebrow above the right eye. Tends to wear a gold stub earring in his right ear. His clothes often change, from worn down casual shirts, to expensive silken attire, and to more fighter garments made to help lessen the damage from unwanted blows. What he wears simply depends on what part he would play. He has no real preference, except he doesn’t care for the clothes that have frills or uncomfortable due to trying to look important.
Possessions: Kiger is a pack rat. His house is filled with pointless items as well as some nicer things. Paintings, carved figures, musical instruments, sheets of music, dolls, jewelry, weapons, little plants in vases, a saddle, hats, glasses, sketchbooks. Books of all sorts, biography’s, history, science, poems. Different types of wood, any time he see’s wood types he has not used Kiger is quick to buy or appropriate as much as reasonably possible. Most of these items are in a small side room in a very haphazard arrangement. Most of his items are just meant to be seen and not used, including the majority of the weapons. They are just all parts of a collection.
Pets: Chestnut Gelding; Bearded Dragon
The horse has no special bloodlines but it is well trained, very calm and laid back.
Commands it recognizes: Come, down, stand, stay, not yours, no, jump, go away, plus all the basic riding commands.
Weapons often on hand: A small pouch of 4 throwing stars. A set of 3 black throwing knives.
Often used items: Lock pick kit; wood carving tools; flute
Money: Approximately 200 Bishan
Powers or Strengths: He has decent wood carving skills, enjoys creating little figures especially of his pets. Also capable of playing a flute to a multitude of tunes he has learned.
He has a sharp memory. Kiger is quite adept at picking locks.
His favorite strength is the ability to act. Lying with words, tone, body movement, even just the flickers of his eye, it is all just a game.
Excelling aim with throwing weapons such as daggers, knives, throwing stars.
Weaknesses: He has never fired an arrow, shot a bow, or learned how to use a sword. If the need arose he would try to fight in combat, but with no training his chances of winning are slim.
History:
“Me? I dunno, I’d say I’ve lived a rather boring life. You know; sweet kid till I turned 8, little terror till 12, defiant teenager at 13, and arrogant young adult at 18 or so.” Kiger smiled, shrugged apologetically. “There isn’t much more to say. I had a mom and dad to love, an older brother to despise. Mom taught me the flute, dad taught me carving. I live a mediocre life now doing nothing interesting in particular.”
“What do you do for a job?”
“Job?” Kiger reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small wooden figure, no more than 2’’ long and an 1’’ high. On close inspection it was some small type of lizard you might find in the surrounding environment. One meant to survive the unforgiving weather and limited supplies of food; Kiger had always liked those that were made to survive. “I sell things like this.”
“You can’t possibly make enough money off of those to afford to live.”
“Oh no?” he smiled politely and tucked the figure away; it was his showpiece he kept on him. “I make some larger than this of course, as well as smaller. Think what you want friend, generally I make between 90 to 160 Bishan a month. Oh, also my parents helped me get my house with some of their savings. You know, youngest kid needs some extra cash…they ran to help.”
“Lucky you. Find yourself a real job before all your money runs out. You seem a nice enough man, but you’re still living the naïve life of a child.” With this the stranger walked off.
A nice man. Yup, that’s what most people considered him to be. Kiger leaned back in his chair smiling to himself. Make enough to support his life selling figures? Yea right. The real answer of course would have been breaking into people’s houses, taking what he likes, and then leaving. It just so happened, his chosen job career made plenty of money. Of course his parents had given him money, but he took more than they gave. Kiger stood up and left the bar, tossing a couple bishan’s on the table as he went. The only pain he had that could ever bother him came from the sad day his parents died. They had found out the profession he had made for himself. So he had gone snake hunting for a couple of days. One night his parents went to bed, and never woke up, each with multiple snake bites. Kiger had gone back the next morning, taking all their money and a few possessions he liked and left. He’d been 21 at the time of his parent’s death.
The last presents his parents had give him stood quietly outside waiting for him. A small gelding, about 15 ½ hands. It was nothing special to look at, chestnut with one white stocking. For its lack of looks or breeding, he had found it to be exceedingly smart. The horse was about 13 now and one of his two best friends. His other friend was the present his brother had give him…the only thing his brother had ever given him. In the saddle bag was a young bearded dragon, now 3yrs old. It’s not that he was an animal lover, more like he had no attachment to any people.
His brother. He had given him a few tips on how to throw daggers, explained parent psychology, and taught him to pretend to be sick. He had also taught him how to survive getting beat up, how to ignore goading, and how to grow cold to those painful insults. His brother had made him want to learn something to master on his own, something no one in the family knew how to do. He bought lock’s, learned how to pick a variety of them. He was thrilled the day he decided to test it out on a real house. He’d been pretty pathetic at the time. He could look back and laugh at himself now. He had broken into the house at night, taken a few steps inside then turned and ran out of the house scared of getting caught. His hands had shaken as he closed the door, and spent several days waiting for someone to say they knew what he had done.
Yes, the past was filled with pleasure in pain. He imagined in the end he wouldn’t change a single memory. Even the painful ones had taught him helpful lessons. The confidence he now felt in all his abilities were worth twice the suffering he’d been through. In reality, the worse that happened had always been his own creation.