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" K I M O N B E L I A L A C E D I A"[hr]

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Name meaning - [ Kee-mon ] derived from Greek, possibly meaning “sleepy”. Other sources also refer to the name being derived from the word for “winter” which is known to be still and lifeless. Can also mean “thunderous”. The second two names are his middle names, with Belial [ Bel- ee-al ] meaning "worthless" or "satan" and Acedia [ As-ee-dee-ah ] referring directly to sloth itself along with meaning "not caring" or "lack of concern".
Birth date - TBA [currently 20 moons], ages real time [subject to change]
Character creation date - January 3, 2017
Parents - NPC x NPC
Gender - Cisgender male.
Group - BloodClan.
Deadly sin - Sloth.

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PERSONALITY
Kimon isn't the stereotypical deadly sin of sloth where he will simply dislike the idea of moving. That's just overkill. Of course, he will often avoid activities that seem too tedious or unnecessary, but these points do not point to the male lounging around in camp doing nothing. He does not call this being unproductive or 'lazy', but in fact claims that he is simply being energy efficient with the way he will seem to aimlessly stroll from one point to another rather than run, or cut through into dangerous short cuts rather than take a safer route. From time to time he may leave patrols earlier than necessary to sleep. Sleep after all is his favourite activity as he feels it is the time where it is easiest to let go or speak to himself with an intelligent tongue. It is necessary for Kimon to fulfill a significant amount of rest as he is a heavy thinker and would rather full his troubles with an empty mind. He is not to be confused with being in constant physical fatigue and lack of activity. His sin actually affects more of his mentality rather than his physicality.

Upon first glance it is noticed his expression is like stone. He is rarely bothered or annoyed, and is somewhat the more passive one among his other siblings. He is the type who will unquestioningly follow commands set towards him. This, however, does not mean he holds no opinions. Kimon is a factory of criticisms and unbias opinions towards what he observes to happen around him. When others ask, he will create a statement about what is requested without his words being clouded by emotions like others would do. This is not saying that Kimon is a keen observer of how others internally think. He is merely a watcher of events who actually understands very little about why cats will act a particular way due to Kimon's general lack of emotions making it rather difficult for him to empathise. His observations are of the physical, making him a somewhat reliable source for direct recounts of information. From time to time, some actions will not make sense to Kimon and he will quite openly ask and justify his reasonings to why he is curious about what he has witnessed or is curious about. But this will only happen once he has taken the time to ponder and watch his curiosities deepen further.

He is not social at all, and would strongly prefer to stay out of notice. When strangers speak to him for the first time, he will often ignore them at first - assuming the attention was given to someone else. Kimon is a tom who dares to speak only little, and his messages are quite easily misunderstood. He makes no attempts to fix the defect in his behaviours, and instead finds this very amusing. This is because under his cool exterior, he is a natural sadist. If desire defined him, his desire would be entertainment. In Kimon's mind, happiness and good blessings among others often fails to fill his need for satisfaction. He finds them too temporary to be of interest and too expected. Pain, on the other hand, is filled with mystery. The look of misery and fear is erratic and quite amusing. It may even cause a cruel smile to crawl upon his lips.

Kimon feels indifferent to the world and understands his place. He recognises that life is meaningless and he, like everyone else, will one day die and cease from existence entirely. He knows that regardless of how much he will build and work for, upon his death it will no longer be in his control. This is perhaps why his behaviour lacks a sense of light itself, and rarely changes. He is more likely to follow routine aimlessly, but is flexible enough to follow what his siblings decide to do. Kimon is not afraid of death. He holds no beliefs in religion or an afterlife and his emotions are practically dead of life. He views things through a more logical way and has little care towards his own health or the ones around him. Upon seeing his siblings injured, he may even ignore their problems and move onto the issues he finds more important. His siblings may sometimes take advantage of his consistent absence of concern and use him as a messenger.

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APPEARANCE
Kimon encompasses a predominantly rusty, caramel-beige body and a rounded, but triangular, facial structure. He doesn't hold up the typical broad body-type, but instead is on the thinner end with lanky, elongated limbs causing his figure to appear defined at each joint. This is due to Kimon's forgetfulness that he needs to devour food in order to survive causing him a slender structure. His short fur only adds to his angled physique. This doesn't mean he is heavily underweight. As he doesn't engage in many strenuous activities, he often manages to retain enough weight to not look like a walking skeleton. But it does mean he is out of shape.

He has coffee brown points which gradient upwards to a light beige which is also present on his belly and chest. Kimon is the bearer of lightning blue eyes, however they are missing the usual, mysterious gleam of a cat as if a part of him remains absent or lost. Although he is described to be lanky, his appearance fails to showcase his tall body as he is often slouching.

