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No sooner had the notion of the Flood regained its composure,
Than a hare paused amid the gorse and trembling bellflowers and said its prayer to the rainbow through the spider’s web.
Oh the precious stones that were hiding,—the flowers that were already peeking out.
Stalls were erected in the dirty main street, and boats were towed toward the sea, which rose in layers above as in old engravings.
Blood flowed in Bluebeard’s house,—in the slaughterhouses,—in the amphitheaters, where God’s seal turned the windows livid. Blood and milk flowed.
The beavers built. Tumblers of coffee steamed in the public houses.
In the vast, still-streaming house of windows, children in mourning looked at marvelous pictures.
A door slammed, and on the village square, the child waved his arms, understood by vanes and weathercocks everywhere, in the dazzling shower.
Madame xxx established a piano in the Alps. Mass and first communions were celebrated at the cathedral’s hundred thousand altars.
The caravans left. And the Splendide Hotel was built amid the tangled heap of ice floes and the polar night.
Since then the Moon has heard jackals cheeping in thyme deserts,—and eclogues in wooden shoes grumbling in the orchard. Then, in the budding purple forest, Eucharis told me that spring had come.
—Well up, pond,—Foam, roll on the bridge and above the woods;—black cloths and organs,—lightning and thunder,—rise and roll;—Waters and sorrows, rise and revive the Floods.
For since they subsided,—oh the precious stones shoveled under, and the full-blown flowers!—so boring! and the Queen, the Witch who lights her coals in the clay pot, will never want to tell us what she knows, and which we do not know.

Kedemel Lamont
Libra / 23 / Kalmia / Inspire / Flippy

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INSPIRE

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Kedemel has always been an inspiration to others, but when he attained the Caelios it made his words sound a hundred times more inspiring. To his people, they don't need see his age or how young and inexperienced he is. He is basically a god who knows what's best for everyone (even if he doesn't.) It allows him to rule his "socialist" country in peace despite the fact it is actually a dictatorship.

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He passively inspires those who have always wanted to do something. If a person has been waiting ages to ask out a girl or buy a horse, his presence makes them take more action than usual. This can be just as bad as it is good. For example, if a person has wanted for a long time to kill another person they could be inspired to do so. Or if someone has always wanted to rob a bank, they would do it.

S I D E x E F F E C T S
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The biggest drawback to this power is that if a person knows it exists it has much less effect on said person; unless the person wants it to affect them. For example, if a person wants to write a book, and they knew walking in the presence of Kedemel would give them the inspiration to do so, than the power would passively affect that person (like normal) since they knew it would and let it in. The only other time when this power would affect a person is if they were actually inspired by Kedemel's words, without the power behind it. However, they would not be extra inspired and rabid followers like the people who didn't know about the power.

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L I K E S
☐ │Animals, (survival of the fittest)
☐ │ Walking among his people
☐ │ Studying politics
☐ │ Justice for those who deserve itx x x x x x
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x D I S L I K E S
☐ │ Being ignored
☐ │ Long train rides and boat rides
☐ │ The mountain range in his country
☐ │ People who know of his power

“I’m not a dictator, I’m a person who carries the burdan of making sure everyone in my world has equal oppertunity. Anyone who calls me a dictator has strongly misunderstood my job. I’m the only one who has it and the people chose me for it.”

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- P E R S O N A

“Fuck kingdoms and their bloodlines.
They don't know a speck about ruling
if they don't know their people.”

moral alignment: chaotic evil --

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An Opinion on Everything

Kedemel has a straighforward personality when talking about other people and other people’s countries. He’s nationalistic when it comes to his own country, believing it superior than other people’s countries. He is prone to giving out patriotic speeches on the spot, because he strongly believes that equality is what’s good for a nation.

When not obsessed with politics, Kedemel is quite caring of other people’s problems. He always believes he has the best solution whether or not it’s true. He always gives out his opinion on something. Regardless of whatever he gives his opinion out for, he loves inspiring people.

Kedemel enjoys giving input on his court systems. When relieved of his other political duties, he spends his free time listening to the courts. Because of this, Kedemel feels as if he were born for the position of being the holder of the Libra Caelios.

Among those he dislikes, Kedemel has a silver tongue. He lies and lies, and is only honest when it’s around people he agrees with. If he agrees with them, he likes them. Anyone that disagrees with him, and they’re an idiot. Unless that person had been liked by Kedemel for years, he might listen to a close friend with a differeng opinion. That doesn’t change it when he’s around other leaders. He won’t tell other leaders how great he is or how great they are, but instead he will pretend as if he liked them and act as if those opinions they had had merit. Kedemel rarely changes his mind about something and no one has bothered to try long enough to see if he could be convinced.

