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Kione S'Andresalles

 

Name: Kione S'Andresalles
Age: 11, but looks and acts about 18
Eyes: large, soft brown
Hair: light chestnut brown, straight, shoulder-length
Species: Galoedin
Height: 5'9
Weight: 133

Marital Status: Single
Physical Description: Kione has a very slender, runner's build and fairly sharp but small features. Her hair comes down to shoulder length and is straight, and her eyes are a bit large, her jawline firm. All in all, she may be considered fairly pretty, but very normal.
Possesions: Her Onyx stone pendant hanging from a slender black cord.

Powers: Kione can make fire from her hands, and her tatooed left arm causes her great pain when evil such as the Forces of Chaos are near. Being of the Onyx Clan, she can make people cry by releasing a pheromone naturally produced by the Onyx Clan of Galoedin.

Story:    Abandoned as a child of five, Kione ceased to be Nevrarré Nevarean, when she lost her memory. A member of the Onyx clan of the Galoedin, she was lost, thrown out of the realm when a powerful bomb exploded nearby, wiping out virtually all of her clan. Found by strangers of a different people, the dirty, silent youngster was dubbed 'Kione'- One who comes from Nowhere. Adopted and taught how to talk again by two faeries, she became more or less normal, untill her foster parents died. Fortunately for her, she was soon adopted again and knew love in another family- the family of Onys and Eupheme S'Andresalles. Just as soon as she began to be a normal child again, she was kidnapped by a Dark League. She found out that she was somehow important in the future, but she was rescued to go back to Onys and Eupheme. Before this, however, the Dark League- the Forces of Chaos-, in seeking to use her, marked her for their own. On her left upper arm, she bears a strange blue design, their mark, which glows fiercely, causing great pain to her, whenever a Dark One is around. From the Angels of Darkness, another Dark League that was fighting for her, she acquired the ability to throw fire from her hands. The man, Konndish of the Forces of Chaos, who had kidnapped her became infatuated with her. He aged her when she was 11 years old so that she looked 18, and tried to force her to join them. Fortuantely, again she was rescued, but this time by her own people- the Galoedin. She went into intensive training so that she now not only looks 18, but acts it, most of the time.

    She kept the name Kione as a bitter reminder to herself that she has no true home, for her clan was despised by her race, and she feels comfortable nowhere. So she traveled, shy and fearful, traveling through the treetops when she can for fear of wolves below, for she is dreadfully scared of canines of all shapes and sizes. She has large brown eyes, much like a deer's, and a lithe, slender frame. She is of little strength, but she makes up for it with her speed. Her only jewelry is an Onyx pendant hanging from a slender cord that marks her as one of the Onyx clan, and she always dresses in all black, a reminder to herself of the people she came from.

    Her life took another turn around when she took in an abandoned baby by the name of Jade Lenowitz. Quickly, Jade consumed her life. For the sake of her darling adopted daughter with red hair and green eyes, Kione would do just about anything.


The Song that best describes her is Existence, by Kevin Max of dcTalk in his album Stereotype Be.

You come into the threshold of another starless night of fear
You're running from the demons that would drag you down again
Illusions of the world are spinning out of time and frame and synchronicity
You're so sad
You're such a sad-eyed girl
You're so sad in your sub-plot

Chorus:
What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is
All these politics of life and death and relevance
It's my existence

Another morning it comes running up your bedpost with the wind
You face yourself just like you always do, time and time again
The mortal coil of image, inner peace and satisfaction
And so you keep it on the down-low
Tell me baby was it worth it all

Chorus

Oh just take it all, make it work and make some sense
Just take it all,
You're my existence
You're my existence


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