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Kahl’l Nhbel
FACTION: Animus Manifesto
RANK:
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5 foot 8 inches
WEIGHT: 175 lbs
EYES: Dark Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Dark Tan
CREDITS: ...
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Skin damage around left eye lid, and a scarred left iris
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH:
High
DEXTERITY:
High
CONSTITUTION:
High
INTELLIGENCE:
Average
WISDOM:
Below Average
CHARISMA:
Below Average
FORCE POWERS:
Force Sense
Force Leap
Force Speed
Force Defend
Force Body
Force Bond with Ledo and Yuki'squa
Force Drain (But he has to physically touch them)
SKILLS:
Hunter Monk
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Own Style
Mimicked style of Ledo of Animus Manifesto
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
He has yet to like certain things, except for his family at the monastery, since he was raised as a monk he was only taught to do chores and meditation. But when he is curious about certain situations or objects he is intrigued. He loves hunting. He has not much to dislike, other than feeling helpless. He does fear his nightmares though.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Growing up he trained himself heavily in physique, despite the fact that it wasn't required of him. He is a dedicated student of any arts he puts himself into, or trained into. He is a good hunter, and a quick learner. He is disciplined a monk. Physically and mentally, he is in top shape.
During a hunt with his brother monks, he was involved in an accident that damaged his left eye. Though the eye recovered, it was left scarred, and does not give a perfect vision as his right eye. Even though he is force sensitive, he can't do a basic force powers like telekinesis.
GEAR:
Daggers and Blades.
SHIP:
PETS:
N/A
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Kahl'l is medium-heavy build, as a consequence of his desire for strength. He has a dark tan because his home was in the mountains. He has no regard for proper attire because image was something he ignores.
PERSONALITY:
Kahl’l is loyal to those he hold dear, raised as a monk he was taught to always work together with his brothers, but he is also capable of finishing tasks alone. He is well-disciplined, and is dependable in any psychological or physical demand. Because he lives outside of civilization he is often struck by curiosity when encountering a new event or object, a trait Father Nhbel, monk, nourished in Kahl’l. He is not embarrassed to be ignorant of something, he never learned to be ashamed of it. Despite his kind nature, he is also an irrational killing machine. When he is confident in a battle he is decisive and calm, but when he is afraid or excited in a battle he becomes into a murderous force not to be dealt with alone.
Kahl'l desires for power, and what drives his desire is his fear of a demon, that he sees in his dreams, who his out for him. Because of his fear and desire for power he has often acted irrationally, maybe it might reach to the point of insanity, but he hardly notices his irrationality.
He is a hard worker and thinks of nothing more than accomplishing his work.
Because he is good natured, he can be manipulated by the right forces. But he can still distinguish between right and wrong when he is sober.
Kahl'l desires for power, and what drives his desire is his fear of a demon, that he sees in his dreams, who his out for him. Because of his fear and desire for power he has often acted irrationally, maybe it might reach to the point of insanity, but he hardly notices his irrationality.
He is a hard worker and thinks of nothing more than accomplishing his work.
Because he is good natured, he can be manipulated by the right forces. But he can still distinguish between right and wrong when he is sober.
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
He has yet to like certain things, except for his family at the monastery, since he was raised as a monk he was only taught to do chores and meditation. But when he is curious about certain situations or objects he is intrigued. He has not much to dislike, other than feeling helpless. He does fear his nightmares though.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Growing up he trained himself heavily in physique, despite the fact that it wasn't required of him. He is a dedicated student of any arts he puts himself into, or trained into. He is a good hunter, and a quick learner. He is disciplined a monk. Physically and mentally, he is in top shape.
During a hunt with his brother monks, he was involved in an accident that damaged his left eye. Though the eye recovered, it was left scarred, and does not give a perfect vision as his right eye. Even though he is force sensitive, he can't do a basic force powers like telekinesis.
