Kale

[Kale]

Kale "The Chained" Race: Human Birthday: Summer, 483 A.V Age: 28 Gender: Male Character Concept Kale believes that the world is a harsh and unforgiving place. Kale lives for battle and enjoys a good fight more than anything else. At times he can be irrational. Other times he has been known to be bloodthirsty or even lethargic. He views weakness as something similar to a disease. He believes that the strong rule the weak, and power is the only reward worth having. This merciless fighter views cruelty as a nessisary tool. Kale believes strongly in structured command systems but that a tyrant's mercilessness is nessissary for keeping such order. Rulers' orders are to be followed, disobeyers being persecuted or killed. He also believes that slavery is an evil to be tolerated. Kale will allow an opponent to cease his battle if he has proven himself a worthy adversary and is unable to continue the fight. However if the opponent refuses to cease the fighting immediately he will not hesistate to kill the person on the spot. In the time following Kale's transformation, his perception has altered somewhat when it comes to things regarding his new body. When the hunger for the raw flesh of other sentient creatures first struck Kale, he was stricken with disgust yet he was unable to resist the urges. Since those first cravings he has come to view things differently. He no longer believes that such things are wrong. While he does not get the same over powering hunger for everything that is a part of sentient creatures he has come to crave it much as one would crave a good steak. As a result of his ability to do things that other sentient creatures cannot, Kale has come to believe that the undead are superior to living creatures, as a direct consequence also believing his-self as part of that superior race. He does not view himself as evil. After all, is it evil that human's hunt down and kill lesser animals for sustenance? No, it simply makes them predators. That is what he views himself as. A predator. Character History Kale's earliest memories were those of a jostling wagon. He was not quite sure if anything he thought of memories before that were real or simply fabrications of his mind. The next things he remembered were the sounds of a hammer striking metal. Even upon reflection later in life, Kale sometimes wondered exactly why his father had chosen to travel around plying his wares as opposed to simply finding work in a city and staying there. Despite these humble beginnings, Kale was happy as a child. Sure he wondered what had happened to his mother. His father would never tell him about that. Valten loved his small son though and showed it often. He was a man that was not ashamed to show affection for his offspring. Kale was a care free child. The worst that ever happened to the young boy was a scrape or a cut due to tripping. His father would not scold him. Valten would simply tend to the child's wound and wipe his tears away. A few boisterous words would send the brave child on his way again. Sometimes the father and the son would see others on their travels. Mostly those they met were going the other way and it was simply an awkward affair as the two groups closed in from opposite directions and then passed by each other. Sometimes on rare occasions they would join a caravan heading in the same direction and Kale would get to interact with other children. He loved it when that happened. He loved his father but he loved to play with the others. By the time Kale had made it to the age of five summers the father and son duo made their way into the city of anarchists. It was not easy for Valten to find work in the city of mercenaries and assortment of all other nefarious professions. This was the city of scum. It was the city in which the mizaharian people had thrown their trash. It was not a safe place for a child to go wandering around alone. This city of cut throats would not have been easy on any child. For one that was as spoiled and well cared for as Kale it would have proven to be his death. He would die on those streets or suffer something far worse than death. For the first time in his life Kale did not like playing with other children his age. All they ever did was make fun of him or try to hurt him. When the time came for the two of them to leave the next spring they did not move on. During the long months of the winter Valten had met a woman and began courting her. Who would have guessed that he would meet such a nice and outstanding woman in such a place? Kale did not like her. She took his father away from him. She also had an odd look in her eye when she looked at him. As a child he did not know what the look meant. He just knew that something about the woman was not right. He voiced such opinions to his father but Valten dismissed such things. His son was just jealous because someone else was intruding on their lives. The man honestly thought that eventually Kale would grow to love this woman as a mother. That summer his father married Victoria. Yet even with all of those months passing by Kale did not warm up to the woman. Whether it was indeed Kale just being stubborn or child's intuition, the young boy never warmed up to his father's bride. Being sure to hide such things from the boy's father, Victoria held a secret hatred for the boy. It was an irrational hatred spawned simply by the fact that she did not like competition. She believed that Valten's heart belonged to her and only her. If he wanted a son then they should have one together. Kale was inferior to what their child would be like. She kept such insanity veiled when Kale's father was near. Over the next two years Victoria gradually revealed her hatred to Kale but never while his father was present. It was small at first. Little things like raising her voice when he would do something that annoyed her in the slightest way. Gradually that simple volume increase migrated to more violent things. Soon after Kale's seventh spring she hit him in anger for the first time. He did not even remember what he had done wrong. He had simply been standing in their