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1Khemed Khaleed  Empty Khemed Khaleed on 24/09/15, 04:55 pm

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Name: Khemed Khalid

Country Affiliation: Wanderer

Race: Fanalis

Tier: D

Specialization: Strength

Age + Birthdate: 20. October 14th

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Personality:
Khemed lives by a series of codes that he devised when he was a child, and believes that the hero who sacrifices his humanity to become a beast of Righteousness must perform. He is oftentimes detached and quiet, but puts work and effort in for others. He is strong-willed despite his silence, and only ever bothers to speak up when something of tantamount importance needs to be said, and nobody else says it. He is often assuming and brutal, uncaring for things like "permission"s and "guideline"s, instead performing things as he sees fit in order to help others. He is not flashy, either. His attacks are not showy, nor does he hold back in the slightest to appear as such. He is brutal and efficient, to the point of ruthlessness, despite his kind interior. He will help others if he can, and lives according to the following codes.
Fight The Greater Evil - When face with a decision to face down an enemy who causes less suffering, versus an enemy who causes greater suffering, Khemed does not hesitate and chases after the enemy who causes greater suffering, if he believes that he can halt their destructions.
No Mercy For the Wicker - When faced with an enemy whom causes only minimal suffering, such as a bandit or a low-ranked criminal, Khemed may be willing to show some leniency. But when faced with other enemies whom have performed the unforgivable, there is no mercy, besides the quick embrace of death.
By Any Means Necessary - He will discard his honor and his humanity, as well as any moral qualms that he has, if it will help him exterminate his foes. This does extend to letting others die so that he can destroy the greater of evils.
Restitution - If those whom Khemed has yet to stop have wreaked damage and havoc on the people of the world, he will devote himself to repay them for the misdeeds of evil, as well as using this to atone for his mistakes, upon failing his mission.

Likes: Honor and Duty. He is a man devoted so entirely to his goals that he believes that there is no way beyond total devotion that he can achieve them. Since he displays these qualities so openly, he respects others who do the same.

Dislikes: Deceit and Treachery. Those who betray him often never can earn his trust again. If they do so, he has little to no problem physically damaging them beyond repair, and teaching them the truest meaning of justice

Aspirations: To become a living embodiment of Justice and Honor, and to slay the wrongdoers of the world without a regret. He wishes to become the person to make a peaceful world, even if that requires that he destroy anyone and everyone who opposes the person he believes should lead the world into a golden age. He refuses to take the position of the leader, and instead believes free-spiritedly, that he would never be deserving of such a post. "Those who dirty their hands with the blood of others should stop once they become Kings. Let your knights do the rest."

Phobias/fears: Failure. If he fails at his job and beliefs, he believes that there is no redemption from it. He MUST slay evil. He MUST fix the damage done by wrongdoers. He MUST defeat enemies who would dare harm the world's peace. He is a hunter and a monster, the likes of which was created by fate so that people may live once again in peace. His strength is meaningless if he cannot protect others the only way he knows how.... Through battle. He believes that if he fails repeatedly, the people whom he is responsible for protecting will live in fear, and be unable to move on. He believes that he must do whatever is in his power to protect others, and if he fails, then his power is not great enough... Which means that people will die because of his weakness.

Face-Claim: Orig6 from Deviantart. (Pharos)

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Orangish-red

Height: 194cm

Weight: 90kg

Appearance:
Tall and muscular, despite his slimness, Khemed is a strong-bodied and lean male, though he wishes to add extra bulk onto his already powerful body. He is often seen wearing very little, if anything, which ranges from a small top that covers his pecs and chest only, to a sash that goes from his shoulder to hip, and hangs loosely off of his body. He does not wear armor, as it constricts him, but does wear cheap jewelry that people have given him for his assistance in defeating bandits and criminals. He has two ear piercings on each ear, a collar that covers his upper-neck a piercing on the upper part of his nose, a piercing through his bottom lip, and a piercing in his belly button, causing him to jingle like a coinpurse if he moves too quickly. He prefers black colors, but also wears armbands that are crafted from gold-like metals, and wears a sash around his waist, that is a bright teal color. This was a blanket when he was younger, and the colors have faded slightly, but they still are more brilliant and colorful than the clothes of most. He also wears black pants, slightly loose-fitting around his body, and a pair of sandals that are customary to Reim citizens.

