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NAME: Kavvana Gibbs [OC]

PRONOUNCED: Ka~vaghn~ah / Kah~Vah~Nah

GENDER: Male

AGE: Unknown, but he looks around 21

APPEARANCE: He has long black hair that is usually tied loosely, however when he is parading about he prefers to wear it down; whenever it hits the light it shines a deep crimson red. He has dark tanned skin, but not so much as to look foreign, and black eyes that are cloudy and appear gray. There is a scar under his left eye that is barely visible to others, but is all too noticeable for him. He has sharp canines that appear to be fangs that only reveal themselves when he talks. He stands about 6'3" and wears all black, mostly leather and belt buckles. Around his neck is a black velvet choker with a strange symbol made of sterling silver that he is unable to remove.

PERSONALITY: Kavvana is mostly short-tempered, but he remains serious yet also curious. Observatory (when his impatient temperament doesn't get in the way). He is mysterious and likes to do things his way even though others may protest. He is mostly defiant and hates to rely on others.

HISTORY: Kavvana doesn't remember much of his childhood, but he knows he was an orphan until someone took him in around the age of 12. They raised him like a normal child, until his potential was seen. The thing he wears around his neck was given to him as a 'gift' when he reached, what was declared his 16 birthday. He has never been able to take it off since. The scar on his left eye is a horrible memory to him, and also a curse. He is a descendant of the fallen angel, Lucifer, though he currently has no idea. An odd bit of random information (which was NOT planned by me at all... It was creepy actually. xD) is that Kavvana can be translated in Hebrew to mean "Heart's desire to unite with God". O__o Imagine my surprise when I learned this.

WEAPON: A long black staff topped with a curved blade (similar to a scythe) that he commonly uses as a lance.

SPECIES: Kavvana is in a class of his own, unsure of his heritage. While he is DEFINITELY not human, it remains to be seen what species of demon he is. The truth he does not yet understand, is that he is a Nephilim, which is the offspring of a human and a fallen angel. [Mentioned in Genesis Chapter 6, right before the big flood. They are also known as Titans, Giants, and Heroes of Old.] It is a race of mixed blooded demons, and it is said that the Anti-Christ will be of this race...

