Kyne Langston

## UPDATES AND STORY LINE

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Full Height: 6'10" / 208cm

*Stands and walks with a slouch*

*Lanky and skinny, but nimble*

## QUOTES & PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION

*"Oh sweetheart- do you need help?"*

*"Does my height intimidate you? I promise I'm nice!""*

## BACKSTORY

The taste of dust filled my mouth again as I felt my head get slammed against the floor of the cafe’s back porch. Almost all of my managers were insufferable, but this one was by far the worst. He’d abuse me day after day no matter how hard I worked in his shop. After that he threw me onto the road for a nice end to my shift. I picked myself off the magma and slowly walked home, ignoring the ache in my head. I crouched behind the familiar rock, crawling into my little room. Some people may see this as homelessness, but for me it was comfortable. On lucky days I’d be able to sleep at Ceray’s house, but it was unusual, especially because of how far away he lived. I sighed and wiped the dust off of my clothes before curling into a ball and falling asleep.

The next few months were the same cycle- until I finally gained enough to leave. Fucking finally. The time of staying silent was over. I sat in my bed, silently sharpening the knife Ceray had gifted me a few weeks prior. Since the day I got it, I haven’t touched it without wearing gloves- the metal was just too precious to be meddled with. I looked at myself through the reflection and smiled. The knife would have a purpose today. A purpose other than to be displayed on my wall. But just as I was about to hide it within a pocket of my coat, I heard knocking. Quickly putting the weapon back up on its shelf, I opened the door to see Ceray. I was surprised of course, since he rarely visits me. But then I remembered- we’d promised to leave today.

He took a look around my room, his gaze stopping at the knife.

*”I keep it clean, you know.”*

He just smiled, picking it up from where I had put it just seconds earlier. I watched as he turned it around in his bare hands.

*”Last day of work today right? Better get going, I’ll stay here until you get back.”*

I just nodded, and took the knife from his hands. There were fingerprints plastered all over it- his fingerprints. Without time to clean it off, I shook my head, it didn’t matter. Walking into my job, I smiled at the owner.

*”I quit.”*

He started yelling at me, getting as red as nether wart. I watched as his anger overflowed and waited for the hit. I knew it was coming. And as I thought, he balled up his first, rocking me straight in the temple. I fell over and stared up at him in fear. Of course, most of it was fake, but there was a part of me that was genuinely horrified by this man. He started getting down to beat me more but as he did I pulled the knife. Ceray’s knife. My knife.

Without second thought, I reached up, slitting his throat with one squelching slice. He grabbed at his neck, desperately trying to live, but the blood flow was too fast. I dropped the knife at his feet, and ran off. After running for a few miles, I stopped beside a tree. I gasped for air, trying to suppress the happiness that flowed through my veins. I killed him. I fucking killed him. After all of that torture he put me through- he was dead. The police system in this world was fucked- as everything else was, so I had high doubts of anyone coming after me. Catching my breath, I head back home. I’d just tell Ceray they let me go. I reached the door and opened it slowly, smiling at the man sitting on my bed.

*”Let’s go.”*

He took my hand and we left everything behind us. We’d go to the overworld together and start some cute life without any distractions.

I stopped after a few hours of traveling, leading him under a tree to rest.

*”I’m going to show you the moon someday.”*

*”I’d love that Kyne.”*

We sat in silence for a few moments before he asked me something.

*”By the way, where’d the knife go? I haven’t seen it since this morning.”*

My heart dropped for a moment as I realized where I had left it. The knife with his fingerprints, right on top of my manager’s dead body.

*”Oh shit, I must have left it at work. Should we go back?”*

Ceray just shook his head.

*”I can get you a new knife Kyne, for now I’d rather stay here with you.”*

Leaning against Ceray I closed my eyes, but the only images that played were thoughts of his being taken away by the police. Taken away for a crime I committed. Opening my eyes I looked up at him. He’d fallen asleep, but I watched as his eyes flickered. At least I wouldn’t be the one convicted. I’m sorry.

The next morning, we continued our walk, eventually reaching a giant lake of fire.

*”I’ll make a bridge okay? Just follow me slowly.”*

I nodded and watched as he started making his way over the lava. I followed behind him slowly, watching him take careful steps as he added to the thin path he was creating. I looked down below me and shivered, hurrying up my pace so we could get across quickly. Not realizing I was so close to Ceray I bumped into him, causing him to stumble. I remember it all so vividly. He had tried to catch his balance, falling backwards in what seemed like slow motion. He reached his arm out for me to try and grab but it was too late. I watched in shock as he tore down through the dusty air, hearing his blood curdling scream as he made his descent. I looked away before he hit the lava; I couldn’t bear watching him fall all the way in. For a few seconds I stood there, unable to move, unable to breathe. Ceray had just.. died. Right in front of me. Was I supposed to jump down after him? End our lives together? I didn’t want to be alone, not again. Ceray had helped me through everything- god, if he hadn’t been there for me I might’ve jumped to his fate on my own conscience. My hands shook and I started to realize how fast my breathing had become.

I slowly crouched down and continued the bridge. I built over where he fell and I continued until I got to the other side. I continued without looking back, just walking and walking until I got to a secluded area. I finally stopped there, starting to create a portal to the overworld while lightly breathing. I lit the obsidian rectangle up, watching as it glowed purple. Before I went through, I started a small fire on the side and threw away everything. Ceray’s photographs, our letters, and everything else that reminded me of him.

*'At least the police won’t find him. He’s dead.'*

And with that, I walked through the sparkling purple mist, leaving the hell scape I once called home.

## SKILLS & ABILITIES

* Skilled in stalking and information gaining

## FUN FACTS

* His favorite drink is cider from an old pub called the 'Travelling Toad' he used to go to.
* He has a bit of education from when he went to school.
* His pet monkey, Luigi Man, has been with him through all his travels.
* Link to some canon/non-canon stuff