Post by Gray Mouser on Feb 15, 2005 20:26:24 GMT -5
(Character: David Kheinmor.)
David Kheinmor. That name was supposed to mean something, something good, something .... right. But, sometimes he saw his name as burdon. A heavy weight that fell heavily upon his shoulders. A list of tasks set before him, great deeds done well before his time. A great list of names, both friends and enemies. Some he had never met. Some of those who were supposed to be enemies ... befriended. Some of those friends he held hatred for. But ... he was David Kheinmor, or more to the point, just plainly enough ... a Kheinmor. That was supposed to say it all. At least, that's what it felt like ....
Eric Kheinmor, his father. He trained so very hard, he had worked, and he had fought, and none questioned his name. He was a Kheinmor through and through. He had bloodied his knuckles, and broken his back over the Kheinmor name. He had strove to be the best, and suffered his trials. He had achieved so much, and greater still ... a wife. His mother ... his dear mother. Alex .... That name he thought with a sly grin, the damnable cousin!
Alexander Kheinmor. Named after someone great, someone who had placed all these prerequesites well before David's own time. The youngest to hit the legendary level of Shin Dragon. As hard headed as his own father Eric, and respected as a Kheinmor. His hatred for Damon ... the Ba'al of Destruction. A man David had befriended, a man whom he had great love for. He had even stopped Alex from killing him due to circumstance. But even David paused and questioned. Was there more of a reason behind it? He couldn't be sure. But Alex had set so many standards for David, being so young, being so quick to save the day. David all but broke his back and burst his heart trying to keep up.
Jao Kheinmor. His uncle. A man he seemed to be more like more than even his own father. David and Alex still had amusing debates over whether or not they were switched at birth to this day. But there was no one that had set standards as Jao Kheinmor himself. Legendary Swordsman, legendary holy man, legendary Hero. To never kill. To follow Christ. He couldn't even swear in front of the man, for fear of beratement.
But ... As much as he loved his father, as much as he loved his mother. As proud as he was to bear the name Kheinmor. Sometimes, he ... just felt like David Lynus. The man whom he had once been. The Kheinmors, all legendary men and women that had grown up within a world of magic and mystery. Great creatures and tales. And David Lynus, a man of Modern earth, sent there because of a deal made long ago. A babe, unknowing, cast away by his true parents for the sake of his own life. He had a job at the time, he worked at the Baltimore Aquarium. Adopted by the Lynus' family. Loving parents both. It might have been odd, a white boy growing up with two black parents. But they cared for him, and watched over him until the time where he would be brought back into the light. Knowing full well where David had come from, but silent for his sake.
For now, David walked, wearing the same golden Gi that he had chosen since accepting the position of Golden Dragon, back within the realm of the Nine Isles. Hair still as blond as the day he was born, now longer, falling to about his lower back. Maybe it was his black parents, but he had braided his hair into corn rows, braided strands of blonde swaying about his back as he walked. A man now, boy-ish thoughts drifting through his mind. Maybe it had truly been too long since he pitied himself. In fact, now that he tried to recall, he hadn't once in all this time. All his own trials, and never had he questioned. Never had he complained. He had fought, all because a boy from an aquarium was thrust into a fight. A fight over an entire race. A race that had hated him just for what he was. Something that he hadn't even known he was at the time. And yes ... the same Kheinmor blood that felt the thrill of battle burned through his blood. He wouldn't deny the smile he had at those times. The pumping of his blood, the euphoric taste of battle.
And this battle was the same place he had met his love. Tempest. So strong, so stubborn. David recalled he had broken her legs, her ribs, so many bones in her body that even he couldn't recount them all. But never .... never her spirit. And the moment she had crawled up his body, to try and continue the fight. Clawing at his clothing to reach him, pulling herself up, for the loss at being able to use her legs. Was the very same moment had fallen in love with her.
But ... everything he did seemed to end badly. All his good intentions, so many of them turned out wrong. In doing what he had thought was right, and neccessary, he had become the evil. He had bruised her so badly, physically mauled her to the point of death. He had begged her to stop and give in, to declare her defeat. A question he would have scoffed at, had it been asked of him. Was he a hypocrite, he didn't think so ... and he didn't try to be. But he certainly was that day.