Any mention relating his family and he will want to kill the person that mentioned- unless the person said bad about his family.

Kedemel believes he’s the most qualified for what he is doing. He also has a sadistic streak when it comes to his open enemies. He believes that eventually all the countries will become as radical and progressive as his own and that is when everyone will look up to him. They will hail him for being the first to do what he did- a world of equality and justice. Those who are deserving to be at the top will stay there, but only to make sure the rest below continue to be equal.

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S T R E N G T H S
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unfaltering Although it can be classified as a strength or a weakness, Kedemel never falters in his belief and his systems. Whatever convincing “to the dark side” or “evil side” whether or not he is evil or good, there is no changing his mind. It can be seen as perseverence but if anyone were to be annoyed at him it would become stubborn.
xxjustified Kedemel has a strong sense of right and wrong. His belief in justice is unparalleled. When a person steals (even if it is for their starving children), he believes that the country should do better to feed the person, but also cut off the person’s hand for stealing. His justice system may seem crude but in the end it’s all about rightful justice.

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blind Kedemel can be blind to other points of view regarding politics. He’s already picked his political system. Anything that might be better in practice- no matter how often explained, he refuses to hear. If someone annoys him enough about it his persona of “pretending to listen and accept said ideas” will break and he will snap at the person. No one has gotten this far.
xxviolent Kedemel is prone to violence after being cooped up in an environment he hates for too long. If he hates political confrences with other people, he will spend his free time breaking things. He keeps his temper bottled up during the days of what he considers political torture and at night when he can, he will break some vases and plates.

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To be a country of equality, even the poorest orphan walking among the streets eating breadcrumbs can become a wise and powerful leader.

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H I S T O R Y
Revolution is an idea. You cannot kill an idea.