Rukh Alignment: White

Special Traits: N/A.

History: Khemed does not recall where he is from. He is not certain what he was before he became Khemed, and he is not entirely understanding of what he was for most of his life. All he knows is that at the age of five, he ran into the country of Heliohapt, and ran as far as he could, unstopping and unyielding. He ran as far and as fast as he could manage, sprinting at speeds unimaginable to humans, and even at a five-year-old, demonstrated massive powers that were unbelievable. He was almost unstoppably strong, and all he could recall as he ran through, shoving caravans and people out of his way, was a powerful fear that coursed through every single inch of his body. He had to run, or else he would die. Or else he would never, ever become himself again. He refused to do that! He would never stop running, until the fear subsided! And so, for three days and three nights, in the Desert of Forgotten Souls, Khemed ran until his legs bled and his arms spasmed so tight that they nearly tore through his bone. His body ached and spasmed, and the boy eventually fell prey to unconsciousness. But as he faded from the world of the conscious, the fear finally, finally subsided.
Not long after that, the boy found his way into Heliohapt, where he was raised quietly and easily as a slave. His body was powerful and he was owned by a relatively poor man, and so, after years of training his body through slavery, he eventually managed to push it off and run, escaping the chains of slavery, and making his way into Reim, where he heard about the Fanalis corps. He decided to attempt to join them, and spread good wherever he went as practice! But because of his hot-headed temper, he oftentimes caused more damage than he helped repair. Eventually, he realized that he was incapable of performing skilled jobs and menial labor, and so he instead devoted himself to the defeating of bandits, traveling from town-to-town, unrecognized and unknown, and attempted to give himself over as much as he could, to others. He eventually came up with a moral code of how to deal with these things, and that moral code has become his compass ever since. Now, at the age of 20, Khemed seeks to travel the world to become so strong that not even the Fanalis corps can turn him down. To create a group of powerful vigilantees, if he must, and to serve a powerful, peace-loving leader, for whom his unyielding and abominable strength can assist in keeping the peace for as long as he lives.
Role-Play Sample: Frustrating. Perhaps that was too weak a word? No, more dire than that. Excruciating. This place was excruciating. The incessant blaze of the sun burnt fair skin and made it turn blistering red, if one was unlucky enough to not have any kind of protection. The Moon mocked and laughed at travelers while they passed by, shivering from the immense cold that felt more like an arctic tundra than a desert. And worst of all was this inescapable sand. Sand literally everywhere! No matter which direction you looked, sand was all the eye could see! Sand up your dress, sand in your shoes, sand covering your face, sand scratching at your skin. Boy, sand seemed to be in abundance here. If there was any use for it, Heliohapt could become the strongest nation in the world overnight, thanks to a powerful amount of SAND.

In the middle of this blistering desert, full of dunes that depths that no person without courage and power traveled, was a single person. Well. Perhaps more than just one person, but for now, this story is about only two. One of these people was off gathering some cacti to feast upon. The other was nowhere near so lucky as to have such survival skills.

