Background: During one of their hits they were betrayed by one of their own: Karg. He had been payed off by the crime lord they were set to kill. Ambushed and outnumber, they tried to flee. All were killed except Kevas and Willow. Though they survived they did not escape unscathed. Willow especially suffered a vicious wound at the hands of Karg. Kevas arrived at his brother's home with his daughter barely alive in his arms. After forcing his brother to care for Willow in his absence, Kevas left to seek revenge.
4. Personality: The number one thing in Kevas' life is his family. They're safety and happiness is all he really cares about. It's the sole reason why he keeps going. Without his family, Kevas is left without a purpose and does nothing but wallow in his depression and self-loathing. However, Kevas always seems to be on the look out for more to add to his family so that he's never alone. To his family, Kevas is loyal to a fault but to others, not so much, men especially. Kevas has a hard time trusting other men as so many have betrayed him in the past. He'll drink with them, he'll laugh with them, but he'll get no closer. Women on the other hand, can easily wrap him around their finger. The troll likes to think of himself as a gentleman as well as a ladies man and is always eager to please. Still, the troll refuses to become romantically involved with anyone as a form self-punishment for his actions.
Besides drinking, the troll's biggest bad habit is locking away his emotions, even from his family. Kevas can almost always be seen with a cheerful smile but whether it's real or not is hard to tell. He sees himself as his family's pillar of support and fears if he show's a sign of weakness, then they can't rely on him. Eventually this dam breaks, and when that happens there's only one thing Kevas will do: drink till he collapses. Kevas is also very secretive about his past, speaking very little of it or just fabricating a back story for himself. He also refuses to pry into the past of others unless he has to.
Kevas is generally a laid-back and easy going fellow. If someone spits in his face, Kevas will shrug it off. If someone insults him, Kevas will merely jab back playfully. If someone picks a fight with him, Kevas will try to worm out of it (unless of course Kevas wanted that person dead in the first place). However there are somethings that easily set him off. If someone wastes liquor, especially his liquor Kevas will go on the attack. If someone touches his hat without permission Kevas will break their hand. If someone attacks or hurts a woman Kevas will immediately jump to her aid (something that's gotten him into trouble multiple times). Lastly, if someone hurts his family or someone he loves, Kevas will go to extraordinary lengths to see that person suffer.
Despite living in a world inhabited by gods and spirits, Kevas is extremely secular. It's not that he doesn't believe in their existence, in fact he's met more than one, but he refuses to believe in them and actually out right despises them. It all comes back to Lith. While he knows she died because of him he blames them for not stepping in and doing anything. He's come to believe that spirits and gods do nothing but toy with the lives of mortals for their own fun and personal gain and thinks that everyone would be better off without them.
5. Previous Game Developments: Kevas was involved in a horror/mystery game named Elegante. The characters there were subjected to the whims of an insane captain and his crew. While Kevas was there he learned about the death of his entire family. That knowledge drove him into depression, though he hid it well. Over time he slowly got over it and even found a new family. Vie, Catpaw, Sarea, and Alice were all passengers on the boat that became his sisters. He even managed to find a best friend in a woman named Nel.
After a rather traumatic experience with his shadow, Kevas entered another deep depression that his sisters and friends helped him out of. Afterward Kevas sought help from Talia, one of his friends, and she helped him work through his past. Shortly after that the two fell in love. Since then Kevas no longer blamed himself for his past and instead decided to become a man that would make his family, both new and old, proud.
Although Kevas got along with most, there were two on the ship that he couldn't stand. The first was Ganondorf and ,like most of his fights, they fought over a woman named Nabooru. For the most their feuding stuck to name calling and subtle jabs at one another, but when Nabooru disappeared Ganondorf lost control and killed a drunken Kevas. Though Kevas certainly had no love for Ganondorf, it was nothing compared to the hatred he had for Jinx. After learning Jinx had forced himself on another on the boat, Kevas took whatever opportunity he could to beat the man since death was no longer permanent.
