KAVIER CRNQIL

[KAVIER CRNQIL]

KAVIER CRNQIL

Troll • Male • 7 Sweeps • Red Team • Grey Asexual • languidKerosene

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we've got something, here the future is clear we exist without fear

i think we're best described as a pyrocumulus i know there's a fire deep inside of us

PHYSIQUE

★ APPEARANCE: It would be best to get used to the 'nothing special' theme now and brace yourself for more and more references to being completely average. But not too many; we don't want to stray too far from the median here. Kavier is pure run-of-the-mill boring. His face is incredibly average with nothing noting him as attractive or otherwise. His hair is a medium length, stretching at their longest of strands, which aren't that much longer than the others, to the base of his neck where it meets his back. His eyes are a dull, unassuming troll black. Yes, they're just as black as everyone else's, but somehow Kav manages to have even more of an average shade, not to be an outlier or anything.

Kavier stands at an unimpressive 5'10'' and weighs about what he should. He has long slender fingers, perfect for plucking the strings of his incredibly normal guitar. It's a bass, by the way, the kind that's really low and quiet and just adds to the noise the band makes, never standing on its own. Kav is, to be honest, a bit slender for his height. He doesn't eat quite as much as he'd like to but he takes food as it comes. One cannot be too picky in his position.

★ COMMON WEAR: A lot of greys and unsaturated colors fill Kav's wardrobe. To call his style drab would be a gross understatement. Kavier dresses in whatever finds him, most of the time. He's not very picky and whatever's clean and near him when he wakes up in the morning is usually his outfit for the rest of the day. He has a surprising amount of dress shirts and jeans. The jeans are not skinny by his choice, but rather they've just shrunken in the wash so much because Kav never really took the time to learn how to run cold and hot washes. To be completely honest, he doesn't actually care all that much.

★ OTHER FEATURES: Kavier does well to keep himself devoid of anything that would mark him as uniquely special. He has a few cooking scars on his wrists and lower forearms but they've faded to the point of being hardly worth mention. His horns do look a bit battered, however.

PERSONAGE

★ POSITIVE:

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Quite the serious young man, Kavier has learned that frivolities and indulgences rarely bring much good in the long run. A smile in the moment does not equate to happiness, or being content. Kavier's obsession with self-discipline is one of the biggest points in his personality and he clings to it like a baby to its mother.

• AU FAIT
With life that is. Kav has been around the block a few times and has learned a lot, becoming a rather wise troll. He isn't particularly intelligent since he never really devoted much of his time to books and actual subject study, but he has common sense and enough intellect to be able to form a sentence in a somewhat acceptable manner.

• SANITARY
Lemme get this straight. He isn't a clean freak. Kavier is just very aware of his own cleanliness and how he appears. He tries pretty hard to keep himself looking clean and orderly, even if only for himself.

• ACQUIESCENT
The strict serious facet is almost purely for himself, whereas when it comes to others, Kavier is rather apt to bend. His concerns don't extend so far as to encompass others; they should be doing that themselves. On rare occasion, assuming the troll in question isn't taking care of their self, Kav will reach out and put a bit of effort into the care of them.

• STOLID
Kav is nothing if he isn't dependable. He's disinclined to emotional outbursts or, well-- emotions. His phlegmatic behavior keeps him impartial most of the time. He's a trustworthy friend and a fantastic leader for his ability to keep a level head in a vast grade of situations.[/ul]
★ NEGATIVE:

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A solitary lifestyle has left Kav disconcertingly alone. He's reclusive and withdrawn all the time, so much so that one could honestly describe him as friendless. Some part of him wants to reach out and touch someone, just to make sure he's really there, but another knows that he'll just end up crushing the space he thought he was grabbing.

• DEMURE
While it could be considered cute, it isn't exactly a good thing. Kavier is so up tight and "Victorian" to the point of being prudish. Cliche as it may be, he doesn't much care for direct social interaction so anything even relatively intimate turns him way off. He's just sensitive, guys.

• FACSIMILE
If Kavier has learned anything from his time on this rock it's that one cannot be too careful when it comes to one's personality. He's been hurt time and time again due to his once susceptible emotions and now keeps them bottled up. He hides behind a mask of jaded resentment for others and pushes others away as often as possible in fear that they may get too close and meet the real him.

