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Kelvin Woods

"We all have a purpose... Mine is just an unsavory one."

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a character in “Aes SΓ­dhe”, as played by JackofBlades

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β—’β—’ n a m e : xxx Kelvin Woods

β—’β—’ a l i a s : xxWinter’s Wrath xxxIron

β—’β—’ h u m a nxxn a m e : xxxMorgan Winchester

β—’β—’ a g e : xxxSeven hundred and seventy five

β—’β—’ s e x u a l i t y : xxxHeterosexual

β—’β—’ c o u r t : xxxWinter Court

β—’β—’ r o l e : xxxSeekerxxxWarden

β—’β—’ o c c u p a t i o n : xxxEnforcer

β—’β—’ p r i m a r yxxp o w e r : xxxIndomitable

β—’β—’ s e c o n d a r yxxp o w e r : xxxForesightxxx&xxxTransfer

β—’β—’ t h o u g h txxc o l o u r : xxx#7FDBE3

β—’β—’ d i a l o g u exxc o l o u r : xxx#1C1B47


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β—’β—’ a p p e a r a n c e

W h i t exxxdead like vines covered in frost wrap around Kelvin’s lean body, an unmistakable trait belonging to those of the Winter Court. His pale ghostly skin is covered with runic symbols and numerous scars, memories of conflict etched onto his skin. Kelvin’s white hair was seemingly frozen in place, perfectly styled the way he wants. Pale blue eyes which reflected light as a frozen glacier stare piercingly at those who catch his sight. Unlike most fae Kelvin has grown a full beard, which takes great effort and is something he is very proud of. Although Kelvin lacks wings he does have two white horns that protrude from his forehead, curved and somewhat hidden in his hair.

H i sxxxhuman glamor differed slightly from Kelvin’s fae appearance. Kelvin’s hair has changed from white to brown with blonde highlights and is more unkempt in comparison to his fae appearance. His scars are completely hidden and runic symbols appear as various tattoos covering his body. His pale ghostly skin has been glamored to appear as a lightly tanned olive. Dark aviator shades cover Kelvin’s eyes which have changed to a steel like hue, which still had their reflective nature, to mask his origins.

S t r e e txxxwear is the words you would use to describe Kelvin’s sense of fashion. Kelvin prefers to wear low-cut shirts, or completely unbuttoned shirts, to show the many tattoos on his lean athletic 6’2 body. On most days you can find Kelvin wearing; a long coat or jacket, graphic t-shirt, dark dyed jeans, sneakers, sunglasses, and various accessories such as bracelets, rings, and necklaces. When Kelvin is at home or by himself he will strip down and wear only pants, something which has led to many awkward conversations.

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K n o w nxxxto be a strong-willed and loyal member of the Winter Court. A natural, powerful, and renowned leader in times of conflict whom even the most powerful members of the courts hold begrudging respect for. An intelligent and strategic mind developed over years of combat and study make Kelvin one of the most experienced fae in the art of war. However despite his military brilliance and the many great acts he has performed for the courts, Kelvin is viewed by many to be an unsavory and aggressive member of the fae community who is only needed when his skill set is deemed necessary.

D e s p i t exxxthe beliefs of the greater community there is more to Kelvin than his scars and war stories. A loner by choice due to unpleasant memories shared with fellow fae, Kelvin finds companionship within books and nature. Studious and kind in direct contrast to what most believe him to be. Kelvin actually doesn't much care for warfare but is drawn to it because of his powers and past. He would rather spend his days in comfort among friends, eating good food and sipping on honey but it seems that such a peaceful life is not in the cards for the Winter's Wrath.

T h o s exxxwho are considered friends of Kelvin are few and far between but he is respected by most in positions of power and feared by those who don't know him. But the few who are friends of him have one of the most loyal, trustworthy, and caring friends that you can ever have. Loving and caring to those who he truly views as friends and loyal to a fault, he defines what a best friend should be; a shoulder to cry on when times are bad, standing with you when a storm is coming, a partner in crime when you're having fun, and tough when you need a stern talking to.