GOOD OR EVIL?: Kavvana hates humans, and admires vampires for their strength and immortality which he does not yet possess. He would never find himself helping a human out of the goodness of his heart, but when he chooses to do something, he does it. He would have himself called 'evil and dark'.

~~~~~
A Fragment of Kavvana's Final Chapter...
~An excerpt from his tale~

Kavvana stood on a pathway... a cobblestone pathway...
'Where am I?' He thought looking around. He could see nothing but darkness, and the thin cobblestone pathway at his feet. A creaking sound was heard from behind him. What on earth?
He caught sight of a dimly lit face. The skin was dark, like his own, and the hair was a beautiful silky black which reached below the figure's waist. On his left eye was a mark... a scar...
For a moment, Kavvana thought he was looking at a future version of himself... but something radiated from this figure. Something ancient and powerful...
"Who are you?" He questioned, trying not to stutter. The figure just stared, seriously, at Kavvana. Kavvana noticed a marking on the man's shoulder, and jumped as four black wings unfolded from his back. A red aura emitted from behind him.
...Wait... This couldn't be...
"Lu-Lucifer?" He stuttered, frozen in awe. The figure's eyes burned with a dark crimson flame.
"You ask who I am, boy?" Kavvana shuddered. There was great excitement building up inside of him, but also great fear. What did this great entity want with him?
"...Am I dead?" Kavvana questioned looking around. He could see only darkness surrounding him...
"Dead? No... But you are on the edge of it..." The last thing Kavvana remembered... Ame had her fingers wrapped around his choker... and then a deep internal pain split across his body.
"What exactly do you want from me?" Kavvana questioned. The figure laughed.
"You have no idea of the pain and suffering which was branded upon you the very day you were born... Your name, 'Kavvana' meaning 'a light in the dark'."
"...I don't-" The figure silenced him.
"You have a pathway you stand upon at this instant..." Kavvana looked down at his feet. Sure enough, the cobblestone pathway was visible again. It went straight, but then split into three separate pathways, which vanished into the darkness. "You have a choice you must make. One path will lead to pain and sorrow. Another path will lead you to more trails and troubles. The final pathway will lead you to confusion, and ultimately destruction."
"So you want me to choose... which pathway?"
"The first pathway will lead to your demise, but also your victory. The second pathway will lead you to exile, but you will live on... The third and final pathway might lead you to temporary happiness, but you will become a slave and your entire life will be a failure." Kavvana shook his head.
"They all sound... horrible. Isn't there another way?"
"You were born in the corners of paradise, boy. From the moment your heart first began to beat, you had a purpose. There is no way to deify it, but you may fight against it. I will leave you now... choose wisely. I hope to see you at the end." The figure vanished suddenly, the red aura vanishing as well. Kavvana looked ahead at the three choices, and three outcomes. Swallowing thickly, he took a step forward, and chose his path...

Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done...

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Whisper of That Fallen...

Thy darkest night, born so quiet and so cold,
Both she and I feared what both had been told.
But fate would have it that he should survive,
And not long after, soon he would revive.
The serpents tail that grew so long,
It's tongue the shape of metal prong,
What's more the scar that he would bear,
Would share a spot, thine unholy heir,
With thy blackest of marks upon they skin,
And born to her, an heir, all over again.
Without thy wings the rest had got,
In blackest dreams... gave hope they sought.
In search, they travel far apart,
For what might fill thy blackened heart.
Now do be silent, and listen quite well, about the children born of Eden's hell...

He who went to live his tale, in nights of storm and icy hail,
Walked the streets from here to there, but never wound up anywhere.
Then one cool night he passed out, After wandering so far about.
A dream he had, restored his soul, but still had not made him whole.
His body here was torn and broke, he found this out when he awoke,
And as this lad tried to stand, he fell back down to the barren land.
She who tried to live in fire, learned the blackest of desire,
As she grew and walked the land, her need for greed grew in demand,
One night she thought to use her guile, but tricked she was by Anon's smile,
That wine she loved, became a fiend, and 'Devil' the man she henceforth deemed.
But fright had ruled her, so she did run, The man she fled had already won.
From darkness, now, this mistress flees, Come soon the darkness to collect it's fees.
Soon a stand, my boy did take, his path and destiny remake.
He grew up into a powerful man, that would then search across the land,
For a way to defy his terrible fate, fueled by the greatest power; hate.
Now she, that girl, she too will fight, and soon enough with all her might.
Before those children can gain what they lost, they must first pay all heaven's cost.
That's blood, that's tears, that's painful let-downs,
That's walking, that's waiting, across the new grounds.
The two of us, will not yet leave, As long as us our children heed.
Sins they both have commit, and sins to come that will not quit.

