Kinnison Shields

"If my world stops spinning and tomorrow never comes
Will I be remembered? Did I give enough?"

General Info

"No time to talk, huh? Alright, I'll give you the short version."

Memories

"I don't remember much, but I'll never forget what I still have."

Personality

"People are complicated, the sooner you learn that the happier you'll be."

Menu

"Looking parched, what can I get you, boss?"

OOC Information

"Sometimes you just gotta listen to that little voice in your head, I guess."

Valentione's Day Cards

"I know it's not much, but I hope it makes your day."

General Info

Name: Kinnison ShieldsNicknames: Kinni, Kenny, ShieldsRace: Hyur, HighlanderAge: 36Height: 6' 4"Build: MuscularEye Colour: Emerald GreenHair Colour: Light Blonde With Several Strands Of SilverDistinguishing Scars: Entire Body is Covered in a Multitude of Battle-related Scars. Large Spiral-Shaped Scar with Fractal-Like Barbs on Lower Torso Under Ribcage.Gender: MaleSexuality: PansexualRomantic Status: In a Polycule Relationship with Kyrie Thorne and X'Tiqa TiaNameday: 15th Sun of the 5th Astral MoonDeity: Lymlaen, The NavigatorAlignment: Chaotic GoodPrimary Weapon: Handgun, SpearOther Weapons: Capable of Using Scholar Magic

Simple Backstory

The story of Kinnison Shields is one rife with several triumps, hardships, and conflict. As a survivor of the Battle of Cartenau Shields is a two-time sufferer of amnesia, having an inability to recall facts beyond the five years after the calamity and roughly one year that he attempted to take civilian work. Now as a member of the Silver Horde Mercenary Company Kinnison takes a plethora of jobs and has even amassed enough trust to be considered an officer of his own platoon.The people who know Kinnison well know that he is a resolute badass. The calamity couldn't take him, his own bout with aetherical poisoning couldn't take him, Bozja couldn't take him.

Personality

It would be easy to look at a Highlander like Kinnison and write him off as the "strong, silent type," however that would be an unfair generalization. The look he bears upon the world is one of intense focus, regardless of how miniscule or irrelevant the task is. He spends a large amount of time remembering every detail he can simply because he knows far too well how easy it is to forget.Words have little meaning to someone like Kinnison, actions always speak louder, and it is this school of thought that has gotten him into far too many rows than he cares to admit. It is never wise to test him, he is far too reckless towards his own well-being that he'll hardly hold any regard for yours either.Much like other mercenaries the highlander doesn't adhere to things like "rules" or "laws," instead preferring to entrust in a personal code of ethics and conduct. Governments and organizations have little meaning to him. Instead he entrusts loyalty to people, in an almost zealous way at times. If you are fortunate enough to be seen as a friend to him he will likely fight to the death for you and anything you believe. As for his work ethic the promise of wealth is always a way to get his attention but he insists to do tasks "at his own pace" insisting that he'd rather do a job "right" then to have it done "fast."In general Kinnison can be seen as an open-minded individual, almost to a fault sometimes. It is this willingness and zest to try to anything and everything that often gets him into odd predicaments. Even Kinnison himself once said, "I'll try anything 3 times before I say I don't like it."

OOC Information

What Roleplaying Means to me

First and foremost roleplaying is meant to be both a positive and fun experience for everyone. The moment that things stop becoming either of these things than it is time to stop. However I feel that if adjustments need to be made everyone should always be open to at least some compromise for the sake of the experience.One of the most important facts about me that I think anyone should know is that I feel inlcusion is a necessity. Everyone should feel included and if that means making the process to play easier or harder, than so be it, as long as we are all having fun.

Willing to Play... anything that can be seen as "consensual" or possibly prevalent to character growth or story, even if it's a slightly dark or "blue" shade. I'm not very good at roleplaying erotically, due to being out of practice, but I am not against the idea.Please Ask Before... coercing or possibly performing actions that can be seen as "blackmail." Thing like imprisonment or personal servitude bothers me, but I can be sold on the idea if I think it can assist in character growth.Unwilling to Play... particularly brutal, non-consensual acts like torture, sexual assault, or just flat-out brutal murdering somone else. Would rather stay out of anything involving watersports or scatplay.-I don't think I can emphasize enough that the most important thing you can do to be on my good noodle list is stay in communication, if you are uncomfortable with something all you need to do is send me that /tell!-

Additional Info

Name: Hicks
From: US, Texas
Server: Mateus
Timezone: US Central/GMT-6
Discord: whiskey_hicks#4413

Memories

As a person who has suffered from 2 amnesia attacks memories (particularly positive ones) are considered a treasure to Kinnison. Although it is likely he may never regain all of his memories over the years he he has slowly reclaimed some through research, learning, and just existing. The following are a collection of memories he has discovered.

"I was a child, I'm not sure how old. I was sitting on top of a hill in what I believe was Gyr Abania. I was having a picnic, Jhammel Salad Sandwiches and Frontier Stew. It was very good. There was a woman with me, she was very tall and blonde. Every time I try to look at her in my dreams the sun hurts my eyes. She tells me, "I'll love you forever Kenny, my son."

"I was a child, older it felt, I was sitting in a house reading a book. I remember feeling scared in this house, I'm not sure why. I didn't feel safe. This man entered the house, he was a highlander and drunk. He slapped the book out of my hands as he told me that my dreams were as dead as my mother. That it was time to 'earn my keep,' he sent me to the mines. I hated it."

"I was walking home from another grueling day from the mines. The Garleans imposed such harsh quotas, I felt like a slave in there. I saw a man stand in front of a house delivering an impassioned speech with the words 'Liberty or Death' carved in to the wall. His words were beautiful, I could have listened to him forever. I wanted to be free, not just from the mine, but by the man who put me there, my father. I ran home to tell him I was done working the mines, that I will fight for Ala Mhigo. He was merciless, and as I laid on the floor beaten he told me to get out, that he had no son."

"There was a plan, I remember Mr. Hext telling me it. Since the Garleans were demanding conscripts in Coldhearth anyways he suggested I volunteer as a tribute. In an attempt to stop them from seizing another child, from ruining another family. He firmly believed that if I joined the Imperial Army I could sabotage it from within. All I needed to do was play along. The Garleans didn't hesitate to take me."

"There was a man, I often spoke with him in the shadows so I never saw his face. He claimed to be my 'handler' from the resistance. I often informed him of patrols and counter-insurgency details we were about to go on. They were able to remove the elderly and children away from us in an attempt to keep them safe. I remember him telling me I was a good asset."

"I'll remember the day the Garleans celebrated the dismantling of the Resistance when they killed Mr. Hext. Our commanding officers tried to rewards us, hot food, strong drinks, and company. I remember seeing the fear in the eyes of those courtesans, and still my men took them by the hand and walked them away from the group. That image really sticks with me. I was upset that the the resistance had been smashed to pieces. I hated being a conscript. They treated me horribly, and this 'reward' they gave us just felt like a slap in the face. A 'thank you for cementing you eternal service to us, peons.'But I was stuck now, there was nowhere else for me to go. I was so deep that at this point I was forced to become the thing I hated the most, a Garlean Soldier."

The following page is dedicate to cards Kinnison has made for staff and patrons of the Grand Fate Cafe during it's Valentione's Day Festivities. Look for the designated name on the list and click on it to see the card.