Xen Li Ren felt her skin scratch and scrape. Flawless, pale skin became burdened with blemishes, scratches, that created minor discolorations of white and red across her formerly flawless skin. Had she not been carrying a fur coat that she used to hide her head during travel, her body would also have been covered in terrible tans that would have made her porcelain skin into something terrible. Tanned, roughened hide that would do her no good after she left the country of Heliohapt. The short girl had moxie though. She had been traveling for days, while being a nonresident of the country, and had somehow made her way through on guts and quick-thinking... As well as a single oasis she'd found in the desert a day ago. She'd crafted a canteen out of plant material(to the best of her ability. Her fingers, covered in prick marks from the cacti she'd tried to use before finding a tree by the oasis, was a testament to her lack of skill), and managed to carry enough water to last herself up until now. There was a slight lilt to her breaths that made them shallow, her flat chest rising and falling in time with the sounds of heavy breathing that overpowered the empty silence of the desert without a single difficulty. The occasional gust of wind billowed through the dunes and whipped up the sands, getting them into the girl's dress, though she managed to push herself through the walls of sand that tested her will and her pain threshold. Her feet, covered in only slightly-pointed shoes, had blistered feet inside of them, tough callouses that marred her normally beautiful appearance, and left her dissatisfied with her trip immensely. Each blister was a reminder that she would need to visit a salon of some kind, with what little money she had, in order to give herself the full package. Filing away the growth of her nails so slight that no man would notice. Filing away the blisters that made each step feel as if it were on knives of hard steel, heated from the sun, instead of sand. Giving her hair, slightly longer than it had been a few weeks ago, a cut so that it was the same short bob it had been going in. Her pores hated this as well. In fact, if not for the fact that she was attempting to find a city in Heliohapt, in order to build up her knowledge of the country, she would never have deigned to allow herself to go through such a grueling, brutish adventure. And since she preferred to not pay with her body to a bunch of bandits whose motives were questionable at best, it was through sheer luck that Xen Li Ren had made it this far.

But luck was running low. Anger powered her through the hatefully-heated hours, combined with the slight distraction of the pain in her feet. Her body was drenched with sweat, and her dress clung tight to her lithe, slender frame. Each movement she made was raw and lacking in the practiced discipline one usually had when traveling. These were harsh, forced movements that drug limbs through sand, that let arms sway to and fro, that let her head lilt forwards slightly, as rivers of saltwater made their mark on the country that was her face. Her body groaned in protest, screamed in desperation, but nothing would stop the girl from escaping this desert. Not even fate itself. Not even a band of bandits or slaves could get her to stop herself now.

As night came, the sweat-slicked figure removed the fur coat that she had covered her head with, and threw it over her shoulders. The buttons were kept in perfect condition, and the soft, black fur enveloped her in an embrace as warm as a mother's love, and nearly twice as appreciated. The gentle caress of beast-fur on her skin kept her from feeling the immense cold as harshly, even as the fur dampened with the leftover sweat on her body. The chill traveled up and down her spine, and yet, the girl didn't stop moving. She refused. There was a limit to her willpower that had long since been reached. Now, there was only blind rage propelling her forwards. An intelligent girl, she had used something traumatic and terrifying to keep herself conscious. Memories of a former life. A former name, burdened her with movement. She could not stop. She was not allowed to stop for even a half-second. Not for a millisecond. If her muscles stopped their ceaseless work, than this decade would have been almost entirely for naught. Teeth grit against each other with enough force to crack, though the young girl managed to keep herself from doing so. Instead, she glared ahead with eyes brimming with hate, at a fire in the distance.

Moving without conscious need, the girl powered forwards, running along the sand and falling forwards, the sand catching under her nails as she continued to crawl her way up the slope without a single hint of stopping. Her eyes were fixated on the source of light and heat, one of the only throughout this entire godforsaken desert. The woman went unnoticed, in favor of the fire, as the young girl stumbled and clawed her way through the sand, into the camp, her body aching and screeching for release from this eternal burden that she bore. Her muscles cried and her bones screeched as the dehydrated girl, on the edge of unconsciousness thanks to dehydration and hunger, made her way into the woman's camp, and managed to bring herself to her feet as she ran. This attempt to self-flatter was quickly dropped, as the woman fell forwards and dropped to the ground, after a stumble that left her unable to move in the slightest, collapsed in front of the fire. Her head was turned slightly, hiding her gorgeous, feminine features from whoever this roaming woman was, and leaving only well-kept(save for the sand) hair and a black coat, as well as the pale skin of an exposed leg, facing Natalia.