6. Appearance: Kevas stands a little above seven feet tall. Although taller than most, this is about average for a troll. He hunches slightly making him look shorter than he actually is. His body is thin and wiry with no excess fat. Like all trolls, his ears are long and pointed like an elf's. His long nose is a darker shade of blue than the rest of his body. He has dark red eyes, two fingers and a thumb on his hands, and two toes on his feet. Each of his fingers, thumbs, and toes end with thick claws. Despite his long years of fighting, Kevas appears to have no scars. All he has is a large patch of darkened skin on his chest. It was once a large burn scar but after paying healers several treatments it's been mostly removed. His hair is dark green, though it is kept under his purple, wide-brimmed hat most of the time. Needless to say he has very bad hat hair.
7. Abilities: After starting his training when he was only a child and having about fourteen years worth of field experience, Kevas is a highly trained assassin. Though he can't be called a swordsman, Kevas is deadly with his twin swords and skilled with throwing weapons, mostly axes. Without his weapons, Kevas is trained in hand-to-hand combat but not nearly as capable as he is with his swords.
He has an extensive knowledge of herbs, knowing which make effective poisons and which make antidotes for those poisons.
As a troll he has the ability to regenerate making him extremely resilient and hard to kill.
After intense training, Kevas can wrap his shadow around his body, bending the light around him and becoming invisible. The ability is most effective at night and in dark places but can still be useful during the day. Anyone within five feet should be able to make out his outline. Kevas can also his use cloak of shadows turn his body into a thick, shadowy mist. Any spells directed at him, both good and bad, will simply pass right through him. Last, Kevas can use his shadowstep to move through the shadows and reappear directly behind his target. This only works when there are shadows to move through.
While in the keep his invisibility will only last for a maximum of thirty minutes before it tires him out. His clock of shadows and shadowstep will tire him out much quicker and can only be used a few times a day.
Last but not least, Kevas can consume a copious amount of alcohol before passing out.
8. Languages: Common, Zandali, Orcish, and he can read and write Thalasian.
9. Items: His hat, armor, a few flash pellets, and the clothes he had on him.
10. Weapons: A pair of swords and a dagger, all of them will be blunted.
11. Writing sample - Third Person Prose: Kevas was quite proud with himself as he strolled through the streets of Booty Bay. Today was his little girl's birthday and though she told him not to make a big deal of it every year, every year he ignored her. Just because Kevas didn't have one shouldn't mean his daughter didn't get one. This was her day and he was determined to make it special for her. The gift he got her should go a long way in doing that.
He grinned at the finely wrapped gift in his hand. For the most part Kevas was awful at giving gifts. Williow wasn't much of a hat person so that ruled that easy answer out. The years before, Kevas got her things such as knives or thieves tools, but all that did was remind her that they killed people for a living. This time Kevas nailed. The gift was perfect. He could just see the smile on Willow's face.
While Kevas' attention was on the gift, a blood elf suddenly crashed into him. Though Kevas easily outweighed the elf, his momentum was enough to knock Kevas off balance. Another elf behind took the opportunity to catch his leg and knock him to the ground. Even if they had tried to be subtle Kevas would have known what was going on. He had done it enough times himself to be an expert at it. They were pickpockets. When the first elf crashed into him Kevas felt his coin-purse being stolen. Worse, during the confusion, one of the theives had gotten their hands on Willow's gift. His coin-purse he could lose but the gift? That he had to get back.
Kevas was back on his feet in an instant. The elves hadn't gotten far and Kevas took after them like a shot. As fast as Kevas was there was no way they could outrun him for long. They seemed to realize that too and ducked into an alley. Kevas followed after them. He gained on them steadily through the twisting alleyways no matter how hard they tried to lose him. Finally the chase ended at a decrepit house in a back alley.
“Whole lotta good dat did jah,” Kevas said with a smirk.
One of the elves knocked on the door behind them and they each drew a dagger. For a moment there was silence, then the door opened. A burly, one-eyed human stepped out of the house brandishing a large hammer.
“What do you two want?”
The first elf pointed at Kevas.
“Ya got caught again?”
“Just help us kill him you fool!” snapped the second elf.
“Alright alright, don't get yer panties in a twist.”
