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Description
My god rethinking his history was a chore.

It's rushed and I think pretty poorly written as far as story is concerned, but I've already taken long enough to write this so here.

Primary Information

Name / Nicks : Kangee

Species / Race : Wendigo

Gender / Sex : Male/male

Age / Date of Birth : ca 108 years / 10th of january

Height / Length : 1,75m

Weight / Build : 73kg

Skin Tone : Dark tan

Eye Color : The right one is ice blue, the left one is milky white.

Hair Color and Style : Black and curly, swept back most of the time but otherwise just loose.

Other Physical Traits : Has a large scar across the left side of his face, and is also blind on one eye. His chest has a patch of frost/frostbite over where his heat is supposed to be. His hands have an almost-constant layer of frost coating them, however it melts during the summer and spring. He also has sharp teeth, like a shark

Psychological Traits :
Quiet and curious, he doesn't speak often and rarely engages others in conversation - even when his hunger isn't too bad. Selfish, but not exactly evil, he serves himself only and can be about as unforgiving and harsh as winter. The hungrier he becomes, the more reckless and easier angered he becomes, so as time passes without feeding he pretty much becomes a time bomb. He dislikes showing off and others showing off, and often keeps to himself despite being curious about other humanoids.

Abilities / Specialized Skills :

He can never starve or freeze to death, due to his wendigo nature.

Very good at frost magic
He can not control the weather, of course, but he can send rays of frost and ice spikes at people, as well as lower the temperature around him and freeze freshwater under his feet. He can freeze saltwater, but it takes more concentration from him and he risks actually going through the ice he creates.

Indiana motherfuckin' Jones
Or, well, kinda. He's good at using that whip of his - for hurt or for fun, and take what you will from that one.

Voice mimicry
Once he's heard someone's voice, he can mimic it almost to perfection. However, he'll always get something wrong, and it's always only the sound he can mimic.

Superhuman strength
He can lift two people easily, and tear them limb from limb if he wanted to.

Weaknesses / Fears :
Extremely weak to fire and fire magic
As capable as he is with frost magic, he is equally weak to fire and fire magic. He can easily catch fire, and is naturally wary of it.

Hunger
Hunger makes him act irrationally and even put himself in danger if it means he can feed, if he goes for long enough without eating raw flesh. Cooked food or vegetables doesn't keep his hunger down, only raw meat, and the best meat is from humanoids.

Dolls
Even in his most hunger-crazed form, he has an irrational, deep fear of human-looking dolls. It won't keep him away forever, but it'd probably be enough to throw him off long enough for someone to run from him.

Holy symbols.
Any kind of holy symbols. As long as the user believes beyond a doubt they'll protect them, they will. If Kangee touches such a thing, he'll be badly burned and - if the user's faith is extremely strong - even combust.

Slow healing
Broken limbs and wounds take longer time to heal for him than they do for a human.

Outfit : Black coat with blue markings, black boots coated in frost, dark pants, dark belt.

Miscellaneous :

He's bisexual.

Dislikes loud, continuous noises.

Wanders a lot. Like, a lot. He rarely stays more than a week to a fortnight in one city, for fear of getting caught.

He can't read.

He sounds a bit like Oren Lavie [ youtu.be/JDpZj-F4yvU ]

Background History :

Kangee was born as the first child into a fairly poor family, where his father was a hunter and his mother made some beads to sell. The hospitality shown by the people of the fort was very much welcomed and while they definitely weren't rich they could stave off hunger most of the time by selling beads and furs. Still, not many of their own people were very accepting of this choice, and Kangee's family wasn't exactly warmly welcomed by them. By Kangee's eightth year they were six people in a small home, and Kangee had to help his father hunt. He was no stranger to hunger, but most of the time they managed to get by by the skin of their teeth and sheer stubbornness. He'd sometimes imagine spirits in the woods around their home, sometimes in the long winter nights so vividly he'd scare himself. In his mind, he filled the woods with ghosts and monsters but never spoke of it, because he knew it was silly. Monsters did not exist, after all. Still, the part of him that all chldren have; the part that delighted in ghoulish tales and wondrous myths, kept right on populating the world around him with these beings. Due to the distance between them and the nearest town, Kangee rarely saw other children than his siblings and the first time he was with his father at the fort at six years old, the children of some of the officers' stationed there saw him as a strange, frightening boy and didn't want to play with him. That naturally upset the boy quite a bit. He put on a brave face for his dad, though, until he came home to his mam. Then he broke down, clinging to her skirts and crying because nobody had wanted to play with him. He'd rarely felt so alone as he did that day, but luckily his relations with the city kids improved over time. To a degree, anyways. They'd let him play with them, but he was always that wierd kid from the woods to them, and only a few ended up thinking of him as a friend.