• NARCISSISTIC
Silently so, of course. Kavier is down right full of himself.He's conceited and egotistical and thinks incredibly highly of himself for someone so low by social standards. He's a peasant with the mind of a noble. He doesn't boast, to spare himself of a lynching, but he is absolutely convinced that he is one of the best people on the planet for any job.

• GREY
All in all, Kav is exceptionally unexceptional. His persona is cliche and overdone and his appearance nothing that deserves a second glance. He's absolutely average. If anything really struck you about him you should read it again, because it shouldn't have.[/ul]
★ LIKES:

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Kavier isn't particularly good or bad at anything. He doesn't have all that much to distract him from resting so he tends to do just that. Nothing. The concept of nothing is actually slowly becoming something Kav can really embrace.

• MUSIC
Most of it. He has a few things he doesn't particularly care for, but those are far and few between. He tends to listen to different shades of rock music, usually with some sort of techno influence.

• SOAP OPERAS
He loves the crap. He can stay up far into the morning watching reruns of old crappy soaps. He's actually memorized the dialogue to a few episodes and watched so much he had to actually start watching foreign shows to keep him on his toes. Some people call it an obsession (a creepy one at that). He calls it a pass-time.

• RAIN
Not like most people do. Most people like rain from afar. Not Kavier. He shares a bond with the leaking sky. Their allies in a world where everyone seems to like you when you aren't around and you aren't making them feel uncomfortable. Everyone's a mutant's friend until they have to choose between them and what they know is right in troll society. The same with rain. Everyone loves rain until it's their and they have to choose between running through it and splashing in the puddles, or turning up their umbrella.[/ul]
★ DISLIKES:

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When people come into his hive and move stuff around. Kav always has everything, he isn't using, in its right place, so when shit gets moved around Kav just gets confused. And Kav doesn't like to be confused.

• CONSIDERATION
Kav is fully aware that he is a mutant blood. He is fully aware of all the torment that it's caused him. He knows that the torture and permeating loneliness will not cease for a second. He knows that even between friends the topic will still be hanging in the air; the elephant in the room. He is fully aware that you feel for him and that you understand. And he couldn't care less.

• EXTERNALLY IMPOSED SELF-IMPORTANCE
When others think that they are superior, for whatever reason, and then feel the need to let everyone know about it. People who are convinced that they are the best fit for the job. You could be the best fucking mechanic in the world, but if you keep telling everyone, you seem like the worst.[/ul]
★ IDIOSYNCRASIES:

• GIVING UP
  He tends to give in halfway through things. He's tried to accomplish plenty, learn things, but most of the time just lets it go, rationalizing that he just doesn't have the time. More often than not, he'll cut all ties with whatever or whoever was directly involved with whatever it is he's given up.
  
  
• DRIFTING OFF
  Into space. He's not the most attentive of folks and will often find himself staring off into the distance, usually not thinking about anything in particular.

★ FEAR:

• GETTING HURT
  Doesn't everyone? Well, he does especially. So much so that it's relevant to write it down here. Once upon a time Kav was open and kind but suffered his fair share of heart breaks. He can't stand the thought of letting someone get close just to do that again, so he just doesn't let the first part happen.
  
  
• BRIGHT LIGHTS
  It's a long story, but Kavier will freeze up if he's caught in a bright light and possibly start screaming or some akin shit.

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INVENTORY

★ STRIFE SPECIBUS
Being as low on the spectrum, and as indifferent to it, as Kav is, has few perks. One of the many downsides is the constant need to protect oneself. Kav started out using commonplace items as weapons and not really specializing in anything. He'd use anything from a wooden crate, hoisted over his head and dropped down all brute like, to a mounted spinning saw blade; no explanation necessary there. After a while of staying the same and everyone else getting mysteriously better with their weapons of choice, Kav decided to start specializing. Now he uses a bass guitar, as it's the only item he keeps with him as a mainstay, to bash in his enemies heads. He's since upgraded it to the point of near indestructibility, but otherwise it's just a regular Azure Ric' 4001

★ FETCH MODUS
The ever reliable R&R Modus. Sweet, sweet rest and relaxation. This modus isn't exactly complicated. The system sets up each inserted item on a human clock. The more rest, the easier it is to get up. Each item requires eight to nine hours of "sleep" before they can be removed from the deck. However, once a card is removed it cannot be put back into the deck for another fifteen to sixteen hours, depending on how much sleep it got so as to equate to twenty-four hours in total. Currently, Kavier has the deck set to the "30 more seconds, Mom" setting. Meaning that every time he can take out an item he has to wait 30 seconds before he can actually take the item out of his deck. He usually gives them 45. This isn't that much of a pain at the moment but will surely come back to bite him later on.