The cry of help from another realm. A realm he knew nothing of, people he didn't know. People that asked him to defend them until his death. And his fatal flaw ... He couldnt refuse. It wasn't in his nature to refuse someone who asked of his help. And he had fought, and against Damon of all people. The Lord of Destruction wanted this realm for his own, and David had stood in his way. He had, had conversations with the Ba'al before. And he had always known, and told the Ba'al himself, that despite caring for the man. He would stop him at all costs, should he threaten the lives of anyone near him. He would give his last breath to stop Destruction. And ... he almost did. He had failed, and succeeded all at the same time. Damon had beaten back David mentally and physically. And there at the last Bastion of the realm, stood David, already battered from the fight, from countless encounters with Damon's minions. And Damon asked him a question, that of which David answered immediately.
"You would die here by my hands, rather than stepping down?"
Yes. Yes was the only possible answer he had, there was no other, no way there could be. They had asked for his help. And even at that dark hour, when he knew he was going to fail, he would not have left them. Damon had left, leaving an already beaten world. A realm that was almost totally his, he had but swipe aside the meager defense of David, and it was his. But ... he had departed. And why? David wasn't quite sure, even to this day. But the fact that in the end, because of circumstance, he had suceeded. But never in Davids mind. Only because of the Mercy of Damon was David alive.
And the most recent fight had hurt even more still, least of all himself. A hellish war, once more Damon at the forefront. The very sake of The Nine Isles going to the winner. And he so loved his Tempest, and so many more. He so loved his mother. How could he, in all that he was ... allow any of them to fight. Was it selfish, that he would die, and not allow them? Was it wrong of him, to fall in battle, and do secretly keep the facts of the war away from them? Perhaps ... But .... But he was a Kheinmor .... wasn't he? Wasn't that what he was supposed to do? Or ... or was that just David Lynus. Was he seperate at all? Was he his own person? Who knew. He did what he felt was right, and had once more hurt people he cared for. He had many things to make amends for. His reason for being here ... he now traveled toward his Fathers home. Toward his Parents. But not yet ... for now he had things to settle within his troubled mind. For now he was going to make the walk toward his parents home as slow as possible. He would get there in time ... and hopefully by then, his mind would would find a correct course. Hopefully by then, he would be more at ease. He wasn't looking forward to the 'yelling' he would recieve when he got there ... All because he was a "Kheinmor."
David Kheinmor. That name was supposed to mean something, something good, something .... right. But, sometimes he saw his name as burdon. A heavy weight that fell heavily upon his shoulders. A list of tasks set before him, great deeds done well before his time. A great list of names, both friends and enemies. Some he had never met. Some of those who were supposed to be enemies ... befriended. Some of those friends he held hatred for. But ... he was David Kheinmor, or more to the point, just plainly enough ... a Kheinmor. That was supposed to say it all. At least, that's what it felt like ....
Eric Kheinmor, his father. He trained so very hard, he had worked, and he had fought, and none questioned his name. He was a Kheinmor through and through. He had bloodied his knuckles, and broken his back over the Kheinmor name. He had strove to be the best, and suffered his trials. He had achieved so much, and greater still ... a wife. His mother ... his dear mother. Alex .... That name he thought with a sly grin, the damnable cousin!
Alexander Kheinmor. Named after someone great, someone who had placed all these prerequesites well before David's own time. The youngest to hit the legendary level of Shin Dragon. As hard headed as his own father Eric, and respected as a Kheinmor. His hatred for Damon ... the Ba'al of Destruction. A man David had befriended, a man whom he had great love for. He had even stopped Alex from killing him due to circumstance. But even David paused and questioned. Was there more of a reason behind it? He couldn't be sure. But Alex had set so many standards for David, being so young, being so quick to save the day. David all but broke his back and burst his heart trying to keep up.
Jao Kheinmor. His uncle. A man he seemed to be more like more than even his own father. David and Alex still had amusing debates over whether or not they were switched at birth to this day. But there was no one that had set standards as Jao Kheinmor himself. Legendary Swordsman, legendary holy man, legendary Hero. To never kill. To follow Christ. He couldn't even swear in front of the man, for fear of beratement.
