#kainbarron

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♬- Kain

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY - QUEEN

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathyBecause I'm easy come, easy go,Little high, little lowAny way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, To me 

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HC- awkward

When Beau was little and first assigned his mission he bucked the system and left his partner behind in the dust. Big mistake. But that’s not the awkward part of the story. It’s what happened after that is. Rather than facing Seraphina and apologizing...he avoided her for almost a month before she tackled him and demanded he explain himself. It was, in a word, awkward.

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Oneirophobia

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Beau didn’t dream or if he did he simply woke up not knowing. It had been that way ever since he could remember and back when he was five it had bothered him deeply. He’d come back to his family’s rooms one day after class crying about how he couldn’t dream and how it must’ve made him defective. Hilarious, in retrospect. It didn’t bother him any more, especially these days. He figured it was better that way, not being able to see the ghost of Seraphina every time he closed his eyes. He didn’t think he could survive that. So when he woke up at the crack of dawn one morning his dream vividly on his mind Beau marveled at it.

He’d been back on to roof with Kain, staring at the stars. Almost like a reply of a few nights ago. It hadn’t been anything special until he’d heard Kain's voice verbatim pointing out the different constellations to him. It was a little eerie. But it was a nice feeling, he remembered after waking up, knowing that he could dream. Briefly he’d wondered if all dreams were that innocuous but he didn’t linger on it, opting to wake up for real for the day. 

The dream lingered. And so did the feelings it left behind.

He didn’t dream again that night...although he’d hoped that he would.

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The jester

A soft sound of a French male’s voice and a lute flowed around the halls. Each string of the lute sounded complex in itself yet it was still calming. As if whoever was playing knew what they were doing. This male was Kain playing his lute in his quarters. He sang a song sung by his mother and her mother. A song pasted down the family line.

“Dodo, l’enfant do, L’enfant dormira bien vite Dodo, l’enfant do L’enfant dormira bientôt.Une poule blanche Est là dans la grange. Qui va faire un petit coco* Pour l’enfant qui va fair’ dodo.Dodo, l’enfant do, L’enfant dormira bien vite Dodo, l’enfant do L’enfant dormira bientôt.Tout le monde est sage Dans le voisinage Il est l’heure d’aller dormir Le sommeil va bientôt venir.“

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The Vampire

Kain on the top of Brooklyn Bridge. It was a cold and dark night. Perfect time to watch the beautiful city lights. This made him feel out of his time. The lights were like stars on the ground. So close to reaching. While he was there might as well get a meal. Kain found a male trying to must the courage to jump. He quickly knocked the male unconscious to feed on the male. He fed in a good spot so on lookers would see anything and if they did then It would seem like he was making out with the male. Kain didn't take enough to kill the mortal. Just enough to make him have a headache in the morning. After that Kain decided it was best to walk home. It felt like something else was there. something else entirely. He kept his eye open. continuing to walk waiting for the unknown to reveal themselves.

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Connections

WARLOCKS: Kain respects warlocks. His dead girlfriend was a warlock so he can’t help to respect them. Any warlock oc might know kain from his relationship with the dead warlock. That and their spells are very cool.

VAMPIRES: He feels neutral towards his own kind. It depends on the vampire. If anyone wants to be his sire then you can pm me. It's not required.

MUDEANS: He respects them and wishes them to be safe. He doesn't want to see them all slaughtered by the underworlders.

SHADOWHUNTERS: He respects them for what they do. It takes guts.

FEELIE: never met one.

WEREWOLVES: meh.

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Occ info:

Name: Raven

Age: 18

Timezone: Mountain time zone

Activity: Medium

Preferred pronouns: She, her

In Character:

Name: Kain Barron

FC: ben barnes

Occupation: Currently searching

Species: Vampire

Age: 518

Gender & Sexuality:  Pansexual

Hometown: Valle D’Aosta, Italy

A quote for your character:  "a jester's chief employment is to kill himself for your enjoyment." -Hawkings, A court jester

Extra information: Kain can speak Italian, French, and English. That's all the languages he cares to learn.

Character Bio

Kain Barron's life started on May 14, 1418. Born to a family of jesters. He shortly was birthed after his twin sister Mina. Both were healthy babies. The mother who birthed him was Sarah Barron, the royal seamstress. His father, Voltaire Barron, came from a long line of jesters. A path he would also follow. They lived and worked in the Lord's castle. There his father performed and his mother made dresses and tapestries. Kain's childhood was his fondest memories. When he hit the age of 10 his father journeyed with him to the guild of jesters. It was an amazing experience for him. There they learned the officially acceptable jokes and debated on whats funny. That part was surprisingly boring but in the end, they would have a jester worthy party filled with tricks, music, and jokes. 1512 was when the flea and rat population grew to worrying heights. Kain remembered helping his father set up traps for the rats and killing them with a simple spear. Flea welts were always a problem. The constant itching was annoying. As they were trapping and killing rats in their small living space his father was bitten. Not too soon his father became sick with an unknown disease.Kain's mother worked tirelessly in attempts to keep his father alive. All of which were in vain. Voltaire Barron died shortly after he caught the disease. His father’s death was hard for him but he had to press on. He took his father's role as court jester to entertain the Lord and his family. This marked the year everything began to fall apart for him. After the two twins grew they would as well grew farther apart. Mina never wanted to be a seamstress. She was more of a romantic. Dreams of finding her true love and having him provide and take care of their vast children. The twin sister made a grave mistake. She fell in love with a priest. A priest that took the vow of abstinence. When the town's people found out they dragged them both to the stake to burn. This both horrified Kain and traumatized him. To watch his own dear sister burn was horrible to him. As the man of the house and the only child alive he tried to take care of his now, Ill mother. With all the death it weighed down his mother's heart. Soon she fell victim to the same thing that killed his father. After some years the sickness around town around town soon grew worse. Rats and fleas ran rabid. It was almost impossible to take care of the rat problem and Kain’s whole body felt itchier. The peasants began to drop dead on the streets. So much so that the graveyards over flowed. This was strange since the black plague stopped its terroir 200 years ago. The nobles were not worried about this. Their parties still went on and even in this dark time Kain had to entertain. Their laughs would make him feel better. Hearing laughter made the pain go away. He became a favorite of the nobles. At the age of 20, he as well became a victim of the same thing that killed his father. He can still remember the pain he felt while ill. His fingers rotting away and a painful welt on his leg. This masked the pain all over his body though. The fleas still munched on his blood and the rats fed on the rotting flesh. On His dying moments, he dreamed of a woman. Then everything went black only to wake up buried alive among other corpses. He managed to dig himself out of the dirt. It was impressive to managed to get out from the weight. He felt stronger, cold and hungry. This was the start of a long journey ahead.