small room and she had suddenly look at him with such fury that he had flinched from her. That single reflexive action caused her to go over the edge and back hand the boy. The blow caused his eye to blacken afterwards. He had told his father when he had gotten home but Valten scolded him for fighting with the other children and blaming it on Victoria. For the next year things steadily became worse. Kale began to wish that he was an adult. With the strength an adult had he would make her stop hurting him. Yet no matter how much he prayed, no one saved him from the pain. Still the child did not give up on his praying. He did not name any specific god or goddess. He was praying to whoever would listen. He just wanted the power to make his father see what was really going on. He wanted the power to stop his step mother from hurting him anymore. She was always careful after that first time she hit him. She only hurt him enough that she could explain it off as an injury incurred when playing roughly with his friends. As the summer of his 8th year started he finally made headway. After two years of telling his father how abusive his step mother was his father seemed to believe him. Fate conspired against Kale that day. That night as Valten was on his way home from his armory shot he was cornered in an alley and stabbed to death. The young boy was devastated. After the initial day of crying he just sat through his step mothers beatings. When he continued to not respond she decided he was not worth the trouble of keeping. With them residing in a town of such degenerates it was not difficult to get rid of Kale. In Sunberth, slavery is a very open and popular trade. For a young child that had been taken care of and nurtured like Kale had it was not hard to find a buyer. Roland was a merchant that dabbled in the buying and selling it slaves for blood pit fights. What fewer people knew was that this merchant had a preference for young boys. Every once in a while he would go in search of new meat for his urges. This time he found Kale. By now Kale's shock had worn off. He fought and screamed as he was drug to the heavy set man's bed chambers. His fighting and screaming only proved to make the merchant want the boy even more. His screaming and crying lasted well into the night. For years this continued. Kale was well cared for during that time. He was one of Roland's prized slave boys. He did not like the same one more than a couple of nights in a row. It was weekly intervals in which he normally called upon Kale. As Kale grew older he began to hate the man. Every night that he returned from Roland’s rooms he wished for a way to make the man pay for what he was doing. Still his prayers went unanswered. As he made his way into his early teens he came to realize that no deity wanted him. None of them would save him from his own personal hell. It was that moment that he vowed with all of his heart that he would one day be strong enough so that no man ever had power over him again. He swore this oath to himself. As Kale continued to age Roland began to call on him less and less. It was not noticeable at first but it became obvious when he did not call on Kale for over a fortnight. When he was finally called on it was not Roland that came for him. It was the man he had in charge of his pit fighting slaves. Days ran together for Kale after that. He had no idea what day was which. Every day was just like the one before it. He would wake up as the sun peaked over the horizon. He would eat that morning. It was food meant to keep a body full of nutrients but it tasted horrible. He would train in combat until mid-day. They would take a break and eat a meal then as well. Then he would train until evening where he was fed yet again. Kale took to the training like a mad man. He fully intended to full-fill his vow. This went on for months before Kale participated in his first true life or death fight against another. His opponent was one of his fellow slaves that Roland had owned. The boy, not but a few seasons older then Kale, had not taken to the training like his orphaned fellow had. Kale did not have to try hard to defeat his former comrade. After the life in which kale had lead for so long it was all too easy to banish his feelings and end the other boys life to win the battle. Things went on as they did before he fought. All he did was eat, sleep and train. That was the sum of his life. It was weeks before he was pit against his next opponent. This one proved to be much stronger than the one Kale had previously faced. Somehow the boy was able to defeat him as well. That is how the story went. He would train for weeks and then fight. Somehow he always managed to survive. He grew into a young adult under such conditions. Where most men his age were courting the daughters of others for future wives he was being bathed in battle. When most were learning the ways of pleasing women he was learning ways to vanquish an enemy. As time went on Kale's winning streak continued to grow. In the blood pits there was no turning back. If you lost, you died. It was that simple. With Kale's growing string of victories came reputation and popularity, popularity that Roland was all too willing to exploit. Roland became known as the owner of Kale Thunderfist, the killer child of the pits. Kale began to like his life. He began to believe that he had the power to create his own fate. He decided whether his opponent died quickly or slowly. He decided how long it took. It was almost as sweet a feeling as freedom was. The only thing that Roland loved even more then little boys was miza. He would have sold his own left leg and three fingers if it meant its weight in miza. So when Roland was approached by one of his associates about bedding the famous Kale of the blood pits, Roland was quick to exploit such a thing to make money. Kale was led into the man's chambers and left to await Roland's guest. Roland and his business partner entered the room together. Roland moved over to sit in a corner as the other man moved towards Kale. The young gladiator remembered what happened next as though