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Khufu Nemesokar

"The way to have power is to take it." {ALIEN}

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a character in “The Vigilante Village”, as played by BurningDark



{"It's better to be hated then forgotten because at least when you're hated, you know they care enough to give some sort of thought...but being forgotten is like you never existed.”}
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|{Full Name}|
Khufukare Sahure Nemesokar


Non-Binary [goes by them, they]


Pansexual Demiromantic


Khufu is a curious mix of feminine and masculine, with a sharp jawline and prominent nose, with full lips and a strong chin. Their eyes are a dark brown, framed by long, dark lashes that match the eyebrows that hood over their piercing, formidable orbs. With high cheekbones and long, silky black hair, Khufu's face is intriguingly androgynous. They keep their hair pulled up in a long ponytail or braid with accessories, usually of value, woven in. In ancient times, Khufu wore long brown and gold robes, with hoods or other pieces attached. They wore lots of jewelry and accessories, many of them secretly harboring weapons or poisoned tips.

Khufu's mask is an interesting piece as well. It resembles a human face, with a huge pluming headdress fanning out behind. There are two long strands that frame the beard-like appendage that seems to drip down from the face, where the plume wears down. It seems to be made of metal, and in fact is forged from an incredibly strong material resistant to most magical attack spells and some can take quite a heavy blow. It has magical properties itself that allow it to be incredibly light and take different forms, such as a sword or magic staff. The mask is often used as a shield in combat, when Khufu isn't wearing it.

Khufu's modern style is quite different from their ancient garb. They tend to wear dark colors and metallics, like long black capes with a golden sequined shirt and black leggings, paired with dressy black shoes. They tend to dress in a formal attire or battle gear, with very little in-between except for when they only wear a jacket or such with tight pants to show off their fit body. They constantly stay in a state of fitness, exercising often and eating very well.



Khufu has two primary forms, a wolf [see above] and a dragon [see side gifs]. However, any animal or mythical beast whose body they can map out and understand well is an easy morph for them. Some forms are triggered by emotions, and they can use the senses of the creatures they transform into without actually turning. However, they cannot speak to anyone [neither animals nor humans] while in an alternate form. They also cannot alter the original size of the creature, so Khufu often breaks buildings as an elephant or whale. Sorry, hope you have whale destruction insurance.

Khufu can move things with their mind. It's usually a remote they're too lazy to retrieve, or an entire arsenal of poison-tipped arrows. Khufu also uses their telepathy to move small gears inside of machines and can flip a jammed switch or open a door easily, but they feel the strain on their bodies for any action done with their mind.

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
|[✓]【 m a c h i n e r y 】[✓]|
Khufu revels in the New Age technology and tries to figure out how everything works.
|[✓]【 l e a r n i n g 】[✓]|
Everything is very different here, and Khufu is still trying to understand. They love to study.
|[✓]【 a n i m a l s 】[✓]|
With his main power becoming an animal, how can Khufu think any other way?

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
|[✖]【 f i r e 】[✖]|
Khufu often had sacrifices to them burned. As a result, they are wary of fire.
|[✖]【 f o r g e t t i n g 】[✖]|
If Khufu is completely forgotten, they will die. As a result, they remember as much as they can.
|[✖]【 c o f f e e 】[✖]|
They have a bit of an addiction. Khufu adores coffee to a point where it's a valuable bargaining chip.


Khufu is impossibly polite, slightly off, and very devoted to education. They are from an entirely different plane of existence and time period, so their normal behaviors may seem strange to new-age people- such as their odd introductions, titles, and ways of fighting and other everyday, mundane tasks. For example, Khufu always eats meals in courses and is very uptight and closed in social situations. Khufu is usually off alone, preferring to practice and learn independently of a large group. They are very ambitious and pursue power, but also have decent morals and try to abide by most rules, though they do have a disdain for those who are overtly lawful, such as goody two-shoes and heroes with a perfect record. Khufu definitely has a marked past and has a certain fondness for those who disregard their previous mistakes to right themselves. Not that Khufu is very good with that themself, but they admire those who have the ability to renew and pay for their mistakes with heads held high. Khufu's guilt runs rampant and is one of their downfalls. However, they are an excellent leader and has the literal and figurative ability to mask their true emotions. They rarely fall for emotional bait, and always puts the many above the one. Khufu will try to retrieve a lost member, but if it's for a better cause, they aren't afraid to let people go. They also have nearly inexpendable patience, being 798 years old.