2Khemed Khaleed  Empty Re: Khemed Khaleed on 24/09/15, 11:26 pm

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Approved~ One note about your history, since he says he can't remember his past. It's ok that you can't remember it, but being related to important figures requires staff approval at the time of writing the application. Just because he doesn't remember, doesn't mean you would be able to decide at a later point. Not saying this is what you wanted to do, just making sure it's known ^^

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[b]Name:[/b] Khemed Khalid

[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Wanderer

[b]Race:[/b] Fanalis

[b]Tier:[/b] D

[b]Specialization:[/b] Strength

[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 20. October 14th

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Homosexual

[b]Personality:[/b]
Khemed lives by a series of codes that he devised when he was a child, and believes that the hero who sacrifices his humanity to become a beast of Righteousness must perform. He is oftentimes detached and quiet, but puts work and effort in for others. He is strong-willed despite his silence, and only ever bothers to speak up when something of tantamount importance needs to be said, and nobody else says it. He is often assuming and brutal, uncaring for things like "permission"s and "guideline"s, instead performing things as he sees fit in order to help others. He is not flashy, either. His attacks are not showy, nor does he hold back in the slightest to appear as such. He is brutal and efficient, to the point of ruthlessness, despite his kind interior. He will help others if he can, and lives according to the following codes.
[b][i]Fight The Greater Evil[/i][/b] - When face with a decision to face down an enemy who causes less suffering, versus an enemy who causes greater suffering, Khemed does not hesitate and chases after the enemy who causes greater suffering, if he believes that he can halt their destructions.
[b][i]No Mercy For the Wicker[/i][/b] - When faced with an enemy whom causes only minimal suffering, such as a bandit or a low-ranked criminal, Khemed may be willing to show some leniency. But when faced with other enemies whom have performed the unforgivable, there is no mercy, besides the quick embrace of death.
[b][i]By Any Means Necessary[/i][/b] - He will discard his honor and his humanity, as well as any moral qualms that he has, if it will help him exterminate his foes. This does extend to letting others die so that he can destroy the greater of evils.
[b][i]Restitution[/i][/b] - If those whom Khemed has yet to stop have wreaked damage and havoc on the people of the world, he will devote himself to repay them for the misdeeds of evil, as well as using this to atone for his mistakes, upon failing his mission.

[b]Likes:[/b] Honor and Duty. He is a man devoted so entirely to his goals that he believes that there is no way beyond total devotion that he can achieve them. Since he displays these qualities so openly, he respects others who do the same.

[b]Dislikes:[/b] Deceit and Treachery. Those who betray him often never can earn his trust again. If they do so, he has little to no problem physically damaging them beyond repair, and teaching them the truest meaning of justice

[b]Aspirations:[/b] To become a living embodiment of Justice and Honor, and to slay the wrongdoers of the world without a regret. He wishes to become the person to make a peaceful world, even if that requires that he destroy anyone and everyone who opposes the person he believes should lead the world into a golden age. He refuses to take the position of the leader, and instead believes free-spiritedly, that he would never be deserving of such a post. "Those who dirty their hands with the blood of others should stop once they become Kings. Let your knights do the rest."

[b]Phobias/fears:[/b] Failure. If he fails at his job and beliefs, he believes that there is no redemption from it. He MUST slay evil. He MUST fix the damage done by wrongdoers. He MUST defeat enemies who would dare harm the world's peace. He is a hunter and a monster, the likes of which was created by fate so that people may live once again in peace. His strength is meaningless if he cannot protect others the only way he knows how.... Through battle. He believes that if he fails repeatedly, the people whom he is responsible for protecting will live in fear, and be unable to move on. He believes that he must do whatever is in his power to protect others, and if he fails, then his power is not great enough... Which means that people will die because of his weakness.

[b]Face-Claim:[/b] Orig6 from Deviantart. (Pharos)

[b]Hair Color:[/b] Red

[b]Eye Color:[/b] Orangish-red

[b]Height:[/b] 194cm

[b]Weight:[/b] 90kg

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Tall and muscular, despite his slimness, Khemed is a strong-bodied and lean male, though he wishes to add extra bulk onto his already powerful body. He is often seen wearing very little, if anything, which ranges from a small top that covers his pecs and chest only, to a sash that goes from his shoulder to hip, and hangs loosely off of his body. He does not wear armor, as it constricts him, but does wear cheap jewelry that people have given him for his assistance in defeating bandits and criminals. He has two ear piercings on each ear, a collar that covers his upper-neck a piercing on the upper part of his nose, a piercing through his bottom lip, and a piercing in his belly button, causing him to jingle like a coinpurse if he moves too quickly. He prefers black colors, but also wears armbands that are crafted from gold-like metals, and wears a sash around his waist, that is a bright teal color. This was a blanket when he was younger, and the colors have faded slightly, but they still are more brilliant and colorful than the clothes of most. He also wears black pants, slightly loose-fitting around his body, and a pair of sandals that are customary to Reim citizens.

