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Kieran Krasov
| Age 28 |
| Gender Male |
| Occupation Bastard; indentured |
When the silence grows shrill in you and won’t be said;
When the sadness grows deep in you, like winter, but will
Not well; when the panic rises, like the past, and won’t
Be shaken; when five years of untaken sleep become
A nightmare of doubt, a life in drought; when the fear
Wakes before you with the scissors in its hands; when
Hope becomes a harder case than you know how to make;
When the floor drops out from everything you thought
You were and meant and knew; when the world shrinks
Back to shibboleth and nothing peaceful anywhere knows
The letters of your name—I want you to remember this:
The panic passes, the fear will end; the pieces into which
Your days have frayed and fallen will become a life
Again, and it will be your own. You’ll never get over
Any of this, but you will, without a doubt, get through.
You will stand glad under a winter moon and smell
The weather change and know that when you wake
It will be spring,
and the years will have turned their faces back
Toward all the light that’s fallen your way from the start.
"When the Panic" by Mark Tredinnick
When the sadness grows deep in you, like winter, but will
Not well; when the panic rises, like the past, and won’t
Be shaken; when five years of untaken sleep become
A nightmare of doubt, a life in drought; when the fear
Wakes before you with the scissors in its hands; when
Hope becomes a harder case than you know how to make;
When the floor drops out from everything you thought
You were and meant and knew; when the world shrinks
Back to shibboleth and nothing peaceful anywhere knows
The letters of your name—I want you to remember this:
The panic passes, the fear will end; the pieces into which
Your days have frayed and fallen will become a life
Again, and it will be your own. You’ll never get over
Any of this, but you will, without a doubt, get through.
You will stand glad under a winter moon and smell
The weather change and know that when you wake
It will be spring,
and the years will have turned their faces back
Toward all the light that’s fallen your way from the start.
"When the Panic" by Mark Tredinnick
Appearance
| Height 5'10 |
| Build Quite athletic |
| Hair Black |
| Eyes Gray |
Personality
Reserved, thoughtful, patient, slow to action, quick to hide.
Let it be known, Kieran is no hero. He is a bastard first, coward second. If he believes there's a chance of losing, he'll forgo the challenge. How else could he keep his pretty face otherwise?
Let it be known, Kieran is no hero. He is a bastard first, coward second. If he believes there's a chance of losing, he'll forgo the challenge. How else could he keep his pretty face otherwise?
Skills
Kieran developed his gift of weaving through manipulation with his voice. In the beginning, it started off as decent impersonations. Now, Kieran can mimic any sound he has heard before, an exact replica of a person, an animal, or even the sound of clopping hooves on cobblestone. Has an unfortunate tendency to get sore throats and colds because of this gift.
Art Credit: https://www.artstation.com/loqu1t
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