Kimon has a recessive condition where he is incapable of feeling physical pain. This includes the sensation of being burned alive, starvation and broken bones. As a result of his congenital analgesia, he finds himself a great deal of difficulty trying to understand what makes pain tick and can only ever observe the reactions of felines who are hurting. This is another reason to why Kimon's personality fails to empathise with others. Being unable to feel pain doesn't exactly bother him but it does mean he is often found with scratches, deep wounds or injuries he fails to notice.

Species - Domestic cat.
Eye color - Blue.
Fur color - Siamese seal point.
Disease - Congenital analgesia.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]well depending on if i have time, i might introduce him separately but i don't mind waiting! introducing them as a group actually sounds quite cool

/tracking with kimon/

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]replied to plotting thread with a yes to introducing the three of them together!
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]i can do the intro

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Kimon always tried to keep low, regardless of when the time called for him to poke his head out just a little more than he usually would. BloodClan was a group of immorals, immorals who were aimlessly violent. If anyone asked the siamese, he would reply that he found said activities of raiding, capturing and stealing from other Clans to be pointless. Sure, they could prove their vicious and terrifying nature...or they could just move territories to some place more efficient for their entertainment needs and all the herbs they wanted. Then again, he had never really come to participate in most events BloodClanners decided to enter. He was always staying behind the scenes, almost invisible to the ones who passed by him. He could never understand their behaviours from simply listening to rumours.

The lanky tom would unleash a yawn from his jaws, his limbs lax as he bathed in the little sunlight there happened to be. The scent of putrid bodies would waft to his nostrils, but although he found the smells to be rather inconvenient to set his attention on, he ignored them with almost no effort. He was lying over his back, eyes shut closed like the dead. His lips were partly open as he inhaled the air around him, chest rising at each breath then lowering when he exhaled. It was difficult for even his siblings to tell if lazy tom was sleeping or simply resting. It all looked the same when it came to his inaudible snores and unmoveable body. Even pokes wouldn't get him to flinch.

His lip quivered slightly and the seal point rolled to his side with a puff. His blue eyes were as dead as a calm sea. It seemed like an unlikely situation when the male noted he couldn't sleep which was strange for the tom who was often found napping in the strangest places and positions. But he guessed there was something bothering him a little too much. "Vanto, Isidore..." he mumbled weakly, ears flopping to his right. His tail tapped against the snow in a futile attempt to move. He was too comfortable, but still he proceeded to talk. "...how badly does pain affect you?"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]His nose twitched at Vanto's reply, eyes staring at the male like a void. His expression stayed vacant as he hopelessly tried to make sense of his brother's reply. '...it stings and aches'. He had asked that question because he had been watching tortures take place as of late, watching them through his indifferent blue orbs with his lips pressed together. He didn't twitch as he watched them cry out, but different cats seemed to react differently than others. Some pleaded for mercy, others ground their teeth through the pain and made sly remarks. So how did his siblings tolerate pain? His gaze flickered as he dipped his head in a lazy nod. It seemed like Vanto was like everyone else no matter how superior he thought his brother was. He guessed he was just oblivious to the nature of others.

Then his sister replied, first amused by Van's statement as he blinked in a bland fashion. He didn't understand Isidore's amusement towards his comment, but he simply let it be. It seemed like Isidore didn't seem to understand that Kimon simply couldn't feel pain let alone not mind it, or perhaps she assumed he just never showed it. After all, Kimon never really showed anything over his facial features but a deadpan gaze. When she tossed him a question back, he knew he would have to reluctantly reply. If only he had telepathy. Yes, that would be useful. "I wanted to know if you two were the same as me," he said with as little words as possible. He didn't feel he needed to state his nervous system was undeveloped.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]man i already love this fam

i like how they all have different colour schemes x3
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He stretched his limbs, pulling himself up as he sat down from where he had been lying. It was as if he was getting ready for a conversation he unwillingly found himself in. His shoulders slouched over and his eyelids looked heavy. If a stranger laid their eyes over his thin and fatigued form, they'd feel exhausted straight away. It seemed like whenever he answered one thing, it always led to another question.

This time he was almost too wary to respond. Unlike Isidore, Kimon wouldn't have found someone like him worth extracting information from. But it was really because he lacked the ability to understand social interactions and the way cats felt internally. He could only ever observe what was physically bestowed before him. He didn't mind his weakness too much though. Why would he need to care if a cat was shedding crocodile tears or pretending to be happy?

"I don't think I can feel pain," he said softly, prodding his paw at the ground. He didn't feel too tired anymore. It wasn't like Kimon was always sleeping anyway. He was just more reluctant than most as he glanced at Vanto for a moment. He wondered if his vain brother would speak once again or if it was just Isi trying to steal all his answers. "I don't even notice deep wounds and just end up passing out sometimes." He hoped that was enough to satisfy his sister's curiosity.

