Rhian Allen Dain

[kico]

RHIAN ALLEN DAIN




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You may know me as Kico from Isi, but soon you're gonna know me for my charries. Rhian is pretty damn awesome! In fact, he's 'the CATS pajamas' ! I've been doing this for five out of the ninteen I've been on the planet. If you need to get a hold of me, just drop me a line at [e-mail]

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¨ FULL NAME Rhian Allen Dain
¨ NICKNAME Rhi
¨ AGE 17
¨ GENDER Male
¨ SPECIES Human/Necromancer
¨ BLOOD TYPE B+
¨ OCCUPATION Grave digger / Cleaner

¨ PLAY BY
Brandon Killen

¨ HAIR
Naturally his hair is a dark brown, however, this is never the case. Rhi keeps his hair dyed black and will often times layer red or blond (sometimes both) on top of the black. He doesn't stray from thoughes three colors. He keeps his hair about shoulder length and it seems to always cover one of his eyes, much to his mother's annoyance. For whatever reason it always wants to be straight as well, but that doesn't bother Rhi. He likes it straight.

¨ EYES
With pitch black hair, his eyes take on a soft mossy green color, with a contrast of red they seem to become an even more vivid green and with blond they seem to have spikes of light brown inside.

¨ STATS
Five foot six / One hundred and forty two pounds

¨ BODY
Thin with a layer of muscles hidden under from digging and working outside. Normally pale in completion, even though he is outside often. Oddly enough he doesn't have any scars either. His body is clean of any marks accept for some piercings.

¨ FEATURES
Rhian has three piercings on his left ear and two on the right. He also has his tongue pierced. More of a trade mark then an actual mark, Rhi is never scene without the ring on his left hand, middle finger. It's a simple silver band with ''Nunquam Vereor Nex" written on the outside. "Never Fear Death."

*I DO NOT speak or know Latin at all. I used a free translation site. If this is wrong, I'm sorry, but that is what I found and what I have.

¨ WARDROBE
Rhian keeps his cloths respectable as long as he is around the house. He keeps to button down shirts, normally in black, white, or a dark red with black pants. When he is digging or cleaning the graves he tends to wear a long sleeve shirt (same colors) with black or blue jeans. Even when wandering around the city his look doesn't change much. He just adds a whole lot more jewelry and wears more tee-shirts.

As much as Rhi would love to own some name brand or just some clothes from Hot Topics, his family just can't afford anything like that. So he settles for the jewelry and chains.

¨ OTHER FORM
No other form.

¨ LIKES

- The quiet time of dawn and dusk,
- Helping with the family business,
- Shiny things (Mostly silver jewelry, why he has so much),
- Reading different books (enjoys learning about different religions and ceremonies),
- Music (anything but country and screaming things),
- His ring which has been passed down through his family.

¨ DISLIKES

- Rain when he is trying to work (makes weeds pop up like mad too)
- People that don't know when to leave him alone
- Alcoholics
- Constant tapping noises (strange, he knows)
- The people that unquestioningly follow god(s)
- Vultures (huge and just plain creepy)

¨ STRENGTHS

- Hard worker
- Planner (he thinks things through before he does them)
- Can wield a knife or dagger
- He is actually pretty strong, despite his thin frame
- Determined (He refuses to give up, even if the situation is against him)

¨ WEAKNESSES

- Has a bad temper
- Protective and worries about his mother
- Can be a bit of a perfectionist
- Listens only when he wants or thinks it will benefit himself
- Determined (He refuses to give up, even if the situation is against him)

*Yes, I did put determined in both strengths and weaknesses because I truly believe that being determined can be good or bad, depending on the situation. In Rhian's case he doesn't care. When he sets himself to do something, he does it, no matter what. (If this is not allowed please contact me and I will change it.)

[/color]¨ SKILLS

- Has some pretty good skills with knifes and daggers,
- Can read people's body language to a degree,
- Can sense demons (Rhian is currently unaware of this skill. He gets the chills and just 'feels something')

¨ FEARS

- What would happen to his mother if something happened to him
- Being sent out into the world
- Small spaces
- Old people

¨ FULL PERSONALITY

Rhian is a difficult person to understand when you first meet him and many others gave up on even trying. Due to how he has grown up, Rhi had a deep respect for the elderly and the dead, though old people freak him out. He is also not to sure how to deal with people in normal situations. He knows well how to deal with people grieving, but not someone around his age just wanting to hang out or talk.