But these, my children, I still protect.
Indeed, I find them quite perfect.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What the heck does that mean?
TRANSLATION

On a dark night, a child was born. He was so silent we though he was dead. But he survived the night. My child grew and I could see his sharp, vicious potential. The wounds that he would get in the future, both physical and mental, would be due to the birthmark which proves him to be my son. Soon a daughter was born. Neither of our children had wings, but they should have. Especially my son. They would desire them as they grew older, we both knew that...
So before they knew each other, we separated them, casting them from our lands. As they got older they grew further apart in physical distance, and indeed they began unconsciously searching for what they did not have, but should have. Be quite and listen to the tale of my children, which were born in the dark corners of Paradise.

My son decided to live in darkness. For a long time he did not know what he was searching for. But as he lay unconscious in the city streets, I told him what he desired, and he rewrote his destiny by heeding my words. He suffered wounds as he grew, some that would become scars in his heart. He tried to stand after he was betrayed, but it was too hard for him at the time, and so he ran away to hide.
My daughter decided to use her body to get what she wanted, which was gold and earthly possessions. My follower, Anon, met up with her and put a stop to this. She hated him. She then ran from him out of fear, and today she still alludes him.
My son eventually gained strength and decided that hiding was not a good thing. He became powerful and, still heeding my words, sought the things he deserved. But what led him on was not the will to live, but hate.
My daughter, I am not so proud of, nor is she that promising at this time. Yet soon we'll see her usefulness. She's lazy about things, but she'll realize her duty in time. But before these children of mine can be redeemed, they must complete various tasks consisting of pain, sorrow, joy, and anger. It will take a while, but we will continue to guide them as long as they will listen.

They are very sinful, and will always be. But that is to be expected. After all, they are my children, and I am satisfied.

Weekly Segment ~ The Black Book: Tale of the Fallen Angel's Son (Next Segment 11/05/09)

Thick swirls of mist danced about the silent graveyard, weaving itself between headstones. It was a silent morning, and as gray and bleak as it had ever been. A twig snapped somewhere in the distance, sending a wave of disturbance throughout the solemn place like ripples on the water's surface. Khole turned his head as a bird took flight to his left, and vanished into the endless sky above.
Standing up, Khole yawned and stretched, working the kinks out of his sore muscles. He had been running from his pursuers all night, and ended up falling asleep with his back to a gravestone when he had stopped to rest. Surprisingly enough he had slept soundly, and pleasantly. But now was the time to move. If he stayed where he was, they would surely find him. And they would take away his only hope... Khole slid his hand into the bag which rested at his hip. Good. The journal was still there.
He checked his position, then proceeded to head due west. As he walked, memories slid there way into the front of his mind...

Daryl flipped through the old journal anxiously.
"Yeah man, this is the real thing." He concluded. He looked up at Khole, bright eyed. "How'd you get a hold of this?" Khole turned his eyes away. "It's like that, is it? Well, it's not like you stole it from the church or nothin', right? I mean that's like suicide..." Khole still did not look up from the floorboards. Daryl sat up and pulled his dusty glasses off, staring at Khole. "Don't tell me you stole this from the church, Khole..." Khole finally looked up.
"I snuck in after hours and took it from the library. No one would let me read it... I had to get a hold of it somehow." He replied. Daryl brought his hand to his forehead and sighed as he knit his eyebrows.
"For the love of..." He grunted and began to polish his glasses with his shirt. After a few moments of polishing, he slid them back onto his face and looked directly into Khole's eyes. "Then you were already asking about the book, were you?" Khole nodded. "Then they'll come after you. Once they see that the book is gone, they'll assume it was you, and come after you." Khole's eyes widened.
"But it's my only hope!"
"And once they put two and two together, Khole... They'll realize what you are. And then even if they find the book, they won't be satisfied until they kill you. You made a big mistake... There's no other reason for someone to want that book..." Khole clenched his fists.
"...Maybe I don't want salvation..." He growled.
"Khole." Daryl said sternly. His yellow eyes focused on Khole. It was a warning. Khole let out a breath of air and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I just get so angry that the Pope can't wrap his brain around the idea of a-"
"Yes. I know." Daryl replied. "Get yourself something to eat, then rest for the night. I'll try to figure something out by morning..."