HISTORY:
Epilogue: A Wail In The Market
Father Nhbel arrived in the city after treading the mountains for three days. Every now and then he’d visit the modern slums of the city in search of his vice, except for that one day, that day there was some disturbance that he couldn’t shrug off. He knew the city well, which corner to turn, which pipe that leaked, and which bar was the loudest, but he felt he had to go in the wrong direction; opposite from his vice. Deeper into the city were mercenaries parading, black market dealers negotiating, and women in questionable attire posing. His cloak was appropriate for the scene, especially when he entered the busy market.In the center of the market a baby was crying, synchronizing with the noise around it. The infant was inside a basket floating around the fountain. No one seemed to hear of it, or everyone was ignoring it. Father Nhbel reached out to the basket, to keep it away from the statues that gushed water. “There’s a baby in here,” he cried out. “Is someone missing a child?” Onlookers would stare at him for a second, but would return to their business after. He held the basket and stood quietly waiting for its mother or Father to return. He peeked and saw that it was human.
The crowd slowly vanished as the sun started to set. The infant was asleep and content with the silence. Father Nhbel went to the nearest open shop to buy some soft food, and a thick hide. Outside the city he looked at the child and felt disappointed. “You took me away from my path,” he said. “I hope you can survive our three day trek.”
Chapter Zero:
Kahl’l was meditating with his brothers. He peeked to see if the elder monks were around, none were around. He took a fist-size ball from his garment and threw it at one of his brothers. The brother cried foul play, everyone snickered. They knew someone threw a ball. One of the young monks then picked up the ball and threw it to someone else. The thump of the ball drew another snicker from the group. Kahl’l managed to dodge the ball eyes closed. He picked up the ball and threw it at one of the twin monks (Sivelo and Alelto Nivir ). The ball stopped midair, and then it flew out of the window.“We can play tomorrow Kahl’l,” said the twins in harmony. “Not when our fathers are watching.”
“The Great Spirit seeks only those who are willing,” said a voice. Everyone returned to meditation, since they knew who the voice was.
Chapter One: The Monastery.
Kahl’l was done with all his chores, and even had time to do the others’ poor work, but he was still energetic. He was looking for an elder monk to ask of any other task, but he found none. His younger brothers were outside playing with balls and sticks. He wanted to join them, but not until all work was done. Then he saw an older Brother, loitering suspiciously in the corner. He wanted to know if there was any work, but the Brother ran before he could come close. They were in a harsh chase, though both avoided making a mess. It was astonishing that Kahl’l could keep up with the monk despite his size. The monk could slip into tight turns, but Kahl’l could emulate nonetheless.The chase ended when the older Brother locked himself into a Father’s room. Kahl’l wanted to break the door, because of the monk’s foreign behavior, but he restrained; he was also taking all the air he lost form the chase. He waited until someone would come to assist him. He was waiting at a hall that was new to him. Even though he spent most of his youth in the monastery, the place was still a puzzle for him. It would probably take a decade and a half to fully know the monastery that lie in the mountains. He looked at the engravings, shone by candles, marked on the wall while waiting, but he couldn’t read it. Monks his age were only taught meditation, defensive martial arts, and berry pickings, not the languages of the ancient engravers.
The door opened itself after half an hour. Kahl’l was taken aback by the situation, but he knew it was safe to come in. It was his Brother he chased after all. The room was dark and enormous; he had to take a candle with him inside. He found a stairway headed down. There was barely any hiding place, or way out other than the stairway. He also sensed that what he was looking for was below.
Beneath was a path of lit candles headed to a chamber. When he entered he found everyone waiting for him. His twin monk brothers and twenty other Brothers, the brother he chased, Father Nhbel, Father Natas, Father Nivir, Father Ihtur, and the two Great Fathers, Great Father Ihtur and Great Father Nivir were staring at him.
“No matter what the situation is, you always manage to place yourself in a unique position,” said Father Nhbel.
“Why is everyone here?” asked Kahl’l.