Khufu is both ancient and alien. They are technically only nineteen, but having grown up in a similar universe where one year is about equivalent to 42 of ours and everything ages incredibly slowly, Khufu remains at a seemingly young age. Their home world is incredibly similar to Ancient Egypt, and Khufu was made for the royal family.

They were 'born' at the hands of a metalsmith, in an intricate process that only the world of ᕬᕩᒫᓲ᙭ᕱᘘᖱᖇᖻᗂᕢ [roughly translates to Aelixandryya in English] has perfected, where a body is built from a certain type of metal and imbued with runes of life and power, and springs to life as a fully functional, growing, and completely organic being.

Khufu was the only child of ᓧᒹᕬᕦᓏᑶᕢᗂᖶᖆᓲᗋ and ᖶᕩᘙᖶᕬᘢᖇᕨᗗᘗ of the highest Ring of Power, and grew up with the world practically at their fingertips. They were intrigued almost immediately by the most complicated of theories and rituals. They were integrated into the Ring's inner circle of priests and such at age 43 [about one in human years] and was one of the most influential thinkers as they aged. When they reached 375, their parents were brutally murdered by an uprising in the citizenry and Khufu was sent away. Here, they discovered many things about themself and began to practice their imbued magic. Shifting into small animals to watch the goings-on of the outer towns, Khufu eventually returned as his mastered dragon form and took down many of the rebel supporters. He became the sole ruler of the kingdom, which was relocated and enlarged for their favored dragon form.

Khufu was very kind to the poor cities which had taken them in as a refugee, but many of the wealthier patrons who'd supported their rule were upset. The wealthy citizens hired a group of outlawed dragon hunters [dragons were actually quite common and many were in allegiance with the new emperor] to assassinate Khufu. Their attempts failed, but a few of Khufu's most trusted dragon allies were slain. They went on a rampage against the hunters and completely eliminated them, but their emotional rage had left them exhausted, battered, in human form and having to pay for the destruction he'd caused. Khufu resigned themself to the north tower of their palace and appointed an elder dragon and translator to rule the kingdom in their guilty absence.

Khufu studied for many hours in the tower, creating new forms of magic and discovering how to use telekinesis. After they had studied for many years, Khufu finally emerged and rebuilt their kingdom with the magics they'd discovered- turning stone to gold, moving objects with their mind, and using their brute strength as many different creatures to assist. They started a peace campaign and allied with many powerful races near their home, but one such race was bitter.

The dragonhunters had also been studying and training, and as Khufu outlawed their kind in the flourishing kingdom, they grew enraged and began an assault on the newly-formed nation. Khufu was targeted constantly, and while many of the races came to the aid of Khufu, the dragonhunters used their powerful magic and brainwashed many over to their side to fight. Khufu was eventually captured, and as his attendants tried to pursue them, Khufu told them to search the North Tower and teach the citizens all the magic they had discovered.

In captivity, Khufu was tortured and humiliated. Their magic was greatly sapped, leaving them with only the ability to shift and weakly move objects with their mind. Khufu was eventually left for dead in the dungeons. As they slowly regained strength, they shifted into a powerful digger and excavated slowly. As Khufu's captors forgot about them, Khufu escaped the dungeons. However, not as stealthy as they had hoped, the emperor was followed by the hunters. In a last-resort escape, Khufu used the only energy they had left to rip dimensions and hurtle into the mortal world. Their legacy was left behind, many of the hunters were killed by the dimension rip, and Khufu was stranded in an alien world, turned human, in the middle of New York City. They luckily had studied English in their reclusive time, and made their way to Vigilante Village, where Khufu hopes to rebuild their skill and eventually return and vanquish the dragonhunters and save their kingdom.

Khufu's dragon scales are fire resistant and almost as hard as diamond, however their underbelly is softer scale. They have a spot on their chin where if scratched, they will freeze temporarily, almost like flipping over a shark. They have a similar mechanism as any shifted animal, however if you do that to their human form you'll get a weird look.

|{Face Claim}
Jaye Davidson [Ra from Stargate]
Smaug [Desolation of Smaug]

Character Dialogue || #daa520

So begins...