Khole stumbled over a rock and fell to the ground. A burning sensation sailed across his palms and knees. Standing back up, Khole could see that he had scraped his hands and knees. Blood trickled down from the cut on his knee... An image of Daryl flashed into his mind. Khole had just returned to say goodbye before he left... but what he had found was pure horror to his eyes. Daryl lay, crumpled upon the floor in an awkward position, bleeding profusely... Around him the scene was on fire... Books and wood flamed... He turned his head slightly and opened his mouth. No words came out, but his lips moved on. Khole's eyes teared as he read them.
'Leave me.' The light in Daryl's yellow eyes was dim, though there were vivid flames about them. He was already half gone... but he managed to move his lips once more. 'I know you will make it.'
The scent of burning flesh was forever stained in Khole's mind as he turned his back on the place, and headed out, leaving his dear friend behind in the burning rubble.
Khole rubbed the tears from his eyes and wiped the blood away from his knees. How he wanted to destroy the Pope and his minions... How he wanted to kill the church and all it's followers... But he had promised Daryl he would seek redemption, not damnation. He would be the savior of the world, not the destroyer.

Imperiosus rex regis inferne...

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Sacred Lie // Disturbed

My conviction is stronger today as I fight to uncover your sacred lie.
And the fear isn't going away as the soldiers still die.
Let your followers know their lives have been sold for the good of your sacred lie.
For the truth to be told and the plan to unfold we must start asking 'why!?'

Don't you know the war is far from over now?
What a stumbling block we've fallen over now!
As our brothers die defending no one, the war is far from over now.

Liberation, a moral charade, for the cause is a part of your sacred lie.
Damnation a moment away in all the world's eyes.
It's the doom of us all.
We give in to control for the sake of your sacred lie.
Complications abound!
You'll get used to the sound of alarms in your life.

Don't you know the war is far from over now?
What a stumbling block we've fallen over now!
As our brothers die defending no one, the war is far from over now.

Give us a moment of peace in our lifetime!
A moment of peace in our lifetime!
Give us a moment of peace in our lifetime!
A moment of peace in our lifetime!
Give us a moment of peace in our lifetime!
A moment of peace in our lifetime!
Give us a moment of peace in our lifetime!
A moment of peace right now!!

Don't you know the war is far from over now?
What a stumbling block we've fallen over now!
As our brothers die defending no one, the war is far from over now.
Don't you know the war is far from over now?
What a stumbling black we've fallen over now!
As our brothers die defending no one, the war is far from over now.

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micans Report | 11/04/2012 10:25 pm: i think what must be worse than seeing all those bodies, in those conditions, is figuring out how it happened. hAHAHA criesinterror

i guess it is how they always say, you never expect someone you know personally will die, until it's too late. nevertheless, i can see how that could be awful. especially since she was mentally ill D: she never got help or anything? D:
knock on wood, but nothing like that happens around here - though that may be because they hide it well? that's kind of concerning. maybe tons of people do die and we just don't hear about it O__O
oh that is creepy cool. and kind of sad, because if they're upset or something you can't do anything to help D: angry and malicious though...that's really scary...
sometimes i get like that too! the whole imprint thing? but... i guess it's a bit different. sometimes i'm just overwhelmed by a ton of... something, i don't know. it just feels like some kind of force. maybe it's supernatural, maybe i'm just losing my mind, but that overwhelming sensation, i kinda know what you're talking about o:

wow, so, even though this reply is still a couple months later, i still couldn't really tell you what kind of music majoring i'd like to do. i mean, film scoring is kinda what i'm going with for now (soundtracks, etc) but that requires composition, which i have no experience in. i dabble improvisations on the piano here and there, but nothing formally written down. it's just so hard - all these conservatories are making me choose upfront, but i just love music - i wanna do it all. education, therapy, composition, performance... i hate that i have to choose. i've been playing piano since i was three years old, so i'm pretty well rounded with performance and theory, but they want the specifics and it's that i...don't really have. ;_____;
micans Report | 08/12/2012 3:11 pm: whoah, that looks pretty neat! but...i don't think i could handle not narrating anything LOL it just feels so bare... so i totally know what you mean xD

that is so cool. i mean, pretty creepy, not gonna lie, but insanely cool at the same time. i can't even... i'm not sure i'd have the stomache for it though. having people cut open bodies that close? EEEEH... LMAO the zombie thing would be on the back of my mind as well. ffffffff. but you don't really work on them or anything? just check off and stuff? O:

haha i know...sigh... considering i want to go into music, if i take a year off for community college to finish my basic credits, it is still bad, because music needs constant practice. i've never taken a break in my life. i don't know what i'd do if that happened. probably have like a mental breakdown or something LOL ugh it's so frustrating to think about the future x____x
micans Report | 08/07/2012 6:15 pm: haha once i've nicknamed someone, i never forget! kekeke.