Father Nhbel embraced him and said, “Happy Birthday, son. You’re thirteen now. You’re old enough to hunt with your brothers. I’m sorry you missed the entire feast, but you were supposed to be here four hours ago.”
“It’s my fault, Father,” said the Monk who ran away from Kahl’l. “I told him to go to his room after he was done. I didn’t expect him to do everyone else’s work. I tried to find him as fast as I could.”
“All is well my son,” said Father Nhbel. “Kahl’l is strong. He will survive the night. At least he is left with some of the bread.”
After eating his meal Kahl’l asked why his brother monk ran away from him. The brother joked that he thought Kahl’l was going to eat him. The real reason was that the older monk thought Kahl’l was not ready.
Chapter Two: The Hunt
The monks were hiding under animal hide covered in dirt, grass, and broken wood. Kahl’l and the others were not so far from the main hunters. Their first duty was to learn from the experienced hunters, watching them up close. The prey was a beast called Thulasar, a six legged, horned, fat mammal with tusks that feeds on grass or shrubs. Though herbivores the Thulasars are known for being aggressive to species not their own. They use their long horns and weight to attack predators, and, although, large in size they are quite fast. What’s even more dangerous was that they only feed at night.The Hunt was starting as one monk attacked a Thulasar with his blade and net. The hunter monks slowly encircle the beasts, and systematically chose the strong adult Thulasars. Taking one adult took an average of forty minutes for a group of three monks, as its hides were thick and their horns and tusks were dangerous. Luckily none of the Thulasars attacked the young monks.
The second duty of the inexperienced hunter monks was to carry the dead Thulasars to the monastery. They were ten in each group, with two older, slightly experienced, monks to supervise. Kahl’l and the others found a Thulasar lying on the grass. They threw the chains over it and started tie the knots. The Thulasar suddenly woke up in fear. It weaved through the monks easily. The twin monks tried to lift the beast off the ground with the force, but they only manage to do it in a tiny fraction of a second. Most of the monks tried to hold onto the chains, only to lose it again and again.
The Thulasar escaped the hunters, but along with it was a child crying for help. Father Nhbel knew it was Kahl’l’s voice that called for him. He quickly leapt from where he was to where the voice was closest. The cry was fading fast. The Thulasar was running away from Father Nhbel, and with it was Kahl’l with his leg wrapped with chains. The child was beaten from the dragging that took. Nhbel quickly sensed danger. He noticed that they were close to the western zone of the mountain where geysers spew acid. From quite a distance he almost flew towards the beast. He drew a sword that lights up as bright as the sun, and cut the chain from his son.
Despite his efforts they were already at the zone. The geysers spew its deadly juices. Nhbel could only cover so little of the bleeding child. Some of the acids dropped on him and Kahl’l, but some of the gushing acid formed an unnatural angle, away from Kahl’l and Nhbel. An explosion of kinetic energy pushed the acid away from the two. Nhbel jumped four times higher than any normal human is capable of, and landed on a nearby mountain crack.
Upon arrival at the monastery the child was quickly treated. He was covered in blood and dirt, and some of his flesh was torn deep. He was practically blind and immobile. They quickly found the best medic, from some forgotten war, to assist in his treatment. But they didn’t store any hope, since it was apparent that the child wouldn’t survive the night.
Chapter Three: The Healing
Miraculously Kahl’l survived the night, and three more days. But he still had some minor scars. Some of his burned skin regenerated, yet his left eye lid was left with a burn mark, a reminder of how things can go wrong in a split-second. He spent most of the week in Father Nhbel’s living quarters, recovering. During the day he would watch his brothers play and meditate. Only at night did the trauma show its remaining horror, as he howls for terror.After a week of his miraculous recovery, he was visited by his brothers. He saw that he was not the only one injured, as his brothers greeted him with their crutches, but no one shared his fate, it seems. At midnight he wished not to fall asleep. He wanted nothing more than be awake for the rest of his life, since in his sleep does the nightmare not end.