But ... As much as he loved his father, as much as he loved his mother. As proud as he was to bear the name Kheinmor. Sometimes, he ... just felt like David Lynus. The man whom he had once been. The Kheinmors, all legendary men and women that had grown up within a world of magic and mystery. Great creatures and tales. And David Lynus, a man of Modern earth, sent there because of a deal made long ago. A babe, unknowing, cast away by his true parents for the sake of his own life. He had a job at the time, he worked at the Baltimore Aquarium. Adopted by the Lynus' family. Loving parents both. It might have been odd, a white boy growing up with two black parents. But they cared for him, and watched over him until the time where he would be brought back into the light. Knowing full well where David had come from, but silent for his sake.
For now, David walked, wearing the same golden Gi that he had chosen since accepting the position of Golden Dragon, back within the realm of the Nine Isles. Hair still as blond as the day he was born, now longer, falling to about his lower back. Maybe it was his black parents, but he had braided his hair into corn rows, braided strands of blonde swaying about his back as he walked. A man now, boy-ish thoughts drifting through his mind. Maybe it had truly been too long since he pitied himself. In fact, now that he tried to recall, he hadn't once in all this time. All his own trials, and never had he questioned. Never had he complained. He had fought, all because a boy from an aquarium was thrust into a fight. A fight over an entire race. A race that had hated him just for what he was. Something that he hadn't even known he was at the time. And yes ... the same Kheinmor blood that felt the thrill of battle burned through his blood. He wouldn't deny the smile he had at those times. The pumping of his blood, the euphoric taste of battle.
And this battle was the same place he had met his love. Tempest. So strong, so stubborn. David recalled he had broken her legs, her ribs, so many bones in her body that even he couldn't recount them all. But never .... never her spirit. And the moment she had crawled up his body, to try and continue the fight. Clawing at his clothing to reach him, pulling herself up, for the loss at being able to use her legs. Was the very same moment had fallen in love with her.
But ... everything he did seemed to end badly. All his good intentions, so many of them turned out wrong. In doing what he had thought was right, and neccessary, he had become the evil. He had bruised her so badly, physically mauled her to the point of death. He had begged her to stop and give in, to declare her defeat. A question he would have scoffed at, had it been asked of him. Was he a hypocrite, he didn't think so ... and he didn't try to be. But he certainly was that day.
The cry of help from another realm. A realm he knew nothing of, people he didn't know. People that asked him to defend them until his death. And his fatal flaw ... He couldnt refuse. It wasn't in his nature to refuse someone who asked of his help. And he had fought, and against Damon of all people. The Lord of Destruction wanted this realm for his own, and David had stood in his way. He had, had conversations with the Ba'al before. And he had always known, and told the Ba'al himself, that despite caring for the man. He would stop him at all costs, should he threaten the lives of anyone near him. He would give his last breath to stop Destruction. And ... he almost did. He had failed, and succeeded all at the same time. Damon had beaten back David mentally and physically. And there at the last Bastion of the realm, stood David, already battered from the fight, from countless encounters with Damon's minions. And Damon asked him a question, that of which David answered immediately.
"You would die here by my hands, rather than stepping down?"
Yes. Yes was the only possible answer he had, there was no other, no way there could be. They had asked for his help. And even at that dark hour, when he knew he was going to fail, he would not have left them. Damon had left, leaving an already beaten world. A realm that was almost totally his, he had but swipe aside the meager defense of David, and it was his. But ... he had departed. And why? David wasn't quite sure, even to this day. But the fact that in the end, because of circumstance, he had suceeded. But never in Davids mind. Only because of the Mercy of Damon was David alive.
And the most recent fight had hurt even more still, least of all himself. A hellish war, once more Damon at the forefront. The very sake of The Nine Isles going to the winner. And he so loved his Tempest, and so many more. He so loved his mother. How could he, in all that he was ... allow any of them to fight. Was it selfish, that he would die, and not allow them? Was it wrong of him, to fall in battle, and do secretly keep the facts of the war away from them? Perhaps ... But .... But he was a Kheinmor .... wasn't he? Wasn't that what he was supposed to do? Or ... or was that just David Lynus. Was he seperate at all? Was he his own person? Who knew. He did what he felt was right, and had once more hurt people he cared for. He had many things to make amends for. His reason for being here ... he now traveled toward his Fathers home. Toward his Parents. But not yet ... for now he had things to settle within his troubled mind. For now he was going to make the walk toward his parents home as slow as possible. He would get there in time ... and hopefully by then, his mind would would find a correct course. Hopefully by then, he would be more at ease. He wasn't looking forward to the 'yelling' he would recieve when he got there ... All because he was a "Kheinmor."