Post by K.R. on Apr 10, 2014 11:22:00 GMT
Kimon Ronso
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APPEARANCE Kimon is about medium height for a Ronso, but is a bit bulkier than others of his species tend to be. Strong lines define Kimon's appearance, with a hard line to his jaw and a determined set to his eyes, as well as a very defined physique. His body is covered in the blue fur that is so typical of the Ronso people, with tufts of accenting red fur on his head, chest, forearms, and shins. Even his voice has a hard edge to it, as he bites and barks his words instead of the low and slow rumble of a typical Ronso. Kimon tends to dress in as little clothing as is comfortable for him, having spent his entire life on the windswept slopes of Mt. Gagazet. When he does dress to accommodate the modesty of others (which is rare), he prefers light clothing that doesn't restrict his movement. Standing Close-up PERSONALITY Kimon, like many Ronso, is taciturn and reserved, speaking with the halting, broken speech expected of his kind. However, his words tend to carry more force behind them, spoken not with the long, slow drawl of his predecessors but with a clipped and forceful manner, barking his words more than growling them. This comes from his irritation with wasted words and his desire to allow actions to speak instead. Of course, both his actions and his words tend to be measured and slow, his perceptions colored by a lifetime of contemplation and study of the martial arts and of his mountain home. He is not not quick to anger, nor quick to show excitement, nor truly quick to show any emotion, really. In some ways, Mt. Gagazet itself is more expressive than Kimon is. He does, however, hold true to the time-honored Ronso concepts of honor and loyalty..... once they are earned, of course. Even once past this gruff exterior, Kimon holds few surprises to those who have been allowed so close. Even amongst the closest of friends, he refuses to mince words or spare feelings. He simply has better things to do with his long life than to waste it unnecessarily sugar-coating something when the truth would do far more to toughen the person up and prepare them for the harsh reality of life. HISTORY Kimon has lived nearly his entire life on the chill face of Mt. Gagazet. Born and raised in a village higher up the slopes of the mountain than most other Ronso choose to live, and well away from the oft-traveled Pilgrimage routes. It was a relatively peaceful upbringing, if decidedly uneventful. Among his village were monks who, though still devout followers of Yevon, practiced a more martial form of worship. Through rigorous discipline of both body and mind, they taught, the true essence of the soul can be discovered. Atonement and harmony with Yevon are the ultimate goal, and can only be achieved through a lifetime of devotion to these principles. Kimon was brought up amongst these monks, and from his early teen years he was taught this philosophy and the skills and traditions inherent to it. For decades, tucked away in isolation with only his clan and the other villagers for company, Kimon grew into his own. Possessed of great strength and determination, Kimon was once told by the village elder that he was destined to be more than simply a villager, although what exactly that was supposed to mean was a mystery to Kimon, and remains so. It wasn't until Kimon was in his mid-forties that a ray of insight pierced the clouded skies of Gagazet. A young Maester of Yevon, freshly initiated into the holy order, was touring the lands when he heard tell of this nearly hidden Ronso village and was intrigued. This maester braved the wind-blown slopes and icy fiends to arrive at the entrance to the village. What was originally only meant to be a short stay turned into a nearly month-long visit, as the Measter found their martial philosophy quite intriguing (he was from the Luca area and had never heard of them before), and the Ronso likewise found the Maester's views interesting. The visit changed Kimon's views more than a little. Where before he had adopted the isolationist, insular views of his predecessors, he now felt more like for the philosophy to be worth anything, it would need to be practiced in the real world as well as the mountain retreat. This caused a bit of a stir, and few Ronso followed him when he left, but leave he did. Kimon is no missionary. He is a warrior searching for his true place in the world. Only time would tell where that would be. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE It was hot in Kilika. Almost unbearably hot. Fitting enough, given that the Kilika Temple’s fayth granted a prospective summoner the aeon Ifrit the firedog. Still, did it really need to be placed in the middle of an already sweltering jungle, far away from even the barest hint of a breeze? Kimon was visibly panting, a most unseemly behavior for the massive blue creature, although otherwise he showed no outward signs of discomfort. The panting was a physical necessity, as loathe as he was to admit it, but that didn’t mean that his mental endurance was flagging. In his home village, he had spent hours meditating in the middle of snow and wind, so separating the physical discomfort from his mental serenity was an easy task. But seriously, did it really need to be this hot? Several trails meandered through the forest, sometimes diving off in random directions, sometimes following what passed for a direct route in a jungle, sometimes coming close to a sluggish river where buzzing, biting insects swarmed annoyingly. One would have thought that in the hundreds of years since summoners began their pilgrimage, someone would have thought to mark out the best route. And clear out that giant walking plant he had had to avoid. The natives had called it King Ochu, but to Kimon is was just another annoyance to be circumvented. He shook his head ruefully. Mercifully, the forest finally parted to show a massive staircase winding up a steep hillside. The ascent to the Kilika Temple was finally at hand. An hour later, just as the sun was beginning to dip below the heat-distorted horizon, Kimon found himself seated on a small landing midway up the massive staircase. It overlooked the jungle below, and beyond it to the sea and the small harbor village of Kilika itself. He faced the setting star with an impassive face, lost in quiet contemplation about where he was, where he had come from, and where he still had yet to go. There were still few answers. ABILITIES Monks are highly proficient in the martial arts. Although they are only able to equip claws and knuckles, they are highly adept at using their bare hands in combat. They also wear soft cotton robes that are easy to maneuver in. Barrage Kick: Sends a barrage of kicks to up to 3 enemies. Does moderate damage depending on the enemy. cooldown: 2 posts. Suplex: The Monk lifts a single enemy and then slams him into the ground. cooldown: 3 posts. Aurabolt: Blasts a single enemy with a bolt of holy energy. cooldown: 4 posts. Mighty Fist: Much like the Warrior's Mighty Strike, the Holy Monk focuses his efforts on vital places on an enemy, causing more damage. cooldown: 3 post. Mantra: The Holy Monk prays to Yevon and then up to three allies can be healed of minor injuries. cooldown: 3 posts. INVENTORY POTION X3 ANTIDOTE X1 SOFT X1 ECHO SCREEN X1 EYE DROPS X1 HOLY WATER X1 |