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Lord Niklas Kennex

Hope is as wide as the sea, so look to the horizon.

Social Rank: 5
Concept: Wild-hearted Dreamer
Fealty: Thrax
Family: Kennex
Gender: male
Age: 24
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Noble
Height: 5'10"
Hair Color: ash blonde
Eye Color: pale blue
Skintone: cream

Description: Fair hair falls in light waves around the chiseled sculpt of Niklas's face, with bangs that fall in a fluff across his high brow. His eyes are pale blue, a kind of crystalline bright, with a passionate warmth within the frame of his sootily thick eyelashes. He has high, broad cheekbones and a soft, bowed mouth. A touch of sun has warmed the milky fairness of his skin to a richer cream, beneath the ash crown of his gleaming fluffy hair. He is tall and slender, with a native breadth to a frame more inclined to stockiness that almost makes him appear unfinished.

Personality: Niklas is a restless, adventurous soul, with tremendous creative force within him to channel. Sometimes he flirts with becoming a Devotion of Limerance, because that is how much he finds that he loves writing. Yet sometimes they still fall short of encompassing the broad swath of dream that drives him. Generally warm and good-humored, he struggles sometimes with finding deeper meaning, yet the outlet of his creative work has made him more centered and confident, and there is a great deal of passion behind his use of imagination to create an engaged world. Niklas always wants to do, be and dream more than he does, but looks to the world with a kind of unfailing inner optimism even at his most irresolute.

Background: The heir and the spare is pretty traditional, so it was a relief to get a second son for Stormward. The coffers of the march were not unlimited as to his education, though. While his eldest son was educated on the mainland, his second son primarily had to make do with a series of tutors, particularly an adventuresome seraph, Wallis, who never 100% abandoned his House Ashford leanings, even if he was godsworn. Niklas grew up on tales of adventure and excitement and really wild things, with romantic dreams about traveling the world and discovering vast new places, exploring the far reaches of Cardia and Eurus and who knows where else.

The reality of what was expected of him as future Voice and his brother's second in life didn't really set in for him until Ford Kennex returned better-traveled than he was. Envy led to a rocky tie between them, defined by rivalry as much as loyalty. Niklas struggled generally with wanting to Prove Himself to a world that didn't really require it of him. Though he lacked a lot of the more warrior qualities of the traditional Thrax, his family was not really expecting him to /be/ a traditional Thrax, so rebellion was a little ... not worth it.

What he eventually found solace in was, of all things, pen and ink.

It started when Niklas was in Arx and caught a play at the theater while a little drunk. That night, in the privacy of his room at the inn, he started writing.

Niklas imagined whole adventures in his mind, the ones that had captured him in his boyhood, and wrote them into plays. It started that night, but it grew from there. For years he kept them hoarded in a trunk and never showed them to anyone. It was another irresolute, dissolute night in a tavern in Arx that led him to showing his favorite to someone he was drinking with.

Now, at 25, he is a known playwright of some acclaim for creating wild adventure stories full of thrill and romance and excitement, and the outlet has helped him flower into new confidence. Still not a very political animal, he might at least be a contented one.

Relationship Summary

  • Derovai - Master Voss says I talk too much. I say that's not a vice! But I say it in two thousand words.
  • Bastien - Master Bastien and I have a good relationship. He hates me and I say silly things until he gets angry and leaves. Then I finish whatever drinks he left behind.

  • Family:
  • Catalana - My favorite cousin. (Sorry, other cousins.)
  • Ford - My brother, my Marquis and my friend.
  • Ian - The cousin most likely to kill for me, but least likely to want to spend time with me.
  • Jan - My most martial cousin. Still, always good for a drink or two.
  • Zoey - Ian's wife and a darling lady. She's good for him.
  • Aethan - Ian's oldest brother and the most practical of that set of cousins.
  • Elara - Blood may not say we're kin, but she is my sister and closest friend.
  • Wash - Catalana's husband and a former Grayson, not that I'd hold that against him. Quick wits and down one banjo. A good friend.

  • Acquaintance:
  • Monique - The Minx of the Marches is a fan of my work, so obviously she's an intelligent and witty individual.
  • Caith - The Princess of Hugs and Puppies.
  • Gareth - The Prince of Hugs (in an iron maiden) and Puppies (which chew your toes off). Apparently a fan of my work, though! Uh! Life justified!
  • Agatha - My former bear wife.
  • Tikva - I see us being best friends once I stop giving her headaches!

  • Deceased:
  • Rennatta - Gone, but never forgotten.

  • Friend:
  • Margret - Margret and Alessandro are good friends and seeing them together makes me happy.
  • Alessandro - Same as above, but with Alessandro first.
  • Mae - Never what you expect.
  • Jeffeth - Undeniably reliable.
  • Ennettia - Always good for an evening of conversation.
  • Sabella - My betrothed. The color and flash that makes life worth living.
  • Estil - Estil runs cold and calculating. She'd probably like Octavia more than me. But I make her laugh despite herself and take breaks from work to get sloshed.

  • Protege:
  • Oswyn - Boy, I wish he didn't seem so scared of me.
  • Name Summary