Nickname: Blake
Age: 21
Champion of: Hades
Likes:
Solitude
Reading
Dogs
His few friends
His job
Trying to help shades
Drinking occasionally
Taking walks at night
Dislikes:
Stupid people
Being late
Bright sunlight
Cats
Speaking to crowds
Feeling helpless
Fears:
Losing his mind
Finding his birth parents shades
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 6'0"
Weight/Build: Slender
Scars/tattoos/piercings: One scar an inch long on his chest, over his heart.
Peak: At peak, Keiran is almost Hades himself. Shadows surround him like a cloak, and he can use them to arm and armor himself. He can commands the restless dead he sees to fight for him, for up to ten minutes. He can also control the shadows clinging to him to be whatever he chooses, and it can become as solid as steel or as insubstantial as light.
Non-peak: When not at peak, Keiran has only the power to change his own shadow, and to see and speak to the shades of the dead. In a mischievous mood, he will alter his shadow to be a silhouette of a monster or to seem to disappear entirely, like he has none. He also tries to comfort the dead whenever he can, and can come off as crazy because of it, talking to what seems like thin air.
Keiran is a mostly solitary person. He will talk and joke with his friends as much as anyone, but can go from laughing to silent in a heartbeat. He prefers reading alone to being in a crowd of people, but he isn't entirely uncomfortable with a lot of people. Especially after a few drinks, Keiran becomes very social and shows his softer side, making displays of affection he normally would be mortified at. He loves his few friends, especially Maeve and would do anything for them, no matter the cost. He is slow to anger, but when provoked he simmers and will hold grudges for quite a long time. The only person who doesn't seem to get him angry, no matter what, is Maeve.
Keiran was touched by Hades before he was even born, so he came out of the womb able to see spirits of the dead. As he grew, he didn't think about them being anything other than normal people, albeit people that no one else talked to but him. When he was 5, both his parents died in a car accident coming home from dinner together. Little Keiran was shuffled to a bunch of different foster homes throughout the city he lived in through elementary and then high school. In second grade, Keiran met Maeve. At the beginning of the year, he didn't really care for her, she was always bossy and loud. Little Keiran ignored her for the most part. But one day, she was crying alone on the bus to school and he went and sat by her, then asked what was wrong when she kept crying. When she revealed that her mother left her and father came home and swore at her, calling her names most nights, Keiran said simply, "I won't call you names," and hugged her. From then on, he always felt a little protective of Maeve, as he did of the spirits he tried to help. He felt, deep down, that he was responsible for making them happy and he was beyond determined not to let Maeve or anyone else down. As he grew up, he helped many souls find peace and that gave him a sense of accomplishment, which helped balance out his rather dubious gift and it's drawbacks. After high school, he went to work for the local mortuary and found his calling helping to prepare the dead for the afterlife in more than one way.
Darkness || Disturbed