Post by Kit on Nov 28, 2013 2:16:52 GMT -5
Name: Kit Dawnstar
Alias: Um, most folks just call me Kit
Class:
Race: Human
Age: 24
Occupation: Breeder of the best damn hunting dogs this side of Valoran. Least I think they are anyway.
Residence: A ranch on the outskirts of Demacia
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Abilities:(if needed)
I can shoot a bow well enough to hunt small game.Got some basic wilderness survival skills; trapping, trackin wild game and the like.
I know a fair amount about canine behavior.
(Abilities will be amended through storyline progression if its alright with everyone.)
Equipment:
Well lets see here, I got the clothes on my back and um… I got a tater sack and I got Gus. You're gonna have to forgive the little guy for not sayin hello all proper like. He's had a rough week.
Relationships:
It's just me and Gus. Everybody else is gone.
Description:
You wanna know what I look like? What is this, some kind of Blitzcrank fleshling compatibility thing? Oh alright, if I have to.
Ok lets see here, I stand bout 5'4 tall. I got brownish blonde hair, I know it looks kinda marsh colored right now but I'd like to see you try to keep clean round here! I have hazel eyes, like long walks on the beach and whatever other romantic crap people say in these things.
There! Are ya satisfied now?
Biography:
I was raised on a little stretch of land on the far outskirts of Demacian territory. The family ranch was right in the very first big bend of the Serpentine River. Now most folks would call the area dangerous but growing up, I sure never did.
My family was part of a circle of breeders and let me tell you, Dawnstar wolf hounds are some the best of the best. At least we were before all this happened.
I've been in the family business for as long as I can remember. By 16, I was able to train em up all on my own. Me and the pack went everywhere together. Id shoot and they would track and retrieve. If the dogs were grown enough, they could even take something down that was too big fer my arrows. I took over after my dad passed on. It was hard work but I was happy doing it.
*
So bout two weeks ago, I entered us into a regional competition and we took blue ribbon best. Well, I was feelin pretty dang good about myself but there was this other breeder, goes by the name of D. He didn't care for the idea of our dogs being better than his. When we won, he accused us of cheating. Course we didn't but he still swore he would teach us a lesson if we didn't drop out of the running for the summer competitions. Knowing how much money was involved in it, I should have taken the threat more seriously.
*
Nearly a week had passed since the competition. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Ma needed meat for dinner. I was only supposed to be gone a little while. I left her sitting at home, puttering around in the kitchen to go hunt down a chicken or two. Took the pack with me.
We were on our way back when I came up to the crest of the hill and saw the smoke coming from our ranch.
Something was wrong.
We ran hard and fast toward home but by the time we got there it was too late. Everything was burning. Bunch of men were running around hootin and hollerin, makin a ruckus as they smashed and lit up anything they could break or burn.
The horses had been in the stable, the pups and new mamas in the barn. I don't know what happened to my own ma.
Maybe its better I don’t.
Finally, I spotted who'd done it. D had made good on his threat.
We coulda gotten out if we had turned around and made for the city but I messed up. I saw that fat bastard sittin all high on his horse just laughing as he and his crew destroyed my whole dang life and I stopped thinking right. I ran in. The pack, my pack, they all followed my lead just like always.
Well, as soon as D saw us coming at him, he stopped laughing and turned his horse right around, ran off like a skeered little girly girl. We took off after him, me with my bow, my friends with their sharp pointy teeth. He got away fore we could get past his boys.
It was a stupid move to run in.
The pack did me proud, fighting three to one at the end. We all got pretty torn up but we kept fighting till I didn't see any of em left to fight. That’s when it hit me that not a single one of my dogs was left standing either.
No such thing as winning in a fight like that. My head hurt, my side hurt but my heart hurt most of all. I fell down right there in the dirt, thought maybe I would rest a bit with my dogs and we could all meet our maker together like the family we were.
*
I borrowed a shirt off one of the dead men and tried to patch myself up some but when Kari took to barking and pointing, it brought me staggering up to my feet. I couldn't really see straight but way off in the distance there looked to be a bunch of peacekeepers on horseback riding our way..
They were still a fair ways off but from what I could tell; D was with ridin with em. Bastard must have given them some line about a deal gone bad or the dogs attacking. I couldn't figure any other reason that they'd be coming.
Well I ducked down behind the fence but I guess I wasn't fast enough because sure as anything, they started riding harder, shouting something I couldn't really make out.
If D gave them peacekeepers a story, they'd probably kill the rest of the pack right from the get go. Even if they did give me a chance to explain, it was my word against D’s and that man is a right fine liar.
