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Kian MacClaire

"Everything is more simple than you make it out to be."

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



{"Nothing but smiles, baby, nothing but smiles.”}


|{Full Name}|
Kian Kevin MacClaire

Kee or Kay, and KK by his sister



Laniakea, Oahu, Hawaii, but later New York, New York


If you saw Kian in a large crowd, it's pretty unlikely that you would point him out for anything special. He stands about nearly 6'3", a curly mop of brown hair always a tussled mess on the top of his head, and he has a rather plain face, in the grand scheme of things. However, if you look a little closer, and spend some time really looking at his face, you're likely to notice his strikingly prominent cheek and jaw bones, which only stand out more when he smiles. You'd notice the double smile lines he has on both sides of his smile, and his abnormally white teeth from years of extensive dental hygiene. His eyes are soft and friendly, a hazel blue color that doesn't seem like much, until the light hits them.
His wide set shoulders don't do much for him, but they allow his build to gain more muscle, when he works for it. He is usually found in a button down and khakis, just out of habit, but also favorites loose t-shirts and sweatpants, when he can get away with it. Although he has what can be considered a good taste in fashion, he doesn't care very much, and generally wears the outfits his mother picks out of him.

Empathy ||:| Kian has the power to fully understand the emotions and feelings of anyone, and his ability strengthens with proximity. He can interpret their emotions through visible auras that flow around them, and though most people are standard colors, making interpretation easy, some have unique colors for certain emotions, and he must figure out what these colors mean to understand it. With this power, however, their emotions seem to rub off on him, to some extent, without his control. In combat, it allows him to predict his opponents move, based on their emotional pulses.

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Kian is a man of many hats. He has always loved being active, and enjoyed surfing in his youth along with his sister. However, as he got older he found happiness in other activities, volunteering with elementary students, hiking excursions with friends, teaching himself the guitar. He would really be happy doing anything, but everything he chooses to do, he is trying to better himself with. He's become quite good with the guitar, and though he would never sing for you, he's got a decent voice as well.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Kian's greatest fear would most likely be the idea of everyone around him suffering for something he has done. It pains him to see those he cares for hurt, more than if he is hurt. He also fears large bugs, though he tries to keep his cool, and being trapped in small spaces, unless he is there by choice. He is generally very easy going, but when it comes to his sister, he would do anything for her or to take care of her.


Kian could be viewed as the epitome of selfless. Ever since he was a kid, it has been more important to him that those around him were happy, instead of his own happiness. He's the guy you can count on to always be there, whether or not you are best friends or basic acquaintances. Whether just holding a door open or being a friend who is there to listen, he looks to help others whenever possible. As a selfless person, he are not just focused on what he needs. He also has a genuine concern for others, and going above and beyond past their needs to make them happy.

First interactions with Kian are always interesting; no matter how hard you try to learn something about him, it's likely the conversation will be directed back to you. He's not good at talking about himself, and honestly, it makes him uncomfortable. Why would other's want to spend time learning about him? It doesn't benefit them, and therefor he feels like he is boring them, and maybe even causing them pain when he talks solely about himself. Instead, he is always interested in others. He's got a question about everything, and never fails to seem interested with whatever answers he receives, whether they seem detailed, or bland. It just makes him happy to learn about other people, and to make them know he wants to know about them. It's not that he consciously is trying to make people feel appreciated, but that's what he does.

Kian is almost always happy and smiling widely, but with his power, he can tell how others feel, and that can effect his moods greatly. It's not that he wants to absorb some of it, but he does, and it makes him feel the need to at least try and make them feel better.


Kian was the first born in his family, born on the beautiful Island of Oahu, in Hawaii. His mother, Cameron, was a traveling soul, a beautiful woman, and met her father Alex while he was on a business trip to England, which was her current destination. Cameron enticed Alex with her traveling gypsy mindset, and despite them lacking any similarities, it was love at first site. The two moved to New York City for the first few years of their marriage, however Cameron threatened to leave if they didn't move somewhere that held more life to it. They chose Hawaii.