Kangee slowly started learning to hunt with a rifle after turning twelve, as well as learning how to make wolf pits and snare traps. He had a bit of a hard time holding a rifle in the beginning, and couldn't aim for shit for the longest time, but his father was reasonably patient with him, and eventually he became a decent shot. When he wasn't hunting with his father or helping him repair the house or their utilities, the boy played with his siblings or went fishing on his own.

All in all, time passed and things happened pretty unremarkably for 24 years. He grew up, from gangly, awkward teenager to somewhat confident young man, moved away from home, crushed on people, moved on then fell in love again. This time with a man, a soldier named Adam, which caused him no end of confusion and self-doubt. He was frightened of his feelings, unhappy, and hardly knew what to do with himself when Adam was around while he was trading at the fort. He'd stutter and blush, fidget and his heart would pound against his chest every time he saw the other man.This went on for almost a month before one day Adam pulled him aside.
They were alone. Adam spoke slowly, calmly, when he asked Kangee what he'd been acting like that for. Figuring nothing worse than what he already had would happen, Kangee confessed and for a moment Adam looked like he was petrified before he.. Smiled. Kangee had half expected to be assaulted in some manner, screwing his eyes shut and standing stock still but he wasn't. Instead he got a featherlight kiss.

For a while after that, everything went well. He was happy, and had grown into a good hunter. The winter that year at first seemed mild and pleasant, until the last half of december where the weather suddenly got much, much worse. Kangee got a much harder time about hunting, could barely scrape enough together to make a living. By the end of december, he was not catching anything and was starving.

He was at the fort one january evening, stuck because of the harsh weather and so, so tired. He staggered along a road, the wind howling through town and bringing ice and snow with it. It had been so long since he'd had a decent meal.
He came across a laundress, with long unkempt hair and weak-looking limbs. Easy prey, a part of him whispered as he drew nearer, pulling his hunting knife from his belt. The best meal he'd have in weeks. Kangee drew nearer, but hesitated enough for the laundress to notice him and attack first - apparantly just as crazy from hunger as Kangee himself. The beggar's filthy, long nails caught him in the face, making him bleed and cry out, before wildly attempting to stab the beggar anywhere he could reach. By sheer luck he caught the laundress in the neck, making her bleed out fairly quickly before falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.
For a few moments, Kangee stood still over the rapidly cooling body before he leaned down and started eating her. Without care for the possibility getting sick, or the laundress' skin being filthy, he tore flesh from bones and greedily devoured it. He found he liked the taste, and hardly noticed it as the chill seeped into his bones and froze him over, driving out sympathy for strangers. By the time he noticed, it was already too late. The transformation happened fairly quickly and painlessly, and for a while after everything was good.
At least until the hunger returned. He had to kill and feed again. Kangee knew this instinctively. By sheer chance he ran into a friend, another soldier named Matthew, at the fort, and managed to get him on his own. A moment of hesitation was all he took before striking and killing a friend, devouring him even faster than he did the laundress.
When Kangee went to bed that night, he didn't even regret what he'd done. He'd lost most care for almost everyone in the world but Adam. He'd leave, he decided, as soon as he could the next day. The next day, though, as soon as possible turned out to be around midday when he woke up. The wendigo didn't even bother packing up, deciding to just leave with whatever he had on his hands. No telling anyone, not even his lover. He managed to get out of town without anyone paying him particular note, regret gnawing at him but stubbornness and hunger driving him onwards.