We had to run.
Kari was burnt pretty bad so I shook off my dizzy spell, put her pups in an empty tater sack and then got her up on my shoulders quick as I could. Had to leave my bow behind, it didn't have any arrows left anyhow. Our only escape was across the river but I hadn't gotten around to fixing the leak in our fishing boat. It'd make it across but we'd be heading right into the swamp.
The marsh isn't exactly a forgiving kind of place for the walking wounded. I thought that I was saving Kari and her babies but by nightfall she was gone. Too much pain from the burns I figure. Her pups lasted a little longer but I with how tore up I was, I couldn't keep em safe.
No arrows, no bow, no food. The deeper into the marsh we went the worse it got.
*
The only pup left now is Gus. He may be the runt, but he sure is a smart little feller, just like his mama. Not eaten gets to a pup faster than it does to a person though and he's been getting weaker and weaker.
*
I don't know how many days we have been walkin, I feel cold all the time now and the cut in my side is all red, got infected I reckon.
I don't think were gonna make it out of here.
*
Today we found us a place to rest. Turns out there is a big ol building in the marsh that I never even heard of, go figure.
Its right by the water but it smells like death here, or maybe I do. Hard to tell.
Little Gus hasn't moved in a while. He feels cold. I should give him a proper send off but I don't wanna be all alone.
This place seems as good a spot for us as any.
I think me and Gus are just gonna lay down and rest here for a little while…
POST MORTEM
On the verge of death, her arrival at the Cathedral of Unlife felt like coming home.
Perhaps it was will power or maybe it was just a simple coincidence that lead Kit to find its doorstep in her final hours. You could even call it fate if you are inclined to believe in such things.
No matter which reason seems most likely to you my dear readers, her arrival is just convenient enough that she will soon rise again as an advocate of Karthus. All that she has to offer and all that death may see fit to bestow upon her, there for the sole purpose of empowering her to act as an extension of his will.
The following is a taste of what you may expect to see from her at that time
Name: Kit Dawnstar
Alias: Kit
Race: Once human, now bound undead
Age: 24
Occupation: Hunt those who have cheated death at the bidding of her master.
Residence: the Cathedral of Unlife
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Alias: Kit
Race: Once human, now bound undead
Age: 24
Occupation: Hunt those who have cheated death at the bidding of her master.
Residence: the Cathedral of Unlife
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Abilities
Unearth Corruption:
Together with her spectral canine companion, she can sense and track those who have cheated death. Particularly those with the Eihwaz Mark.
When she lands a direct hit that makes contact with flesh she can drag the target into the realm of the hunt.
There, she and her ghostly pack can hunt down the target and if caught, send them to pay death his due.
This is by no means always fatal. The further away the target gets, the closer to corporeal they will become. Even if they don't or can't run far enough away, if they can manage to evade Kit and the pack till dawn, they will also be released from the arrow's effects.
Warp bone
Like a potter molding clay, with the touch of her hand she can warp the flesh and bones of the dead. She cannot do this to anything that is alive, or reanimated and for this reason she prefers to use her own fresh kills. She uses this solely for the purpose of crafting the tools of her trade. IE: New arrows, quiver, wrist supports, etc.
Just as in life, she is still able to use her bow in basic combat with your everyday arrows.
She has also held onto the pack, however they are now spectral hounds. While the hounds can not harm the corporeal. They can track the dead and they serve her well on the hunt.
Additional Equipment
(to be accumulated upon entering the service of Karthus)
Bone Bow
A long bow made from bone.
Quiver and Arrows
Also crafted from flesh and bone. Reduce reuse and recycle!
Light Armor
Aids with the obvious and helps to protect her from those undead moments of decay where it matters most
Long Term Agenda
If y'all wanna know my plans fer the future, yer probably gonna need ta look a little higher up on the food chain.
I am pretty sure my boss Karthus has some big ol boss like plans in the works... but I am also pretty sure I ain't supposed ta go runnin my mouth about em to total strangers.
Didn't yer mama ever teach you that?
Sheesh! Alright already. No need ta get yer'selves all worked up. Lemme just go git the boss and he can tell ya all about it himself.
I am pretty sure my boss Karthus has some big ol boss like plans in the works... but I am also pretty sure I ain't supposed ta go runnin my mouth about em to total strangers.
Didn't yer mama ever teach you that?
Sheesh! Alright already. No need ta get yer'selves all worked up. Lemme just go git the boss and he can tell ya all about it himself.
