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Description
☥ N a m e :
Kehnjusunamun – Goes by “Kehnj” (Ken- Ja)
☥ A g e :
1,910 – Mentality of 30
☥ B i r t h d a y :
January 1st
☥ S p e c i e s :
Vampire - Mage
☥F a c t i o n :
• Black
☥ J o b :
Security
☥P e r s o n a l i t y :
-Quiet
-Intimidating
-Protective
-Loyal
-Obedient
-Stoic
-Gentle
-Calculated
-Caring
Kehnj was raised to be a warrior and protect the pharaohs, He was very strictly trained to look after and care for who ever the pharaoh of his time was and with that came an almost emotionless personality, but at the cost of undying loyalty and obedience to those he needs to protect and look after. Underneath the stoic – cold shell, if anyone were to be around him enough they would know he cares greatly for the carnival and the people in it as it is his home and there are people there he’d dare to refer to as friends- while taught that he was to consider no one friends as he is just a ‘tool’ or a ‘weapon’ to be used, He still has a soul and a desire for companionship and friendship but he shows it in his own way by helping without being asked or taking charge to protect or look after those in the carnival- Not just in his faction. His Faction means a lot to him, but the carnival is his home and he’s not going to let a rivalry between factions stop him from coming to a fellow carnie’s aid. He is there for protection, and he intends to protect them and anyone not posing a threat to their way of life.
He can typically be found alone, lingering around the tents on in areas where he can keep an eye on things.
☥ H i s t o r y :
Kehnj was bred. He was born with the sole purpose in life to protect and serve in Egypt. He was born into a life of servitude all things shy of slavery. From the moment he could hold a sword he was trained to fight and trained hard. He was a special breed, his father a sorcerer of a distant land. He was to be the pharaohs personal guard.
At age twenty five when he proved himself worthy by killing his two brothers born of the same mother but different fathers and trained like him. Killing them earned him the virus that made him into the ideal killing machine. The ancient virus passed down through history reserved for ‘The great protectors of Egypt’
The vampire curse.
Along with his curse came his weapons made of solid gold blades making them extremely heavy, while with his strength he can flip them spin them and move them and carry them on his back as if they weighed nothing. Those were his weapons of choice.
Over time he became more skilled with the magic buried deep within him. Though having no real trainer and wanting to keep it secret he was very limited. His enchantments at best could trip someone or open a door, more less a push force was all he could seem to achieve.
When Ptolemy XII Died and Cleopatra took Egypt as hers so did she also acquire Kehnj as her personal guard and his Job officially began. He belonged to her from that moment foreword and did everything he was told and remained loyal even when she was forced to flee, He took her and her sister and tended them until time for return came and he smuggled her back into the Palace.
Life was well as it could be for someone owned by the queen never to age. Until which time Cleopatra committed suicide, commanding Kehnj to not allow anyone in while she did so. He, at the time, had no idea she intended to take her own life, and frequently thinks back on it. Had he of known he would have tried to stop he, as she was his to protect.
The death hit Kehnj hard. Thought to be trained out of emotions it affected him more than it should have emotionally, but he wasn’t given time to dwell on it. It came back as his fault. She died and it was his responsibility as she was Egypt’s last ruler. It was his fault Egypt fell to the Greek. As for punishment it was to be a slow tortured death.
Being raised with traditions he accepted his punishment allowing himself to be taken ready for death seeing as he no longer had a purpose.
Even his strong emotionless demeanor shattered when they took to torturing him, screaming loudly in pain and fighting to get away as they burned out his eye.
-
Having passed out from the pain and shock he came around hours later in a dimly torch lit area.
“You’ll watch your queen forever now…. We left you one eye.”
He didn’t understand. He could hardly keep his eye open from the intense headache but he managed to look around. He noticed the tomb first the walls with the writings… then the sarcophagus marked with Cleopatra’s cartouche.
What was the meaning of this? He didn’t understand. He tried to turn to the guard that spoke but he couldn’t move. His arms bound outstretched by golden chain engraved with ancient symbols. ‘vampire’ they read.
”You can’t break them, you won’t even be able to move when the tomb seals. You can see her off to the afterlife and look after her there. If you ever do die. Do things like you starve? The guard mocked him.
No this wasn’t what he wanted at all. He choose death, not an eternity of darkness. He bared his fangs and tried to move but there were chains even around his legs. He showed his fangs pushing back the pain in his head.
”Kill me!” He shouted, with his shout a blast of power escaped him slamming one of the guards back hard into the stone wall causing him to crumble leaving a smear of blood on the wall thrilling Kehnj’s senses. The others dropping the torch running for their lives as fast as they could. ”No!”
No amount of shouting could bring them back and his head hurt so bad he couldn’t manage to reach his power anymore, but he tried desperately. He couldn’t spend forever here! Not like this! The grinding of the tomb doors could be felt through the walls making him try and struggle more, but the guards were right…. He couldn’t break them. The ancient enchantments on the chains were stronger than him…and they sealed with the closing of the door causing the binding symbols etched in the stone around him to flash a bright color a moment making him go limp staring at the abandoned torch on the floor until it finally burned out sending a suffocating darkness around him.
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And there he waited, Forever in eternal silence, starved just to the point of death he couldn’t reach. He could do nothing. When his vampiric abilities seemed out enough through the sealing to heal his face enough… or maybe he healed like a human, he didn’t know. His vampire side has one last trick…. A deep slumber one that could only be rivaled by death.