The human whistled sharply and was soon flanked by an axe wielding dwarf and a Forsaken with two swords.
“Right, how about ya make this easy fer us and stay still?”
“How 'bout joo hand ovah my t'ings and we call dis even?”
“No can do my green friend,” the big man advanced towards him with the others.
“Don't wanna play fair? Fine. Neiddah will I,” not that Kevas was going to. Reaching into a pouch on his belt, Kevas pulled out a small pellet and threw it against the ground. The pellet burst into a cloud of smoke engulfing most of the area.
“Where did he go?!” an elf shouted in panic.
“Maybe he ran?” said the other.
Seconds later a pair of throwing axes flew from the smoke striking down the elves.
The large man snarled and turned towards his other cronies, “Don't just stand there! Git in there!”
Neither of them looked happy about that order but did as they were told. Shortly after they entered someone grunted and the sound of battle followed shortly. There was a scream and then nothing. When the smoke finally cleared, Kevas stood between two corpses wielding his swords and grinning smugly.
“Should have just stayed in bed today,” the man muttered.
“Joo can always go back. Just gimme my t'ings and I'll leave.”
“Sorry boy, it's the principal of the matter now.”
Kevas shrugged his shoulders, “Don't say I nevah gave jah an out.”
The one-eyed man charged Kevas, swinging his hammer madly. Kevas easily dodged out of the way and struck the man on his side with a sword. He snarled and swung his hammer again. The blow came faster this time but Kevas still avoided it, jumping backwards. There was a loud snap when he landed. Looking down, Kevas saw that he landed on Willow's gift. His heart leapt into his throat. He had been so busy fighting he didn't pay attention to where the present was.
A growl brought Kevas' attention back to the fight. He barely had enough time to parry the man's next attack. The blow itself was powerful enough to knock Kevas into the house behind him. As he regained his balance, Kevas saw his opponent striding towards him much more confidently, stepping on the gift as he did. Something inside the troll snapped. He stared at the brute with a cold hatred, and then seemingly melded with the shadows behind him.
“What the...” was all the man said before Kevas emerged from his shadow and drove a sword through his stomach. He gurgled on the blood that rose into his throat. The only that kept him standing was Kevas' grip on his sword. For a moment Kevas thought about leaving him like this, to bleed out on the floor, but the troll didn't leave loose ends. With a swing of his other sword, Kevas beheaded the man.
After wiping the blood from his swords and placing them back into their sheaths, Kevas walked over to Willow's gift. It was completely crushed along with any hope of its contents being undamaged. Kevas picked it up and sighed before leaving the alley. His coin-purse was completely forgotten.
It was early evening when Kevas returned to his home. He was instantly greeted by a hug from Willow. When he didn't return it she looked at him confused.
“Dad?”
He said nothing, and only handed her the crushed gift. Still confused, she took it and opened it. Inside was a flute, or more accurately, two halves of a flute. She took the pieces and examined them before smiling back at her father.
“I love it,” She said with a smile and wrapped her arms around Kevas in another hug. Suddenly that pride he had felt earlier returned to him and he put his arms around his daughter.
12. Writing sample - First Person Prose: Mon, I tell joo, I had a helluva week. It started at Ratchet. Da bartendah had dis new drink he wanted me ta try. Called it a ‘Mind Erasah’ I t'ink. Anyway, so I drink dis t'ing and it wasn’t dat bad actually. Den, all of da sudden everyt'ing goes black.
When I come to I don’t know where da hell I am! All I know is dat I be in dis bed wid dis smokin’ hot orc. Dough I ain’t complainin’ mon. Bettah den when I woke up wid dat gnome girl in my bed. So I’m layin’ dere, lookin’ dis girl up an’ down, when dis uddah orc busts in. He started screamin’ and hollahin’. Not sure what about cuz I grabbed my stuff and got da hell outta dere mon. Jumped out da window. Dat’s when I black out again.
Da next time I come to, I hear all dis shoutin’ and chantin’ and stuff. Den I notice dat it be coldah den Onyxia’s tit. I was in da middle of Wintahspring mon! Dere were all dese uddah guys dere too and across from us was dis big ass group of Alliance. Den someone shouts “Charge!” and we all start runnin’ at each uddah. Den it all goes black again.