In the second week of his recovery Father Nhbel confronted him about his dreams.
“It’s childish,” said Kahl’l, “to still fear dreams.”
“I am still afraid of some things too, my son.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m afraid of losing you and your brothers.”
Kahl’l smiled.
“I have something that will help you heal faster. Open your mouth and close your eyes.”
“Is it sour,” he asked cautiously.
“This is better than medicine. Now please close your eyes.” And Kahl’l did. Then father Nhbel placed a small round object on Kahl’ls tongue. It was sweet and solid on the outside, yet it burst with such liquid sensation that Kahl’l was surprised. “It’s called star burst candy, it’s hard to find this candy…. It was thirteen years ago when I found you in the same city where they sell this candy. You were calling for me, Kahl’l. I found you at the market in Kahl’l district, alone and crying. Nobody noticed but me. I almost left you alone, but chances are slavers would find you. I didn’t have any other reasons to go down to the city other than buying these candies; the Great Fathers would throw a fit if they find out I’ve been sneaking candy in here…. Well, after I left you in the monastery, I came back to look for your parents. I tried for two years, but I’ve given up.”
“I’m happy here with you and everyone else.”
“I know. But wouldn’t it be happier if you’re not afraid of your dreams. It would make me happier knowing that you’re peacefully sleeping…”
“It was a monster,” Kahl’l muttered.
“A Thulasar!” he whispered.
“No. It was something else, a demon. It was always looking for me wherever I went. I was in cities I’ve never been before, and this demon was always stalking me. It was always attacking me. It attacked you and everyone else in the monastery. It wants to hurt everyone. It’s strong, Father. I asked it what it wanted. It never talks, it only hurts people. I’m not exactly sure what I see in my dreams, but I’m afraid of it.”
“You know it’s chasing you, correct?” Father Nhbel asked. “You should prepare for it.”
“How?”
“Become stronger. Ask for The Great Spirit to give you the strength to protect everyone.”
“But The Great Spirit wouldn’t choose me. It hasn’t chosen me. It connected with everyone else. Sivelo and Alelto were chosen by The Great Spirit when they were nine. It doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“That’s because you’re not listening, and the twins have each other to rely on. It’s unfair to compare yourself to two people. I’ll tell you a secret, but I want you to take everything I say by heart.”
The child nodded.
“The Great Spirit told me about the small, skinny, monk named Kahl’l. The Great Spirit is preparing something just for you, but didn’t say what it was. For now, while you’re growing up, I will be your brother and help you get stronger. You have to be patient. The Great Spirit chooses you when it is your time. And not everyone has been chosen, only seven brothers were chosen out of forty. I’ll tell you another secret… this one I know I shouldn’t tell you…”
Kahl’l was hooked.
“Father Ihtur was chosen at the age of fifty.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. You have enough secrets. Now go to sleep…. You will become stronger.”
Chapter Four: Farewell
Kahl’l was behind a hill, barely hidden except for the cloak of the night and his midnight garment. It was all too exciting for him, so he rushed to the nearest Thulasar. The beast stopped upon seeing the monk. It swung its tusk at him, but he dodged it easily. He slashed his blade at its horns to only scratch it. The Thulasar dashed at him. He dodged it and lodged his blade at its soft fleshy thigh. The older monks encircled the Thulasar, chained it, and killed it.
Another Thulasar passed through Kahl’l, without even a thought he threw his chain and it wrapped on the beast’s tusk. He quickly tied the chain to a tree, and managed to slow down the beast. He faced the Thulasar and stared at its eyes with passion. Before the Thulasar could attack he skewered his blade into its eyes, killing the brain. The thulasar fell by his blade alone. He suddenly felt the urge to lick the blood off the blade. He couldn’t taste anything. He felt the rush cooled down, and swung his head to see who saw his majestic victory. The twins and Nhbel saw.