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“This is it!”
“Michael, this has been ‘it’ seven times in the last four years. And all we ever find is rocks.”
“This is it, this is Cleopatra’s tomb I know it. This is the only map and finally I’ve figured it out! Imagine this find with Cleopatra’s needle going up in New York, Right now!”
“Or maybe it’ll just bring up the ill feelings from London four years ago… you know the the Bay of-“
“Yeah yeah Bay of Biscay, it was four years ago, damn Brits can get over it already, wanna go cry with them about a boat of idiots toppling over or do you want to help me and get rich?”
“Last time Michael… Last time.” The tall blond stumbled over some rocks. Trying to keep up with his white haired counterpart.
“Look!”
Shawn sighed running his face. “Yay, a rock.”
“No Loooook!” He rubbed his hand over some old Egyptian markings. “Get the men hurry!”
“Well I’ll be damned…”
It wasn’t until night they got into the tomb after working all day to slide the massive rock and chisel away at it but when they did of course Mike was the most eager to get in first stumbling around with his oil lantern. “Shawn get in here! Oh my god… We found it! We found it!”
“Quit getting excited we need to make sure this is her.” Shawn muttered skeptically lifting his lantern up to the wall pushing his little round glasses up.
“There’s a tunnel, come on.” Mike’s voice faded as he walked down the corridor. Shawn just rolled his eyes stepping back as the rest of their digging team made their way in hesitantly.
“Sir…. Sir… Evil is buried here…” one of the diggers hissed to him pointing to a strand of cartouches too old for Shawn to read.
“You can read that?” The man nodded. Shawn looked impressed opening his mouth caught off by a terrified shout from Mike down the corridor. Quickly Shawn and the rest of the diggers hurried down the hall finding Mike in the dark. – He’d dropped his lantern.
“Mike, what is it?!” Shawn asked noticing the sarcophagus his eyes widening hurrying over to read the name on it. It was her. “You great big… Oh my god… you found her, you really found her- Mike?” Shawn lifted the lantern to see Mike and the rest of the diggers stood petrified staring up at something on the wall, turning and lifting his own lantern he too nearly dropped his.
There chained to the wall. A corpse. Shriveled and dried but it’s mouth open slightly. Despite the dehydrated state of the body the teeth were clean and white sporting a pair of polished fangs. On the stone above the body a pair of solid gold swords perched covered in sand and dust of ages. They would be worth a fortune! Even the corpse’s chains were gold!
“We-…. We shouldn’t be in here. We should leave now and not touch anything!” One of the diggers pleaded “We have done enough damage.”
“Why was he put that way?” Mike finally spoke.
“This is a prison and a tomb, That… that is not human. Sir get away from it!”
“Enough of your superstition…” Shawn huffed reaching out touching the gold chain. “This man is dead, he’s been dead for nearly two thousand years. And he’s human just like the rest of us, Tribes in Africa file their teeth like that too.” He muttered absently as he ran his fingers over the golden shackle suddenly it unclasped, just as fast the withered hand seized him by the neck dragging him up to the fangs, the thirst too much for Kehnj to control.
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Kehnj stepped on the old news paper used for wrapping up a prop the two faces below his feet smiling broadly to the camera never reached his eyes, the head line reading- ‘MISSING: ENTIRE ARCHEOLOGIAL TEAM’ It was nearly a year ago now. To him, a year didn’t seem so long anymore but in this case… with all he’d learned… this new world… this new way of life…? It certainly had been a long year. He ducked the post of the tent being carried for the set up stepping over another post listening to the animals as he passed red tents and the cages, he’d grown use to the smell now, and really it was kept clean but animal were animals. It was soon switched from animals to the warm smell of breakfast biscuits Carnies already causing a flood for the food. The yammering amongst them as they got settled in to start their day all sounded like a dull hum together. Even without the ever present music of the night that typically played, the Cirque des reves Had it’s own music, and the more he was here, the more fond he grew of the songs it offered.
☥ L i k e s :
+ Wind
+ Kindness
+ Stars
+ Funnel cake
+ Puzzles
+ Music
☥D i s l i k e s :
- Darkness
-Snakes
- Failure
- Pain
☥ Voice:
[link]
☥ F a m i l y :
None
♥ R e l a t i o n s h i p s :
None
☥M I S C/O t h e r I n f o r m a t i o n:
~Kehnj hasn’t been able to use any enchantments or magic since the last time he did almost 2,000 years ago.
~ Kehnj Is a bit of an insomniac and often doesn’t sleep.
~ Kehnj wears things quite revealing more less because they are easier to maneuver in and he can’t stand feeling restrained
~ His swords are solid gold with the ancient Egyptian on the blades ‘Of life and Death’ on both
~ He carries his swords strapped to his back under his cloak.
~His eye didn’t heal properly and causes him frequent headaches.
~ He is still relatively new to this time so he’s cautious around many things. Especially any sort of motorized vehicle.
☥ R P m e t h o d s :
I’m a literate advanced novel style roleplayer and I’m open for a 1x1 roleplay with him
I roleplay on Google docs, Notes and Gaia
((Sorry I don’t script roleplay~ <3<3 Thanks for reading!
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So beautiful/sad/and perfect asdfhjkl 