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β—’β—’ l i k e s

Books xxx Breakfast xxx Books xxx Money xxx Coffee
Music xxx Weaponry xxx Fruit xxx Sports xxx Theater
White xxx Jackets xxx Gems xxx Beard xxx Women
Blue xxx Nature xxx Honey xxx Nudity xxx Water

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Dancing xxx Dessert xxx Liars xxx Drugs xxx Death
Fighting xxx Scars xxx Work xxx Iron xxx Bullies
Pink xxx Idiots xxx Arrogance xxx Holes xxx Feeling
Cucumbers xxx Hugs xxx Waking up xxx Sun xxx Noise


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P h y s i c a l i t yxxxCenturies of dedicated training and natural-born abilities have culminated in creating one of the most athletic and physically capable faes. He isn't the most physically imposing person but instead an efficient physical machine capable of incredible physical feats.

T a c t i c sxxxYears of study and combat have made Kelvin an amazing strategic mind known for leading many battles to victory. This also includes knowledge and usage of various forms of weaponry and how to best defend the fae from them.

L e a d e r s h i pxxxAlong with tactical knowledge Kelvin is a capable supervisor and an efficient manager. Using his strong personality and charisma to lead and direct those he commands to victory and safety, as long as they are willing to follow his orders.


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T a c txxxAlthough Kelvin is charismatic he lacks skills in diplomacy, specifically being tactful and sensitive. He isn't lacking the ability to learn to be more diplomatic but rather he thinks that it is a waste of time and would rather be direct.

B a t t l e - s c a r r e dxxxKelvin has taken a beating over the years, as his scars show, which has left him with residual pain. Fighting through the pain has become common for him but there are days when he is more fatigued and less capable of physical feats he would usually be capable of.

V i c e sxxxWe all have our personal vices and Kelvin is no exception. Drugs, alcohol, honey, and women are all vices which he is weak to and after enough temptation he will need to exert a lot of willpower to keep from succumbing to his vices.


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I n d o m i t a b l exxxThe many feats of Kelvin would not have been possible without the Indomitable power which could make him an untouchable juggernaut. Passively this power made Kelvin's natural physical abilities comparable to an Olympic athlete and made him more resistant to the affects of iron. However when activated his skin will become impenetrable and his bones indestructible, making him near a terrifying foe. His strength, speed, and stamina will exceed that of any mortal man and fae but there are quite a few drawbacks and weaknesses to this power. Kelvin although invulnerability could still feel pain and could still be damaged internally, such as organ destruction and bleeding. Continued use of the Indomitable power would exhaust Kelvin and after deactivation would cause extreme pain and if injured heavily would result in him entering a coma like state. Because of this cost Kelvin rarely uses the activated abilities of Indomitable and relies more on his natural skill and abilities that he gains passively.

F o r e s i g h txxxKelvin also had two secondary powers, one of which is Foresight which gives him the opportunity to view glimpses into the future. Used mostly in combat Kelvin could see a few seconds into the future when debating how to approach or react within a given circumstance. He would then see the most likely future if he followed through with his actions and then he can act accordingly either changing the future or not. Although useful, especially in combat, there are a few limitations to this ability. First, he can only see a few seconds into the future. Second, he can only activate Foresight with actions he will or will not do and can not see the future based on another person's actions. And lastly, there are a few powers which can hide the most likely future from him which would make him see the next likely future that isn't affected by that power, or if the power is strong enough completely overpower Kelvin's Foresight entirely.

T r a n s f e rxxxHis second secondary power is Transfer which makes him capable of transferring strength, energy, and or life force into another being. Used in conjunction with Indomitable make it possible for Kelvin to empower another with his incredible strength and defenses. He can also use Transfer to support others through healing by giving his life-force unto another. The biggest flaw to using Transfer is that Kelvin can not use Indomitable as well as give it to another which makes him vulnerable. Any energy transferred will be equally physically draining to Kelvin and will need to be replenished over time and any life-force used to heal will reduce his longevity for the time it would take to naturally heal the would, which makes fatal wounds near impossible for him to heal.

