Kyilor's world is one where death is only avoided through extreme cunning, skill, wariness, and a healthy dose of luck. Lucky for the former heir to the Union's Matriarch - can make his own.
Life in the Union's Court has made him an exceptional liar (able to weave compelling lies and remember them), a charismatic diplomat, and a master of manipulation. There are few that rival his way with words, and everything Kylior says is meticulously thought out with an air of intent behind it. He understands that by speaking too much you can dig yourself into an early grave, while also knowing that words can win battles easier than the fist. His skill with a blade is only rivaled by the sharpness of his mind, the man excels in all intellectual pursuits and is always willing to indulge in the written word. Naturally curious, he is eager to learn how things work even if it means taking it apart to do so. This applies to his interactions with people as well, and he is eerily insightful/perceptive - often able to figure out people's motivations and what makes them tick after only minutes of conversation. Paranoid to the extreme, Kylior believes that no one's intentions can be taken at face value and rarely trusts. His life has been hard, he has been betrayed constantly and has only ever been able to fall upon himself and a select few alies. He often rejects help, and believes every action comes with strings attached. In this respect he is an eternal pessimist. He hides himself behind walls, barricades his feelings behind an air of cold superiority, yet is often disillusioned with his decisions. He fully believes that the end justifies the means and does not shy away from violence or morally ambiguous decisions. He holds extreme self-loathing for himself. When Kylior's emotions get the best of him he is a fearful enemy, and he doesn't nothing by half's. When he hates it is with his entire being, when he experiences sorrow it is crushing and all consuming, when in the presence of his friends he loves them with a passion. He is resolute and steadfast in his beliefs, and loyal to a fault with those he trusts. So confident he is in those he has chosen as friends that he is easily blinded by them. Kylior stands at about 6'6, slender, wiry, and nimble. The structure of his face isn’t entirely human, it’s sharp vaguely dangerous looking and made frightening by the pointed, elf like ears his wavy, snowy hair is tucked behind. Blunted ivory fangs curl behind his lips, coming to a blunted point. Forest green irises sit on top sickly yellow scleras with pupils entirely absent. Kylior's skin is pale, and refuses to tan, pocket marked with scars all over his hands, arms, legs, and a deep one across his chest. |
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~ Mood varies from wanting to jump off a cliff to stoic crying mess to having a strong desire to prove everyone they were wrong about him
~ Adept fighter ~ Hides behind emotional barriers because he has serious inadequacy issues ~ Trust issues ~ Daddy issues ~ Is constantly cold ~ Is proud of his Mog heritages, doesn't find it shameful ~ His Phalanx was his family and he fully understands why they did what they did, it doesn't mean he wants to accept it ~ Has a slight accent that sounds privileged and royalish but no one can pinpoint what it resembles ~ Is a total nerd ~ Would want to be a geneticists if his father hadn't crushed that dream ~ Reads alot ~ Likes cloaks |
~ Likes natural cold colors (greens, blues, greys)
~ Hair is very soft and he takes alot of pride in it ~ Used to get teased about his ears so he has a habit of covering them with his hair ~ Tall and doesn't realize it, will bump into door frames and ship corridors ~ Touch starved, while also uncomfortable with physical contact ~ Once trust is earned = ally that will follow you to the grave ~ Actually pulls his lip back to show fangs with threatens/angry/scared ~ Also pins ears back when scared/angry/sad ~ Naturally curious ~ Is very angry but mostly just sad ~ Calm and collected/perfect diplomat ~ Spins lies easily, master manipulator, silver tongued ~ Ten steps ahead - Father was mentally and physically abusive |
~ Cunning
~ Morally grey ~Doesn't wear gloves when using his Ujian so his hands are scared from the power of the weapon ~ His Ujian has four forms, that of a black hited knife, an elegant parting broadsword, a common electromechanical pistol, and a curved short sword. ~ If the Union had the music we do now Kyilor would be a huge Macklemore fan ~ Most Mogs believe that a strong name with many harsh consents makes a good warrior, and that soft vowels make an intellectual scholar. So Kyilor, with his mix of K, R, and L lend him strength and Y,I, and O give him intelligence. He doesn't believe this himself, but takes pride in the name his mother gave him, even if it alienates him from pure blooded humans with their traditional names. ~ Wants peace, but believes fully in the end justifies the means ~ Tolerates physical pain very well ~ Enjoys intellectual purists ~ "Victory or may my blade claim my life!" |
Son of the current Matriarch and a genetically engineered specimen tasked with protecting the Union's leader, Kyilor's life was destined for hardship from the start. As a child he was curious and trusted easily, perceiving the world through eyes tinted with innately young innocence.
