- Revel "Reve" Kinspeak -
Ring the Bell or Destroy it?- Soulbound-Chain I
My name is Revel Kinspeak.
But everyone calls me Reve or mistakenly 'Rave'.
Candles on my birthday cake- 23
The doctor told me I'm a 'Timid' Female
Am I at the height of fashion? Well... Flowing cottons usually, of all styles and colors...never brown though. Greens and blues are favored as well as gold or twine ropes to tie the fronts together. On rare occasion I can be found in dresses and often keep a deep purple cape at my shoulders set in the front with a green and gold brooch. One of the only pieces of jewelry I own.
Ways of war- A strange power, I posess, the power of life itself. Making anything without a complete consciousness [plants and animals] into my personal toys. Plants grow at outrageous rates and animals obey without so much as a struggle. In other words powers similar to an elemental and for the uneducated I am often seen as unearthly in this nature. With such a power who would not wish to utilize it for Goddess-knows-what reasons?
We all have theme songs. Mine is +++Moonless Stary Night+++
SoulboundReacher
My name is Revel Kinspeak.
But everyone calls me Reve or mistakenly 'Rave'.
Candles on my birthday cake- 23
The doctor told me I'm a 'Timid' Female
Am I at the height of fashion? Well... Flowing cottons usually, of all styles and colors...never brown though. Greens and blues are favored as well as gold or twine ropes to tie the fronts together. On rare occasion I can be found in dresses and often keep a deep purple cape at my shoulders set in the front with a green and gold brooch. One of the only pieces of jewelry I own.
Ways of war- A strange power, I posess, the power of life itself. Making anything without a complete consciousness [plants and animals] into my personal toys. Plants grow at outrageous rates and animals obey without so much as a struggle. In other words powers similar to an elemental and for the uneducated I am often seen as unearthly in this nature. With such a power who would not wish to utilize it for Goddess-knows-what reasons?
We all have theme songs. Mine is +++Moonless Stary Night+++
SoulboundReacher
- Under -
Judge me not by my past... One of the few items I keep on my person is a green brooch given by my father, a jeweler, who often spoke of me as more important than all the jewels in the world... He is the reason I am such a kind soul. My mother, long gone, I knew not why she left or why I was left without her. It seemed a cruel joke and in my youth I was a terror to my father. Plying nasty tricks on neighboring businesses often giving undue grief to my already stretched thin parent. Often I blamed him for her leaving us before I could walk or talk.
I grew up in our house and business, all business conducted on the upper level of our two level home. A mansion in the eyes of local townsfolk. I remember it well, a brick home and a strange color of gray for roof contrasting the deep red of the rest of the home. All in all it was hard to miss as most homes were a drab gray or brown in color. Most considered it the center of town and considering it sat on the northern square of the village it made sense. Psilo, I believe was the name of that first small town I held so close to my heart. I wish I could say the same for mother...
I still do not know where she is, or if she is there, and since my dearest friend Dargon brought me to the light of Azreal, the Green Goddess, my life has turned to a brilliant shining example of kindness. Father was all too happy, he spoke behind my back of the two of us "to be wed any day now". I was a mere youngling at that time, not even worth my weight in iron until I began working with my father, learning his trade at the tender age of ten. Dargon was close by for a long time, a great fried of the Family not just myself and only a year or so older than myself. I wondered if he ever did have intent to wed me? No matter...That can never happen now. He has long since been a wanderer, ever since te great fall in which I gained my companion and so strained our relationship.
I digress.
Dargon held of all places in my heart the dearest...Since the crash or whatever one should call it, he had been distant. Just the same... All others are lost to me. Like the connections to this world are slowly unraveling at a pace I cannot keep plaing them back. I have no needle to fix these broken seams.
That is all past, which brings me to the Family name, an old one, famous jewelers throughout the local regions for work with gold and emeralds. Especially with intricate settings and designs.