Nhbel walked to him and said, “We only take what we eat, son.” He wiped the blood off Nhbel’s cheek.
Kahl’l was embarrassed.
At the monastery the monks were storing the meat for the coming winter, since Thulasar meat are the only food supply they have for the winter. A portion of the meat was prepared for a night feast, thanking the Great Spirit for ensuring the monks safety.
“I thought I was naïve to have you in front of the hunt, Kahl’l,” said Nhbel, who was drunk with juice. “But you did good. You do listen, and you do analyze matters carefully.”
Kahl’l said thank you and shied away.
“The way you behaved was stupid and reckless,” said Sivelo.
“It was like having a Thulasar beside you,” said Alelto.
“Big, dark, and no brains,” said the twins simultaneously.
Everyone laughed, and Kahl’l too. Kahl’l and the twins were one of the few young monks allowed to join the front of the hunt at the age of seventeen.
Father Nhbel and Kahl’l arrived in the city after treading the mountain trail for three days. Winter was almost over, but they managed to arrive safely. They arrived at Kahl’l Market district and sat at its center fountain. It was busy as the day Nhbel found the Kahl’l, mercenaries were dealing, prostitutes were selling, and merchants were shouting. They were both covered in the garments of the monastery, but they blended well.
“Are you sure?”
“We’re already here, aren’t we,” said Kahl’l.
“The dream could mean something else.”
“I need to find the strength. That’s what the Great Spirit was telling me, strength to defeat the demon of my dreams. It will choose me when I have the strength to protect my family. I need to search the galaxy. That’s the reason why I’ve dreamt of cities.”
“We both know dreams could be seen in many ways.”
“What else could it be? In every dream I was too powerless to stop the demon.”
“It might be the Great Spirit, my son, not a demon.”
Kahl’l was surprised.
“I asked Great Father Nivir about your dreams—”
“But you said you will keep it a secret.”
“No, you said you wouldn’t want to be laughed it…. Great Father Nivir thought your dreams are really yours alone, and only you know the answers. I trust that you will choose the right path.”
It was Kahl’l’s third visit to the city, but this time he won’t be coming back to the monastery. Only a few of his brothers knew that he won’t be back, including Father Nhbel. The sun was almost setting, so Father Nhbel started to head off to the trail. Kahl’l planned to accompany his father about a third of the way the trail for herbs and berries that bloom at sunset.
The two were side by side.
“You can tell me if you want to change your mind. No one will think less of you,” said Nhbel.
“No I really do need the berries,” said Kahl’l.
Someone shot a Blaster pistol at the dirt in front of the monks as a warning shot. Bandits came out of the mounds they were hiding from. There were eleven bandits that surrounded them, all with Blaster rifles.
“Take off your robes,” said the leader bandit. The two monks followed his demand. “We don’t have all day, give us what you have and we’ll let you go safely.”
“Honorable criminals,” said Nhbel. “You will let us pass.” Nhbel waved his hand.
“I don’t know what planet you’re in, but you’ll pass once you’ve donated to our plight.”
The two monks dropped bags of coins, food stash, and their hunting gear; spears, swords, and daggers.
“You can keep your primitive weapons. All we need is the money and the snack.”
“You won’t survive the trail father,” said Kahl’l.
“I can resupply back in the city,” said Nhbel. “Just do what the kind man says Kahl’l.”
“Your father is smart kid. No one gets hurt once we get what we want,” said the leader.
One of the bandits gathered the bag of coins and food stash. When he bent his neck he saw that the elder monk had a blaster tucked in a sash. He reached out to grab it, but Kahl’l reacted and snapped the bandit’s fingers back. The bandit screamed and fired his pistol at Kahl’l.
Kahl’l dodged the first few shots and picked up his blade. He cut the hand of the closest bandit he found. He knocked the bandit out and hid behind a rock. Blasters were firing behind him, but the blasters firing started to decrease. He saw that his father was holding a saber that lit as bright as the sun, only that this light was green, and this sword deflected the blaster shots. Nhbel was moving faster than Kahl’l has ever seen; it was as if watching someone dance. Kahl’l saw a bandit behind Nhbel. He jumped high and gripped his blade tight. He hacked off the bandits arm. The bandit screamed.