For years and years he wandered, with little care as to where he was. He knew he was somewhere in Wyoming. Close to his home maybe? He wasn't sure, but he hadn't seen a human in a long while... He stopped and looked around briefly before he saw something on the distance. As he drew nearer, his curiosity grew, and then fear. A deep-rooted, blind, animal-like fear grew inside him as he looked at the tall, strange mountain. He'd not noticed he'd strayed so close to... That. The tall mountain with the flat top loomed over the horizon, and he could almost feel many pairs of eyes watching him. He couldn't imagine their feelings, but he felt small, and very, very fearful in the presence of the massive structure and the beings who inhabited the top of it. A part of him wanted to fall to his knees and beg for something he no longer quite recognized, his knees shook under him and he felt so very, very weak. Something - someone - scrutinized him. Thunder roared in the background. Rain, cold, hard rain, started falling, and he was soaked in minutes. His knees buckled under him and he fell forward, his stomach churning and his heart pounding frantically against his ribs as his mind screamd at him to get up and run.
But not away from the mountain.
Maybe, if he climbed it, he could... Get... Something? What exactly, he wasn't sure of. He still isn't sure of it.
The wendigo struggled to get back on his feet, staggered backwards a little, then started towards the mountain. The closer he got, the more he knew he needed to reach the top. Whatever was up there, it was necessary for him to keep going. The eye kept watching him, he could just tell.
Finally, he reached the mountain. The rock was slick from the rainfall, and steep. He had no way to secure himself on the way to the top, but he refused to wait or look for a way to do that. He had to reach the top, and he had to reach it now, damnit! So, stubbornly he started to climb up the side of the mountain. Many times he slipped and almost fell, almost convinced he was going to die every time. His muscles started burning with pain, his fingers were completely without sensation, but he found out a way to freeze the water so he could cling to the rocks better and more safely. By the time he reached the top, his muscle were screaming in pain an he was utterly exhausted. The wendigo collapsed to the hard rock, only seeing a bright light and the clouds aroun the mountain. There was no rain up here, he thought as he watched the skies through bleary eyes. He felt something still watching him. Someone, more like.. It didn't feel... Angry or evil. Or bad... Just.. There... Watching. He smiled and chuckled, before he blacked out.

When he woke up, he was surrounded by snow in a place foreign from where he went to sleep. The mountain was nowhere to be seen. The entire area felt alien to him. His clothes were different, too, he noticed. Comfortable, definitely, but it still felt strange.
The wendigo sluggishly got up and looked around aimlessly. He was shocked and confused, but losing his cool wouldn't fill his belly. With a hand on the only weapon he'd thought to bring with him, he startd wandering aimlessly, looking for food of some kind and a bit of shelter.

Kelacaolican Information

Class : Undead

Balance : OC: 160 - MC: 25 - NC: 60 - GC: 60

Inventory :
- Whip.
- Two gold earrings.

- sta.sh/01l58abnmq7j a fancy-ass medal.
- A pet albino lupiku, named Eva. He usually carries it on his shoulder

Description
My god rethinking his history was a chore.

It's rushed and I think pretty poorly written as far as story is concerned, but I've already taken long enough to write this so here.

Primary Information

Name / Nicks : Kangee

Species / Race : Wendigo

Gender / Sex : Male/male

Age / Date of Birth : ca 108 years / 10th of january

Height / Length : 1,75m

Weight / Build : 73kg

Skin Tone : Dark tan

Eye Color : The right one is ice blue, the left one is milky white.

Hair Color and Style : Black and curly, swept back most of the time but otherwise just loose.

Other Physical Traits : Has a large scar across the left side of his face, and is also blind on one eye. His chest has a patch of frost/frostbite over where his heat is supposed to be. His hands have an almost-constant layer of frost coating them, however it melts during the summer and spring. He also has sharp teeth, like a shark

Psychological Traits :
Quiet and curious, he doesn't speak often and rarely engages others in conversation - even when his hunger isn't too bad. Selfish, but not exactly evil, he serves himself only and can be about as unforgiving and harsh as winter. The hungrier he becomes, the more reckless and easier angered he becomes, so as time passes without feeding he pretty much becomes a time bomb. He dislikes showing off and others showing off, and often keeps to himself despite being curious about other humanoids.

Abilities / Specialized Skills :

He can never starve or freeze to death, due to his wendigo nature.

Very good at frost magic
He can not control the weather, of course, but he can send rays of frost and ice spikes at people, as well as lower the temperature around him and freeze freshwater under his feet. He can freeze saltwater, but it takes more concentration from him and he risks actually going through the ice he creates.

Indiana motherfuckin' Jones
Or, well, kinda. He's good at using that whip of his - for hurt or for fun, and take what you will from that one.

Voice mimicry
Once he's heard someone's voice, he can mimic it almost to perfection. However, he'll always get something wrong, and it's always only the sound he can mimic.

Superhuman strength
He can lift two people easily, and tear them limb from limb if he wanted to.

Weaknesses / Fears :
Extremely weak to fire and fire magic
As capable as he is with frost magic, he is equally weak to fire and fire magic. He can easily catch fire, and is naturally wary of it.