G r a mxxxKelvin has wielded many weapons over the years but the one that has never left his side is his long sword Gram, named after the legendary sword and often times mistaken for it. Gram's bronze blade has been used to slay numberless beings over the centuries, creature and fae alike. Times have changed however, you can't carry a sword with you wherever you go so because of this Gram has been disguised in the form of a sword cane to be carried in public. Appearing as a dark mahogany cane with a bronze collar and simple handle. The bronze blade has been reduced to a 0.75 inch width and 2.5 foot length to be properly hidden within the cane but is still as sharp as it has always been.


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O nxxxa cold starry night among the Winter Court a young family welcomed the newest member of their family, a handsome baby boy they named Kelvin. The Woods wanted to celebrate the successful birth of their son so they began to call and invite their friends and family to share in their happiness the following day. Those who were invited gathered together in merry celebration, with food and honey enough for all those gathered to share.

T h exxxWoods happy family life would continue through Kelvin's childhood, where he grew to become an athletic and smart boy. Kelvin would spend his early days in the Winter Woods, running and playing with the other fae children and the various animals in the forest. It became clear that Kelvin was a lot stronger and faster than the other children as his primary power Indomitable began to develop, a power which was unique from the rest of his family. Kelvin then spent most of his time studying from whatever books he could find and practice with his powers.

O n exxxday when Kelvin was older his parents were assigned to go on a mission by their lord to go among humans, telling Kelvin that they would return after they had finished their task. Kelvin hugged and kissed his family goodbye and wished them well, his parents leaving him with a necklace which would react when they would be near. A week passed but his parents hadn't returned but Kelvin patiently waited for them, believing that they must still be on their mission. A month passed and Kelvin began to worry, believing something may have happened to his family.

M o n t h sxxxpassed and turned into years, making Kelvin become restless until one day he approached his the Winter Court lord, questioning about the mission his parents were on. The lord kept the specifics of the mission to themselves but also expressed worry that they hadn't arrived back yet. Kelvin pleaded with his lord for someone to go and find his parents but the lord refused, not wanting to risk the lives of any more of their subjects. When Kelvin asked to leave he was denied by his lord.

U n a b l exxxto search for his family Kelvin desired to gain favor with all the fae lords in the hopes of receiving a mission to the human world. He worked towards this by first establishing himself as a formidable warrior by venturing into the far reaches of the fae world. In the wilds Kelvin made a name for himself by defeating various supernatural creatures, to grow his reputation. While outside of the territory of the courts Kelvin would squash any fae military might not aligned with the courts. During this time Kelvin had crafted his bronze sword Gram and also found a deposit of iron hidden far into the wilds, far from any civilization of fae. With his strong resistance to iron Kelvin took a small piece, one he would use to great effect against enemy fae.

W o r d sxxxof Kelvin's deeds reached the ears of his lord, which lead to him being summoned to the Winter Court and given the title and position of Warden. As Warden Kelvin was responsible of defending the Winter territories from any threats, venturing into the fae wilds to squash any military might against the courts, and to lead some of the Winter Court's military forces whenever battles between the courts would erupt. While accomplishing his job Kelvin gained a reputation as being a formidable and capable leader who was willing to do anything, even using underhanded tactics. One of these tactics was to surround his enemies with his forces while he went into the middle of the enemy with iron, which gained him the nickname Iron.

A f t e rxxxmany years of ruthless service as the Winter Court's Warden and using his might to destroy any enemy he faced he gained the moniker Winter's Wrath. Kelvin became despised by many fae, including those of the Winter Court but because of his effectiveness kept his position and was begrudgingly respected by many of the fae lords.

W h e nxxxThecaryn Kranan ascended to the throne the Winter's Wrath was sought out by the new king to serve under him as his enforcer but Kelvin believed he would never get a chance to go to the human world if he served the new king. News of a search party going into the human world reached his ears and Kelvin sought out his lord to go as one of the seekers, a wish he was finally granted.