Yet, he was constantly ousted by his peers for his strange appearance and unpure bloodline. However, he was largely sheltered and protected by his mother who loved him fiercely. Under her guidance he learned about the ways of the Mogs - cultivating a respect and connection to his heritage that persists to this day. He was allowed to study anything he wished, being drawn to biological research, and often spent his days alone for his mother still forfilled her duties as a guard to the Matriarch. Kyilor didn't mind, much preferring the company of the written word to that of his peers. So he grew studious, curious, and serious albeit rather socially uninclined. 1) Assumptions - never 2) Learn - always 3) Ignorance is folly, those who are narrow minded will always be weak |
"My father is a complicated man - yet my hatred of him can not be overstated. It knows no bounds, no limits and I look upon the time where he held my unwarranted admiration to be of the upmost shame."
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Near his sixth birthday, Kyilor's mother died as all Mogs (who have greatly shortened lifespan because of their genetic holes) do. He was forced to seek refuge from his father, to escape being sent to one of the many work camps that all nonpurebloods are faced with when orphaned. For his entire life he had admired his father from afar, hearing only tales of his vast knowledge and fortitude from his mother. Kyilor's intelligence and awe amused the Matriarch and he was tentatively given a title as heir to leadership.
This came along with a new set of burdens (the least of which was being forced to accumulate to the new court society) and his innocence slowly drained away as he was attacked and harassed because of his linage. His father thought that with these attacks his son would rise to prove his worth or succumb to the weakness of his heritage - either being fine with him. To survive, Kyilor quickly relived he would have to adapt. This new enivorment was no different from the puzzles that he solved with his mother. He just needed to find what made the place tick. He came to realize that emotions in the court (if not anger) would be perceived as weakness, which was synonymous with death. And so he closed himself up, vowed never to let his enemies see him cry, and drove himself to work harder. Often he stood at the outskirts of his fraternizing peers listening and learning, so that when Erica threatened to take his evening meals he could retaliate with telling her father she was sneaking out with a servant or when Samuel challenged him to spar he could utilize the knowledge that earlier that week Lizam had struck him on the knee and it was still unhealed or when Nicolas thought he could one up him by telling his father he was studying astrology instead of reports from the war he had plenty of time to set fire to his books, finish the reports, and let it slip to Nicklaus's girlfriend that he was pursing someone of higher status. Court life was a deadly dalliance of knowing when press advantages, spin lies, and lisen. He found that speaking too much, trusting too freely, and relying on others quickly brought your downfall. There was no quicker way to ensure death than to confide in those who would sell you out to someone offering mere crumbs. Kyilor reflected on this while he trained and refined his skills and studied, understanding that most battles can be won by the mind rather than the sword. To destabilize years of relationships he only had to speak a sentence, to have his enemies fight one another he only had to stay out of the line of sight, to keep himself alive Kylior learned to speak only when necessary and to never trust. Court life taught him that relying on other's can only bring pain and to thrive you must only seem to hold all the cards. People are ignorant, they will throw themselves in the fire if you convincingly tell them it will bring salvation. 4) Trust - never 5) Observe - always 6) Emotions cause folly, to not have a handle on one's emotions ensures they will always be weak |
His Classification at eight rewarded him with Silver, and his father grew less interested in him. He was "offered" (ordered) a chance to leave court and govern a planet. At eleven, Kylior packed his bags and left the court - colder, older, and more dangerous than when he had arrived. The planet he had been given was recently conquered from the war front with the Commonwealth. He governed hands on with the locals, observing their ways and cultures. They didn't hate the Union, quite the contrary, and where happy to just have a glimpse of peace.
