Kíli

[kili]

Kíli
Son of Dís, Nephew of Thorin
and Grandson of Thráin II

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THE BASICS:

Name: Kíli
Age: 77, born in T.A. 2864
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Birthplace: Ered Luin ( The Blue Mountains)
Current Location: Currently on the road, taking part in a journey to reclaim Erebor.
Weapon(s):
Kíli carries a sword with a notched blade, wherein it is thicker at the base and at the point with a narrow middle. This narrowed middle is usually called a blood groove and is actually a structural feature of the sword and not a decorative one. The blood groove serves to lighten the blade's weight without decreasing it's strength. The blade was crafted by the master smiths in Ered Luin and is both beautiful and functional.

Kíli also carries a bow made of horn, the recurved arms of the bow increases the power and range of the weapon without impacting it's size overly much. The arrow shafts themselves are made by Kíli himself, with fletching made from the feathers of ravens. It may not have the range of an elvish longbow, but it is quite suited to him.

APPEARANCES:

Facial Appearance:
Medium-length, tangled locks frame his face. There are a couple of elegant braids hidden in the fall of black, but Kíli's head almost constantly looks like he needs to take a comb to it. His hair is soft and silken to the touch and isn't as tangled as it looks. In a fit of temper, he cut most of it off several years ago and has been regrowing it to it's once-glorious length ever since.

An aquiline nose and strong jaw accentuate warm brown eyes. It's his eyes more than anything that draw attention. Expressive and open, they make the young dwarf an open book readable by anyone.

Perhaps the most unusual feature about his face is the utter lack of a beard. Instead, Kíli has a perpetual stubble. Whether he's doomed to be a rare beardless dwarf or he keeps it that way himself out of respect for the short beards his uncle and brother both sport, Kíli always declines to say.

Build:
Kíli is not as stocky as most other dwarves. He's a little more slender, with a lean bulkiness to him that is unusual in dwarves. He's very proud of the fact that he's a little taller than his brother. At 4'8", Kíli can imagine himself tall, although Men and Elves still tower over him.

The majority of Kíli is heavy with muscle and he harbors the same surprising strength that is native to dwarves. Sturdy and powerful, it's no wonder he has to eat so much.
Distinguishing Marks: Lack of a beard. Otherwise, none of any significance.
Face Claim: Aidan Turner

A LITTLE MORE IN-DEPTH:

Personality:
Kíli is the kind of guy you want at your back. Not only is he fiercely loyal, he's so cheerful that it's almost annoying. It's like the Dwarf doesn't know how to be grim, but that isn't quite true. Kíli is young and not yet scarred by the harsh realities of the world. While he is aware that he grew up in exile, he doesn't truly understand the bitter pain and helpless anger his uncle, Thorin, harbors. Kíli does not have that deep connection with Erebor, but his loyalty to both Fíli and Thorin runs so deep that he willingly joined the Company.

Cheerful and friendly though he may be, Kíli is also a natural troublemaker. Whether he means it to or not, trouble has a way of finding him. Of course, he usually drags Fíli into it one way or another. While he would willingly lay down his life for his uncle, he is so much closer to his brother. For as long as he can remember, Fíli's been at his side, his best friend and confidante. If it came down to it, Kíli would place himself between Thorin's wrath and Fíli. Always. He loves his brother dearly and, when he was younger, used to practically worship the ground he walked on.

It's a good thing Kíli always bows to his brother's advice when necessary, because the young Dwarf is a reckless fool. Kíli is a little careless with his own life, most likely stemming from the fact that Kíli is young enough to think himself invincible. While he is a very skilled warrior, Thorin saw to that, he is as yet untried in actual war. Kíli holds very little fear in that regard and has been warned on numerous occasions that that could lead to his doom.

While he may risk his own life with nary a concern, the young Dwarf is a lot more careful with the lives of others. He got Fíli hurt due to carelessness when they were children and never wants to feel that way again. He can be as serious and grim as even Thorin and takes duties given to him very seriously. Kíli constantly feels that he needs to prove himself to Thorin, who he has always admired. He wants to be worthy of standing next to Thorin and tries very hard not to disappoint him.

So while it may not seem that Kíli is paying attention to things around him when he's joking and laughing, he really is. While carefree and foolish, Kíli is also sharp and observant. He pays attention more often than people might think. Unfortunately, he has never been betrayed so he's still far more trusting than he ought to be. A good friend, he believes in innocence and second chances until guilt is proven. Innocent as it is, Kíli believes the best of people.

History:
Kíli is the second son and final child of Dís, Thorin's younger sister. Born in Ered Luin in 2864, he knew of only a peaceful childhood albeit in exile. From day one, his older brother Fíli was at his side. When he fell and hurt himself, it was with Fíli; and when he successfully shot his first arrow, it was to Fíli he crowed. Nothing important in his life has ever happened without it somehow circling back to his brother. Fíli is the sun that lights up his world while Thorin is his guiding star. From the time he could get a vague understanding of the world, it was clear that while he worshiped Thorin in his child way, he was more interested in following right after Fíli wherever he went. Dís has all sorts of stories concerning Fíli being forced to carry around his little brother when they were very young. But as soon as Kíli learned to walk - and more importantly run - it was Kíli leading the way while his brother chased after him and tried to keep up.