W h i l exxxseeking for the halflings Kelvin sought out any information he could find on his parent's disappearance. With as few leads as he had Kelvin didn't learn much but he did find out that his parents had gone to Italy during the time of the Renaissance but why they were there was still a mystery to him. With their mission at hand Kelvin couldn't spend much time on his personal quest and so he focused on finding the halflings with even more questions about his parents.

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c h a r a c t e rxxs h e e txbyxxxlayla
f a c e c l a i mxxxKeno Weidner
p l a y e dxxb yxxxJackofBlades

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Kelvin Woods's Story

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xxxxxxThe moon released its cold, blue breath. Her sisters followed; speckles of starlight coming to life across the cold expanse overhead. And like a milky way on earth, the faelights that hovered untethered to mortal devices illuminated a path deep into the woods. Human passersby steered clear of the forest that emanated terror and demise, ushered away by a cleverly crafted glamour.
xxxxxxThose that dared venture into the sprawling canopies and distant shadows would find a mirageβ€”an illusion that broke like water when prodded. And through this unseen wallβ€”magic. For on the final night of every year, exiles and Fey without allegianceβ€”or "freefolk," as was polite to call themβ€”gathered in the fringes of New York City to celebrate the end of the earth's rotation.
xxxxxxThrough the veil were colours unseen by the human eye. Beads of light hung from the branches of ancient trees, their fingertips caressing the tips of faerie wings. A river snaked through the celebrations, spelled to bubble with a thick and cloying liquid of darkest gold.
xxxxxxFey danced to music that swelled like waves and descended in waterfalls. An alluring flute murmured its tune from the fingers of a sylph, urging lost humans to dance their worries away. Until their feet blistered, bled, and broke.
xxxxxxThe couples and groups twirling to the symphony were immune to such temptations, as they, too, had been forged of impossible things. A little blue boy giggled in his mother's arms as she twirled him 'round and 'round, her lips peeling back to reveal small, pointy teeth that could shatter human bones. Another girl blushed, her skin morphing into the emeralds and mahoganies of the trees behind her as if she could disappear into the belly of a trunk.
xxxxxx"Oi, watch it!" shouted a manβ€”who was also a goat. Thankfully, from the waist down. He glared over his shoulder at the rather ordinary looking fellow stumbling past him. The subject of his distaste grunted and waved his mug of honeyed tea, its contents sloshing over the sides and between his fingers.
xxxxxx"S'ry," he murmured, scrunching his nose. Suddenly, a sneeze erupted from him, the strength of it tossing him backward into a crate of candied apples and lifting the skirts of some wayward ladies. They squealed, sending of breath of frigid air that melded his hand to his mug.
xxxxxx"Oh, come on," he groaned, rolling onto his side and falling to the dirt. He blinked. And squeezed his eyes shut. Opened them. Closed. For surely, he must be mistaken. Or inebriated.
xxxxxxFor through the thicket of bushes and leaves, a set of ruby orbs peered into the revelry. But before the man could yell, the redcap scuttled away into darkness, leaving only a murky memory in its wake.

