Kyl Collison
Human Soulknife
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Kyle reached maturity in the lands of Riedra. His family was unimportant, at least that was what he had come to reason. He found huge gaps in his memory quite frequently. He knew only a few things were truth: the Inspired are gods and The Dreaming Dark was his future. Or so he thought and believed.
He woke with a headache nearly every day, sometimes it hurt to even open his eyes. He began to wonder if the Inspired were gods at all, and why the Dreaming Dark acted the way they did. His heart told him that something was wrong, although his mind often silenced those thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder why the Dreaming Dark hated the kalashtar like they did. Kyl himself didn't even know what a Kalashtar truly was. Just a race of inferior people.
Kyl's mind races almost constantly as he began to work his way into the Dreaming Dark. He began to see the Inspired as false gods. He began to view them more as beasts who hunger after knowledge. Yet, he lacked the will to do what his heart knew was right.
It took his first assignment, an assassination of a Kalashtar man, for Kyl to gain the power to leave the life he knew was wrong. He was teleported by a priest, to the location across the sea where the Kalashtar was living. He was easy to find, not many traveled alone. Kyl's mindblade's dull grey flash was the last thing the Kalashtar saw. To Kyl's dismay (and future delight), a mind thrust found him quickly after he slashed at the mind. Kyl crumbled, and awoke exactly as he had fallen. He sat there until he nearly starved, unwilling to return home and unsure as to why they had not already drawn him back.
The wilds taught him much. Knowledge was indeed power, in fact; he had learned the two were the exact same. It did not take the strongest, fastest animal to find a meal. Likewise the most intelligent animals could die if they were not physically strong. Kyl discovered that strength lies in balance. The longer he reflected, the more he discovered how out of balance he was.
He traveled for what seemed like years in the mountains. He had lost count of how many times he nearly died, or figured he should of died. He was beginning to wish the Kalashtar man had ended his life instead of leaving him here to rot. That is, until one starless night he saw distant lights. Lots of distant lights. He silently thanked the Inspired (not knowing who else to thank) and dedicated his next days to traveling toward what he figured was a city.
He wondered into the city, surprised at how warmly they greeted him. He had long ago lost the symbols of the Dreaming Dark and had since rarely even thought of the group. A nice widow took him into her home. He learned that he was in Adar....... the main region of the Kalashtar. Unwilling to leave his newfound comfort, he stayed for nearly a month. The more he learned of the culture, the more his believed his whole land was a lie. The Kalashtar were not evil or terrifying. They were exactly like him. They questioned things, they fought to survive, they learned as much as they could.
He would of stayed longer, until Kyl found the man that had been his intended victim. The man was a telepath, and apparently not a novice. Kyl had barely noticed the older man when he was surrouned by men with menacing looking mindblades. A voice popped into his head, "They are the Shadowblade, our answer to the cause you serve so blindly." Kyl's confusion was evident to everyone, but the telepath knew why the confusion had occured. "So you do not claim the Dreaming Dark any longer?"
Kyl realized he wasn't breathing when the men dissipated their weapons. He heard another word echo in his head, "Leave." Immediately he returned to what he would always consider home, packed his belongings and headed out of the land. Even though he had be kicked out, he left far richer and stronger than he came. He had found a family........ and learned that his life in Riedra was over. [/sblock]
Physical Characteristics: 5'11'' 175lbs He has black hair that hangs slightly below his shoulders, unkept and rather wild looking. He always managed to keep his face clean shaven, which may have been why so many women loved his smile. It has youth to it, he was told. A wise person would notice his eyes, and the darkness that lies there. What should be bright green eyes, is tarnished by the underlying pain in the man.
**edit** My apologizes for how poorly written this is. I was trying to conserve space as well as run off of 3 hours of sleep. I am promptly heading to bed and going to work again in 6 hours. Have a good night (hopefully I can get everything pretty well finished by monday night). Sorry for being the slow one.
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