F L A S H P O I N T

(Complete <3)

Name:
Khepri
Archetype:
the healer
Appearance:
Ginger coat, kissed by flames.  The white that blesses his family has shown about his face and his chest, giving him a bit of a softer look.  Easy on the eyes, Khepri is good at that.  Medium of size and of build, he doesn't appear to be the strongest or the fastest.  The most gentle, though, holds true.  It rings clear in the way he carries himself, the gait that moves him.  Careful steps, always treading lightly.  A trackless step, if he tried hard enough.  Though strong, it isn't his main concern.  The moon child has a face that's usually creased with worry.  It shines true, too, in his lavender eyes.  

Personality:
A moon child with a heart filled of love, Khepri is nearly boundless in the way that he gives.  He was often told as a child that if he gave any more, there would be nothing left.  It's immensely important to him.  All the moon child wants is to fix people.  Fix everyone, and replace all the bad in the world with good.  If he could suck it all out with a straw and take it on himself, he'd do it.

Though he's a lover, Khepri has a serious side.  His brand of love can be tough.  There's a blunt, blatant honesty that shines through.  No sugar coating-- you can't sugar coat when you care.  Honest to a fault, but maybe not the most tactful.  Okay, absolutely not the most tactful, but he means well.  

In terms of his siblings, Khepri is fiercely protective.  Never much of a warrior, if push came to shove, he'd lay his life on the line for his family.  There are great worries in his heart for the likes of his younger siblings.  He is closest to Svarog, trying to guide the fiery temper that lives in his chest, to fuel something greater and stronger.  Perhaps his greatest concern lies in the youngest, a piece of Khepri's on soul used as a bargaining chip to keep the child alive when he was young and sickly... not that he'll say that aloud.  

With strangers, Khepri finds himself reaching out.  A life raft in the dark days, he'll try to be it if necessary.  Giving pieces of himself, even when he has nothing left.  The moon child would light himself on fire to keep others warm.  

Sample:

It felt like most of Khepri's time was spent gathering herbs. The first thing on his mind, as he rises in the early hours of the morning. Dawn had just broken, it would be a while before everyone else was awake. That was okay. Carefully, the creature picked his way over the sleeping pile of fur on the floor of their most recent den. At least they were always together. Softly, the moon child sighed. The morning chill was always so bracing, and he could feel it sinking through his senses. Awake. That wasn't a bad thing, he supposed. Never a bad thing.

Carefully moving from their den, Khepri blinks in the sun. A bright morning, but not necessarily a bad thing. His senses were all the more alive because of it. Stretching carefully, letting it travel down his spine and put everything back into place. That was okay. Everything would be okay after all. It had to be. Khepri would make it okay all on his own. He'd do it if it killed him. Maybe that wasn't the right attitude, but it was all he had.

Lionhearted as he moves out, taking a deep breath. Autumn mornings were among his favorite, everyone preparing carefully for hibernation and the winter to come. He could still enjoy the sun on his red coat, letting the warmth combat the cool morning air. Herb hunting sounded so mundane, sure, but it helped balance his mind. Helped ready his soul for the day. These moments were the few he'd get to himself, and they were golden because of that.

Elderberry or ginseng root, he decided, would be today's quarry. Carefully checking high and low for the things that would boost an immune system. Winter colds were always the worst, after all. That, and having his youngest brother ill once more? It was enough to worry Khepri, a knot forming in his stomach. Winter was on the horizon, and it would be dangerous. Better to be safe than sorry.