He somewhat wished Vanto would save him from interrogation though. He didn't like talking about himself.
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vanto's custom title has a grammar error

just wanted to say
before you realise and its been too long

i'm tempted to follow the definition trend but i'd need a short definition and i'm awkward at following trends lmao
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Was that an order? He hoped it was just a mere invitation. Kimon had been under a pile of boxes, stacked over him from a group of mischevious BloodClanners who thought it'd be funny to bury him in his sleep. He didn't mind it however as it managed to keep him less out of notice.

The boxes toppled onto the ground as he stirred in his wake. He was up and moving now he supposed and he arose from the cardboard. His eyes looked as if he were waiting for death and his mouth would not open to speak. His gaze stared directly at Six with a deadpan expression. It was a few awkwardly silent moments before he continued to walk past him without a word.

He had no interest in the frozen pond, but he decided that he would agree to the idea of having a little bit of fresh air. The warehouse sometimes got stuffy.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He wasn't afraid of getting injured, he wasn't afraid of death. Kimon had always felt an indifference to what revolved around him. Fear was born out of discomfort or a fear of death, and the sloth sinned male had long accepted that one day he would die and be forgotten. Why avoid the inevitable?

At Vanto's threat, his brows had a slight raise. He was curious now, but still he doubted the idea of his brother being capable of hurting him no matter how strong he was. There was always the 'what if' he guessed.

"Sure," he answered. Though everyone knew how easily Ki could lose consciousness due to his undeveloped body strength. Or at least that was what he expected as his whiskers twitched, waiting for Vanto.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]aa i usually just come up with one myself sometimes

also i can just imagine vanto stabbing kimon and kimon being like
"well i notice the wound now because i saw you do it... i guess i'll just sit here and bleed until i pass out then"
and he'd be just sitting there waiting like o___o
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]kimon just lowkey does not realise his words trigger vanto

he just doesn't sugarcoat or think about his words lmao

i feel like ki's inability to feel pain will just make van more angry

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Now he was just confused. Why couldn't Ki seem to understand the joke too? He looked at his sister who repeated what seemed to be her favourite word - perplexing. He didn't find this at all fascinating. It was boring if anyone asked him. As soon as he mentioned his condition, the response was always to try it out. But he was more surprised when he heard Isidore mention a fight. He wasn't in the mood to fight.

It looked like Vanto was angry. Whenever he glared he had that ugly look on his face. And it was quite heavily unattractive. Sack of bones. He knew he was lazy, but he didn't think he was that lazy. Kimon just liked to preserve his energy more than others.

"Vanto's right. I would lose before I move a muscle," he stated calmly. His expression did not quiver, not even at the tension which rose significantly. "I don't understand the situation. I thought I gave permission to be stabbed...or something."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]lmao i can see that too ahaha

i'm actually wondering how everyone is going to react once they start unleashing chaos and people are like

wait
kimon actually moves??

bc his true nature properly kicks in once they start destroying places
i mean holy crap kimon is actually freaky
imagine always seeing him sleep around and slowly move
then the next day suddenly turning around to see him bolting at you with wide open jaws ready to rip your throat out

now i know why me running freaks out my sis so much

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][ ooc ] when you roleplay the leader of darkclan and made that chat au thread lmao chat au's are g8

kimon has logged on
kimon: ...
kimon: no
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]It seemed like Isi had pressed a button, a button she shouldn't have pushed as he watched Vanto lunge at her with unsheathed claws. He watched her as she swiftly reacted, dodging the attack with just a scratch then saw the proud male as he came in to rake down his cheek. Kimon didn't flinch, a deadpan stare upon his features. He supposed the reason why he never reacted when being attacked, thus making his reaction timing appear slow, was because he had never learnt to be afraid of pain or claws. He had never learnt to feel fear of what was to come.

Blood trickled down his face, the male licking his maw off the liquid as he noted the taste then saw Clementine as she approached and scolded Van and Isi for their behaviours. His whiskers would twitch. His sister laid beside him and Ki would place a paw over his wound, checking to see how much blood had poured. Clem reminded him of an adult - which they all should have been.

"I was just telling Vanto and Isidore about how I don't feel pain," he said regardless of if the feline had caught on what happened. Kimon would flex his tail and shake his head, "So I guess it's my fault." He hadn't really grasped the idea of fault, but as a kid he often took the blame for his siblings. He was just the ideal punching bag.

He looked at Isidore who tried to clean herself up. Oh yes, he said 'hate', hadn't he? But he shrugged.

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