Khufu Nemesokar's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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{ Day 1 ~ Orientation }



The silver car decreased its speed once it came to the sandy, decrepit parking lot of the campsite. A rustic country fence separated the far-off cabins from the clearing, and the rolling Smoky Mountains of Tennessee were looming overhead like watchtowers. The sky was blue, cloudless, and welcoming. Everything was calm and quiet.

The golden-haired girl turned off the radio as she leaned towards the side window next to the passenger’s seat. She placed a hand on the glass, her eyelashes flitting faster than the wings of dragonflies as she processed the colors, the textures, and the sounds.
Joel stopped the car in front of the fence and turned off the engine.

“Well this is it,” he said after a few moments of silence. “You’re finally here. You made it.”

She gazed out the front window, her hands tugging at the bottom of her simple white v-neck. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, taking in the last of the scenery.

“There’s no one here,” she muttered.

“That’s because I had to get here early in order to help with the orientation,” he replied. “Just wait a couple of minutes, and this entire camp is going to be packed. Trust me.”

She shifted in her seat a little, uncrossing her legs and tightening her grip upon the pink crystal in her hands. It was her good luck charm, but he didn’t know that.

He placed a hand on her knee. “You nervous, Perry?”

She sucked on her lower lip. “A little, yeah,” she said with stiffened breath.

“Don’t be. You’ll get along just fine here,” he reassured her for the tenth time. “You’ll make friends and as soon as you know it, this place will become your second home. That’s what happened to me. That’s what’s happened to every single person who’s come here. You think I’m crazy now, but just you wait, Little Miss Perriwinkle.”

Giggling a bit, she turned her head to face his beaming visage. For a moment, he almost looked her age.

Jumping out of her seat, she wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same. In those few seconds, they were as inseparable as conjoined twins. They shared the same blood, the same heart, and the same mind, and although they were seven years apart, they practically shared a soul.

“Thank you, Joel Stone,” she muttered, almost feeling tears behind her eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

Their arms still around each other, he patted her on the back, his eyes gently closed. “No problem,” he said. “I figured you needed this. I’m sure you need this…”

Finally, they both released their grips on one another, and began to gather their things. She put the pink gemstone in her pocket, while he popped out the Led Zeppelin album from the CD player and put it back in its case.

She opened the door, and could feel the intensity of the fresh country air waft into her nose and beat against her alabaster skin. Joel opened the trunk, and quickly, the two of them grabbed their suitcases. Once they had everything, he locked the car, and led her through the gateway; two wooden planks with a sign on top that read VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. The letters were composed of white hemp cords that looked as though they would never fade away despite their years in the rotting summer sun.

Cabins and wooden huts that looked as though the Cherokee had built them circled around the man and girl as though they were in the middle of some ancient European square. He led her to a bulletin board near a large flagpole. There were two banners waving at the top. The first, obviously, was the American flag. The second was colored a light blue and contained a decorative crest composed of steel, seven stars, and a shield.

“That’s the flag for the W.A.O.H.: the World Association of Official Heroes,” Joel said once he noticed that her head was trained upwards. “They’re the ones who provide the funding for this place.”

He pointed to a paper on the bulletin board, which was green and had a bunch of slots for people to write their names in.

“When you find a place you want to room in, just remember to come back here and write the number of your cabin, and then your full name.”

“Okay,” she said. “Don’t know if I’ll remember that, but I’ll do it.”

He nodded, and their eyes locked. The caramel highlights within Joel’s dark hair glinted like gunmetal in the shimmering sun.

“Alright, Perriwinkle…this is where I leave you. Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to.”

She snorted. “Important my ass!” she teased. “It’s not like you’re in the Bronx chasing after crooks and shooting up drug lords. You can unwind, y’know. We’re in the South now.”

She had said her last sentence in a drawl that partially mimicked his. He laughed and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“You’ll understand someday…when you’re in the same position as me and mentoring some little spunky girl with wind powers.”

She snorted again. “That’s a stupid thing to do! Why would I ever do that!”

They hugged again, although not as tightly as before.

