Deavania Killswitch

deavania killswitch,

This is gospel for the fallen ones

Deavania was a sweet innocent little kid. Actually he wasn’t… He was a hateful migrant who ran around and caused chaos. Well all that is a lie, he is a happy fellow who only wants others to be happy too. He is out going and silly and when time calls for it he is as serious as a watermelon and a cantaloupe trying to elope. He loves to eat peaches and bananas and he has a tendency to get into unnecessary fights to prove he is better than others. He likes to dance and play with others who want to play. Being silly is his number one rule in his book because of the fact that he never had a real child hood. He is fast and regal looking with muscles in his arms and legs. He thrives in the heat and is a natural softy at heart. He cares about all the animals in life and would give his life to save on.

Deavania also has his own issues. When you first meet him he is an emotionless mask and hates anything that has to do with anything. He is very introverted when it comes to talking about something and if you even try to get close to him you will get hissed at. He likes to watch as blood drips from his enemies and wouldn’t care if all the people in the world just dropped dead. He dislikes big dogs but loves to hang around them. He is an enigma in that aspect as you can visibly see him shaking but refuses to leave their company. He dislikes people and racist bigots who think they are better than everyone else. He doesn’t like the way he turned out and he tends to be as mental as a rabies induced cockatoo. He doesn’t likes crowd and will be found in the stragglers at the rear. He tends to hate the cold and is always wearing a sweater. He is a softy at heart so you can pretty much manipulate him into thinking that everyone is a good person when he is in a good mood.

Deavania stands at six feet tall. He has white ears with black stripes on them and he has two stripes that stat on his check and end near his collar bones. He is a very lean and muscular boy. He looks more like a runner than a fighter but he could probably fool anyone. He has a black pistol on his hip and he carries a Switchblade with him everywhere. He has multiple scars covering his feet and arms. Deavania eyes always tend to attract the eyes of whoever looks at him, with his right eye being red and his left being blue, his heterochromia business is off the charts. His eyes show innocence yet also deadly power just waiting to be unleashed. He sometimes puts his hair up in multiple braids. He has two blades of hair on his right side of the head and keeps these there as a reminder of the trials he went through. He has scars that mottle his pale skin and make him look even paler than he is. The scars mostly crisscross on his back and a few on his stomach. When he goes to hold his stomach the scars on his arms match up to the scars on his stomach.


Deavania has three outfits he tends to wear:

1) Sweatpants, converse, and a baggy t-shirt all in black, with a black cloak to finish it off.

2) Leather skinny jeans, long-sleeved skin tight shirt, and black converse with a cloak.

3) Pajama bottoms and blue flip-flops for days when he doesn’t care. No cape.

Parents
Mother: Kao (deceased)
Father: Kairo(deceased)

Siblings
Sister: Feather (deceased)

Extended Family
Meh: Crazed Feather (deceased)


Where'd you come from? Where'd you go? Where'd you come from, Cotton Eyed Joe?

It was a dark and stormy night when the two babies were born. One was a boy with a little dab of white hair on his head. The other was a little girl with pure black hair. They both had heterochromia eyes. The boys where Blue and Red while the girl had Green and yellow. The girl had woken first but never survived the following day. At a day old her heart gave out and all they could do was watch. They named her Feather and the boy was named Deavania Killswitch. The girl was going to be the strongest they thought. They apparently thought wrong.

The boy had turned one, his ability barely flickering into life. It was so weak and barely there. They would wonder why some of the grass was burnt when they all controlled the water that surrounded their little shrine they made. He was already an outcast. They had blamed him for the death of someone he didn’t even know. The poor boy was always thrust into situations that caused his abilities to flicker to life. He wasn’t even worried that it was unnatural. Once he had turned his back on them he began to study. They never even cared enough when he came in shivering from being pushed into the river that surrounds their land. All he ever was and will ever be is an abomination in their eyes. It was only natural that they pushed him over the edge.

He was turning around two to three years old and one of the elders had caned him. They believed that if he was punished enough he would go to water and become the rising star in his village. That was the exact opposite of his case. Deavania was becoming stronger and stronger and nothing could stop him. Nothing except his dead sister who was made to be his other half. He ended up growing white tiger ears and a tail that stretched longer then the tails the others had. He was able to control what his tail did while others just looked at the thing with fear. Soon they erected a shed in the back corner of the Shrine. They put the boy out there hoping he would die. All they did was bring him closer to being the thing that they feared.

He had turned four and was closing in on the age of five when it happened. They came and took everyone away. He just stood in his cabin door and wandered what was going on. Two people saw him and took pity thinking that he was just a Magi that the Village had kidnapped. They left him alone and left him with supplies that would last him till he was 15. He lived out his fifth year alive alone and wandering what had happened to his family.

When his sixth year came along something strange had appeared on one of the trees he had taken to climbing. They where peaches. The tree he loved to climb was giving fruit to peaches. He would collect them and eat them with his fangs that were starting to show over his bottom lip. He was gaining more tiger like features every time he looked in the river water. His eyes only brightening and became more crazed. That is when he started to realize that if he wanted to survive he would need to find something to share his company with. The dogs stayed away from him and the deer’s would avoid him at all cost. He was literally left to own devices and he hated it.

A few years had passed and he was turning ten. He had grown into hating the animals around him all except for an owl that flew around with him at night. He was going to pack the rest of the stuff and leave. He looked at his surrounding and said sayonara. He moved over the river and started to make his way through the forest. He made to the edge of the forest to see a road that wound its way through. He started to trek up the road when a caravan came through with guards surrounding it. Deavania pulled his hood up and walked along the trees. The caravan stopped and two of the guards approached him and he heard yelling in one of the trucks.