The first memory Kedemel had was playing with his siblings. His father was looking at him like he didn’t belong. Kedemel understood why. His shaggy bangs were black while the rest of his siblings had light colored blonde hair. He stood out like a black sheep. But his brothers and sister didn’t care. He was still mummy’s little Keddy. He had felt hurt when his dad looked at him like that.
The second memory Kedemel had was his little sister’s birth. She had blonde hair like the rest of the children. He asked his mummy why he had black hair and everyone else had blonde hair. His mom sighed and said she wasn’t sure how everyone had different colors.
After that, life was a playground for him and his siblings to play on, until he was six years old. His father threw a rage, his mother shouted obscenities. They yelled at each other until silence. His father said something incomprehensible and suddenly there were two hands gripping Kedemel by the sides taking him outside into the cold. Those hands were no longer familiar, even if they were his father’s.
He realized as black sheep, he was getting thrown away. That’s how he found himself in St. Luke’s Home for Boys. Every single eye was on him when he was kicked into the house.
“But mummy and daddy,” he said.
All he could hear was the an older boy in the back saying loudly, “You’re mummy and daddy don’t want you anymore. That’s why they threw you here.”
For the longest time he survived on the scraps his nuns fed him. They ate mush soup day after day. He found out how cold and harsh winter was in his time at the orphanage. It was so cold his fingers and the tips of his ears turned purple and numb. He warmed himself best he could with his breath and sunk in closer to the boys who called each other brothers.
None of them knew where Kedemel came from but Kedemel had not yet shown them acknowledgment. It took a couple of years before he realized his mummy was never coming back for him.
Kedemel ended up opening up to playing games with the other boys but he never told them who his mother and father were, if that was even really his father. All he knew was that his mother was the ruler of the land and she didn’t have time for a puny black sheep runt like him.
As him and his brothers of the orphanage grew older, he often remembered what it was like for him and his previous siblings to play until they were only blips in his past. Him and his boys took care of their younger brothers, flirted with the girls at St. Lucy’s Home for Girls, and pickpocketed the slimy looking nobles... who vaguely dressed like his father he could barely remember.
Kedemel wasn’t aware politics existed until he saw his mother again. She had age lines in her face, surrounded by his previous siblings. People bowed and hailed as she came out standing on the podium. She was the Queen. His younger sister grew tall and blonde- he didn’t recognize her at first. There was a spark that lit in his heart, a desire to learn why he felt so deserted in the orphanage. Life was awful compared to those at the top.
The day after, him and his brothers were thrown out of the orphanage for being too old (seventeen). Kedemel gathered them together and started talking about the inequalities of life. They cheered him on and agreed that it was about time life stopped being shit. Instead of his usual flirting, he started talking to the other girls about his plan. That’s when it formed, the Equality Union.
They found an abandoned warehouse to live in where Kedemel would plan out his speeches and talk about how unfair the treatment of the lower class was. The speeches expanded for all to hear, from only orphans to low wage workers. The proletariat and scum of their world, the men and women who felt like they had been cheated out of a chance of a better life. People loved him, people listened. He was only a boy compared to them, yet his ideas were monstrously radical and sounded so good that everyone had hope. They prided green armbands as their colors and started going on strike.
At first it hardly affected businesses, since there were enough people desperate to take a ten cent job just for some food. But that’s when Kedemel and his companions started stealing food for the working poor. Even the girls were in on it. Kedemel once thought girls were a different species but it became clear that they weren’t. They were equal comrades in the playing field, and people better underestimated their cunning.
Things started getting bad when Kedemel stole weapons for the workers. Whether or not they could wield it, a knife in the heart of a soldier meant one step closer to bringing down the bourgeoisie. It wasn’t until two years later when raiding and killing the soldiers started to affect the fear of the aristocrats. The weather got worse. Blizzards raged across the north and the mountains felt impassable.
The Equality Union had taken almost the entire of Kalmia; few people remained loyal to the Queen. It was time to turn heads towards the north. Kedemel was only twenty. He held the people’s hands and they cheered him on. No soldier was there to bang down doors and stop them. He stood high atop them and announced his plan. He would take the north, but the mountains were impassable. Together they would take the ships of the bay, convert the fishers to their side, and travel around to the capitol.
Although it seemed simple, the fishermen were reluctant to give up their ships. Yet against an army of angry workers they felt they had no choice.
They sailed to the port and together, him and his people departed to the capital city of Veratrum. They marched down the streets that were sunny and bright despite being north of the mountains. They had heard rumors it wasn’t livable. Yet here they were, birds chirping, sun shining.
Disgusted, the proletariat charged at the castle gates but was held up when Kedemel held up his hands. “Wait,” he said, “I must first offer even the Queen a chance to surrender. If I don’t come out in fifteen minutes, storm the castle and take it. Elijah, you’ve been my comrade for all these years and stood with me thick and thin. Guide the people after me. You know what we want,” Kedemel patted Elijah on the shoulder- second in command. He sent a guard in as a messenger to talk to the Queen. The guard came back and escorted him in, past the others who saw this as a chance not to be slaughtered by the working class citizens.
They entered the queen’s chambers where she stood proudly, her children huddled by her side. “Where’s father?” Kedemel asked viciously. The guard turned to stare at Kedemel like he was insane. It became well known that Kedemel had once lived in the castle, but the guards in the capitol didn’t know that. No one knew why he had been kicked out. He often used this as a fire trigger in his speeches, telling what it was like living with pigs for nobles.
“Oh, Kedemel, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” she said spontaneously, “he told me he put you in an orphanage, who would have known you were leading this silly little revolution?”
Rage gripped Kedemel, he clutched onto the knife at his belt. “Where’s father?” he asked again. He wanted to kill his father first and see the look of terror on his face. He wanted to kill his father for what he did to him.
“He’s not your father,” the Queen said, sighing.