Even in Ered Luin, Kíli was adept and finding trouble and driving his Uncle to despair of ever making a warrior out of him. However, he was fifteen when he learned what carelessness could lead to. He was always a curious child and he wanted to know about the area surrounding his home (Thorin constantly reminded him that it was a temporary home) and while his uncle had at times taken both boys out on small, short expeditions, nothing interesting had ever happened. What he didn't know was that Thorin was very careful with taking his nephews out of Ered Luin, he avoided any area thought to be dangerous. For, as he well knew, Dís would have him skinned if anything happened to her precious boys.

So Kíli left the safety of the mountain on his own one day without letting even Fíli know. He wanted to do it on his own and get the bragging rights of knowing more than his big brother for once. Unbeknowst to him, when Fíli couldn't find him in any of his usual haunting spots, he panicked and went to their uncle. It didn't take Thorin long to find someone who'd seen where his youngest nephew had headed and put two and two together. By the time Thorin, Dwalin and Balin arrived, the hapless Dwarf was surrounded by jeering Orcs. Fíli, being who he was, had followed his Uncle and took that moment to spring out into the field Kíli and his tormenters were in and place himself between his little brother and the swing of a sword.

Fíli landed on Kíli, bleeding from a deep wound on the arm he'd flung up to protect the younger Dwarf's face. Not a moment later, before any of the Orcs could further damage his nephews, Thorin flew between the boys and their attackers. Orc heads flew and blood sprayed, but Kíli was wholly distracted by his brother who lay bleeding in his lap. When all was done and Fíli had been taken off to be tended to, Kíli was left with his uncle. Thorin gave him a good tongue-lashing, under with Kíli quailed and trembled, but the young Dwarf redoubled his efforts in his training under Thorin's tutelage and excelled.

Throughout the years, Kíli has never forgotten what happened that day, nor what could have happened to Fíli. Thorin impressed upon the young mind that dangers of idiocy and how foolish he'd been to wander off alone. Those lessons, the ones of combat Thorin ran him through became something of second nature. To Thorin's dismay, Kíli still has no care for his own well-being, but anyone can see that he takes great care with the lives of others he cares about.

When Kíli heard of the plot to retake Erebor from Smaug, he wanted in. When at first he was denied due to his age, he turned to Fíli, convincing his brother that he ought to be a part of the journey. It was due to Fíli that Kíli was allowed to come, against Thorin's better judgment. But he is eager and skillful, things that can be used. And this way, his brother and his uncle can keep an eye on him and hopefully prevent him from getting himself killed with recklessness.
Roleplay Sample:

Kili sat, eyes burning with exhaustion but fixed on the darkness surrounding the camp. It had been a long day of travel, with the vague and disconcerting threat of wargs hounding their every step. Since they'd run into the man called Radagast, they'd been on the run. At first, they had attempted to break the cover of the trees, but that had failed miserably. Radagast had been unable to keep the wargs' attention and the Company had been chased straight back into the trees.

It had been pure luck that their hunters had lost the trail. Thorin had found a relatively safe spot where a boulder would shelter their backs and ordered them to make camp. Kili had not initially started on watch, he was second shift, middle of the night when it was at its darkest. He had no idea why Thorin had told Bilbo to sit up with him and he wasn't going to question that, neither was he going to force the hobbit to sit up with him when he was obviously so very tired. Kili was fine sitting on his own. Even when tired, his eyes were sharper than almost everyone else's, excluding only Fili. Fili was his equal in most things and his better in some things.

He kept a hand on his bow, something he'd started to do more and more often while on the journey. Tonight was far worse than other nights before, and the dwarf kept his weapons handy, an arrow laid across his knees just in case. Kili strained his eyes, sensing movement in the darkness, but he couldn't tell if it was malevolent or not. Uninhibited by the firelight, as Kili had moved to the outer edge of the camp upon waking up, he could discern darker shadows from other shadows. It appeared to be a forest creature, but he felt he should investigate anyway.

Glancing at the camp and deciding all would be well if he poked around for a few moments, Kili jumped to his feet, putting the arrow away and checking his quiver and his sword. Keeping the bow in hand, the dwarf left his sleeping companions and the warm fire to venture out into the dark. Slowly, he traced the edge of the camp from the other side of the dense foliage, double-checking that nothing was close enough to attack his sleeping friends. As he moved further into the darkness, he moved in an arc - back and forth - to keep monitoring all viable areas of attack as much as possible.

Kili heard something, a growl maybe, and his sharp eyes caught a shifting shadow some feet away. Without thinking, he darted after the shadow, snatching an arrow out of the quiver at his back. Gracefully, he nocked the arrow at the same moment he came to a stop. He saw nothing, could hear nothing outside of his own breathing, but he knew. He knew something was out there, something not good.

Whatever it was decided subtlety was no longer an option and crashed through the foliage in its hurry to reach the camp. Kili whirled, bow taut and ready in his hands. He centered himself, glimpsed a darker shadow in the world of shadows he now resided in and released the arrow. It flew true, hitting his target in the throat and taking it down. And, that, of course, is when more noises reached him and Kili, young and foolish, realized he was surrounded and unlikely to get back to the others without help.

He loosed arrows at the moving shadows he could see, more often than not hitting an orc, but they were closing in on him. Kili switched bow for sword, prepared himself as they came at him at once from all directions. It wasn't until he felt the sting of a blade in his side that he cried out. Only one name on his lips: "FILI!"

BEHIND THE SCREEN:

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