This of course caused dissension, you see, making us part of the awkward middle class. The Kinspeaks' were originally from a country with beliefs similar to the pacifist peoples their entire history is lost now since my home was destroyed. Many books and pages and pages of works and commissions showing out history to before the tiny village of Psilo was a conscious thought!
My loyalties lie now in my easily trusting heart with the Goddess Azreal. I question no one, and have nothing but good to say of anyone. Often shunned for being supposedly stuck up, I portray only genuine kindness, pure unadulterated love for my fellow man...
It was that love which bound me to my mate now. I was accused of stealing and to save a child, whose hands were to be severed for the offense, I took the blame. Everyone, quick to judge placed a price on my head. I turned myself in with the aid of a very loyal friend; Dargon, and he stayed by my side until they forced him out for seemingly plotting to break me out of prison. All of it speculation and fear of something they knew nothing of: Love. I was to lose my hands the day the Bell appeared. It was in the abyss of a jail cell [ wrongly accused to boot] where I was saved; bonded to a complete stranger...a mark, not one of Azreal's was on my hand. It was the touch of that mark that freed me from that prison and made me teleport to his side...
I first ran from the connection, returning home and keeping my hand far from anything I loved by wrapping it in old cloth and eventually covering my hand with bandages, using only the other for those few and far between meet and greet occasions.
I found my father killed; murdered by some unknown force. My home was rummaged and ransacked through when I returned to my once prosperous homeland. Simmering and smoldering...I could not tell the dead from the homes they were locked in and burned alive! It was horrific, and in no way was I ready for such a thing...I took several tools of my father's trade which survived the fire. I can work efficiently with my hands a almost any artisan crafting, particularly with metal. Weapons, despite my lacking experience with them, became my income. Tempering and fixing smaller trinkets became my calling and I wonder still what wretched being could lock an entire village into their homes and murder them with such...
Whats the word?
Ferocity?
Evil more like it, and to what ends? What were they looking for? I seek to answer those questions and if possible, avenge my father and fellow townspeople.
Many times I wished my thoughts were privatized again, but to no avail and I learned, in less time than anticipated, with my mind growing accustomed to having another's thoughts within it.
Soon it was a comfort, always having someone to help one in need: Someone who knew your pain on a molecular level...
... But by who I am. A creature of relative solitude, not antisocial but rather reserved and in her on way kind. She finds good use for most if not all things thus they register in her mind as something of a pleasurable presence.
Love them alwaysSweets, all kinds of gourmet food, riding any and all manner of mounts, the reflections in puddles, comfortable shoes, necklaces.
Keep them away Sour things, Pushy people, Water chestnuts, oranges/citrus fruits, toys, anything I thus deem as useless.
Anything else? Um... Once I was a True Follower of Azreal; a goddess of Green and Lush beauty and all things Feminine; essentially meaning previously I studied to be a High Priestess. I still wear the symbols on my flesh and they are often hidden for fear of persecution. Symbols include the Tri-Moon or Snake-like serpent, flying. Serpent is only visible in Moonlight. It covers her thigh and the three moons is in purple ink on my deltoid no more than four inches wide and two inches tall.
Hail the Creator DieKraft Fe-Amon
Hail the Soulbound X_Talon_X
I grew up in our house and business, all business conducted on the upper level of our two level home. A mansion in the eyes of local townsfolk. I remember it well, a brick home and a strange color of gray for roof contrasting the deep red of the rest of the home. All in all it was hard to miss as most homes were a drab gray or brown in color. Most considered it the center of town and considering it sat on the northern square of the village it made sense. Psilo, I believe was the name of that first small town I held so close to my heart. I wish I could say the same for mother...
I still do not know where she is, or if she is there, and since my dearest friend Dargon brought me to the light of Azreal, the Green Goddess, my life has turned to a brilliant shining example of kindness. Father was all too happy, he spoke behind my back of the two of us "to be wed any day now". I was a mere youngling at that time, not even worth my weight in iron until I began working with my father, learning his trade at the tender age of ten. Dargon was close by for a long time, a great fried of the Family not just myself and only a year or so older than myself. I wondered if he ever did have intent to wed me? No matter...That can never happen now. He has long since been a wanderer, ever since te great fall in which I gained my companion and so strained our relationship.
