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Name: Kaleon
Age: 27
Weapon:This short sword has a blade whose form suggests a pine tree. The guard resembles a mouth, the blade extending from it like a tongue. The grip resembles a spinal colum, and the pommel is obsidion. Named Mirage

Description: This aristocratic gentleman has wide eyes the color of bland green beyrl. His luxurious, wavy, short burgandy hair is worn in a style that reminds you of an overused mop, However it is parted by a widows peak, uncovering his face. A long thin chin beard hangs six inches touching his bare chest, its held together by gold rings. His left ear has three small peiercings, his right has one big ruby pearcing. His bottom lip is pearced with two metal fangs pointing down each at least a half inch long. He wears no tattos save for the one covering his back, it is of a unique tribal ritual symbol. In the tatto you can make out one eye in red. His body is also covered in scraps and scars, but not too many that he is deformed. He is tall and has a graceful build. His skin is tan. He wears only pants, oatmeal linen pants. And Mirage strapped to his back. His body appears to be hairless completely. He wears rough cotton knuckle guards, that are constantly stained with blood. He has a mental illness called "Scarlet Confusion" its where the color red effects you in a sort of ecstatic way mixed with adrenalin, an addiction of the color.
Mannerisms or gestures: Licking of the inside of mouth, fidgeting with ruby piercing.
Strongest personality Trait: Honest
Weakest personality trait: Disloyal
favorite sayings: "Even a man who has nothing can still offer his life"
Favorite foods: Lobster
Favorite colors: .....Need I put it down? RED
Education: Uneducated, worldly wise.
Religion: The Crimson King
Financial situation: Broke as sh**
Valued possessions: His life
Handle conflict: Easy, no force is unnecessary if its provoked
Prejudices: Unable to hate, life is to good.
Feel about love: You mean sex?
about crime: You mean fun?
place of Birth: Unknown
Theme song: Bartholomew by The Silent Comedy.
Back story: Kelaon has no goal in life other then to live, he remembers very little up until the age of ten. Where he found himself being raised by mountain warrior monks. He slaughtered them because the voice in his head told him to. Later Kelaon came to realize the voice was that of the Crimson King, whom the monks worshiped. He now wonders aimlessly looking for the basics to survive.