Not being able to deal with people well gets Rhian frustrated and angry. He soon finds the person trying to talk with him annoying and snaps at them, sending the person in question scurrying away. He likes people that are grieving, for they don't really talk to him at all. They simply glance at him, or smile softly. Something Rhian can easily return. They hold respect for him as he keeps the grave up and he respects them in turn. It's a simple exchange.

It was when his father died that he started to question many things that happened around him. It was also at this time that he stopped believing in any god of any kind. He hates how people will just follow a god faithfully, many of them not even questions the 'godly' things that are done. To Rhi it's a pointless thought, a comfort to other's to know what will happen when they die.

The only person that Rhian is fully nice to and understands is his mother. He adores his mother and will do just about anything for her. As he holds family high on his list he makes sure that they are well off, being the 'man' of the house. Part of his mother died when Syun died, but Rhian makes sure to keep her as happy as he can, even if he has to suffer in the end.

*Please note that I don't hate any religion. I believe that religion is someone's personal choice to fit their outlook on life and the hereafter. This is simply my character's way of looking at things and is not meant to offend anyone. If I do offend you please PM me and let me know. I will apologize and reframe from saying anything religious in the threads with the person in question. If this is not acceptable to the admins please let me know and I will remove it from my profile.

¨ MOTHER

Name - Anna
Age - 48
Species - Human
Status - Alive

¨ FATHER

Name - Syun
Age - 40
Species - Human/Necromancer blood line
Status - Deceased

¨ SIBLINGS None
¨ IMPORTANT PEOPLE None
¨ BIRTHPLACE Round Lake, Mi/ USA
¨ BIRTHDAY November Fifth, Ninteen Ninedy Two

¨ FULL HISTORY

Rhian was born and raised in Michigan and has never left. As he grew, the graveyard around his house was his playground and where his father was normally always at. The Dain's family have been keepers of the same graveyard for hundreds of years according to his father. Even when he was young he would walk around with his father, pulling up weeds and brushing off the grave stones. He adored listening to the stories of angels, demons, witches and necromancers. It was his father that had told him that there blood line held the power to raise the dead. Rhian laughed it off, figuring his father was trying to amp up the story even more.

As all kids, Rhi went to school, but didn't interact with much of the children there. They were all freaked out that he lived in a graveyard and often said he was haunted. It took only two years of going through that before his mother pulled him out of school and started home schooling him. He was thrilled with this choice and went from failing his classes to learning things easily with the help of his mother and father. Plus this gave him even more time to be with his family and help out with the business. Something he started learning about as soon as his mother started to home school him. From ways to helping the people in distress, to making sure that finances were set.

His life moved smoothly till he was ten, when the accident happened. His father took him out one night to look for some Christmas presents for Anna. The night had been going great, his father telling him stories and myths about anything and everything with Rhian just listening along, chiming in when he knew something about the myth as well. They pulled through a light and from there even Rhian wasn't too sure what happened. He simply knew that the car jerked roughly, sending his mother's gift out of his lap. The world spined for a while before finally settling down. It was at that time that he actually saw his first death. His father was bleeding heavily, the other car pinning him between the hard plastic and metal. "Never Fear Death. That's the motto of the Dain's. Don't worry. You'll be sad, but it will pass, please don't mourn my passing. And keep you mother safe." His father pulled off the silver ring and handed it over to Rhian. He watched as the blood dripped off the silver, showing off the Latin words that were etched onto the metal. By the time he looked back up, his father had stopped breathing.

About a week after the funeral the cops finally came back and talked with his mother about Syun's death. The other driver was a younger kid that had been drinking before getting behind the wheel of the car. The kid in question was going to be fined for underage drinking and they asked if she wanted to press charges. His anger grew as he listened to everything. Some random person came and ruined their life just to get a stupid buzz! He's anger peaked when his mother decided not to press charges to the kid, though Rhian always remembered the name. Rhian kept that name and his father's ring close, wearing the family heirloom as soon as it would fit his finger.

Life continued on a little different, Rhian taking over everything for his father. However he was an angry child and Anna decided to send Rhian to take lessons in something to calm the boy down, an outlet if you will. She hesitated when Rhian picked knifes but after the first week he was much calmer and had actually picked it up fairly easily, much to his instructor's delight. This continued until the instructors had no more to teach Rhian, around when he was sixteen. He was also sixteen when the next incident happened to change his life around completely.

