"Darling i love you. why cant you love me."
Name:: Rulsali
Nickname:: Rue
Gender:: Male
Sexuality:: unknown
Crush:: --
Mate:: -
Children:: --
Job:: Weapon Smith / Witch Doctor
Nickname:: Rue
Gender:: Male
Sexuality:: unknown
Crush:: --
Mate:: -
Children:: --
Job:: Weapon Smith / Witch Doctor
PersonalityRulsali is a special type of kalon, once open and accepting, ready to love he now spends his life running, exploring the world and staying out of trouble. Wait, skip that last part. Rue is the definition of trouble, striking new villages during the night, sticking round for the panic before blending in, returning everything the next night. People don't face this boney kal, setting them up for fear. Obsessed with witchcraft, voodoo and the idea of time travel, Rue is a little bit crazy but this also comes with his pain and loss.
A sweet soul trapped inside a torn apart body, his eyes are the small glimpse of what is left inside the tattered up man, his smile fake and his laugh psychotic, Rue is just one that most people avoid, which drives him to a lonely plea for help, usually ending in more rejection and loneliness. He enjoys building and mending weaponry, an especially useful for Prevail guild now he has found them. He still travels at times when now serious war is going on which he uses to track down anyone he can relate more too. Shadows uses him as a recruiter, knowing that anyone Rue can connect to, will be perfect for the guilds front. |
PrevailRulsali once travelled the worlds, not a care for anything at all, his freedom took him everywhere but he never met people he connected too. Till he met Shadows and Amarilla. The day was cooler and Rue's legs weren't aching like they normally did but he still sat perched on a log just outside of a village, eating a stale piece of bread he pulled from his coat, "You seem worse for wears."
Rue lifted his head to the voice to the taller but slim kalon that stood before him and he looked down at his bread, not use to the random confronting, "Yes?" He said, biting down with a crunch. "You have an air around you, people don't understand you, do they?" Another kalon, whom he didn't see chimed in. He didn't lift to look at her but nodded. "You got the attention of us. Join us." The kalon chimed and he then looked up to see her with hand out to him. Her soothing eyes warmed his heart and he seemed to unwillingly stand up and followed. Thus began his alliance with Prevail guild, while not 100% part of the guild cause he still enjoys wondering when he can but to be their weapon smith and be apart of something bigger than ever, keeps his hopes high for more in his life. |
DelphiumRulsali holds his sword to his love, holding it out for her to take but her eyes, she couldnt even look at this broken kalon. Rue, somehow back from the dead, his bones visible for the whole village to see. He stood, cloak thrown around his back as he stared up at her.
She took a large step back, shaking her head, letting out a scream. Rue stumbled, tripping backwards and staring at her, "But my love... its me, Rul.." Her scream cut through him, "No! Rulsali died! You are not him!" She pointed at him, her paws tight, "You are not part of our village. Remove yourself before my guards do it." Rulsali fell hard against his knees, "Del no... please I can prove it." The guards grabbed him, pulling an arm from its socket as they forced his heavy body up. He yelped in pain but refused to remove his eyes from his mate, his love. Until she shook her head, not a tear in her eye and turned around. Rue lashed forward, pulling himself from the guards, sword in hand but did not attack, simply holding the sword out to stop them. Still, she never turned back to him. He closed his eyes and walked slowly towards the town exit, keeping his sword out to the guards. He looked back into the village, lowered his head and let out a cry, tears dripping down his face, "I love you, Delphium." Rue turned and ran, his long legs taking heavy strides. He never looked back, he never returned and he hasnt cried since. |