The planet, Serveinas, was a major refueling outpost for the war effort. For four years he lived there, tentatively letting down some of the barriers he had built at court. He grew more and more disillusioned with the man he used to admire, seeing first hand the suffering the Union brought to the worlds it "united", how the people suffered in poverty while the core worlds rolled with wealth. He voiced this dissent via hologram at the next court meeting, forgetting one of his core rules in his anger at the unjust treatment to people of Seveinas. Retaliation came swift and merciless, the whole planet turned into a labor camp, Kylior's command stripped away, the citizens whom he had come to call friends executed as traitors. 7) Attachment - never 8) Plan - always 9) To rely on others is folly, it ensures you will always be weak |
At sixteen, after a year of bitterness, thoughts of revenge, and crushing self pity, Kylior like all others his age was given his Assignment. His assignment, his lifelong occupation, was that of a Kahkorr. Each member of the Court Council has a special Kahkorr unit (called a Phalanx) that is the equivalent of a special ops strike team. Kahkorr's have one distinct weapon which they are revered for - the Ujian. A Ujian allows it's user to transfer their conscious back in time, and takes extreme amounts of focus and will power to do so. The more neurological power the farther a person is able to send their consciousness back, the reason for teams of Kahkorrs. Kylior was "given" the honor of establishing a Phalanx for his father (the previous one had scummed to a Commonwealth attack, and he constantly heard his father berate them for their weakness)
Each Phalanx consists of five members, and Kylior took his newfound Assignment of finding his teammates very seriously - in a little under a year he would be on the front lines fighting for the glory of the Union. He also saw it as a way to please his father, and a small part of him (one he was unable to crush) fluttered with excitement at the thought. So he got to work, journeying from planet to planet in search of people who he thought would be beneficial to his Phalanx. One member of the Matriarchal Phalanx was filled of course by him - the Silver Kahkorr, leader of the team. Yet to have a successful team, one that would bring honor to the Matriarch and put the other Councilor Phalanxes to shame, he would have to rely on others (something he had never done before) and he was going to make damn sure that those others where the best they could be. He found his first Phalanx member by complete accident on a trading planet. He had stopped to refuel and pick up supplies, mildly amused when he found himself the victim of a pick pocket. Such a feat it was to him that someone could manage to nearly touch him and catch him unaware, that he offered his first Phalanx position to the theft once he rediscovered her. Ithaca Swindon - fifteen, orphaned, Purple Classification, 12.5 % Mog - was as wary and untrusting of strangers as Kyilor prided himself to be. He found his first impression of her to be lack luster, the average height meek girl whose only defining attributes was the almost nebula colored hair and pupiless sugar grey eyes that spoke of her unclean lineage. Nevertheless Ithaca became the first member of his Phalanx, and as they searched for their other three members Kylior was struck by her quick wit, adaptability, intelligence, sarcastic optimism, and an insight that rivaled his own. He quickly found himself enamored and trusted her more than anyone before. Kylior saw her as an equal, something he had never noted in anyone his age prior, and was experiencing something akin to the bond between siblings. 10) Judgement - never 11) Protect Ithaca - always 12) To view someone based on first impressions or status of birth is folly, it ensures you will always be weak. |
The next three months Ithaca and Kylior traveled from planet to planet, in search for more Phanlax members. During that time, the two slowly learned about one another and walls where let down. Though the budding of their relationship wasn't without turmoil, as Kylior often found himself at odds with the stubborn and strong willed Ithaca.
