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Death's Apprentice: Kemta

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ID #/ Card: 528442038

Name: Kemta

HP: 18
THREADCUTTER username:  AsanteSanaSquashBanana
Gender: Male

Height: 198 cm /6’6

Level of spiritual awareness: lvl 5 l Much to his disappointment his spiritual awareness has improved through the years from the viewing threads as beautiful threads of light to something less majestic as threads.
Title: TBA

Personality: 

+ Patient – The long-stretch ticking of time never seems to bother him. Comfortable watching the day lull over till it was covered by a blanket of stars and back again. The same applies to people (strangely children more so) with the man more than willing to tolerate however long it takes for a person to overcome their shock and terror of his presence.

+ Catlike Curiosity – If given a seeming eternity to live and serve through the ages doesn’t stir a sense of exploration, there’s something deeply wrong with you. Add being bound to one temple within one city for the entirety of one’s life with a greed for one has yet to see, and you create an everlasting desire roam the expanse of the world.

+ Oddly-placed Kindness – Kemta be the first to admit something like kindness doesn’t become him. Still He’s not heartless, not entirely at least… On the rare occasion his compassion peaks through the subject is either dire need of it, or has rendered him to comfortable state of affection or curiosity.

+ Sharp Eyes – Behind the mask there’s a pair of eyes that will watch every move, every expression, every breath you take then delight in analyzing each one and their meaning. He’s always watching something and if he’s not paying attention, there’s clearly something more interesting. That or he’s found what’s supposed to squander his time incredible dull.

? Abstract Thinker – While he does have his wits about him, he’ll never fully pay attention to the subject at hand the same way as everyone else. You could be in the middle of a reap order and his thoughts be a thousand ages back; musing how the pace and black of the subject’s shoes remind him of the waves of sand and dust spurred up by a herd of horses racing against each other on a scorching day. Thankfully this idly mind still has deft hands.

? Quiet Death – Only opening his mouth when he feels the moment call for such—with the exception of a fine cackle at whatever strikes his fancy. The art of conversation hardly appeals when it’s so much more fun to watch, picking apart aspects of a person with the eyes like a vulture to carcass bones. After all silence is golden, and there’s much to miss when one gabs away.

- Selective Loyalty – Not a turncoat per say, but no one should ever put complete faith in him. Due to the vague sense of security left with what is left unsaid it’s safe to say his loyalty is questionable. Humans, fellow apprentices, his team, even friends hold no true promise of protection. Of course you won’t know your stance till it’s all that keeps a “fatal accident” from happening.

- Willy Wonka Liar – You shouldn’t believe everything you see and hear, that includes hobbled crotchety old men. Nothing is what it seems with him and that includes the hump and heavy lean on his weapon. Deception is a comfortable tool in his arsenal, used frequently just to keep others at a distance— just how he likes it. Better he have the freedom to reveal his hand than have his cards known and prepared for.

- All that Glitters – Back when grossly lavish material tributes where a thing in places of worship he used to be surrounded them. Granted they were not exactly his exactly, but boy was he accustomed being on the verge of drowning in beautiful things. Free of his earthly restrictions there was truly nothing stopping him from taking anything he desired. So long as he could carry it and his hands be able to grasp it, he would take it.

- Uncomfortable Skin – He’ll never tell you why or ever admit, let alone willingly let you see, but he’s very self-conscious of his bare face. Almost always cloaked and always always has his face covered veiled behind some sort of mask. Being seen without such makes him very uncomfortable, sets him on edge, and gives him pause when considering to help you or not. Given the impossible probability he should ever reveal himself consider yourself in very high regard and affection.


Weapon of Death: Stained Glass Scythe- A distortion of his memories of the riverbeds and temple glory. Framed with petrified wood, the shape of the common farming tool used to clean through tall reeds he’d hide away in now served as an effective form of work in this life. The weapon also serves as an excellent extension of his reach, using the crooks and arches of its entirety to take new vantage points.