I wake back up, and I be back at Ratchet mon. I be covered in cuts and bruises and I smell like I haven't washed in weeks. Da bartendah is standin’ ovah me smilin’ and says “How joo like dat one?”
Mon, I look him straight in da eyes and say “Could be strongah.”
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During one of their hits they were betrayed by one of their own: Karg. He had been payed off by the crime lord they were set to kill. Ambushed and outnumber, they tried to flee. All were killed except Kevas and Willow. Though they survived they did not escape unscathed. Willow especially suffered a vicious wound at the hands of Karg. Kevas arrived at his brother's home with his daughter barely alive in his arms. After forcing his brother to care for Willow in his absence, Kevas left to seek revenge.
4. Personality: The number one thing in Kevas' life is his family. They're safety and happiness is all he really cares about. It's the sole reason why he keeps going. Without his family, Kevas is left without a purpose and does nothing but wallow in his depression and self-loathing. However, Kevas always seems to be on the look out for more to add to his family so that he's never alone. To his family, Kevas is loyal to a fault but to others, not so much, men especially. Kevas has a hard time trusting other men as so many have betrayed him in the past. He'll drink with them, he'll laugh with them, but he'll get no closer. Women on the other hand, can easily wrap him around their finger. The troll likes to think of himself as a gentleman as well as a ladies man and is always eager to please. Still, the troll refuses to become romantically involved with anyone as a form self-punishment for his actions.
Besides drinking, the troll's biggest bad habit is locking away his emotions, even from his family. Kevas can almost always be seen with a cheerful smile but whether it's real or not is hard to tell. He sees himself as his family's pillar of support and fears if he show's a sign of weakness, then they can't rely on him. Eventually this dam breaks, and when that happens there's only one thing Kevas will do: drink till he collapses. Kevas is also very secretive about his past, speaking very little of it or just fabricating a back story for himself. He also refuses to pry into the past of others unless he has to.
Kevas is generally a laid-back and easy going fellow. If someone spits in his face, Kevas will shrug it off. If someone insults him, Kevas will merely jab back playfully. If someone picks a fight with him, Kevas will try to worm out of it (unless of course Kevas wanted that person dead in the first place). However there are somethings that easily set him off. If someone wastes liquor, especially his liquor Kevas will go on the attack. If someone touches his hat without permission Kevas will break their hand. If someone attacks or hurts a woman Kevas will immediately jump to her aid (something that's gotten him into trouble multiple times). Lastly, if someone hurts his family or someone he loves, Kevas will go to extraordinary lengths to see that person suffer.
Despite living in a world inhabited by gods and spirits, Kevas is extremely secular. It's not that he doesn't believe in their existence, in fact he's met more than one, but he refuses to believe in them and actually out right despises them. It all comes back to Lith. While he knows she died because of him he blames them for not stepping in and doing anything. He's come to believe that spirits and gods do nothing but toy with the lives of mortals for their own fun and personal gain and thinks that everyone would be better off without them.
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After a rather traumatic experience with his shadow, Kevas entered another deep depression that his sisters and friends helped him out of. Afterward Kevas sought help from Talia, one of his friends, and she helped him work through his past. Shortly after that the two fell in love. Since then Kevas no longer blamed himself for his past and instead decided to become a man that would make his family, both new and old, proud.
Although Kevas got along with most, there were two on the ship that he couldn't stand. The first was Ganondorf and ,like most of his fights, they fought over a woman named Nabooru. For the most their feuding stuck to name calling and subtle jabs at one another, but when Nabooru disappeared Ganondorf lost control and killed a drunken Kevas. Though Kevas certainly had no love for Ganondorf, it was nothing compared to the hatred he had for Jinx. After learning Jinx had forced himself on another on the boat, Kevas took whatever opportunity he could to beat the man since death was no longer permanent.