“I’ll see you later, Perriwinkle,” he said before quickly disappearing into the dust.

The girl tightened her grip on her suitcase, twirled her lucky stone around in her denim pocket, and without delay, chose a path.

Every so often, she would look left and right, making sure that nobody was following her or that there were no ghosts around to haunt her or anything. Eventually, she found a cozy-looking cabin situated just underneath a large basswood tree. There was a small plaque on the door that had the number ’12’ nailed upon it with wooden planks. Since ‘12’ was a lucky number of hers, she took it as a sign to go in.

The creaky door slammed behind her, and the smell of pine wafted into her nose. The temperature was surprisingly cool and comfortable, and there was quite a lot of light. She smiled at the sights of the sofa, coffee table, and full-size refrigerator behind the island counter near the backmost wall. This wasn’t your regular, crappy, mosquito-infested cabin that she had read about in children’s books.

She groaned when she saw the sight of the ladder leading upstairs to the beds. Still, it wasn’t a skin off her back. Tightly grabbing onto the handle of her rolling suitcase, she propelled herself into the air with a large blast of wind, and gently floated down like a dandelion seed until her feet reached the second floor. With all her strength, she lifted her suitcase up upon the edge of the farthest bed, and curled her body onto the remaining part of the mattress.

This was it. This was the first time she would be in a place of social interaction with kids her age. It was tragic to think about, but it was happening and she was scared and excited and at the same time, contemplating why she was alive.

It would be an adventure far more entertaining than the ones she had created on the streets of New York.

Hearing sounds coming from outside, Perry lifted herself off the bed and scurried to the nearest window. She watched the teens her age pass by with wide eyes. She wanted to greet them, but at the same time, felt like a queen safe inside her castle tower. So in that moment, she decided to stay inside. Perhaps she didn’t need to go up to them. Perhaps they would come to her…



After leaving Perdita, Joel put both of his hands inside his jean pockets and sauntered towards the staff cabin. He had important matters on his mind, but at the same time, hoped he would be able to fool around with old friends and meet some of the new staff that had been hired during the spring.

Once he came to the large cabin that almost looked three-stories high in length, he produced a pair of silver keys, twisted them through the lock, and walked inside.

It was dark, meaning that no other staff members besides him had been inside the building yet. However, that still didn’t mean that Clover Collins, the lascivious woman in charge of the Vigilante Village, wasn’t inside her office.

He came to her quarters and knocked on the door, which was about a quarter of the way open.

“Clover?” he called. “It’s me, Joel. Are you in here?”

He pushed upon the knob a bit and realized that there was nobody home despite the fact that the lights were turned on.

Right away, he noticed the envelope upon her desk that had his name written on it in bright red letters. He strode into the room, which smelled heavily of lipstick and jade incense, took the envelope between his hands, tore it open, and read the letter inside…

Dear Joel (or if you’re not Joel, which I doubt you are, whoever may be reading this),

I am currently away in Georgia dealing with some important, confidential matters that are of no importance to you or anyone else. While I am gone, I ask that you take care of the camp for me in my absence. God knows how little I do for this godforsaken place anyways. You folks practically keep the site in one piece. Make the kiddies happy and entertain them as best you can. I’ll be back in a day or less. (Hopefully…)

XOXO and a lick or two,

Clover Collins

He folded it and placed the letter, as well as the envelope, back upon her desk. He raised a brow. Important matters? The vagueness of it all planted a seed of suspicion inside his head. Clover Collins was not a woman to trust easily. It was no secret that she had been a cold-blooded killer in her past life; working with a band of deadly assassins who had occasionally affiliated themselves with the mafia. Yet, somehow, she was let off the hook and eventually elected the leader of the Vigilante Village. She was charming, headstrong, and down-to-earth, but certainly not clear. Her motives were unreadable. Her true opinions, well…those were things that only the good gods above knew.

And yet she depended on him. She let him know what was going on, despite the fact that they hardly ever talked. Still, there was a tone she used whenever she talked to him that never failed to place tension in the air. She used charismatic words and gestures whenever she saw him, yet at the same time, her cat-eyes always glared at his with malicious irises that just screamed distrust. She didn’t like him. He knew it. He didn’t care why she didn’t like him, but at the same time, he wanted to know why…

Snapping out of his thoughts, Joel searched through the drawers of her desk until he found a green clipboard and a ballpoint pen. He grabbed a couple of the papers from inside the filing cabinet in the back of the room, and headed back outside, where he sat upon the front porch steps of the staff cabin.