[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] White

[b]Special Traits:[/b] N/A.

[b]History:[/b] Khemed does not recall where he is from. He is not certain what he was before he became Khemed, and he is not entirely understanding of what he was for most of his life. All he knows is that at the age of five, he ran into the country of Heliohapt, and ran as far as he could, unstopping and unyielding. He ran as far and as fast as he could manage, sprinting at speeds unimaginable to humans, and even at a five-year-old, demonstrated massive powers that were unbelievable. He was almost unstoppably strong, and all he could recall as he ran through, shoving caravans and people out of his way, was a powerful fear that coursed through every single inch of his body. He had to run, or else he would die. Or else he would never, ever become himself again. He refused to do that! He would never stop running, until the fear subsided! And so, for three days and three nights, in the Desert of Forgotten Souls, Khemed ran until his legs bled and his arms spasmed so tight that they nearly tore through his bone. His body ached and spasmed, and the boy eventually fell prey to unconsciousness. But as he faded from the world of the conscious, the fear finally, finally subsided.
Not long after that, the boy found his way into Heliohapt, where he was raised quietly and easily as a slave. His body was powerful and he was owned by a relatively poor man, and so, after years of training his body through slavery, he eventually managed to push it off and run, escaping the chains of slavery, and making his way into Reim, where he heard about the Fanalis corps. He decided to attempt to join them, and spread good wherever he went as practice! But because of his hot-headed temper, he oftentimes caused more damage than he helped repair. Eventually, he realized that he was incapable of performing skilled jobs and menial labor, and so he instead devoted himself to the defeating of bandits, traveling from town-to-town, unrecognized and unknown, and attempted to give himself over as much as he could, to others. He eventually came up with a moral code of how to deal with these things, and that moral code has become his compass ever since. Now, at the age of 20, Khemed seeks to travel the world to become so strong that not even the Fanalis corps can turn him down. To create a group of powerful vigilantees, if he must, and to serve a powerful, peace-loving leader, for whom his unyielding and abominable strength can assist in keeping the peace for as long as he lives.
[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b] Frustrating. Perhaps that was too weak a word? No, more dire than that. Excruciating. This place was excruciating. The incessant blaze of the sun burnt fair skin and made it turn blistering red, if one was unlucky enough to not have any kind of protection. The Moon mocked and laughed at travelers while they passed by, shivering from the immense cold that felt more like an arctic tundra than a desert. And worst of all was this inescapable sand. Sand literally everywhere! No matter which direction you looked, sand was all the eye could see! Sand up your dress, sand in your shoes, sand covering your face, sand scratching at your skin. Boy, sand seemed to be in abundance here. If there was any use for it, Heliohapt could become the strongest nation in the world overnight, thanks to a powerful amount of SAND.

In the middle of this blistering desert, full of dunes that depths that no person without courage and power traveled, was a single person. Well. Perhaps more than just one person, but for now, this story is about only two. One of these people was off gathering some cacti to feast upon. The other was nowhere near so lucky as to have such survival skills.

