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[Keithus]

Arc 1: Bound and Broken

Doin' List

Welcome to Almund - 20 Vhalar, 725

The Number One Rule - 24 Vhalar, 725

Fear and Loathing in Scalvoris - 24 Vhalar, 725

Two Fish Outta' Water - 25 Vhalar, 725

On The Line - 27 Vhalar, 725

Another Day's Work - 28 Vhalar, 725 (Wealth)

The Very Bad Long Day Preface - 29 Vhalar, 725 (Strength, Unarmed, Dance)

Dreams of Home - 30 Ymiden, 714

The Very Bad, Long, Day. - 30 Vhalar, 725 (Endurance, Unarmed, Strength)
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Dream/KO Sequence:

Short - Dreamin' of Somethin' Better (Psychology, Meditation, Endurance)

Any Length - Open Cool-Down Thread Before Climax

Short - Ongoing Hatemail Threads w/ Sade (Intimidation, Socialization, Psychology)

[Keithus]

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[Keithus]

Bad Bad Day Preface

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[Keithus]

Keith Cornwood

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Keith Cornwood

Name: "Big" Keith Cornwood

Race: Human

Date of Birth: Ymiden 30, 695

Date of Death: Ziada 41, 720

Relationship: Eldest Brother

Skills: Combat (Blades): 60 / Combat (Unarmed): 10 / Endurance: 30 / Tactics: 10 / Leadership: 15 / Socialization: 15 / Caregiving: 10 / Etiquette: 10

Appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160 lbs


While not the most imposing figure among the Cornwoods, Keith had a solid frame. Keith's curly brown hair rested underneath a fine chaperon, complimenting his groomed beard. The wrinkles on his face placed him looking 5 arcs older than he truly was, a compliment to the many situations he was forced to defuse that his family never thanked him for. He wore his family's chainmail on most days, as he was often on patrol or listening in on the elders' meetings to offer a helping hand.

Personality

Being the eldest of his crop, Keith was the first of his generation to be born into the Runwaters. Raised by parents eager to give him siblings, Keith was raised specifically with the intention that he would assist them in taking care of the family, eventually becoming the patriarch (not in Mama's words) of the family. Raised with love, respect, and responsibility in his mind, Keith often tried to seek understandin' and compromise in conflict, believing heavily in bonds of community and family. When Keithus (Little Keith) began fighting, his older brother, "Big Keith" would try to control Little Keith some days, while on the others he would back his bold little brother up, taking the hits he knew his little brother couldn't handle.

Whether they remembered it or not, Keith was always the one to tend to a sick family member, monitoring them throughout the night as he tended the fire in the cold seasons. Having listened to the tales of war from Papa and Grandpappy, Keith naturally felt it irresponsible of him to consider going off to play war. He loved his job protecting the town, but that's because they were his people. If he were to go off an' die, who would tend the fires? Who would control Little Keith? Hell, who would do anythin'?

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Dreams of Home

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"You didn't hear me?" A young, barrel-chested boy crossed his arms, liftin' his chin to show Deren he wasn't afraid. "I called you stupid. An' mean." His voice cracked, but he didn't let the emberassment show. That kept happenin' to him, an' he didn't like it one bit. Deren was smirkin', and stepped away from Petey, whose face of shadows quickly grabbed his sack an' drifted away: He knew his little brother had this covered. When Big Keith weren't there to talk it out like an adult, he was yer' next best bet. "Well well! if it isn't the Lawman of The Runwaters!" Deren tried to pop his knuckles as he started to menacin'ly walk toward the goody two-shoes who dared stand up to him.

Little Keith hadn't yet learned the word 'bully', but he'd already learned he liked standin' up to em', even when they were a couple heads taller. "This town wouldn't need no law if you weren't so STUPID, Deren. You think of that?" The older boy wasn't impressed and stopped, but Little Keith expected this. He tensed his arms, preparin' to throw em' up after he lit this fire. "You should pick on boys your size, you sad little loser." Little Keith could tell it registered when Deren's eyes got all fiery like. Raisin' his guard, he prepared t-

"UGH!" Deren's fist connected with his cheek: the older boy's arm were so dern' lon-

"GUH." And then a second punch to his ribs: Gotdern', it was almos' done.

"BLUGH!" And then Deren's knee connected: Little Keith fallin' to the groun' face-first, tryin' to breathe. He hated this part, it was like fightin' monsters or somethin' without a spear.

"HAH! How are you so STUPID, Keithus?" Deren's maniacal eyes showed relief and malicious intent as he chuckled to himself, lookin' down on the anklebiter that tried to get in his way. "I always told the boys I could take you on if they weren't in my way." Deren started walkin' closer, keen to play with his food an' play kickball with him mos' likely. Little Keith had finally gotten' a sense of direction back, along with most of his breathin'. This guy was goin' down--now that he'd gotten close enough for him to operate.