“Yeah,” his brother spoke out. His brother was one year older than Kedemel, fair of hair and blue of eyes, “Mother told us you weren’t a real sibling, I mean look at you.”
Kedemel had painted black stripes across his cheeks, his hair was wild and dyed a tint of green. He stared up at his brother- the second born son, a prince, expected to marry some shoddy princess. His oldest sibling, his sister, expected to take the Calious after his mother. His other older sibling, first born son, expected be something else important, probably marry a shoddy princess too. His youngest sister, Kedemel really never knew. She stared at him unknowingly while everyone else recognized him.
“You’re my bastard son,” his mother admitted finally.
“And so you let my supposed father kick me out for that?”
“It would be bad for the family to reveal that I was unfaithful.”
Kedemel stared at her, then said at last, “Well I came here to accept your full surrender. Queen or not, previous siblings or not, it’s clear none of you want anything to do with me. Surrender now and I will let you live.”
His siblings were like ghosts of the past, their faces looked so different yet so similar at the same time. His mother gave a deep sigh. “Do you know why I named you Kedemel?” she asked.
“Why?” his hand still trailed on the knife he owned. His curiousity got the better of him.
“When I had an affair with that noble, I named you after the sigil of our house, the Libra- yet you are only a spirit of it. The demon spirit that holds Libra. You are not wanted. Nor were you ever wanted.”
“Are you going to kill me here?” Kedemel asked as he realized he had been surrounded. The door creaked open, revealing the immense amount of guards behind his back. He turned around to look at the guards, “You know if I die everyone here will also die right?”
The guards clenched their teeth and stood their ground, but a few started to look uncertain.
“I have you all outnumbered a hundred to one,” he announced proudly.
“So?” the Queen asked, “they kill you it’s the end of this revolution.”
Kedemel laughed at his, “You call me silly? Mother, the revolution is an idea by the people. It’s what they truly want. Whether or not you like it they will storm in here and kill you and continue this idea.”
There was a reason why Kedemel had survived for so long with only a knife. The reason wasn’t because he hid behind others while fighting. Before anyone could react, he grabbed his youngest sister by the hand, jerking her forward into his arms where he held a blade to her throat.
“If anyone moves, the favorite princess dies,” he wasn’t actually sure if she was the favorite but he knew from experience that the youngest were normally more favored.
“Kill her than,” the Queen said confidently, “as long as you die they will stop fighting.”
Kedemel sliced her throat. He grabbed the next sibling. The unrecognizable second born prince shook in his arms while his oldest sister screamed at the sight of her fallen little sister. The Queen looked bored.
“Is this who you want to follow? Someone who has no regard for the life of her children? I grew up here. In this castle. A bastard apparently but who was I supposed to know that? Queen Davina has no regard for her children or your lives. If she were smart she would surrender now, spare all of your lives. Think about your families, the children you’ll leave behind.”
A messenger guard came up, Kedemel grinned as he heard, “The people are storming the castle!”
A guard in the many guards surrounding him dropped his shield and spear. That’s when the Queen started screaming, “Get back here you coward. Stand and fight!”
More and more guards dropped their shields and spears and ran off, until even the guard next to him apologized to the Queen before he ran off, discarding his armour and weapons.
“Kill him too then!” the Queen screamed. The knife ran across his half brother’s throat, and his body dropped down next to his sister’s.
The older brother and sister put up a fight together, yet against Kedemel with only bare hands- they lost to his experience. Kids of the castle never fought, they only expected guards to fight for them. Kedemel had fought his way up through more experienced and trained fighters. He was already more trained than the rest.
“I’m your only son left now, and you’re all alone,” Kedemel said licking splattered blood off his lips. Those defenseless siblings never stood a chance. He pressed her against the wall, carving down her cheek.
She shuddered at the touch of the blade, wailing in pain as it carved down her face.
“Kedemel please... I couldn’t let them know you were a bastard. It would have ruined the country!”
“You think this is why I’m doing this?” he asked. “No, I don’t care about petty revenge anymore. Your husband can go slink off to some corner for all I care. And you were selfish enough to let me go for your good.”
“I never wanted to...” yet she said it there was no sincerity in her words.
She didn’t care about her fallen true born children, she didn’t care about him. “I’ll tell you what mother, since you care so much about your own livelihood, give me the crystal and I will let you live.”
There was an advantage to this since if she gave up her crystal he could achieve full magic potential, as opposed to her dying and him ripping it out of her body. She gasped in realization- at that point she had no choice. Take a chance at living or die.
“I will never give you this crystal,” but instead of taking a knife to the throat, Kedemel punched her in the face and knocked her to the ground.
He took his knife and chopped off her pinky. She screamed, rolling against the wall, bloodied and shamed. Here stands our almighty Queen.
“Do you want to lose another finger?” he asked, pressing his knife against her second pinky so hard it bled. “I won’t stop until you’re begging me to kill you,” he stated.
She shook her head. Her pride was going to give her a slow painful death. He decided against cutting off her other pinky and moved to carve out her left eye. As soon as she saw the blade against her eye she screamed, “Wait!”
Breathlessly she sighed as Kedemel moved the blade away. She hurriedly chanted “I Queen Davina Lamont, Zodiac of Libra, hereby secede my rights as keeper of the Caelio Kedemel Lamont. From now until he secedes his own rights or no longer dwells among the living, he shall keep the peace for the Eye of the Universe and use his magic to defend and love the country with all of his power. I hereby relieve myself of this Calios, and proclaim you the new leader of Kalmia.”
She ripped the crystal out with her bloodied hand, giving the amber Caelios to Kedemel. “I graciously accept,” he grinned cheekily as he slammed the crystal into the middle of his sternum.
He killed her without thinking, “Whoops,” he said mockingly. Her eyes, even in death, looked betrayed and terrified. He searched the other rooms until he found his supposed father, who didn’t even get a chance to speak before he was killed.
Kalmia became a Union. Snow started falling naturally in the north, Kedemel figured out his mother’s magic power had been weather control. The south became bearable to farm and the seasons passed as normal. But the mountains were still forever impassable- as they were not connected to Queen Davina’s magic, but rather the magic of the world.

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