6. Appearance: Kevas stands a little above seven feet tall. Although taller than most, this is about average for a troll. He hunches slightly making him look shorter than he actually is. His body is thin and wiry with no excess fat. Like all trolls, his ears are long and pointed like an elf's. His long nose is a darker shade of blue than the rest of his body. He has dark red eyes, two fingers and a thumb on his hands, and two toes on his feet. Each of his fingers, thumbs, and toes end with thick claws. Despite his long years of fighting, Kevas appears to have no scars. All he has is a large patch of darkened skin on his chest. It was once a large burn scar but after paying healers several treatments it's been mostly removed. His hair is dark green, though it is kept under his purple, wide-brimmed hat most of the time. Needless to say he has very bad hat hair.
7. Abilities: After starting his training when he was only a child and having about fourteen years worth of field experience, Kevas is a highly trained assassin. Though he can't be called a swordsman, Kevas is deadly with his twin swords and skilled with throwing weapons, mostly axes. Without his weapons, Kevas is trained in hand-to-hand combat but not nearly as capable as he is with his swords.
He has an extensive knowledge of herbs, knowing which make effective poisons and which make antidotes for those poisons.
As a troll he has the ability to regenerate making him extremely resilient and hard to kill.
After intense training, Kevas can wrap his shadow around his body, bending the light around him and becoming invisible. The ability is most effective at night and in dark places but can still be useful during the day. Anyone within five feet should be able to make out his outline. Kevas can also his use cloak of shadows turn his body into a thick, shadowy mist. Any spells directed at him, both good and bad, will simply pass right through him. Last, Kevas can use his shadowstep to move through the shadows and reappear directly behind his target. This only works when there are shadows to move through.
While in the keep his invisibility will only last for a maximum of thirty minutes before it tires him out. His clock of shadows and shadowstep will tire him out much quicker and can only be used a few times a day.
Last but not least, Kevas can consume a copious amount of alcohol before passing out.
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9. Items: His hat, armor, a few flash pellets, and the clothes he had on him.
10. Weapons: A pair of swords and a dagger, all of them will be blunted.
11. Writing sample - Third Person Prose: Kevas was quite proud with himself as he strolled through the streets of Booty Bay. Today was his little girl's birthday and though she told him not to make a big deal of it every year, every year he ignored her. Just because Kevas didn't have one shouldn't mean his daughter didn't get one. This was her day and he was determined to make it special for her. The gift he got her should go a long way in doing that.
He grinned at the finely wrapped gift in his hand. For the most part Kevas was awful at giving gifts. Williow wasn't much of a hat person so that ruled that easy answer out. The years before, Kevas got her things such as knives or thieves tools, but all that did was remind her that they killed people for a living. This time Kevas nailed. The gift was perfect. He could just see the smile on Willow's face.
While Kevas' attention was on the gift, a blood elf suddenly crashed into him. Though Kevas easily outweighed the elf, his momentum was enough to knock Kevas off balance. Another elf behind took the opportunity to catch his leg and knock him to the ground. Even if they had tried to be subtle Kevas would have known what was going on. He had done it enough times himself to be an expert at it. They were pickpockets. When the first elf crashed into him Kevas felt his coin-purse being stolen. Worse, during the confusion, one of the theives had gotten their hands on Willow's gift. His coin-purse he could lose but the gift? That he had to get back.
Kevas was back on his feet in an instant. The elves hadn't gotten far and Kevas took after them like a shot. As fast as Kevas was there was no way they could outrun him for long. They seemed to realize that too and ducked into an alley. Kevas followed after them. He gained on them steadily through the twisting alleyways no matter how hard they tried to lose him. Finally the chase ended at a decrepit house in a back alley.
“Whole lotta good dat did jah,” Kevas said with a smirk.
One of the elves knocked on the door behind them and they each drew a dagger. For a moment there was silence, then the door opened. A burly, one-eyed human stepped out of the house brandishing a large hammer.
“What do you two want?”
The first elf pointed at Kevas.
“Ya got caught again?”
“Just help us kill him you fool!” snapped the second elf.
“Alright alright, don't get yer panties in a twist.”
The human whistled sharply and was soon flanked by an axe wielding dwarf and a Forsaken with two swords.