"You're so annoying Keithus." Deren shook his head. "Me and Margaret were doing JUST fine before you started talking to her about 'how a lady should be treated', you prick. Heh, you're gonna REGRET IT NO- Oh-Ah, AHHHHH!" If he coulda' said somethin' to that dum' excuse he jus' heard, he would. But Little Keith was too busy bitin' the giant's ankle til' he fell.

"GET OFF OF ME YOU WASTE OF CROP!" Out of sheer rage Deren began throwing his leg left an' right to shake the beast off of him, but to no avail. Left an' right the boy was thrown into grass and tool shack, and still he remained. Finally, the giant acted out of panic and turned to run, draggin' him across the groun'. Unfortunately for Deren his knees buckled, givin' the young beast a chance to punch into the back of Deren's knee, forcin' him to fight on an equal level.

"GET OFF OF ME, KEITHUS. GET OFF!" But it didn't matter, he'd already awoken the bear. Little Keith tore his teeth outta' the villain's ankle, spittin' out a little bit of his own blood from the whiplash. Pullin' himself up, he looked Deren in the eyes. "Not so tall now, are ya big boy?" He smiled, revealing his bloody lip. Deren looked at him in disbelief. How could things have gone so wrong? Little Keith started swingin' his fists, producin' considerable damage for his age before Deren finally pushed him an' ran to his mama.

Standin' up and dustin' himself off, Little Keith sported his new shiner proudly as he walked back into town, followin' the river. He was gonna be talkin' about this for weeks! Lettin' his hands glide through the grass, Little Keith hummed a tune his uncle had been playin' back at home. Soon as story time was over, he knew he was askin' for that tune again before bed. Closin' his eyes, he took a whiff of Mama's Cookin' to guide him back home, and there it was! It was sweet and heavy stew, with what musta' been the best smellin' meat he'd ever smelt! Shortly after, Little Keith excitedly ran up the stairs attached to the porch and opened the door.

A warm interior welcomed him. A couple of his brothers passed by him, their shadows proudly carrying toy soldiers, most definitely headin' for the porch. "Hey Keithus! Petey done told us what you did!" His ears couldn't register their voices, but he knew thats what the garblin' meant. Little Keith grinned, "And you ain't even heard the half of it! That boy gone wish he never thought about bein' mean!" holdin' the door open, their shades slipped out, slightly melding with the door. "I'll be out soon, -----!" Wavin' them goodbye as he entered the cabin, closin' the door behind him. Mama's chair was rockin', but she weren't there. Where was she? Heck, where was anybody? No, none of this was right. Little Keith opened the door outside and walked back out. Mama musta' been busy cookin' and didn't wanna be disturbed. Oh well, just meant more time for fun! His two brothers had already disappeared off the porch, but they'd left their toys out, unfortunately for them!

Little Keith was the commander of his castle, fielding an impressive two (thousand) soldiers, expertly trained and ready to defend their homelands. They were outnumbered, four-to-one. Any other day, this would have been suicide. But Keithus was there, on the front line with his men: The Marshal that only placed himself with his vanguard, out of respect. Big Keith always said he wouldn't remain Marshal long if he stayed on the front line, but he was wrong! Keithus had fought hundreds of battles where no man would wish to be, and his men loved him for it. As the breaks long battle ensued, Little Keith filled his mind with wonder until he finally heard the creaking of the porch steps.

"Is that Little Keith I see?"

Litttle Keith's head flew up in excitement. "Big Keith!" His curly hair rested underneath their Grandpappy's cap, and his finely groomed beard made him look fierce, but wise. He was smilin', but he looked real tired as he took a seat on one of the rockin' chairs outside. Taking a moment of peace, he lifted the chainmail he was wearing a few inches offa' himself, givin' his body a moment to breathe. He was always talkin' bout' how hot and sweaty it made him, an' told Little Keith not to marvel at it. Not that Little Keith was keen to listen: Big Keith was badass lookin'. The young boy stood up and confidently sat down next to his brother, gesturin' to his battlefield like he'd just run into his military advisor. "Its been a pretty," looking left and right for adults, "damning... battle, I have to admit." Little Keith's expression was stony and serious, which only lead his big brother to smile more. "Yeah? You fightin' in the vanguard again?" Little Keith nodded. Big Keith chuckled. "How else could I send my men into certain death?" The Marshal shrugged, this was the only decision he had.

"Was it, now?" Big Keith stroked his beard, looking over the battle of ten (thousand) troops. Slowly, his thinkin' face turned on. Little Keith had always wondered how he did that. "Why're you fighting in the field, Marshal, and not from your walls?" He knew the real answer was cause they'd accidentally lost their 'castle' in the water, after Little Keith and one of the older teenagers had fallen on it. But Little Keith, he knew, would not say this, because he never used the castle. "They think we're helpless cause' we ain't got as many people on our side as them, Keith! But it isn't true: and we'll prove it to the man." His elder nodded, listenin' to him as he looked em' in the eye pensively. As if thinkin' of somethin' he pointed at a unit of the Marshal's soldiers. "Tell me, brother. Do you know the names of the officers that call your orders down the line, where you cannot be?" Little Keith frowned. He was tempted to say yes, but he didn't like liars, so he shook his head. His brother nodded along calmly, "....what about the men you're fightin' with in the vanguard right now?" His frown only grew, lookin' at the one (thousand) soldiers he didn't know, but commanded. "I don't doubt you can take all these boys down, Keithus. Even without a fort, outnumbered. But who's gonna be left to go home when your victory is secured? Who's gonna get to see their Mama, or make sure Deren doesn't get out of hand again?"

