Nickname: to be revealed
Race: Venturian
Gender: Male
Age: about 20, but he looks and is about 15 in human years.
Weapons: A sword (to be described in the RP) and another weapon he made himself that he has revealed to no one.
Description: He has a dark purple cape that reaches to his heels and his totally velvet -black one-piece suit is unadorned and is skin-tight in his arms, legs and chest area. Kalune�s boots are black like his suit and they go up to about three inches below the knee. He has a belt of shimmering white gold with embedded jewels of mystic topaz and a sheath attached to it of the same material. His sword is of an unearthly material that shimmers like the top of glittering waters in the sun. He always carries a long slender black box and a small purse attached to his belt. His clothing, weapons, box and purse are his only possessions.
Physical abilities: He has a high sense of awareness and all the talents of the soldier he once was, unsurpassed swordsmanship and knows many different styles of karate. He can take command of any situation and turn a losing battle into complete victory.
Alien Power: Godlike speed and limited telepathy.
Physical description: His skin is very light. He has wavy snow white hair about shoulder length. His eyes can make the bravest hero or the strongest man tremble in fear. They are a dreadful midnight blue that can pierce the soul and they turn pure black on special occasions.
Strengths: He is very persevering and is not a quitter, possessing both patience and deep insight. He is always willing to give advice if someone wants it. There are things going on much deeper in his soul that he hides beneath a superficial mask of indifference and coldness, but his true self is displayed when someone needs his help and Kalune gives everything he has selflessly, which is himself.
Weaknesses: He can be quick to anger sometimes and can react without thinking when he is angry enough. A great downfall is his own self seclusion- Kalune refuses to open up his soul to anyone even if they are trying to help him. His anger is his greatest downfall when he releases it. That is why he tries his best to remain totally emotionless.
Short History: Kalune was a leader in the Great War of Ventur. At just the age of 14 he became a commander, leading his army to victory over their foes and becoming a major factor in his people�s total victory. However, many people feared that he would get out of control or pompous (or abuse his power) because of his frightening skill. After the war he left his planet in search of a new life, thinking he could forget his dreadful, bloody past. He is still searching for an inward peace that keeps evading him.
Short Story:
Kalune surveyed the carnage of the bloody battlefield coldly; the huge landscape littered with carcasses of both sides� men, their blood flowing. Death permeating the atmosphere with a despairing gloom that always followed a cataclysmic war. Kalune thought over the day. It had been a successful battle; it was the greatest battle; and the last battle. And now the War was over. They were finally free of the foreign threat. Many had praised the great warrior who stood out on the field now- totally unscathed in more than six hours of fighting- for his successful strategies, his leading talents, and his unbeatable swordsmanship that had won twelve straight battles. Battles that had ensured victory for the Home Forces; but Kalune could really care less. He only wanted out. Out of everything to do with anything he had ever known. Kalune wanted to forget.
All those he had killed, enemy and after enemy, blood pouring from his sword that killed thousands. In his waking hours he heard the screams; in his dreams, he saw their faces. The planet of his birth was becoming like a vise, slowly eating his whole interior self. He had to get out.
Stepping unto a small shuttlecraft, with his regular stolid expression, contrasting immeasurably to the young man�s inner turmoil, he prepared the controls and set a course for a planet called Earth. Its technology was not as advanced as Ventur�s, but the people did not have any remarkable powers like his own. It was a different planet with different places, faces, and perhaps in time to come�different memories.
This remarkable boy- turned-killing-machine had come from a middle class family who could trace their lineage back to a long line of warriors. Godlike speed was his talent according to his genetic structure, and he used a sword like no one had ever known or seen. When the Invasion had happened, his family was slaughtered along with all the other men, women and children of his village- but he and two other boys had escaped. Having always been the leading type and wanted to avenge those innocent deaths, he convinced his friends to try guerilla warfare and protect other villages and help out their kingdom as much as possible for as long as the war should last. It wasn�t long before the foreign forces were slowly being defeated- for Kalune waited for them weapon in hand and eyes black as the great lightless void of many stories. A great sword he crafted of his own making; it could deflect both lasers and regular bullets and was so sharp and strong that it sliced diamonds like iron and clove steel and other such metals like butter. It was rumored that even solid stone was no match for it. The boy created his own sword techniques that were sure to be invincible to certain attacks and it wasn�t long before people were calling him �on the verge of a ruthless killer.�
It wasn�t long before they had found the Royal Army and the King had, recognizing Kalune Jeshar�s talents, made him a high Commander and given him full authority. Strikes were made, war was constant, and at last the enemy had given in to a full all-out war instead of separate strikes (which were now failing). At the end, this boy commander was as he had been described at the beginning. Cold, unscathed, proud of victory but not at the carnage, distant. Kalune had seen enough of war.
Now the shuttle landed on Earth and he stepped upon new soil. This was the new home of Kalune Jeshar- the dread warrior, undefeatable swordsman of Ventur, and good and gentlemanly soldier who wore a superficially mask of coldness. And so, his new life had begun.