I digress.
Dargon held of all places in my heart the dearest...Since the crash or whatever one should call it, he had been distant. Just the same... All others are lost to me. Like the connections to this world are slowly unraveling at a pace I cannot keep plaing them back. I have no needle to fix these broken seams.
That is all past, which brings me to the Family name, an old one, famous jewelers throughout the local regions for work with gold and emeralds. Especially with intricate settings and designs.
This of course caused dissension, you see, making us part of the awkward middle class. The Kinspeaks' were originally from a country with beliefs similar to the pacifist peoples their entire history is lost now since my home was destroyed. Many books and pages and pages of works and commissions showing out history to before the tiny village of Psilo was a conscious thought!
My loyalties lie now in my easily trusting heart with the Goddess Azreal. I question no one, and have nothing but good to say of anyone. Often shunned for being supposedly stuck up, I portray only genuine kindness, pure unadulterated love for my fellow man...
It was that love which bound me to my mate now. I was accused of stealing and to save a child, whose hands were to be severed for the offense, I took the blame. Everyone, quick to judge placed a price on my head. I turned myself in with the aid of a very loyal friend; Dargon, and he stayed by my side until they forced him out for seemingly plotting to break me out of prison. All of it speculation and fear of something they knew nothing of: Love. I was to lose my hands the day the Bell appeared. It was in the abyss of a jail cell [ wrongly accused to boot] where I was saved; bonded to a complete stranger...a mark, not one of Azreal's was on my hand. It was the touch of that mark that freed me from that prison and made me teleport to his side...
I first ran from the connection, returning home and keeping my hand far from anything I loved by wrapping it in old cloth and eventually covering my hand with bandages, using only the other for those few and far between meet and greet occasions.
I found my father killed; murdered by some unknown force. My home was rummaged and ransacked through when I returned to my once prosperous homeland. Simmering and smoldering...I could not tell the dead from the homes they were locked in and burned alive! It was horrific, and in no way was I ready for such a thing...I took several tools of my father's trade which survived the fire. I can work efficiently with my hands a almost any artisan crafting, particularly with metal. Weapons, despite my lacking experience with them, became my income. Tempering and fixing smaller trinkets became my calling and I wonder still what wretched being could lock an entire village into their homes and murder them with such...
Whats the word?
Ferocity?
Evil more like it, and to what ends? What were they looking for? I seek to answer those questions and if possible, avenge my father and fellow townspeople.
Many times I wished my thoughts were privatized again, but to no avail and I learned, in less time than anticipated, with my mind growing accustomed to having another's thoughts within it.
Soon it was a comfort, always having someone to help one in need: Someone who knew your pain on a molecular level...
... But by who I am. A creature of relative solitude, not antisocial but rather reserved and in her on way kind. She finds good use for most if not all things thus they register in her mind as something of a pleasurable presence.
Love them alwaysSweets, all kinds of gourmet food, riding any and all manner of mounts, the reflections in puddles, comfortable shoes, necklaces.
Keep them away Sour things, Pushy people, Water chestnuts, oranges/citrus fruits, toys, anything I thus deem as useless.
Anything else? Um... Once I was a True Follower of Azreal; a goddess of Green and Lush beauty and all things Feminine; essentially meaning previously I studied to be a High Priestess. I still wear the symbols on my flesh and they are often hidden for fear of persecution. Symbols include the Tri-Moon or Snake-like serpent, flying. Serpent is only visible in Moonlight. It covers her thigh and the three moons is in purple ink on my deltoid no more than four inches wide and two inches tall.
Hail the Creator DieKraft Fe-Amon
Hail the Soulbound X_Talon_X