Xen Li Ren felt her skin scratch and scrape. Flawless, pale skin became burdened with blemishes, scratches, that created minor discolorations of white and red across her formerly flawless skin. Had she not been carrying a fur coat that she used to hide her head during travel, her body would also have been covered in terrible tans that would have made her porcelain skin into something terrible. Tanned, roughened hide that would do her no good after she left the country of Heliohapt. The short girl had moxie though. She had been traveling for days, while being a nonresident of the country, and had somehow made her way through on guts and quick-thinking... As well as a single oasis she'd found in the desert a day ago. She'd crafted a canteen out of plant material(to the best of her ability. Her fingers, covered in prick marks from the cacti she'd tried to use before finding a tree by the oasis, was a testament to her lack of skill), and managed to carry enough water to last herself up until now. There was a slight lilt to her breaths that made them shallow, her flat chest rising and falling in time with the sounds of heavy breathing that overpowered the empty silence of the desert without a single difficulty. The occasional gust of wind billowed through the dunes and whipped up the sands, getting them into the girl's dress, though she managed to push herself through the walls of sand that tested her will and her pain threshold. Her feet, covered in only slightly-pointed shoes, had blistered feet inside of them, tough callouses that marred her normally beautiful appearance, and left her dissatisfied with her trip immensely. Each blister was a reminder that she would need to visit a salon of some kind, with what little money she had, in order to give herself the full package. Filing away the growth of her nails so slight that no man would notice. Filing away the blisters that made each step feel as if it were on knives of hard steel, heated from the sun, instead of sand. Giving her hair, slightly longer than it had been a few weeks ago, a cut so that it was the same short bob it had been going in. Her pores hated this as well. In fact, if not for the fact that she was attempting to find a city in Heliohapt, in order to build up her knowledge of the country, she would never have deigned to allow herself to go through such a grueling, brutish adventure. And since she preferred to not pay with her body to a bunch of bandits whose motives were questionable at best, it was through sheer luck that Xen Li Ren had made it this far.

But luck was running low. Anger powered her through the hatefully-heated hours, combined with the slight distraction of the pain in her feet. Her body was drenched with sweat, and her dress clung tight to her lithe, slender frame. Each movement she made was raw and lacking in the practiced discipline one usually had when traveling. These were harsh, forced movements that drug limbs through sand, that let arms sway to and fro, that let her head lilt forwards slightly, as rivers of saltwater made their mark on the country that was her face. Her body groaned in protest, screamed in desperation, but nothing would stop the girl from escaping this desert. Not even fate itself. Not even a band of bandits or slaves could get her to stop herself now.

As night came, the sweat-slicked figure removed the fur coat that she had covered her head with, and threw it over her shoulders. The buttons were kept in perfect condition, and the soft, black fur enveloped her in an embrace as warm as a mother's love, and nearly twice as appreciated. The gentle caress of beast-fur on her skin kept her from feeling the immense cold as harshly, even as the fur dampened with the leftover sweat on her body. The chill traveled up and down her spine, and yet, the girl didn't stop moving. She refused. There was a limit to her willpower that had long since been reached. Now, there was only blind rage propelling her forwards. An intelligent girl, she had used something traumatic and terrifying to keep herself conscious. Memories of a former life. A former name, burdened her with movement. She could not stop. She was not allowed to stop for even a half-second. Not for a millisecond. If her muscles stopped their ceaseless work, than this decade would have been almost entirely for naught. Teeth grit against each other with enough force to crack, though the young girl managed to keep herself from doing so. Instead, she glared ahead with eyes brimming with hate, at a fire in the distance.

Moving without conscious need, the girl powered forwards, running along the sand and falling forwards, the sand catching under her nails as she continued to crawl her way up the slope without a single hint of stopping. Her eyes were fixated on the source of light and heat, one of the only throughout this entire godforsaken desert. The woman went unnoticed, in favor of the fire, as the young girl stumbled and clawed her way through the sand, into the camp, her body aching and screeching for release from this eternal burden that she bore. Her muscles cried and her bones screeched as the dehydrated girl, on the edge of unconsciousness thanks to dehydration and hunger, made her way into the woman's camp, and managed to bring herself to her feet as she ran. This attempt to self-flatter was quickly dropped, as the woman fell forwards and dropped to the ground, after a stumble that left her unable to move in the slightest, collapsed in front of the fire. Her head was turned slightly, hiding her gorgeous, feminine features from whoever this roaming woman was, and leaving only well-kept(save for the sand) hair and a black coat, as well as the pale skin of an exposed leg, facing Natalia.


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