Kirin

**Kirin**

 * Sanguis Brother**

Kirin's Journal


 * Physical Description** -

[|Kirin's namesake]

Class: Monk

Race: Human

Age: 11

Height/Weight: 4’ 9”, roughly 90 pounds… apparently hasn’t hit that last growth spurt yet. He’s not short. And not small. And he will be the first to tell you.

Hair: Dark charcoal black with a couple barely-noticeable highlights of dark red. His hair is rather short; he just recently earned the right in the Brotherhood to grow it out again.

Eyes: Big light blue to nearly sky blue eyes. Really abuses the puppy-dog eyes whenever he gets the chance

Skin/Marks/Other: Naturally darker skin, very tan look. He stands out in a crowd because of it. As far as distinguishing marks, he bears a brand of a slave to some rich family, from which he escaped. The tattoos are on the topside of his arms, just near the elbow. They look like a large bird, kinda like the thunderbird logo. Kirin doesn’t fully understand yet what they mean, only that they made him a “high class” street urchin when it came to dealing with the other kids. He is also quite built for a 14 year old, and definitely enjoys showing it off. He doesn’t speak the local languages very well, and most of things that he tries to say come out a mix of local common tongue and the occasional gibberish.

Clothes/Armor: Usually wears his vest from the Brotherhood, which is a black vest lined with a light gold trim. His pants are generally loose fitting Martial Arts Gi pants or shorts. He refuses to wear shoes.

Weapons: Kirin’s hands and feet are weapons enough for him. If desperate, he does know how to use a quarterstaff and nunchaku.

Items: Being a street kid and former slave, he’s not one for knickknacks. If he travels, he may bring a backpack with a different set of clothes and some munchies. (of course, no nutritional value whatsoever)


 * Personality -**

Attitude: Very free spirited and happy individual. Loves the open air, and enjoys walking his own path. Sometimes gets to be obnoxiously happy, and gets on the nerves of those around him. He rarely, if ever, takes anything seriously. The only exception is his dedicated training and meditation time. Everything else is playtime. He’s been known to get attacked on occasion by those seeking a reward for his return, and even then he treats the entire encounter like a game, and even thanks his attackers for the fun after he knocks them silly. Being such a street kid, he doesn’t totally understand this “Girl” thing he’s run into. All he knows is that they are pretty, and fun to chase. When caught, they don’t like to get their hair pulled, but for some strange reason that seems like the perfect thing to do. Some are nice and read fun stories. Some are mean and try to cover him in more clothing and such (and make him bathe! Ew!).

Abilities: Unusually strong and tough for his age (even for people much older than him). Nice, cute kid, can usually throw the puppy dog eyes around enough to get people to give him what he wants. With that, he’s not the brightest bulb in the bunch, to say the least

Talents:Uncanny ability to get himself out of trouble, and not even realize that he was in trouble in the first place.

Likes:That tasty ‘wine’ thing the fellow brothers never let him have. Well, for that matter, he likes anything that people won’t let him have. Loves working out and practicing his martial skills. Thoroughly enjoys chasing around girls, especially when they don’t want to get caught.

Dislikes:Bathing, healthy meals, mean people, guard dogs, and anybody who thinks they’re the boss of him. Also doesn’t care much for bugs; they try to steal his munchies.

Habits: Fidgets when he’s nervous or scared, which is rare.

Strengths:Smart as an Ox. Good thing he’s almost as strong as one too. Has a pretty decent martial technique if things don’t go his way. Pretty graceful and stubborn.

Weaknesses: Not very skilled at anything too useful, but knows enough to survive on his own. Completely illiterate, and has no concept of what books and reading is even for, despite how many times the brotherhood has tried to teach him. Doesn’t understand (or doesn’t appear to understand) how most languages work, it’s very hard for him to learn anything that doesn’t include “squish this”.

Philosophy/Quote: “OOH! Once ago, I found a SHINY! Way nubnub!” (Appropriate response: *blink* *blink* …. What?)


 * Background -**

Nationality: Lithbulian

Raised: A slave in the house of some wealthy family.

Family: Doesn’t have any real recollection of his biological family, but has a nagging feeling that they are out there somewhere. As a slave, Kirin’s owners had a daughter that Kirin treated like a sister. He was extremely protective, even if that meant coming between her parents and her. On the street, Kirin had made friends with several orphans, but none of them had shared their names with him.

Friends:

Enemies: None that he knows, or understands. He is constantly chased by people who would collect a slavers bounty on him, or those that think he’s just a simple thief.

Demise:


 * Story:**

Kirin’s earliest memories begin in a desert village, where all he can recall is a bonfire. He sees it in his dreams on occasion. When he was very young, possibly even before his first birthday, Kirin was captured by slavers and taken to a big city. He was forced to work until he was 9 years old, he was a supremely hard worker, and impressed his new family so much that they were about ready to adopt him as a real family member. Unfortunately, they could barely understand anything the kid had to say, and became frustrated when he took more to speaking his native language than the local tongue. Despite his abilities, they knew he could never fit in. In Kirin’s mind, he thought they were terribly evil because he would always ask for munchies but they would never give him any, and then would make him go back to work on an empty stomach! Those horrible people. One night, a thief had broken into his owner’s manor, and ushered the kid out. The thief unlocked his chains, and only spoke two words: “Be free”. Kirin lived for the next two years on the street, where he continued to run around causing mayhem and befriending a few of the local orphans. Food was scarce, people chased him, and life was generally difficult. A traveling monk, of the Sanguis Brotherhood, found him on the street. Kirin saw a man in simple clothes sitting on a chair holding a plate with a single piece of cake. A rare treat, indeed. The bald man appeared to take no notice of the boy, and instead kept his eyes closed in meditation. Kirin thought he was just sleeping, and the cake was easy prey. Maybe he could share it with his friends, they would love that! The cake was easy to grab, and he licked his fingers to get just a taste of what awaited. This was the first food he had managed to nab in three days. Kirin bolted for an alley, just in case the old man would wake up. To his utter horror, Kirin was met by the old man, who was oddly enough smiling. Kirin bolted again, this time across a busy street. He made it to the next alley only to be met, again, by the same smirking old man. “Nerp!!” Kirin yelped, turned on his heels, and ran for the next cross-street. Well into the night, each alley the old man’s smile faded slightly, by the time the seven hour chase was over he appeared downright annoyed. The boy eventually collapsed near a gutter, from a combination of hunger and exhaustion. When he awoke, his grimy hair was all shaven, and he was in a simple room with nothing but a table with a piece of chocolate cake sitting on it. And some piece of paper with scribblings on it, which Kirin never really did figure out. After three years of good food, the occasional drink of wine, and training with the monks of the Brotherhood, Kirin’s talents were well appreciated. One night, the old man came again to Kirin’s room, but was only in his dreams. There he spoke in a language that Kirin knew; his native speech. Kirin was told that all great men follow a great journey, and that Kirin’s time for a journey was upon him. The next morning, Kirin left the brotherhood with a change of clothing, many hugs, the old man, and a piece of chocolate cake.



Kirin older - 20ish or so, after a regrettable fight.