Hunger
Hunger makes him act irrationally and even put himself in danger if it means he can feed, if he goes for long enough without eating raw flesh. Cooked food or vegetables doesn't keep his hunger down, only raw meat, and the best meat is from humanoids.

Dolls
Even in his most hunger-crazed form, he has an irrational, deep fear of human-looking dolls. It won't keep him away forever, but it'd probably be enough to throw him off long enough for someone to run from him.

Holy symbols.
Any kind of holy symbols. As long as the user believes beyond a doubt they'll protect them, they will. If Kangee touches such a thing, he'll be badly burned and - if the user's faith is extremely strong - even combust.

Slow healing
Broken limbs and wounds take longer time to heal for him than they do for a human.

Outfit : Black coat with blue markings, black boots coated in frost, dark pants, dark belt.

Miscellaneous :

He's bisexual.

Dislikes loud, continuous noises.

Wanders a lot. Like, a lot. He rarely stays more than a week to a fortnight in one city, for fear of getting caught.

He can't read.

He sounds a bit like Oren Lavie [ youtu.be/JDpZj-F4yvU ]

Background History :

Kangee was born as the first child into a fairly poor family, where his father was a hunter and his mother made some beads to sell. The hospitality shown by the people of the fort was very much welcomed and while they definitely weren't rich they could stave off hunger most of the time by selling beads and furs. Still, not many of their own people were very accepting of this choice, and Kangee's family wasn't exactly warmly welcomed by them. By Kangee's eightth year they were six people in a small home, and Kangee had to help his father hunt. He was no stranger to hunger, but most of the time they managed to get by by the skin of their teeth and sheer stubbornness. He'd sometimes imagine spirits in the woods around their home, sometimes in the long winter nights so vividly he'd scare himself. In his mind, he filled the woods with ghosts and monsters but never spoke of it, because he knew it was silly. Monsters did not exist, after all. Still, the part of him that all chldren have; the part that delighted in ghoulish tales and wondrous myths, kept right on populating the world around him with these beings. Due to the distance between them and the nearest town, Kangee rarely saw other children than his siblings and the first time he was with his father at the fort at six years old, the children of some of the officers' stationed there saw him as a strange, frightening boy and didn't want to play with him. That naturally upset the boy quite a bit. He put on a brave face for his dad, though, until he came home to his mam. Then he broke down, clinging to her skirts and crying because nobody had wanted to play with him. He'd rarely felt so alone as he did that day, but luckily his relations with the city kids improved over time. To a degree, anyways. They'd let him play with them, but he was always that wierd kid from the woods to them, and only a few ended up thinking of him as a friend.

Kangee slowly started learning to hunt with a rifle after turning twelve, as well as learning how to make wolf pits and snare traps. He had a bit of a hard time holding a rifle in the beginning, and couldn't aim for shit for the longest time, but his father was reasonably patient with him, and eventually he became a decent shot. When he wasn't hunting with his father or helping him repair the house or their utilities, the boy played with his siblings or went fishing on his own.

All in all, time passed and things happened pretty unremarkably for 24 years. He grew up, from gangly, awkward teenager to somewhat confident young man, moved away from home, crushed on people, moved on then fell in love again. This time with a man, a soldier named Adam, which caused him no end of confusion and self-doubt. He was frightened of his feelings, unhappy, and hardly knew what to do with himself when Adam was around while he was trading at the fort. He'd stutter and blush, fidget and his heart would pound against his chest every time he saw the other man.This went on for almost a month before one day Adam pulled him aside.
They were alone. Adam spoke slowly, calmly, when he asked Kangee what he'd been acting like that for. Figuring nothing worse than what he already had would happen, Kangee confessed and for a moment Adam looked like he was petrified before he.. Smiled. Kangee had half expected to be assaulted in some manner, screwing his eyes shut and standing stock still but he wasn't. Instead he got a featherlight kiss.

For a while after that, everything went well. He was happy, and had grown into a good hunter. The winter that year at first seemed mild and pleasant, until the last half of december where the weather suddenly got much, much worse. Kangee got a much harder time about hunting, could barely scrape enough together to make a living. By the end of december, he was not catching anything and was starving.

