#karaan

Describe your OC with a Gift

I’ll answer for both of my main characters 

Karaan : it would be to be able to bring back his first real love, Crysannia who died at young age murder by Karaan’s Master to show him that love and other emotion are weakness to prey on.

I think without that backstory my character wouldn’t have become the asshole he is....

For Elli...

I think if she had the power to raise people from the dead, she would be quite ...crazy

In her deepest madness, she would kill her friend Zhan’a and brings him back again and again until he is full stockholm syndrome for her 

At her happiest time, she would roam around and raises the parents of any orphans she would find to make sure they aren’t left alone in the world...

Elli needs a therapist...and love...

This is easy for both of my characters, because of the moment they hate the same person

Both of them hate @yokasaris character Zhan’a,

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“So, who did it?” Karaan points at the mess on the floor, ink and papers were all torn and spread. The Twins and the fat cat were all looking at each other, The Twins points at the poor cat who express its own reasoning with a discontent “meow”. Karaan’s eyes narrow on them while he rubs his temple for a short moment, the giggle of Leandra echoing in the living room.

“Those little voidkins of joy are helping each other, no surprise?” She is staying a bit away from this funny situation, even if she knows that the papers that are now completely black and destroys are her own study. Karaan takes the fat cat and puts it aside, knowing too well that his own children could be mischievous sometime. With a stern look, he repeats the same question, seeing now the two twins are blinking and pointing at each other. Leandra chuckles again. “Abandon each other once Father is staring at them.” She grins and shakes her head.

Karaan frowns again and expels a long sigh. “I am not raising them to become two little zhan’a..” He rubs his temple while his female companion arches her eyebrows, her emerald iris looking at him.

“You aren’t raising them to be…two what?”

Karaan chuckles. “No worries, it is just the name of someone who seems to think that everything bad happening in his life or around him is somehow my fault.” He keeps his gaze on the two culprits, staying quiet and immobile for the moment. “I’ll be honest, I did…a few.” He stops and seems to count in his head. “Ok, I did a LOT of thing to mess with him, but I did try to bury the hatchet when.” He looks at the kids and sighs.” She asked me to, but now that I am back, he is certain I am the reason some troubles are brewing around him and his friends”

Leandra circles around the room, toward a shelf, pulling an old book from it and flipping a few pages, her gaze on Karaan and the two twins. While she was doing that, Marrick, the boy miqo’te, starts to scoot away from his corner. Karaan’s cold stare returns on it for a moment, making it silently crawls back to his corner.

“So, I guess I understand why he hates me, and thinks that I could be entwine in everything that could mess him up, knowing that my family did a few things to piss him off.” He kneels and looks at the two kids, while Leandra reads her book. “Oh...” She expresses. “ I see his name here, I guess we will have to deal with him sooner or later if we want to make sure all of those things are subdued.”

Karaan nods. “the later would be the better…for now let us deal with the rest of them before touching on that subject…”

the result of @yokasaris action

André’s gaze scanned the whole room, the old highlander was back in his city, in the belly of the Jewel of Thanalan, the old man had sprawled an empire of lies and debts. He left the patron and their desire along, turning his own attention toward the new asset of his underground bar. A new waiter, young and innocent, was near him, serving him the best meal his cook could make. It was a good day, the deal with the pirate in Limsa went well, the travel through Vesper Bay pass without issues, and he was able to acquire new assets for his own pleasure.

One step at the time, one foot in front of the other, making sure to stick your gaze in front of you, don’t look back, don’t cry, don’t hate, don’t think, focus on the destination, never think of what it could have been.

Karaan’s red eye stayed glue on the carcass, all around them, they were all gone, leaving the man alone in the darkness. He knew it, he felt it, he frowns about it, loneliness was never a thing he enjoyed, he hid from it by trying to join a FC, or to make friend, to find love, to have a family, but in the end, loneliness was always coming back to him. He now accepted it, enjoyed it a bit, knowing too well that this feeling will always be next to him.

He keeps his sword near him, reaching for it, enjoying the satisfaction of safety spreading from it. The hyur clenches his hand around the pummel, raising the sword from the ground, a series of red spark travelled on his hand encircling his arm.