Cell phone: Samsung Galaxy Tab Pro Tablet

Obituary:
DOB: Est. 300 BC l Age 21 at point of Death
Place of Birth: Cairo, Egypt
Date of death:  Cairo, Egypt
Cause of Death: Blunt force trauma to occipital lobe

His head throbbed like bells, bells, bells... Sometimes they were soft and subtle, like the smoke that envelope the holy grounds, lost when the winds carried through. Other times loud and demanding that often left his ears ringing hours after. It felt like the latter. He couldn’t recall the attack. He couldn’t recall many a thing actually. To be honest the more important details of his life had blurred in trade for what other consider unimportant. The curve of embroidery on rich robes, the feel of oils far too numerous to count, or the shades of glass that color and transform moving halls as the day progressed. Tongue and words formed languages he could no longer say was which. All aspects rendered irrelevant to shapes and colors of the senses. His throat tight as he retched for air, the recognizable smell of copper from the blood that spattered the walls like the freckles that danced across her face when he kissed her. Only she had been gone ages now…There was nothing beautiful about these stains, no hum and chimes of bells beyond the clatter of overturned relics. Screams and pleas mixed with cruel laughter to create a harmony that fit crudely against the halls much like an ugly prayer, nothing like the chanted sermons that once were. The temple was in chaos protruding out into the dusty air of the sprawling city life that now burned. He was fading, the pain in his head too intense to force himself awake. He’d sleep and join the rest of the city in their passing.


Bio:
Waking was far more pleasant, he still remembers the day he came to death. It was dark then, straining to see the sea of red under the cloak of stars and her. He could only imagine that had his feet carried him further from his final place; it would have looked very much the same. Maybe that's why he remembers it so vividly...His robes felt heavy against his bones. Her voice resonated deep down to his bones. The feeling to have them swell and thrum back to life was more than he could ever recall when surrounded by parchment and sculpted spires.

He had been given to the temple as an offering to the gods. It wasn’t his choice, but rather his parent’s that wished he’d serve them and the priests under them till his last breath. To say he wasn’t very happy about his circumstances in the beginning was a vast understatement. Temple life was foreign, but there was nothing for him back home. This was home now, it’s residents his family. Fulfilling his role as a servant of the gods was easier when he accepted this. With time he grew to forget life before the temple entirely, focusing his mind instead on memorizing the lessons given by the priests.

Each year flew faster than the last, blurring into a routine of responsibilities that grew as he did. Places like the river and alleyways of the city became less of a mystery and more of a familiar comfort to confide in. Only once did he truly consider leaving it all behind. For a girl no less—her face and the affections he had were hard to remember now. Why had he backed out? The question still made his brow furrow. Whatever the answer his fate was sealed to those gilded halls of worship, eventually facing the soldiers that stormed in to claim it.


Extra: 

+Behind the mask is….another mask! No joke, he’s that vehement about showing his face.

+ Like Mal, kleptomaniac. He once smuggled a three tier wedding cake intact under his hump. It goes without saying he’s also one to hoard boggles and shiny objects of the gold nature. Good luck going into his room around sunrise/sunset without blinding yourself.

+Surprisingly he’s got a soft spot for children, not that they have one for him. Tears are a common reaction when he approaches. He does try to get them to stop, there’s a rattle stashed in his hump for when he scares babies.

+ Frequent bather. Cleanliness was an important habit instilled from the temple that carried on into the afterlife. Despite the dirty looking robes, Kemta keeps his body and weapon clean and well maintained.

+Kemta is grossly flexible. Using it to his advantage in his prowling to creep out his “victims”. He’s also double jointed in his arms, all the way down to his hands.

Contact: Skype, DA notes, chat, google doc.

Team/Roommates:
jenchi-saru , toramiyo
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Stats: 

STR: 2 – Initially weaker than he would have liked priesthood can be more demanding that one thinks. Hours of worship, study, maintenance, and physical labor in the scorching sun makes anyone toughen up.

DEX: 4 – Limber is would be putting his ability to move lightly. With a love for climbing, coiling, and exploring every dark corner he can find; Kemta be greatly disappointed in himself if he couldn’t get himself where he desired.

CON: 3 – Devotion to the gods requires a body that does not waiver, and with the conditioning of the priesthood he was no exception. Being clean kept disease away, enduring the sun made him stronger, the occasional beating for insolence made him better.
INT: 3 – He possesses an excellent memory, making it easy to navigate a maze of streets anywhere even after decades. Be it breaking down new technology or a person’s mindset, he’s only limited to what fails to catch his interest.

WIS: 1 – Just because someone’s smart doesn’t mean they are wise. Maybe inventive in his methods of action, there’s not much beyond it. Don’t expect any brilliant word of belief from him.
CHA: 0 – Terrible social skills, terrible self-confidence, terribly rude. Need I say more--

 

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