He was at the fort one january evening, stuck because of the harsh weather and so, so tired. He staggered along a road, the wind howling through town and bringing ice and snow with it. It had been so long since he'd had a decent meal.
He came across a laundress, with long unkempt hair and weak-looking limbs. Easy prey, a part of him whispered as he drew nearer, pulling his hunting knife from his belt. The best meal he'd have in weeks. Kangee drew nearer, but hesitated enough for the laundress to notice him and attack first - apparantly just as crazy from hunger as Kangee himself. The beggar's filthy, long nails caught him in the face, making him bleed and cry out, before wildly attempting to stab the beggar anywhere he could reach. By sheer luck he caught the laundress in the neck, making her bleed out fairly quickly before falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.
For a few moments, Kangee stood still over the rapidly cooling body before he leaned down and started eating her. Without care for the possibility getting sick, or the laundress' skin being filthy, he tore flesh from bones and greedily devoured it. He found he liked the taste, and hardly noticed it as the chill seeped into his bones and froze him over, driving out sympathy for strangers. By the time he noticed, it was already too late. The transformation happened fairly quickly and painlessly, and for a while after everything was good.
At least until the hunger returned. He had to kill and feed again. Kangee knew this instinctively. By sheer chance he ran into a friend, another soldier named Matthew, at the fort, and managed to get him on his own. A moment of hesitation was all he took before striking and killing a friend, devouring him even faster than he did the laundress.
When Kangee went to bed that night, he didn't even regret what he'd done. He'd lost most care for almost everyone in the world but Adam. He'd leave, he decided, as soon as he could the next day. The next day, though, as soon as possible turned out to be around midday when he woke up. The wendigo didn't even bother packing up, deciding to just leave with whatever he had on his hands. No telling anyone, not even his lover. He managed to get out of town without anyone paying him particular note, regret gnawing at him but stubbornness and hunger driving him onwards.

For years and years he wandered, with little care as to where he was. He knew he was somewhere in Wyoming. Close to his home maybe? He wasn't sure, but he hadn't seen a human in a long while... He stopped and looked around briefly before he saw something on the distance. As he drew nearer, his curiosity grew, and then fear. A deep-rooted, blind, animal-like fear grew inside him as he looked at the tall, strange mountain. He'd not noticed he'd strayed so close to... That. The tall mountain with the flat top loomed over the horizon, and he could almost feel many pairs of eyes watching him. He couldn't imagine their feelings, but he felt small, and very, very fearful in the presence of the massive structure and the beings who inhabited the top of it. A part of him wanted to fall to his knees and beg for something he no longer quite recognized, his knees shook under him and he felt so very, very weak. Something - someone - scrutinized him. Thunder roared in the background. Rain, cold, hard rain, started falling, and he was soaked in minutes. His knees buckled under him and he fell forward, his stomach churning and his heart pounding frantically against his ribs as his mind screamd at him to get up and run.
But not away from the mountain.
Maybe, if he climbed it, he could... Get... Something? What exactly, he wasn't sure of. He still isn't sure of it.
The wendigo struggled to get back on his feet, staggered backwards a little, then started towards the mountain. The closer he got, the more he knew he needed to reach the top. Whatever was up there, it was necessary for him to keep going. The eye kept watching him, he could just tell.
Finally, he reached the mountain. The rock was slick from the rainfall, and steep. He had no way to secure himself on the way to the top, but he refused to wait or look for a way to do that. He had to reach the top, and he had to reach it now, damnit! So, stubbornly he started to climb up the side of the mountain. Many times he slipped and almost fell, almost convinced he was going to die every time. His muscles started burning with pain, his fingers were completely without sensation, but he found out a way to freeze the water so he could cling to the rocks better and more safely. By the time he reached the top, his muscle were screaming in pain an he was utterly exhausted. The wendigo collapsed to the hard rock, only seeing a bright light and the clouds aroun the mountain. There was no rain up here, he thought as he watched the skies through bleary eyes. He felt something still watching him. Someone, more like.. It didn't feel... Angry or evil. Or bad... Just.. There... Watching. He smiled and chuckled, before he blacked out.

When he woke up, he was surrounded by snow in a place foreign from where he went to sleep. The mountain was nowhere to be seen. The entire area felt alien to him. His clothes were different, too, he noticed. Comfortable, definitely, but it still felt strange.
The wendigo sluggishly got up and looked around aimlessly. He was shocked and confused, but losing his cool wouldn't fill his belly. With a hand on the only weapon he'd thought to bring with him, he startd wandering aimlessly, looking for food of some kind and a bit of shelter.

Kelacaolican Information

Class : Undead

Balance : OC: 160 - MC: 25 - NC: 60 - GC: 60

Inventory :
- Whip.
- Two gold earrings.

- sta.sh/01l58abnmq7j a fancy-ass medal.
- A pet albino lupiku, named Eva. He usually carries it on his shoulder