In fact, it was because of Ithaca's insistence that they take a break from their search and stop at a pleasure planet that actually aided in their discovery of another member. The pleasure planet, along with offering many accommodations (Kylior was in fact, the heir to the Matriarchy even if he didn't look it), had an area that Ithaca dragged him to. Much to their horror, instead of witnessing a horse race or boxing match like they had anticipated, the two where front and center for a Impure Blood Match. In which children, or descendants of Mogs, would fight to the death or to the yield (though no one ever did, yielding was dishonorable. After all one of the Union rules was Victory or may my blade claim my life) for the pleasure of the watching Union Citizens. Unable to leave without causing a commotion, Kylior and Ithaca watched as the announcer excitedly told that they had a treat on their hands today. The current champion Axum, was to face her mother the long standing champion of another planet's arena. When Axum entered the arena, Kylior was struck with her appearance. She looked almost completely Mog, and if he hadn't known that these where Impure Blood fights he would have considered her as such. Long fire red hair, that swirled down from black roots, framed her rather broad face pupiless violet eyes, and hulking, broad body. She bared her ivory fangs at the crowds roar, and she pushed her hair behind her ears revealing slender pointed ears, much like Kylior's. From beside Kylior, as Axum's mother (almost identical to her, but with lighter skin - the Champion's was a fine polished burnt umber) entered the arena, Ithaca looked as if she was going to throw up and as she pressed up against him he drew his hair over his ears. The crowd hadn't seemed to notice that they themselves where of Impure Bloodlines as well - there would be no telling what they'd do if they did. As soon as Axum caught sight of her mother, her ears lowered and pressed up against her head, something that no one would notice if they didn't have Mog like ears themselves. Yet even with Kylior's enhanced hearing he couldn't quite catch what the two where saying among themselves. The announcer called out the beginning of the match, and the roar of the crowd died down at the two combatants stared at one another. After moments of silence Axum threw down her weapon and called that she yielded. The crowd roared their dissent as Kylior and Ithaca fled, but not soon enough to not see Axum's owner shoot her mother as the former Champion was dragged out of the arena. Back in their hotel, Ithaca and Kylior sat in silence until she declared that they needed Axum as their next phalanx member. It didn't take long to track her down, and they negotiated a price to free her from the arena. And thus Axum, 75% Mog, Red Classification, fifteen years old - who was as angry on the outside as Kylior was on the inside, whose emotions often clouded her extreme intelligence, whose convictions lay outside the typical rules of the Union, became the third member of his phalanx. 13) Pleasure Planets - never 14) Victory or may my blade claim my life - not always 14 1/2) Protect Axum - always (though she doesn't need it) 15) To yield is not always folly, and it doesn't lose you honor or make you weak. |
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Not much time passed before the trio became a quartet. If fact, it was a little under three weeks when they accidentally busted a human trafficking operation and claimed another member.
With the pleasure planet behind them, the three continued their quest - all while Kylior and Ithaca adapted to Axum's presence. Though it wasn't hard, their third member wasn't nearly as unfriendly as her bristling exterior seemed to convey. They where in the market place of a bustling city center when Axum, with her amazing hearing that Kylior was often jealous of, detected a group of children hidden in an abandoned building. When the three discovered what they had infact found, children stolen from their families to be sold into slavery/prostitution, Kylior angerly told the planet's stationed soldiers and demanded action. The trio loitered around for a week while the children where returned to their families. It came to their attention that one of the children didn't have any family members that wanted or where alive to claim her. After some discussion and persuasion, the Matriarchal Phalanx added another member. The petite girl, who barely reached Kylior's shoulder, with tanned skin, cascades of purple and lavender hair growing increasingly lighter as it reached it's end and wide ocean blue eyes, Aaliyah - barely fourteen, 12.5% Mog, Orange Classification - whose name Axum noted meant "Ascender" quickly warmed up to the two female members of the Phanlax, Axum in particular. The two where never far apart, and it was through the older girl that Aaliyah began to show her true colors. She was playful and mischievous (childish at times), quick to experience any emotion deeply, yet was wary of Kylior. Actually she was wary of all men in particular, and it took a great deal of patience and carefulness (something Kylior often found himself in short supply of) to gain her trust. He understood her in a way the other's couldn't, because of his own abusive past with his father, and slowly she began to accept him. Once she did, Kylior found that in every way he had to protect this child who believed in him. The girl was an excellent addition to their team. Between Axum's anger and Ithaca's stoic seriousness, the team could use some of Aaliyah's levity. 16) Planetary Soldiers are NOT efficient 17) Protect Aaliyah - ALWAYS 18) To not give someone a reason to trust you is folly, allies who you can't rely on ensure your eternal weakness. |
Months passed, and while the team functioned well (more than well, for the first time dare Kylior say he felt safe? Wanted? Like he had a family?) they where still short one member.