The papers he had attained from Clover’s office had the names of the campers on them, their powers, ages, hometowns, and physical descriptions. There were even a few pictures next to the names of teenagers who had attended the camp in previous years. Relaxed and sturdy, Joel clicked the pen and languidly watched the kids enter the Village. As he checked off the names of the young adults who arrived, he finally had the feeling that this summer would be a great one.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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Sara watched as the trees whisked past. Majestic boughs stretched over her, casting dappled shadows that fell behind her as she ran. The battleaxe and twin hammers strapped to her back and thighs, respectively, gave her incredible stamina. She smiled and leapt agilely over a fallen log, the knives inside her robotic leg lending her speed and and adding height to her jumps. Sara slowed and her power core hummed and glowed as she caught her breath.

Feeling her semi-machine lungs expand to accommodate more oxygen, she sighed contentedly as she gazed at the wooden signs with the familiar words emblazoned in white- VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. Smiling and readjusting the bag on her back, Sara walked into camp.

She wandered around, weaving contentedly between the cabins she remembered so fondly. She briefly contemplated how many of her old friends would be gone.

Sara sighed and headed towards her favorite place in the entire camp- the arena. She couldn't wait to train, and with her new armory of this year, she was well prepared to kick some serious butt. She walked into the ring, drawing a scimitar and throwing down a small doubloon-looking coin. The coin shimmered and started to billow out in gold clouds that looked quite a bit like cotton candy. Sara tapped into her machine, enabling her aimbot and damage meters. The golden pirate that had emerged from the tiny coin lit up in colors, much like a heat detector.

Sara grinned- she'd been training with this small device almost all year, and it knew her style. A real challenger to her battle skills. She watched her opponent's color readings closely for indication of an opening. They circled, and with a quick feint and roll to the side from the cyborg, the battle was on.

The golden warrior leapt back, his agility and ability matching hers. Sara held her scimitar towards the pirate, and as expected, he attempted to disarm her by slicing at her wrists. She drew up the blade almost instantaneously, deflecting her opponent's blade and flicking it to the ground, immediately seizing his openings and stabbing down where his unguarded arms were.

He leapt backwards into the air, his agility enhanced as he did a flip. "Just like something I'd do," Sara muttered to herself. "I'm such a show-off." She swept as his ankles as he landed, slicing his left foot clean off and the right severely maimed. The pirate hobbled towards her, his speed and agility decreased but still retaining his brute strength. She exchanged a flurry of parries and thrusts with the warrior, eventually chipping off his fingers and a large chunk of his abdomen. He seemed to be behind today.

Landing a few more lucky hits, the pirate eventually sputtered to a stop, and Sara drew a small handgun and shot him in between the eyes. The pirate shattered into golden shards of glass, which shivered and flew up into the air, meshing and landing in Sara's palm as a coin once again. She exited the arena, her adrenaline and excitement for the new year pumping. She rubbed her warm power core in between her shoulder blades, and meandered towards a large tree where she leapt vertically into its welcoming boughs. She sat, dangling her feet- one metal and one flesh- over the edge of the thick limb. She watched the entrance, noticing campers begin to wander in.

Feeling her power core finally cooling down, she set her path in a beeline to her cabin of last year- Cabin Twelve, under the basswood tree. She pushed the door open hesitantly, listening for sounds and emotion. She sensed a feeling of brief wonder from upstairs.

Shrugging, Sara walked into the huge living room, swiftly scaling the ladder with silent footsteps. Slinging her bag down again onto a bed with no regard to the assorted deadly weapons and bombs contained inside, she quietly approached the girl.

"Hello! I'm Sara. Second year here at the Village. What's your name?" She offered a friendly hand to the girl, who had a seemingly innocent face and wide, doe-like eyes. Sara smiled- this girl was a whirlwind of emotion that she had no care to decipher.

The cyborg girl only knew that this new camper held adventure and memories-to-be in store, along with everyone new this year.