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Kelwin stayed dropped on his knees as the plasma dissapated. He'd never felt it that strongly before. Dirty sweat beaded up on his forhead and fell to the disturbed earth beneath him. -[I]I was just tired, it won't happen again. I won't let it...It can't[/I] Voices snapped him back to reality. Following their muffled sound, he headed up the ladder and found Talan and T'kure. Kelwin's eyes widened as he heard T'kure's last sentence. "Leave him be. T'kure, he has his reasons. It's very simple, if you think about it."

((OOC: Sorry it took so long to respond, I have trouble getting on during the weekends)) IC: Kewlin had kept his distance through most of the quarral...but now he was ready. Gathering his energy, A large plasma ball was growing in his hand. This was his finishing move, this was what made him complete. "I'll spare who I need to. Don't worry, I won't kill all of the new little romances, " he said with a hint of sarcasm, "This is just to put an end to this foolishness. Let's get serious." Just as he was about to unleash the plasma ball, somthing stopped him...Something he couldn't control. -[I]Damn...what is this? What's stopping me?[/I] - Trying to regain control, he gritted his teeth and tried to close his mind. Everything started coming back. All of the pain he had repressed for years came flooding back, a result of the intense energy he was gathering. Something bad was going to happen, and everyone was in danger

Kelwin appears in the shadows and walks over to Helie. Smirking, he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. "Well, have any new plans for us? with the Celestials in a sorry state, and the Earthians...well, who knows what they're doing", He blows out some smoke and inhales again, "...We should crush all of them, so we are truely the victors," Finishing his smoke, he tossed it the ground and put it out. "When do you think the others will get here? I don't have all day you know."

Kelwin walks over to the two Celestials and shakes his shaggy black hair out of his eyes. His tattered pants fluttered in the breeze as his face twisted into a sneer. "You should've expected the loss, I don't know why you bothered," Kelwin spat at their feet, "I'll be back with the others to start sorting this garbage out." He turned on his heels and walked away, finally disappearing into the shadows.

Actually, to calculate the height you should probably be, you have to double the height you were at 2. Mine was off, but this doesn't take into account medical issues

Name: Kelwin Age: 18 Gender: Male Place of Origin: Ireland Physical Description: Kelwin has dark brown, almost black, hair that falls just beneath his shoulders at an even length. He has a thin face and his bright blue eyes are accentuated by alabaster colored skin. His thinness is made even more obvious by his tall stature, 5'11", though he isn't as weak as it may seem. He is was taught to reject finery's at the monastery where he grew up, so all he owns and wheres is a plain white tunic and torn black pants, which fall over scuffed leather boots. Personality Alignment: Kelwin is mostly a good rebel, though if you prove to him you're worthy he will follow you to the ends of the earth. Personality Description: Kelwin is a reserved person. He tends to be quiet, but will be aggressive in his words if you push him. He is faith oriented and therefore tries to keep the ideals of the church in mind, even if it as it his own expense. His one fault is the drink, a trait he unfortunately inherited from his father. He tends to be a loner and has a habit of following people. This is made easy by his light steps and careful maneuvering. He talks with little to no facial expressions, if he talks at all. He is still taking part in a partial vow of silence. He tends to be more expressive in body language, which makes it hard to tell how he feels if you aren't used to it. Character Equipment: All he is armed with is the family sword. It is a long, thin, almost samurai-like, blade. Kept in its black sheath, decorated with a gold cast of his family crest-the wolf. He rarely uses it, therefore not much is known about its true potential. He may only be using it for intimidation at the moment, as he has left it at home. Powers: Kelwin is armed with blessed objects given to him by the monestary. He carries holy water and a sacred book. He uses them with his physical strengths to help those in need. Character History: Kelwin grew up in a poor, homeless family. They wandered all over and neither of his parents had a steady job. Because of the lack of money, Kelwin's parents were on the bad side of many. They were killed when he was only 8, and as an only child was all alone. A local monastery took him in and gave him faith. He feels forever in debt to them, always rushing back when there is trouble. Not much else in known about him, or where he came from. He isn't even sure of his last name. He wants to be a part of the guild to punish the ones who killed his parents I hope the whole sword thing is ok. I've been using this character for a while and his sword has a personsl meaning

Name: Kelwin Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human, of European descent Group: Satanic Power: Plasma Physical Description: Kelwin has dark brown, almost black, hair that falls just beneath his shoulders at an even length. He has a thin face and his bright blue eyes are accentuated by alabaster colored skin. His thinness is made even more obvious by his tall stature, 5'11", though he isn't as weak as it may seem. He is was taught to reject finery's at the monastery where he grew up, so all he owns and wheres is a plain white tunic and torn black pants, which fall over scuffed leather boots. Personality Alignment: Kelwin is mostly a good rebel, though if you prove to him you're worthy he will follow you to the ends of the earth. Personality Description: Kelwin is a reserved person. He tends to be quiet, but will be aggressive in his words if you push him. He is faith oriented and therefore tries to keep the ideals of the church in mind, even if it as it his own expense. His one fault is the drink, a trait he unfortunately inherited from his father. He tends to be a loner and has a habit of following people. This is made easy by his light steps and careful maneuvering. He talks with little to no facial expressions, if he talks at all. He is still taking part in a partial vow of silence. He tends to be more expressive in body language, which makes it hard to tell how he feels if you aren't used to it. If it's too much, let me know...I've had this character for a while, so I just have this little thing I copy & paste

that's what you WANT us to think :animesmil

it's because you two are actually aliens ;)

A wolverine :animeswea ...never heard that one. I'm 5'4"...it's ok to be short