And, not for a lack of looking, they couldn't seem to find one. Kylior was reaching his one year mark, in which the Phalanx would be initiated and sent off to the front. And if the Matriarchal Phalanx didn't have their fifth member by that time they would be assigned one - and no one wanted that. It was Aaliyah's suggestion to just go make a member, which after his initial reprimand of the idea Kylior actually thought about. They couldn't go make a fifth member of course, Mogs didn't get classifications - thus they didn't get Assignments, but perhaps they could get a child of Disparate Bloodline. It was common knowledge that sometimes, the biotechnicians who modified genomes messed up and a child was produced without the wanted modifications. The children, unlike Mogs who where improperly made, couldn't be terminated because it was considered murder because they weren't made but instead conceived using the germ cells of a Union Citizen. These children where often given to orphanages, but more often kept in Cryostatus until their sixteenth birthdays in which they would be awakened, Classified, and given an Assignment. Kylior, Ithaca, Axum, and Aaliyah decided to make a pitstop at one of these facilities. After some initial confusion, a helpful worker took them into a back room with seemingly sleeping children on medical tables. While the rest of his Phanlax observed the rejected Disparate children, Kylior found himself drawn towards the end of the room where children where increasingly older. The oldest Disparte in the room was nearly sixteen, a few months younger than Ithica. Charcoal hair, streaked with ashy grey and platinum framed lovely chestnut brown eyes. She was tall, striking, bird-like and Kylior found himself asking what had gone wrong with her modification. The employee had responded that her parents had wanted their child to have a darker complexion, as the girl was rather pale. After speaking with Ithaca, Axum, and Aaliyah, they decided that this was to be their fifth member. They where usurered out of the facility, and waited for about a week before they where called and told that Elidi Zalika- sixteen, White Classification - was their fifth member. She fit in well with them, mostly because she was rather quiet and allowed Axum and Aaliyah to do most of the talking. But Kylior found her calm, silent presence to be reassuring (often he would hear amused huffs from her) and when she did speak it was always taken seriously. So, for his seventeenth birthday Kylior surrounded himself with his completed Phalanx, with his friends, and entered a new phase of his life. 19) Biomodification - never 20) Phalanx first - always 21) Not relying on your Phalanx is folly - it means eventually, without them, you will be weak. |
Years passed with Kylior on the fount with his Phalanx. With every mission his bond with them grew, and these where some of the happiest years of his life.
However, his father increasingly demanded more and more running the Phalanx ragged. After a mission where the whole teams barely escaped with their lives, Kylior approached his father anger fueling his confrontation. As his father belittled him, the silver Kahkorr's loathing and hate grew - until as his father drew his hand back to hit him he drew his blade on the man. The ensuring battle almost saw Kylior win, but his normally sharp mind was addled by his father's cruel remarks about his Phalanx and his mother - so he made mistakes. The Matriarch was able to win the fight, though Kylior was able to escape. He and his Phalanx retreated into exile and tried to strike up a communication with the Commonwealth, all while Kylior formulated a theoretical way to complete "jumps". Instead of only sending back a person's consciousness, he believed he had devised a way in which Kahkorrs could 'jump' their body from the future back into the past. 22) -Illegible- 23) -Illegible- 24) -Illegible- 25) Everything is subjective, what makes someone weak is entirely up to theirs and others perceptions. |
"And I...
I am so weak."
I am so weak."
Events in "Classified Assignment"
- Kylior has successfully created his hypothetical, modified Ujian that allows mental and physical "jumps"
- However, the first test jump he did resulted in the death of Aaliyah
- This fractured the team, and they grew more and more disillusioned with him and their exile. Kylior was increasingly more withdrawn and erratic.
- Elidi betrayed the team and gave Kylior's new Ujian schematics to his father to regain the Phanlax's position in the Union
- Kylior, so hurt by her actions and grieving Aaliyah, killed her.
- Ithaca and Axum, grieving shocked, and sacred, decided to take Kylior back to the Union and complete Meilai's deal with the Matriarch.
- Kylior knew this and completed a jump, six months into the past (Aaliyah still dead because of the way they messed up the time steam but Meilai alive)
- This is where Classified Assignment starts, yet we don't meet Kylior until we are introduced to the world by Rylen and Beckett.
- However, the first test jump he did resulted in the death of Aaliyah
- This fractured the team, and they grew more and more disillusioned with him and their exile. Kylior was increasingly more withdrawn and erratic.
- Elidi betrayed the team and gave Kylior's new Ujian schematics to his father to regain the Phanlax's position in the Union
- Kylior, so hurt by her actions and grieving Aaliyah, killed her.
- Ithaca and Axum, grieving shocked, and sacred, decided to take Kylior back to the Union and complete Meilai's deal with the Matriarch.
- Kylior knew this and completed a jump, six months into the past (Aaliyah still dead because of the way they messed up the time steam but Meilai alive)
- This is where Classified Assignment starts, yet we don't meet Kylior until we are introduced to the world by Rylen and Beckett.
Kylior (Back left) Axum (Back Right) Aaliyah (Middle) Ithaca (Front Left) Elidi (Fount Right)