Nhbel jerked his head to see the bloody bandit screaming. He was shot at the shoulder when he was mesmerized by Kahl’l’s glaring eyes. He used the force to take the last blaster rifle away from the bandit who shot him, and sliced the rifle.
Kahl’l saw the incident. He dashed towards the bandit and drove the blade through the bandit’s chest. The bandit was still breathing and holding on to him. He took out a dagger and drove it through the bandit’s chin, exiting the skull.
“No Kahl’l…. I wasn’t hurt…” Nhbel gasped. He wasn’t injured, just scratched.
One of the bandits died, two were severely injured, one had a minor injury, and the rest were disarmed. Most of the bandits who encountered Kahl’l met the worst fate. The bandits left with nothing. Nhbel was disappointed with the incident. He could have stopped it peacefully.
Kahl’l helped Nhbel stand up. “What is that father?”
“This?” he looked at the lightsaber. “This shows that you don’t have faith in the Great Spirit.”
“This is it.” He snatched the lightsaber away from his father. “This is what I need to defeat the demon!”
Nhbel used the force to take the lightsaber back. “You’re not ready, son.”
“But I am now! There’s none better than me with a blade. The twins can’t even—”
“You’re not ready!”
Kahl’l lowered his head, and looked away. He saw the body of the bandit he killed. It was barely mutilated, but in an instant Kahl’l was frightened and ran away from the site. He forgot to say goodbye his father.
Chapter Five: The Beginning
Kahl’l spent months in the city working as an errand boy. He fit well with every occupation, and was disciplined enough to finish every job perfectly. Everyone liked him because of his kind and conservative personality, but for the most part they liked him because he doesn’t say the wrong things. It was easy for him to gain friends and allies, since he follow orders well. His employers could count on him, but everything was not well, because he felt trapped in the city. He felt that he was barely accomplishing anything, other than delivering this thing to that store.After working his job he saw the same bandits that almost robbed him and his father heading outside the city. He quickly returned to his room and carried with him his blade, spear, and daggers. He caught up with the bandits, but now they were thirty of them gathered in a camp. He knew he was outnumbered. In the bandit camp he heard that they were planning to steal a ship. It was in the plains, and the pilot wasn’t there yet.
Once he heard the plot Kahl’l went ahead to warn the pilot. He was hours earlier than them. He waited until he saw of what looks to be the pilot of the ship. The pilot saw him standing beside his ship.
“Hurry!” Kahl’l cried out. “Bandits are coming to steal your ship!”
Then a stampede of hover bikes echoed through the night. It was the bandits, all thirty of them. Half of them surrounded the pilot, and the other half went to the ship. They surrounded Kahl’l and the ship.
Kahl’l dodged their rifle fires and hid behind the ship. One of the bikes got close to him. He dismembered the leg along with the pedal bike. He managed to dismount one bandit with his spear. He tried to ride it but failed to control the hover bike. It flew to the ship wrecking its wings and booster.
“Damn it! This is a lost cause,” screamed a bandit.
They leave the ship, but each one of them was quickly killed by the pilot with his lightsaber. The pilot used the force to destroy their bikes, throw them, and electrocute them. Everyone died before Kahl’l could make a step.
He stood shaking, ignorant of what he should do. He felt his life was on the line unless he acts correctly. The pilot past him and went inside the ship to gather some things. He was ignored. The pilot went out of the ship and started go towards the city. Kahl’l knee was weak. He could hardly move.
“I want it,” rasped Kahl’l. He was breathing heavily and hardly looked straight.
“You want what?” asked the pilot.
“Power.”
KILLS
:DUELING RING MATCHES
:GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES
:ROLE-PLAYS
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