Uh oh. He already knew. How long had he been commandin' his troops? His brother smirked, and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Little Keith. Don't know how you continue to surprise me." They both chuckled together for a time, and Little Keith gave his brother a play-by-play in case Deren had skewed the information, his pride was known to make him a liar. His brother listened intently, givin' him respect once the tale reached its end. After a moment of the two sittin' in their chairs lookin' over the town, Big Keith spoke up. "I'm not mad at you for fightin', Keithus. You see hurt folk and you wanna help em'. I just wish you saw every way you can help somebody, instead of jus' choosin' your fists every time. That violence'll break a man, brother. It don't matter how tough they are. One day they shed a little too much blood, and it's stained on em' forever, they never feel right again." Little Keith looked to his brother, realizin' he was lookin' at him with some kinda sadness, like he knew somethin' and didn't think he was old enough to hear it. "Yer' just twelve arcs old, Keithus. But I feel like I'm lookin' at myself, almost." He produced a pipe, lightin' it and takin' a puff. Gosh, he was cool. "I... love ya, brother. I jus' hope I can teach you that love is strength, fore' you never get to learn."

Silence enveloped the two brothers. Keithus felt uncomfortable, almost scared at what his brother had said, but deeply grateful. He sat in it with Keith, the two rockin' the sun away, takin' the momnent in for what it was. "...I love ya too, Keith."

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After havin' dragged the thief into another alley deeper in the city to give them some distance, Keithus rested his unconscious body against the wall, placin' the torn package beside him as he knelt to pat the guy down. You could always count on a freak like this havin' a knife or two, after all. As he combed his chest and reached the waistline, he discovered somethin' like thick cloth. Huh, must be some kinda' hidden belt or some shit. If he weren't so worried about the ruckus they just made, he'd have spent more time disarming the guy, but he just needed to know if he was armed, an' where to expect him to try an' draw from. The way Keithus saw it, he had two options. Turn this guy into fish food to send a message, or force him to help fix his mistake.

Some kinda' powder had been pourin' out of the package he'd been carryin'. Some of it was restin' on his boots, an' he weren't keen on touchin' it. Whatever this stuff was, it had more value than his own life whether he wanted to say it or not. Scar was real clear on the rules, after all, and he'd shown far too much weakness. If he tortured this boy outta' his mind, he might get a clean slate. But there was a difference between beatin' a man senseless for bein' an idiot, an' torturin' him outta' plain cruelty. Plus, there was a real fair chance Scar wouldn't care, since this stuff was prolly' worth more than he understood. No, he would need a far better answer: one where he wasn''t rollin' the dice on his life after givin' up whatever man he still had left within his soul. And so he would wait, risin' back to his feet and leanin' against the opposin' wall with his package. Everythin' was on the line, and this was when Keithus operated best. He'd smeared a little o' this guy's blood on the entrance of the alley as a warnin' to any other toughs that it was occupied.

Closin' on a break later, the thief began to stir. Keithus patiently watched, tensin' his body in case he needed to hold the guy down. There was no time to play no more, unfortunately for the both'a them. He slowly began to gain control over his body once more, slidin' himself closer to a sittin' position as he looked up at Keithus. “Hey,” He snapped. Now with his face lookin' up, Keithus could register his handiwork from earlier: the man's eye was swellin' up. He musta' put too much force into that punch, he weren't thinkin' too straight by the end of it. “You make a habit of hurting innocent people?” Usin' the shadows to his advantage, Keithus rolled his eyes. Sure this was borderin' on unusual, but what had he expected? He was playin' with fire from the start, even if he didn't wanna admit it.

"Unfortunately, it's becomin' more of a thing than I'd like it to be." He frowned. "But I could ask you the same thing, buddy. Because of you, we're both prolly gonna have to hurt a person or two tonight to save our own skin." Keithus spit on the ground, away from the both of them to show his respectful distaste. "Don't think about runnin'. That package you opened wasn't allowed to be opened. Understand? An' if I take it where I'm s'posed to, I'll get in trouble," he paused, pointin' at the thief. "And then you will get in trouble. So I reckon neither of us want trouble such as this, and we both would prefer to fix our mistake, right?"

Keithus took a step forward, an' offered a hand to help the thief up, in case his noggin' was too banged up to understand half o' that. It was safer this way anyways: if he reached for somethin', he was within strikin' distance.