Kian was born a boy of the water. He was everyone's ideal first baby, easy going, hardly cried, and was not picky at all. His first two years were pretty boring, and he often spent most of his time being passed from the nursery school, to his play pen, with his parents often busy. However, things became interesting when his sister was born. Kennedy was a wild child, and Kian spent their childhood both teaching her, and protecting her. He taught her how to surf, how to do flips, how to climb trees, however she almost always excelled in everything compared to him. Although it was a lot for a young boy to do, it was always fun. Life in Hawaii was literally Paradise. And being so go with the flow, when his parents decided to move to the City, he didn't object, although he was very unhappy with it.

At age 14, starting a life at new school could be hard. However, for Kian, it really wasn't. His happy go lucky attitude, and ability to tell how others were feeling, enabled him to work the crowd well and make best friends very fast. His parents' wealth gave him many opportunities, and he was able to try anything he wanted to. He still continued chasing his crazy sister, and making sure she was safe, and getting her out of the many many bad situations she got herself into. He is one of the few people who knows how to calm her down. And thats why he thought that the Vigilante Village would be a good fit for a fun summer for her, that is, as long as he is there to keep her calm.

He'd do just about anything for a good hot chocolate with whipped cream.

|{Face Claim}
Max Irons

Character Dialogue || green

So begins...

Kian MacClaire's Story

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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.

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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.

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Kennedy had been singing, rather loudly, for the past hour and a half of her and Kian's car ride. Their car was an old, white jeep that had been partially refurbished at least seven times, and much against their parents will, it was one of their favorite things. Despite it's peeling paint and rather loud exhaust, it was a great size and had one of the best installable stereos money could buy. And currently, Kennedy was enjoying that aspect. "Kennedy, please," Kian mumbled, using his right hand to attempt to shut her up, while keeping his left on the wheel. To his delight, she actually stopped, however it was not due to his request, but instead the beautiful view.

"Wow..." Kennedy whispered, her face pressed up against the glass window as the car slowed to a stop. Finally, she thought, popping the car door open before Kian had even put it in park. She was more excited than she could contain, although she quickly calmed herself down, putting on a blank expression and glancing at her brother as he exited the vehicle. Kian laughed at Kennedy, noticing her sudden shift into her typical moody self.

"Help me with the bags," he muttered, opening the trunk and slinging his backpack on, along with a duffle bag over his right shoulder. Looking around at the the camp, he took a deep breath, smiling. He was so happy to be back. The past year at home had not been the easiest for Kian and Kennedy, their parents growing increasingly frustrated with most things they did, at least when they were around, so he was very happy to be back at a place he loved. A place they could go to get away. Kian was brought out of his daze when he was hit from the size by something weighing about 40 pounds, nearly making him lose his balance. "Heads up," Kennedy mused, chuckling at Kian almost lost his footing. She'd thrown her duffle bag to him, not wanting to carry it, and picked up her shoulder back. "Hurry up Kian, we've got to seize the day."

Kian simply scoffed and rolled his eyes in response, picking up the bag after gaining back his balance and slinging it over his other shoulder. He watched Kennedy grab out her other, much smaller bag, and close the trunk, then started walking. The overarching gate only made him more excited as he lead Kennedy to what he hoped would be her best summer yet. The two kept silent as the neared the cabins, Kennedy taking in all of the new sights. "So here's where I'll leave you. Find a cabin, okay? And be friendly, and mark a bunk. And I will be nearby if you need me." Kian took the second duffle off of his shoulder, handed it to her, along with a light pat on her back, and gave her a look to go. "See ya." Kennedy spoke both words slowly and thoughtfully, as if she had to force them out painfully. Pulling the bag over her shoulder, she plastered on her cheeky smile, winked at Kian, and turned towards the nearest cabin, cabin 11.

Kennedy rolled her suitcase to the door, taking a deep breathe before pushing it open. "Hello?" Her voice wasn't very loud, but it was loud enough that anyone in their would hear. Walking forwards, and arriving at the beds, she saw a girl laying on a bed and and waved her a small hello. "Hi, I'm Kennedy.


Kian's eyes were trained on his sister until she entered the cabin. Good luck, he thought, beginning to walk and look around at the cabins. He wasn't quite sure where he wanted to room, and didn't want to make that decision until other's had, worried about taking a cabin that someone else wanted to be in. He dropped his duffle near a tree and pulled off his backpack, taking out his phone. He snapped a quick picture of the beautiful scenery, a little upset that it didn't come out as nicely as it looked in person, and then put it away again. He left his bags by the tree, heading towards the mess hall. Boy, was he hungry...