“Right, how about ya make this easy fer us and stay still?”
“How 'bout joo hand ovah my t'ings and we call dis even?”
“No can do my green friend,” the big man advanced towards him with the others.
“Don't wanna play fair? Fine. Neiddah will I,” not that Kevas was going to. Reaching into a pouch on his belt, Kevas pulled out a small pellet and threw it against the ground. The pellet burst into a cloud of smoke engulfing most of the area.
“Where did he go?!” an elf shouted in panic.
“Maybe he ran?” said the other.
Seconds later a pair of throwing axes flew from the smoke striking down the elves.
The large man snarled and turned towards his other cronies, “Don't just stand there! Git in there!”
Neither of them looked happy about that order but did as they were told. Shortly after they entered someone grunted and the sound of battle followed shortly. There was a scream and then nothing. When the smoke finally cleared, Kevas stood between two corpses wielding his swords and grinning smugly.
“Should have just stayed in bed today,” the man muttered.
“Joo can always go back. Just gimme my t'ings and I'll leave.”
“Sorry boy, it's the principal of the matter now.”
Kevas shrugged his shoulders, “Don't say I nevah gave jah an out.”
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A growl brought Kevas' attention back to the fight. He barely had enough time to parry the man's next attack. The blow itself was powerful enough to knock Kevas into the house behind him. As he regained his balance, Kevas saw his opponent striding towards him much more confidently, stepping on the gift as he did. Something inside the troll snapped. He stared at the brute with a cold hatred, and then seemingly melded with the shadows behind him.
“What the...” was all the man said before Kevas emerged from his shadow and drove a sword through his stomach. He gurgled on the blood that rose into his throat. The only that kept him standing was Kevas' grip on his sword. For a moment Kevas thought about leaving him like this, to bleed out on the floor, but the troll didn't leave loose ends. With a swing of his other sword, Kevas beheaded the man.
After wiping the blood from his swords and placing them back into their sheaths, Kevas walked over to Willow's gift. It was completely crushed along with any hope of its contents being undamaged. Kevas picked it up and sighed before leaving the alley. His coin-purse was completely forgotten.
It was early evening when Kevas returned to his home. He was instantly greeted by a hug from Willow. When he didn't return it she looked at him confused.
“Dad?”
He said nothing, and only handed her the crushed gift. Still confused, she took it and opened it. Inside was a flute, or more accurately, two halves of a flute. She took the pieces and examined them before smiling back at her father.
“I love it,” She said with a smile and wrapped her arms around Kevas in another hug. Suddenly that pride he had felt earlier returned to him and he put his arms around his daughter.
12. Writing sample - First Person Prose: Mon, I tell joo, I had a helluva week. It started at Ratchet. Da bartendah had dis new drink he wanted me ta try. Called it a ‘Mind Erasah’ I t'ink. Anyway, so I drink dis t'ing and it wasn’t dat bad actually. Den, all of da sudden everyt'ing goes black.
When I come to I don’t know where da hell I am! All I know is dat I be in dis bed wid dis smokin’ hot orc. Dough I ain’t complainin’ mon. Bettah den when I woke up wid dat gnome girl in my bed. So I’m layin’ dere, lookin’ dis girl up an’ down, when dis uddah orc busts in. He started screamin’ and hollahin’. Not sure what about cuz I grabbed my stuff and got da hell outta dere mon. Jumped out da window. Dat’s when I black out again.
Da next time I come to, I hear all dis shoutin’ and chantin’ and stuff. Den I notice dat it be coldah den Onyxia’s tit. I was in da middle of Wintahspring mon! Dere were all dese uddah guys dere too and across from us was dis big ass group of Alliance. Den someone shouts “Charge!” and we all start runnin’ at each uddah. Den it all goes black again.
I wake back up, and I be back at Ratchet mon. I be covered in cuts and bruises and I smell like I haven't washed in weeks. Da bartendah is standin’ ovah me smilin’ and says “How joo like dat one?”
Mon, I look him straight in da eyes and say “Could be strongah.”
13. Tattoo: Around his neck.
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