▁ β–‚ β–ƒ β–‚ ▁


xxxxxxAmaya peered through the lens of her microscope at the bronze watch on her worktop. Joji hummed overhead, the tremble and thump of his synth filling the old antique store with contemporary music. Amaya exhaled to his croon, and wiggled the burnisher into the bezel of the old watch.
xxxxxx"Hey grand- Shit!" A cacophony of tumbling wood and smashing metal followed his expletives, ending with the sharp punctuation of his pained wail. "Ow, ow, ow!"
xxxxxxAmaya did not look up from her work as she said, "That's $6,410 worth of priceless artifacts you just knocked over."
xxxxxx"My femur! My femur!"
xxxxxx"Is decidedly less valuable," she murmured, slipping the watch's crystal face over the dial. "What are you doing in my shop, Ishaan?"
xxxxxx"What most people do in shops? Buy things?" Ishaan emerged from behind a glass cabinet stuffed with various deadly instruments and one too many skulls. "Though I can't imagine how anyone finds anything in this place. When was the last time you organised?"
xxxxxx"It's organised."
xxxxxxIshaan looked around him at the various texts and materials littered throughout the store, all of which seemed to have been placed without reason. A cluster of feathered pens sat beside a fraying Jack-o'-lantern; a pile of rare manuscripts were poised precariously atop a sealed bottle of indiscernible liquid; a frightening puppet with only one eye hung beside a brilliant chandelier of molten gold.
xxxxxx"Right," said Ishaan.
xxxxxx"Well?" Amaya prodded. "Out with it."
xxxxxx"We need Pandora's Box for the New Year's celebrations."
xxxxxxAmaya lifted her head to pin Ishaan with her black stare. She raised a brow. "Do you?"
xxxxxx"Well, yes. Obviously. Because I just said-"
xxxxxx"It was a rhetorical question."
xxxxxx"Oh."
xxxxxxMoments passed, the silence interjected only by the soft ticking of the watch Amaya held in her hands.
xxxxxx"Soooo..." Ishaan began. "Can you do it?"
xxxxxx"Yes."
xxxxxx"Will you do it?" he clarified.
xxxxxx"What happened to the box I gave you last year?"
xxxxxx"Uh..." Ishaan smiled sheepishly. "We broke it."
xxxxxx"How?"
xxxxxx"Gertrude was gassy."
xxxxxx"That literally explains nothing."
xxxxxx"Gertrude is part orc."
xxxxxx"Oh. That explains everything." They shared a slow nod of understanding. Without warning, Amaya stood, wiping her hands on the cloth strewn over her chair. "Don't break anything or I'll sell your organs on the black market to make up my losses."
xxxxxxAmaya glided between the mountain of objects seemingly without care as Ishaan tiptoed behind her. She ducked, disappearing into a narrow passageway that opened up to reveal a marginally wider door. She twisted the handle and stepped in.
xxxxxx"You don't lock it?" Ishaan asked.
xxxxxx"Why? Would you steal from me?" she replied.
xxxxxx"N-no. Geez. Of course not. Please stop looking at me.”
xxxxxxA flood of cold air greeted them. Colder even than the Winter beyond the store's four walls. The room glowed with an eerie blue light. This was Amaya's real collection. The priceless Fey objects and relics beyond the innocuous storefront that declared this place the Home of Intangible Things.
xxxxxxPotions swirling with incandescent hues perched on shelves etched with ancient runes; a wiry potted plant emitted an eerie glow in a corner; a book whose cover shifted with every minute hovered within a glass dome. Yet Amaya ignored all these as she approached a box the size of her palm. She lifted it, peeling back the velvet cloth that encased it.
xxxxxx"Here," she said. "You'll owe me a favour for this."
xxxxxx"Yeah, yeah. I know the rules. But," he chewed his lip, "we were actually hoping for another favour from you. Could you, maybe, attend the celebrations and call upon the box yourself? Its sister was so unruly last year. We had no idea how to get it back in once we'd opened it."
xxxxxx"Put three objects of personal value into the box and call-"
xxxxxx"Yeah, we got your instructions last time. But those rascals inside are hard to wrestle."
xxxxxx"You'll have to pay extra."
xxxxxx"Already on it." Ishaan waved his arm. "My sister has a gem from one of the late king's crowns. So, deal?"
xxxxxxAmaya tilted her head, fixing him with her stare. "Deal."