he were watching a dream. He remembered the rage he felt as such treatment. He remembered taking both of their lives with his bare hands. Everything else was a blur. He did not know exactly how he made it out of Roland’s townhouse but he managed to. As Kale grew up he traveled from place to place. Always Kale was in search of a way to make his-self stronger. He did not care how. Through his never ending quest for power he came to realize he still loved to fight. By the time he had reached over a decade of age he began to realize he would not find what he was looking for. He decided to settle for the thing he loved most in life. He decided to continue fighting others. He did not wish to go back to Sunberth however. He somehow found his way to Alvadas and its coliseum. Gnosis Acquisition For years Kale fought in the coliseum. He surrendered a couple of matches but never did he out right lose to another fighter. Yet the day came when he was defeated. Not only was he defeated but the man used the same style of fighting that Kale had. The crowd had laughed at him as he lay on the ground struggling to gain his feet. He had not even sustained permanent damage. Kale found his fury building again. How could he have lost? Why was he not strong enough to defeat this man? If only he had more power. He would wipe that smile from the man's face. He would punish the crowd for how easily they had turned on him. For years he had been one of their favorites. Now all he could here were taunts and jeers being thrown his way. "I can give you that power", a voice blossomed in his mind. Kale was confused as to what was happening. Had he been imagining the voice or had it been real? He tried but failed to get to his feet again. "If you become my servant I will gift you with the power you seek", the voice came to him again. This time the warrior knew he was not imagining it. He should have asked what the catch was. "How will you do that?" the gladiator asked instead. The voice did not answer immediately. In fact Kale thought the voice had gone away when it finally spoke again. "I will make you one of the undead. I will bind your soul to your body and you will become something more powerful than your mortal body could have ever achieved", the voice spoke the words as calmly as it had spoken since it first intruded upon Kale's mind. The gladiator had been around enough death in his life that undeath did not scare him. Or perhaps it was still ambition that caused his judgment to be clouded. None the less the words that came out of Kale's mouth were, "I accept whatever bargain you offer. I just want to be stronger." He spoke the words from his heart, he felt them ring true throughout every part of his body. "I accept your servitude", he heard the voice speak calmly into his mind. The pain he felt next was the greatest he had ever felt. It was as though his heart was being ripped out. He had no idea what was going on but the pain only grew and grew. Yet through the pain he was not able to lose consciousness. He stayed awake through the whole ordeal. The outside world faded. The pain was so intense that his entire perception was focused on it. After what seemed like hours, the pain began to subside. When it had finally faded Kale tried to get up. That is when he realized that he could see out of his own eyes but he could not move his body. He watched as a coliseum guard came into his view and felt the man's hand touch to his neck. "Hes dead", he heard the guard yell to another. They picked him up and carried out of the arena. He had no idea where they were taking his body. He began to panic as they tossed him into a room used for body storage until they could be gotten rid of. Had the mysterious voice tricked him? Was his soul doomed to reside in this body as it decayed and eventually became nothing? Would he end up nothing more than a ghost wailing in anger for eternity? These thoughts were racing through his mind when he felt his body change. It was an ever so small change. Then another change happened. This time he felt it and knew that something was wrong. Soon he could feel his entire body changing in shape and form. This pain was even greater than the pain he had felt before. His mind could not take such agony. Kale's mine sank into a blank nothingness. The next thing he knew he was blinking his eyes as he realized he was awake. He moved his body and sat up. He could move his body. That was a relief. He looked down at his hand and thought he noticed something odd. The meat on his arms looked thinner than it had been during his fight in the coliseum. That is when another realization hit him. It had been minutes since he had woken up and he had not yet taken a breath. Training & Skill Points Unarmed Combat 44/100 (+3, +4, +5, +2) Flux 34/100 (+1, +1, +1, +1) Short Sword 7/100 (+2) Observation 2/100 (+1, +1) Running 1/100 (+1) Intimidation 1/100 (+1) Lores Playing the Crowd Human Vitals Fighting in a Pair Uses of Sand in Combat Executions by Flux The Training Grounds Sizing up your Foes Proper uses of Flux Languages Common-Fluent Myrian-Basic Vani-Poor Equipment/Possessions 1 Short Sword 2 Vambrace 1 Leather Armor 1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included) 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Ledger 100gm +500 House Cash In -10gm Short Sword -10gm Leather armor -50gm Set of Vambraces +364 Fall, 511 A.V. Seasonal Wages Current Total: 895gm Threads [Flashback] A Solo becomes a Duo (Vexrea Hawke) - Completed [Flashback] Earning a few coin, one caravan at a time [Kale] - Inactive [Flashback] All Hands on Deck! (Kale, Gabrielle, Trident) - Ongoing [Flashback] Trailing Unexplored Tides [Kale] - Ongoing Introductions? How about my fist instead? (Almech) - Completed Glories of the Arena I - Completed Glories of the Arena II - Ongoing Mono no Aware (Kale) - Ongoing [The Withered Rose] Meetings and Greetings. (Kale) - Ongoing [Seasonal Quest] Upon a Star (Open) - Ongoing [The Wolf's Cave] What'd you say?(Open) - Completed Mizahar VS Zaiden (Kale & Nyahna Sasin) - Ongoing [The Akeldama Colosseum] The Snake and the Monster (Bones) - Ongoing