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Name Kirkley
Age Roughly 40,000 years
Gender Male
Sexuality Pansexual
Species Skin Changer
Ethnicity N/A
Height 7'
Occupation N/A
Residence N/A
Voice Liam Neeson

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Physical Description
Kirkley is a big man, as muscular as he is tall. 40,000 years of immortality is a lot of time to spend working out and getting stronger, after all. At one point his skin was likely a mocha color, however after so many years of tattoos put over top of tattoos, it has darkened to a light brown, interrupted by weaving patterns of black ink and the pale whitish-pink of too many scars. His hair is a mixture of extreme dark brown and black, and he prefers to keep it long, in this day and age where longer hair is more easily maintained. He also sports a fancily shaven trim around his chin and jawline, perfected by years of learning how to cut it himself with varying tools. His eyes are hardened by years of struggle and cruelty; they shine bright like a mythical beast's, yet are often somewhat desolate, despite their peculiar metallic golden color and dark scleras.

In his prehistoric form, Kirkley is a gigantic, 10-foot long carnivore from nose to tail tip. Weighing roughly 1,080 pounds, he's built out of sheer muscle and power meant to snap the bones of most modern day animals. With a light caramel fur color and dark brown stripes fading gradually from his mid-back to his haunches, he's a wild beast that means business and will happily shred someone to pieces if properly provoked.

Personality
Kirkley is a family man, through and through. He feels most at home with good company, people he can call near blood relatives--after all, it's not like he has any of those left anymore. Yet the search for good company that can keep up with his lifespan is damn near impossible, and this is a realization that has deeply sullied his former personality of cheer and good spirits. He's been weathered and worn down, and there is only one word to appropriately describe him as he is now: Miserable. That isn't to say that he still can't enjoy the presence of others, or the occasional adventure--it's all he can do to cope. He has to take pleasure in the little things, the random mishaps and meetings he has with others, because if he doesn't focus on those few good things, he'll likely have nothing left at all.

He still tries to maintain an open mind and open heart, and is usually friendly, kind and patronly to those he meets, however finding your way past the walls around his heart is much harder than a simple "Hi, how are you?" Becoming someone he truly loves is a task in and of itself, and currently there is only one alive on this earth that measure up to that.

Magic/Abilities

Gift/Curse
Kirkley is gifted/cursed with immortality along with his ability to transform into a prehistoric beast. This makes him like a pseudo were-creature of sorts, and yet different. He can transform at will, however it isn't painless, and on nights of solar eclipses, he is forced to change, much in the way a wolf might be on a full moon.

Relationships
Ain- long time best friend and general partner in crime/shenanigans

Bifrost- Kirkley's current companion, and it looks like he'll be sticking around longer than either of them intended. Initially met when Bifrost got sidetracked and stole his pants, Kirkley forgave him and decided to help him find his brothers--who they found to be dead. Giving in to the increasing feelings of familiarity and that he should never not be by Bifrost's side, he has offered to travel with him, while the two try to figure out what exactly they are to each other and what it means.

History
Thousands of years ago, Kirkley was born into a tribe of homo sapiens who had crossed into the region of Le'raana as it is today. Though primitive by today's standards, they were impressive of their own rights. They worshiped the ground and all of the living creatures on it, the skies, and oceans, rivers, lakes and streams. However, some beasts were held in higher regard than others, thought to be gods and immortals. One of them was the recovered skull of a Hyaenodon Gigas, carried with the tribe for a generation or two before Kirkley was born into it. The skull was thought to be that of a great immortal creature; it communicated with the elders, and when Kirkley turned 16, it chose him.

Always fascinated by this ancient mystery, Kirkley had always felt a pull towards the skull. He admired its teeth, the strength in its jaws, and had wished since his earliest years that he could be like that skull--strong, all-powerful: able to protect the ones he loved and cared about so deeply.

The elders thought it was the work and will of the gods; because his wish was granted.

On the night of a solar eclipse, that skull spoke to him, and it told him it could give him everything he wanted if he was willing to sacrifice everything for it. He didn't know what that meant at the time; he was 16, he practically had nothing to sacrifice. All he had was the love in his heart and the pure intentions of his mind. The spirit of the skull changed him, and it gave him the power he sought; he quite possibly became one of the first types of a were-creature, in a way. With the power of transformation, he gained immortality.

At first this change was great; he was thought of as a blessing to his tribe. He hunted with them, as the gigantic Hyaenodon of the past; he fought for them, protected them, and cherished them. But all good things come to an end soon.

His tribe members died, one by one, and the introduction of new sicknesses from visits with other indigenous peoples drove them to extinction. All but Kirkley, who was immune to most.

The next thousands of years of his life were spent wandering, lost and alone--from one tribe to another, eventually to different villages, and then to different towns and cities. His appearance is strange now, and he is easily picked out as a stranger or some kind of foreigner; it's become harder to make friends now more than ever. Eventually he crafted a new name for himself, and as thousands of years of memories piled one on top of another, he began to forget about his past. If you asked him where he came from, who his parents were, or how he ended up this way today, he wouldn't be able to tell you. The only thing he knows is that he still has that giant skull, and that it still means the world to him, because it's all he has left.

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