Keme-Cold Fire

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Stats

Name: 1st. Keme Niyol
2nd. Muraco Ohanzee

Nickname: Kem, Raco

Age: By far older than I appear child( which is really a lie as he is between 19-23)

Birthday: A day that means nothing, a year long since past

Gender: *snort* Male of course

Height: 5'10

Weight: as if you must know mortal

Seme or Uke: It matters not, truly it matters only once I like you(more of a uke<-- who loves to give bjs)

Sexual Orientation: Why? I hold no interest in you child

Relationship Status: Why would I be with one?

Ethnicity: Elvin. sort of

Race: Cold Fire Phoenix(the last of the rarest kind)
Pet: Perhaps you? or perhaps me?

Occupation: Teaching.. there was nothing else to do

Subject (if a teacher): Gym..

Appearance

Build: Strong enough, light enough, I do believe I am well enough, perhaps messed up, but I am well enough.

Hair: White..

Eyes: Gold

Casual Clothing: Look at me? do i care?
Work Clothing: Again? I care why?

Identifying Marks: The tattoos all over my right side. It is on my face, my ear, my neck, shoulder, and arm. And some of my chest.
(Picture more delicate)

Personality

Likes: Child, I like many things, I like sex, and music. I enjoy eating but I am not a fan of these.. sweets, these things you call candy. I do not understand many things but you hush up and listen little one. I like nature, I like the simple things in life unlike these things you all have now. I am older than you, and I deserve more respect than what you children give. I enjoy the company of other animals, I am a Elf, but i am a Phoenix. I am rare in my kind, and I am the last, and that alone is testement to how I can outsmart you and your foolish instruments. Now, back to what I was saying, I like a home cooked meal, more than I like to eat out. I enjoy walks, taking a swim, and the company of another creature other than myself.

Dislikes: I dislike these things you have, these things you call phones, television. I dislike hunters, trespassers, and fools whom no not how to respect another being. I dislike the lack of respect for the land, the way people treat it as if it is real estate, something to be bought and to be sold. The land means more than that, and you fools no nothing despite what your simple minds might believe. I dislike many things, and perhaps you will become one of them.

Fears: I fear the hunters whom are always seeking out creatures like me.

Goals: to forever be free, for you fools do not understand what that word truly means.

Self Esteem Level: It is well enough now go away

Skills/Strengths: Flying, Ice Fire, Speed, Strength, Endurance, Able to carry a heavy weight for many miles, And the simple things

Weaknesses: A injury that has prevented me from flying for many years. the knowledge I may not be able to get away anymore.

Personality:

I am a man that is simple, and yet my footsteps have often been marked with blood. Yet, I am nothing but a common man. I have a love for simple things, a liking for those whom do not mind taking one out, or to their house to spend a few hours together if not the passing of the night. For I enjoy listening to what another says for I do not often speak all that much. I know more than I let on but I may let one seem smarter than I if I find they are close enough to the truth of a matter. I may not find a need to correct you, but enough about me, I find meeting one has always worked better than standing around wondering about them.

Background

Parents/Guardians: my parents are not of your concern

Siblings: Perhaps

Spouse/Significant Other: I fear not

Child/Children: I hope not

Place of birth:... why?

History:

The night was long when he was born into the world atop a mountain. Winter winds blew and rushed about and yet it was summer in the valley. The small male was wrapped up in a blanket and hushed from his cries, soon he was fed and he was well on his way to getting some well deserved rest. The mother of this man was not what one would expect, and nor was the father. Yet years would pass and he would little speak of his parents, for something tragic had happened. they were killed for their feather and the rarity of hwo they are.. Hunters killed them by mistake but the young male had gotten away. It was good he had fleed for if he had not his race would be extinct at this point in time. Keme lost his worry about anything as he aged and grew wiser... but only a few years ago... far more than that really.. he lost his ability to fly when he was protecting a child that was not his own.. He did not regret it but he left as soon as the people had given him assistance. He had said nothing of the matter, for he saw no reason in which he should do so. Keme had hoped his injury would have healed but his ability to fly remains but nothing to him.

Random Info:
will update this one as I go along