“Hey you there!” One of the guards yelled at him. His voice bringing the embodiment of fear. He stopped, but didn’t turn around. He had put his hand on his hip. A gun he had found touching his fingertips. The guard grabbed his shoulder and flipped him around. The guard had a barrel shoved in his face. Deavania growled lowly and went to back away when he felt something hit his shoulder. His other hand went up to grab his shoulder while the other arm was falling. The guard took that moment to grab his wrist and bend it behind him. He saw a few drops of blood fall to the ground below and the pain soon registered in his head. He blinked and then let out a hoarse gasp. The male behind him grabbed his shoulder and he let out a yip of pain. He heard the other guard come up and yank off his hood. His ears followed the motion of his hood and stayed down. His tail was wrapped around his waist and his ears in his hair. He continued to gasp through the pain when a dog started to bark at him. He heard the dog run at him and his powers flickered to life. Fire from a nearby lantern spread through the air and engulfed the dog whole. The lantern sputtered out and the dog laid burned on his side. His nerves were frayed as they threw him to the ground. His spurt of magic wearing him out. He felt a kick go into his stomach as another rained down on his back. He curled into the fetal position and stayed that way. His pale skin starting to bruise almost instantly.

He felt himself get hoisted up and heard even more yelling from the trucks. He soon felt wood hit his side and he cried out in pain. Not once during when he was being kicked did he cry out. The other Magi surrounded the boy and whispered sweet nothings in his now exposed ears. He fell into unconsciousness and stayed that way. When he woke up he was looking up into the lights of a hospital. He looked down at himself and saw that he wore a pair of sweats and had bandages wrapped around his waist and his arms. He sat up and came face to face with a magi that looked more like a bird with the wings poking out of her back. He tilted his head to the side, never learning how to talk in his younger years. She sighed and sat next to say, “You were out for three days. They banged you up pretty badly. Your powers are a pretty potent thing. They destroyed three sets of blankets. We finally just dosed you in water.” She looked over him with a sad smile. “You will begin working today. I suggest you get up and get ready.” That is exactly what he did.

He stood up and smiled sadly at his pathetic form. He grabbed the cloak that was sitting next to the bed and tied it around his neck with ease. He then walked out of the hospital to be met with the two guards that beat him in the first place. He lowered his head and trailed behind them his cloak flaring out behind him. His ears where down listening to the whispers as they walked. They all said the same thing, there is the prince’s new plaything. He hissed under his breath and soon ran into the back of the guard when he stopped. The big doors opened and they both walked in and he was terrified of what he would find.

When they walked in the castle looked like something out of the mid evil era. They approached the throne that had a smaller one next to it. He was forced to his knees and that made him angry. The flames on the wall flickered and almost went out when he was hit in the back of the head. HE bowed and listened as the king droned on and on about how he would become the punching for Crown Prince Douche.

Crown Prince Douche lived up to his nickname, Derek his name was, only employed Magi and Magi alone. He was beaten every other day, he never had unbroken bones and he was never left in peace. He was quite used to the treatment and almost welcomed it after being alone for ten years of his life. He had become a mute refusing to look in anybody’s eyes. Then that changed when one day his normal routine was broken and he was taken outside. Two years had passed and he gained braids on the right side of his hair. Two lines had appeared on each cheek and they went down his neck. Once outside his hair was completely white and his ears had two black stripes while his tail had fifteen different styled stripes around it. He looked around in wander and mewled pathetically. His vocal cords never being used would probably never work. Then something weird happened he spoke a word after twelve years of not talking. “Air…” He croaked sank down to his knees. He was breathing fresh air and he finally spoke. Right after that he saw ten guards approach him with canes and whips. His first taste of free air was about to be horrible ruined. What they didn’t know was that he had practiced day in and day out to control his powers. He never did get anywhere past just flickering sparks. So he honed his battle skills when he was alone. His fighting had gotten better and he had waited for the perfect moment. What they ended up being met with was a bunch of fist to their faces.

When all of them had fallen down he took off running. He made to the forest and continued on. He never stopped and when he finally did he went to sleep. He was turning fourteen in a couple of months and he was completely alone in the woods. He heard voices near the road so he stalked them and came to an outlying settlement that was perfect. He slipped in and spent the next year and a half there.

They got attacked and he took that as his que to leave. He spent half a year wandering when he approached Inertia. This is where he decided to settle down and hang out here. This was where he belonged and this is where he would stay. His powers dormant and his life full of adventure he finally found where to be.

- Flame I: Just as most Magi Magic, the flames must already exist. So be prepared to carry around matches and lighters with you. You are able to grow fire from your immediate person to double your arms length.

-Heat: The ability to cause at least one appendage of your body to warm up at a time (arm, leg, etc). Your skin can get to the point of burning someone upon contact if you wish or remain at a comforting warmth. Judging your own character's level of experience and practice, they may be able to heat up their entire body at once.

-Mood Ring: Depending on what emotions the Magi is feeling their produced flames will reflect them through color. All hues from vibrant pink to sickly green have been recorded to date. Though performers back in the day have been admired for their art it can also betray the user's emotions and feelings at inopportune times.



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- MELEE I (STARTER)

Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with melee weapons

- FIREARM I (STARTER)

Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with firearm weapons.

-  FIREARM II

You are now better able to dual wield if you wish to.

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