BACK STORY

★ GUARDIAN / ANCESTOR:

Kav doesn't know much about his ancestor but he was known as The Derelict, no doubt named by a begrudging enemy. A physically disfigured man who's life was tormented by the constant dodging of the bucket drones who never found a filled pail outside his home. Legend has it the man was most wanted for shepherding many trolls who could not fill a pail by the time the drones came to the safety of a fabled underground city.

★ HISTORY:

It's pronounced like coffee-air spoken quickly and with the accent on the middle section. coFFEEair. And his last name is simple; tsernCHILL, the tsern is spoken like cern in concern with a quick 't' leading into the 's' sound. Chill is just the English way of speaking the word 'chill' and is where the emphasis lies.

Kavier owes his life two times over to his Lusus. The Shark Lusus, or Sharkdad, was always a good friend to Kav as it raised him from a grub. Kav was close to being left out in the cold when the Lusii came out to decide on a larva to foster. Sharkdad took pity on the poor, underdeveloped grub and took it home to care for it up in a hidden ocean at the heart of a massive northern mountain. Kav has always felt blessed for, not only his Lusus' kindness, but also the wonderful solitude a snow covered mountain hiding a massive sea brought.

Everything was going swell until people found out. Kavier was out hunting one morning when they spotted him. A wayward olive blood caught a glimpse of Kav injured, candy red blood dripping from his wound, and sent word to the highblood government or whatever it is that there was a mutant blood living in solitude out in the northern woods, cheating their system. Making a fool of the highbloods. They acted quickly and found Kav's hive. Kavier was sleeping but his Sharkdad defended him, sacrificing his own life to save Kav.

Kav was now without a Lusus and he had Trollian society after him. He found his home no longer safe and wanted posters began to appear around big cities with small bounties marking the bottom. Kavier's bounty aged with him and soon he was forced to go into cities only at night, and even then he was stuck to the shadows. His solitude was much appreciated, but at this point it had simply become an annoyance. After a few sweeps of operating solo with almost zero contact with other beings, Kavier came across a small technological device, capable of transmitting messages to other trolls via a messenger known as Trollian. He tried it out, a first searching for randoms and slowly forming a circle of people he felt he could safely speak to.

THIS CHARACTER HAS BEEN CREATED BY stockholm.
TEMPLATE CREATED BY chariza of ote

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PRINCE OF LIGHT DERSE DREAMER KAVIER CRNQIL

I believe I can see your planet now. Yes. You are in the

LAND OF SPIRES AND TOXICITY.

Fair warning. Nothing here is safe. Be it the thick hazy green air, the earth smitten by mysterious craters, the goddamn oceans of toxic waste. Nothing is here to help you and everything is out to get you. Well, except maybe not your consorts. Although the skin of these LIZARDS will first appear a dull dark green, due to the radiant light emanating from the thin, deep rivers of nuclear fluids, after close examination you will come to see that they are actually a deep and rich purple. These lizards may very well prove your only ally in this wasteland. Worst of all enemies would be your consort. CETUS is a fierce denizen, one who will prove an unfathomable threat to your quest. Cetus sleeps, awaiting a great warrior to come and prove themselves worthy of besting her. She will not lay down and die but would much rather be whisked away by the hand of a powerful foe. Until then she rests, eking a mysterious substance similar to miasma that seems to be the root cause of your lands poison. Seek her out and slay her to save all of your land and its people.

But that will all come in time, Prince. For now, you're going back. You'll know nothing of your quest, of your land, of your very title. You'll be an average 7 Sweep old boy. But not for much longer.

WELCOME TO THE SGRUB BETA!

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