August 6. Rhian woke early to clean the area he had missed yesterday, knowing that some people would be by sometime later that day and he always wanted to keep the graveyard nice and neat. It was early, about six when he decided to take a break and read the paper he had grabbed from the end of the street. As he gazed down the articles he found a name he never wanted to see again. The same person that had killed his father, had killed again. The kid was once again behind the wheel, drunk. Rhian's anger spiked as he read the article. That stupid alcoholic had killed not only his father, but now another man and his new wife. Rhian didn't even notice the soft dark glow that grew around his body as his watch clicked to Six. Rhi dropped the paper and punched the ground out of frustration, only noticing the glow as it moved down his arm and into the ground. Rhi pulled back, his frustration melting into confusion as he studied his hand and then the ground. A figure appeared out of the grave he had just punched. The man was tall and fairly young in looks, maybe about twenty or twenty five. It took only seconds for Rhian to remember his father talking about necromancers in the family. His anger was gone as he watched the man start to head away, mumbling something in an angry manner.

The day passed without any accidents and Rhi brushed it off as just a freaky dream perhaps. That was until he picked up the paper the next day. The kid had been killed, dust like hand prints had been found around the boy's neck. Someone had choked him to death. Rhi visited the grave he had 'risen' finding a pile of dust and bones on top of the ground. He had been so angry, he wanted to kill that stupid drunk that had killed his father. He had been thinking that as he punched the ground, and he had risen up someone, and they did just what he wanted. The power he had found freaked Rhian out and for days he found books and studied as much as he could about Necromancers and his families' past and history as he could.

It's been about a year since he had risen the man up, and Rhian has never tried to do it again. He fears the power that came within his blood and has never had a need to rise up any of the dead that surround him and his mother. Though he has studied as much as he could, just incase he needed to do it. It's currently the only secret he really keeps from his mother.

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Rhian gave a sigh as he pulled back, checking the depth of the hole he was currently digging. He was standing in a deep hole, his blue jeans covered with dirt and worn down. The long sleeve shirt he had on was smeared with dirt as well, tainting the white it once was to a dull cream color. It had been cold when he started out, but now his sleeves were pushed up and out of his way as he studied the ground. It was deep enough, now he just had to meet the length standards that had been given to him the other day. Unlike some other cemeteries, Rhian kept up with tradition by digging the holes himself. It would be rude to roll over the graves with machines that were loud and bulky. Those irritating things could wake the dead. He continued to work as the sun moved slowly across the sky, changing the soft bluish sky into a vivid blue, the soft white clouds floating by now and then. With a sigh he climbed up the small latter, pulling it up with him as he glanced into the grave. Rhi measured the grave and cleaned up the edges before brushing his hands off. "Another one done."

He walked quietly through the yard, seeing the bright colored flowers that rested on the headstones. He set his shovel and latter down, leaning it against one of the many trees that shaded the large field of graves. Rhian moved over the a large mausoleum that sat in the very back of the cemetery. He moved around the stone building, picking away weeds that were budding up next to the flowers that lined the building. As he got to the front he looked over the door. The rod iron gates blocked anyone from going farther and the stain glass that rested just behind the bars had aged over time, but Rhian still kept them clean and nice. It was where he would some day rest after all. The Dain's resting spot.

"There hasn't been to many graves to dig lately, so I haven't been working myself too hard. I've mainly just been keeping everything clean. You know, it's rained a lot in the last couple of weeks. Makes all them weeds pop up even faster." Rhian leaned against the cold stone as he spoke to his ancestors and mainly his father. "I still haven't told mom...about that one night. The cops never found anything out either, but how could they? You can't catch a dead man." Rhi sighed and tilted his head, watching some birds flying over and resting in the branches of one of the trees that the mausoleum sat between. "I wonder...what would have happened if I had awaken you instead of that man. I know, your probably not proud of what I did, but there isn't anything I can do about that now. The past is the past, but I really...don't want to do that again." He paused for a moment and took out his knife, watching the silver shine as he twirled the blade in his fingers. "Mom says I'm a lot calmer now. I think it's more that I realize I can't afford to get angry like that again. What happens if something bad happens to her, just because I get angry?" With another sigh Rhian stopped the twirl, watching a drop of blood inch down his finger. The blade had sliced him just enough. "Well, I better head off before mom starts to think I fell into the hole or something." Rhian chuckled and pushed himself off of the building, running his fingers through his pitch black hair.

It had been about a year, and every day Rhian thought about it. A fight between his curiosity and his sanity. Could he do it again? Could he raise his father and them live happy once more? But even if he raised his father, would the man be the same as he once was? Probably not. Rhi ran his fingers over his ring, watching the silver become red once again. "Never Fear Death." He kissed the ring softly as he walked up to the small stone house that sat in the center of the cemetery. He could see his mother already making lunch in the window as he put the shovel away for the day. Soon enough he would have to break it out again. Death was after all, awaiting everyone.

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