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a character in “The Misguided Ones”, as played by Moon/Mihael


Clear Quartz Ceystal


Theme Song: Sonata Arctica - Broken

Role: Clear Quartz Crystal. Tainted with grief, hatred, and fury.
Gender: Male
Nickname(s): N/A
Age: 20

Appearance: A thin piece of black cloth is wrapped around his eyes at all times, to hide his eyes from the world. It was his, and his masters' wish that he does so; his eyes were Quartz Crystal.

Preferred Clothing: A traditional Tibetan monk's robe.

Height: 6'5''/198cm
Weight: 230lbs/104kg
Hair Color: Clear (shaved bald and clean shaven).
Eye Color: Clear, save for his black pupils.

Personality: Jikan is a strong friend, and will always be there to help, when needed, is very sympathetic, caring and helpful to a friend in need. He will get someone back on their feet again with a steady plan for success and for all this, expect nothing in return. Because of this, he is deep and mysterious and full of intrigue, which tends to baffle those around him. The personality of Jikan is geared towards that of leadership and achievement. He is quite creative, not spontaneously creative, but it is incorporated into their time management skills and their ideas for executing a plan. Because of this, wise investments are always taken into account, as he will always look at the long term and what will be the most beneficial down the road.

The monk may seem melancholy and stern because he lives by self-discipline and responsibility. He evaluate everything and not take daring chances without weighing the advantages and disadvantages first. To the onlooker, his ways might seem boring but it is the serious drive and structured way of life that feels safe. The self-sufficiency is often mistook for coldness, but is not as cold as they seem, this might be apparent just because Jikan likes to do everything themselves this way there is no worry about something not finished or not done properly. It is all about control of the surroundings and daily life, but sometimes this spills into other people's lives. He has a tendency to believe that his way can give structure and organize other people's lives too, which can, but others might see this as intrusive and not welcome the suggested changes. According to him, there is only a right way and a wrong way to do things and this idea may sometimes make others believe that he is closed minded, stubborn, and reluctant to agree with others.

Oddities: A black cloth wrapped around his eyes, but he can still see.

Likes: Rushing water, the faster, the better.
Dislikes: Quiet.
Hobbies: N/A

Phobia(s): Seeing death. Hence the blindfold.

Skills: Singing.

Power(s): 1. The ability to amplify the powers of other Crystals. 2. Reading the energy's past, present, and future. 3. Attain a higher spiritual form. 4. Help in healing, shield making, and construct creations.
Fighting style: Back-line fighter. Energy Workings, which can be considered as magick. Defense. Weak in speed.
Personal History: Jikan had grown up in the solitary mountains north of the Great Tree that had held Chaos back for so long. He was used to long and strenuous hours of meditation, kung-fu, and the regular chores needed to maintain a healthy environment within the temple grounds. His childhood years were slow and arduous, while his preteen years were full of headaches and trips to see the Master of the Mountain. The Master had said that his life was now tied to Nature, but he never understood what it meant, and was never told anything substantial. It was around his fifteenth year of living that the headaches became intense. So much so that the sun no longer offered its warmth to him, but pain for his eyes. A white cloth was soon wrapped around them, shielding him from its unforgivable gaze, but blinded him fully.

Upon his eighteenth year of living, however, his eyes began to bleed, and was filled with an intense burning sensation. So much so, that his his became clear, and hardened almost immediately. His screams echoed throughout the halls, scaring everyone, including the Master, from their sleep. He knew what had afflicted the young monk, but only revealed it to him much later. He had said that he was now one of Nature's chosen, and must begin preparation to leave and awaken Her from Her eternal slumber. Jikan never understood this, and still doesn't to this day, but accepted his Masters' wisdom, and began his preparations to leave his world behind. Unfortunately, he never got as far as the front gate. A man in black clothing slowly walked towards the temple on the day of his leaving. He was bandaged and bleeding, calling for aid and succor. He was swarmed by several of the Temple Guardians, who carried the man inside, to tend to his wounds. The Master bade the monk to leave, but he would not. He said that it was his duty to care for those who asked for succor, and would not leave til the man was on his feet and walking tall. It would soon be his undoing.

The man claimed his name as Jiron of the Winds, and that he was from a desert Temple nearest to the southern sea. He claimed that he was on a Pilgrimage, and was attacked by those who claimed Nature as their Goddess, and slaughtered nearly all of those who made the journey with him. He spun his tale even more, describing the battles that followed, until he was left. He had swung himself into a horse, and rode hard in this direction, taking many wounds, but dealing more damage than they dealt him. As he spoke, coughing up blood every now and again, more and more of those who were young became entrapped by his words, and worried the elders, including the Master. When the man finally slumbered, all were called out, but the young monk opted to stay, practically begging to help the man, and when the Master gave his acceptance, the monk did not leave his side.

It would be nearly a fortnight, before the man, Jiron, could walk again, and by that time, he had learned much about Jikan. What he was most especially surprised about, was the fact that his eyes were crystals, and not true eyes. He had explained to the man that he could see the energies of the world, which allowed him to see, but would never be able to see like everyone else could. The night after he spoke of this, his entire world began to burn to ash. Men came, wielding all manner of weapons, setting the Temple ablaze. Each wore a Tabard containing a large tree set atop a world, with its roots spreading throughout it. Each face was covered with masks of wood, so as to hide their features from everyone. The battle was turned in favor of those who stormed the temple, even when everyone fought as fiercely as they could, they knew that they would die. That changed, however, with the death of the Master, and it was Jikan who found him slain. His eyes began to glow fiercely, and he struck, not with any man-made weapon, but with the Power that weld up inside of him. Grief, Rage, and Hatred fueled his desire to kill and burn everything and everyone. Friend and foe died around him, for he spared none from his Power. He wished for all to feel what he felt, and his Power granted his wish, until none were left standing. Not a tree, a pillar, nor a body was left, only ash. He had fallen onto the ashes, and howled his grief to the uncaring world.

Only when a hand gripped his shoulder, did he return to the world, and found that the hand belonged to Jiron. He had gripped it as though it were a life-line, and accepted his help to his feet. He then explained to the monk that he had a Master that was in search of people like him, ones who had crystals within themselves. His Master was powerful, he explained, and would help him destroy those who had destroyed his home. The man called them the Guardians of Nature, and said that they were out to kill those who did not bend their knee to their Goddess. He then explained that if the monk would accept his Master's help, then he would have more power than he had right now. When asked who his Master was, the man simply said, "My Master is Chaos, and he is not like that which the lore of the world speak of him, but the opposite." The monk simply nodded, asked what he must do to serve Chaos, and was told simple to walk out, and journey wherever their Master said to journey to. Nodding once more, he gave a silent farewell to his home, and walked into the night beyond.
Other: Jikan is often seen with a raven near him, has a black piece of cloth wrapped around his eyes, and carries a monk's staff.

So begins...

Jikan's Story