▁ β–‚ β–ƒ β–‚ ▁


xxxxxxThe box held within it collective memoriesβ€”whispers of another time before the courts had been forged and anarchy reigned. Four powerful faeries had gathered to forge an alliance, carving into a map the lines of their rule. The Courts embodied the balance of the natural world. The seasonal courtsβ€”Summer and Winterβ€”would share the earth's cycle, shifting their power to reflect changes in the climate. The courts of Dark and High would create chaos and maintain order, so that the world would not fall into excess. A High Lady or Lord would command each court, with their mates at their side.
xxxxxxAmaya stood at the centre of a clearing, where a crowd had gathered in anticipation of the night's ritual. The midnight hour neared.
xxxxxxA strand of alabaster hair fluttered into Amaya’s line of vision. She beat her papery wings and the small gust that followed lifted her hair from her face. Her off-the-shoulder dress swished around her ankles, their opal colours changing in the dim light that emanated from the faelights.
xxxxxxAmaya paid her audience no head as she twisted the box’s moving parts, spinning the sundial leftward untilβ€”like a setting sun that had met its endβ€”it was eclipsed by a silver moon. She spun both ends of the box until the flourishing green tress met its barren twin on the other side.
xxxxxxPandora’s box unlocked.
xxxxxxA burst of red light blinded the Fey, and when it retreated, a chorus of cheers rose from them. Scarlet figures of smoke and vapour danced above their heads, wielding small swords and spinning in skirts that left faint trails behind them. The musicians began their symphony.
xxxxxxAmaya tilted her head upwards to watch the memories unfurl, her eyelids fluttering shut against their brilliance. The glow of the figures bounced off the crescent moon on her forehead, the curved mark scattering the colours into a kaleidoscopic dance.
xxxxxxSuddenly, a small red dancer turned and screamed.
xxxxxxAmaya's eyes snapped open. She turned as the people forged of red smoke raced with a fervour, screeching as they fought to return to their box. Large figures of flesh and bone rose behind them, their forearms encased in metal, their faces cloaked in armour. They wore the uniforms of the High Court's royal guardβ€”a legion sworn to protect the faerie on the throneβ€”but their magic did not solely belong to the High Court. A faerie with a swarm of straw-blonde hair threw a column of flame into the throngs of Fey fleeing the woods.
xxxxxx"Give us the Halflings," called a woman in copper armour. "And we might consider granting you exiles and traitors a merciful death."
xxxxxxAmaya had stilled, enraptured by the woman's familiar form, and the emerald eyes that peered from the slit in her helmet. Airell. The girl had been her friend, once. Or as close to a friend as one could find when one was imprisoned in a tower.
xxxxxxThe luck fae had warned her of this. KazimΓ­r Ε Ε₯astnΓ½. He had told her of the late king's downfall and her role in his child's resurrection. He had said with some mirth that she owed him a debt. He had saved her life, he'd claimed. When he was just a child, and she the prisoner of the High Lady of the Dark Court. She had not wanted to believe him, but she did remember him. The small boy with smaller antlers who had come to her cell and offered her luck.
xxxxxx"Feykiller," Airell intoned. "I did not expect to see you. Today must be my lucky day."
xxxxxxAmaya turned and ran.
xxxxxx"Fleeing again, are we?" Airell called out. "Where is the Blood Moon our keepers worshipped?"
xxxxxxAmaya darted between the trees, whizzing left and right until Airell's flames vanished behind her.
xxxxxxA little blue girl collapsed to her knees. "Mama!" she wailed. "Mama!" But the Fey around her did not stop. They had become cruel in their haste to survive.
xxxxxx"Hold on to me," Amaya barked. She wrapped her arms around the small girl, who clung to her with a grip that was unexpected of such a small creature, and ran.
xxxxxx"This way!" she called out to the faeries fleeing aimlessly through the woods. "There's a path that leads out of the forest into a human Walmart and cave on the way should we need to hide. Follow the trees with the crawling vines and blue flowers until you near a small ravine. Quickly. Quietly."
xxxxxxThe Fey stumbled through the darkened woods, a petite Summer faerie emitting a tentative glow to illuminate their path. Amaya looked over her shoulder to see the faeries who had stayed behind to fight the invasion, and those who were sprawled on the ground. They were much too still.
xxxxxx"Found you."
xxxxxxAmaya twisted, flinging the small child forward and into the thicketβ€”better bruised than deadβ€”as Airell lobbed a dozen black arrows toward her with nothing but a thought.

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