yeah, i'm the same way. i used to be big on the whole roleplaying scene, but rarely so anymore. i still love changing up my avatar every here and there and keeping up with friends though! maaaan it's been so long...

that's awesome! :D it was quite a while back since we last talked, but i do remember you being a bit anxious about that sort of thing so i'm happy for you bro! :D daycare though... kids auuUGHHHeewwwww. LOL medical examiner, sounds pretty neat! what do you do, exactly? 0:

eeeeehhhhh... as for myself, i'm freaking out about college... being short on language credits may deprive me from getting into good music schools. so that's troublesome. but other than that, i live on tumblr. --;; quite a productive lifestyle, i know. ( i feel like such a teeny bopper ffffft )
micans Report | 08/02/2012 10:31 pm: kavosssss! (･∇･) so glad to see you're still active!
Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Report | 10/23/2011 12:31 am: Hey, gosh I know it's been forever, but I was just made aware that I've had profile notifications turned off for a long time so have not known when people commented on my profile! So a very belated thank-you for the happy birthday, and a response on the Devil's Trap Card item, I love it so much! I saved for it as soon as I knew of its existence. It was like our dreams were finally answered of having a Yuugiou item. XD Hope things are going well for you!
LoroVeri Report | 10/16/2011 4:53 pm: Woo! I'm completely fine with that!
LoroVeri Report | 10/16/2011 1:12 pm: Too late

As long as you write soon! I've missed my penpal!
LoroVeri Report | 10/15/2011 8:01 pm: I am Le Bored!
Aria Rothsbane Report | 10/06/2011 8:12 pm: Watching a ton of South Park. I keep thinking of you.
Miss you my boy! ;3
micans Report | 05/08/2011 9:41 pm: this is terrible but i don't remember if i replied or not
watch i probably like
totally didn't
and forgot

BUT HEY BRO
nice avi :D

Der Fürst der Finsternis ~ E.Nomine (Translated by Ross W.)

Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.

Satan
The prince of darkness

Lucifer, Devil of the dead.
And not God. And not an Archangel.

I am the abyss , the chaos. My name is Lucifer. I am the Antichrist, the master, the darkness.

Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.
Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.

I am the outcome; My empire of evil.
My empire is the evil. I am the abyss , the degrading , the chaos. Fallen from God, I am the tempter. I am the Antichrist.
My name is Lucifer.

Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.
Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.

The Antichrist... The master of darkness...

"My name is legion, for we are many."

I am the abyss , the degrading. Mine is the empire of evil. I am the Antichrist; the master, the darkness.

Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.
Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.
Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.
Lucifer, Devil of the dead. And not God. And not an Archangel.

Chirographum

"Hey Gramps, can we please see your ultra rare chocolatey fudge coated sugar-sprinkled angelic magical fantastical stupendously special illegally sexual genuinely brilliantly amazingly goddamn spank-my-a**-and-call-me-Susie mega ultra super card?"
☠

The Man Behind Kavvana: Ross Isaac

My name is Ross. My initials are R.W. I've decided to stop giving out my last name for various reasons. Want to know something about me? Ask. I'm pretty open so there's not much I'll get offended by.

My age at the moment is twenty three years. I was born in '89.
Don't bug me with random friend requests, and don't beg for money, items, or anything else.

My username is Kavvana, not to be confused with Kavanna. After being asked multiple times by random people, I must say I am NOT Jewish. Apparently Kavvana is Hebrew if spelled slightly differently. Yes, it is an eerie coincidence that it can be taken to mean 'a heart's desire to unite with God' but rest assured, that is all it is: A coincidence.

Now to get to the profile: It's themed towards Kavvana's story, a character in an RP I was once in. Don't wig out on me over my profile. On more than one occasion I've been messaged by people saying how they were either offended by my profile, or that they were going to report me for being a Devil Worshiper... Don't be an idiot and get offended. Just leave.
On a different note, it's three years later and I keep looking at this profile wondering exactly what theme I was working with. I plan to revamp this page eventually, taking most of the Angel Sanctuary (if not all of it) artwork down and replacing it with my own personal collection of fanart, and self drawn artwork. [My self drawn is actually quite hideous, even when I'm in an artistically fueled depression so... Enjoy that.]

Most of my work is no longer up for reading. I'm tired of people taking free peeks and not leaving me any comments. My work is not your personal library. If you wish to read it, you must give something back in the form of comments. (Although I do enjoy wonderful artwork).

I'm very inactive on this website now. If you need to get an urgent message to me, send it to gessekaiS@gmail.com
However if I am on Gaia, feel free to shoot me a message or instant chat with me. I'm most likely at my job if I'm on this site. In case you're wondering what 'job' I am at... That would be the State Medical Examiner's Office. Yes, for your own reference, I do work with the bodies. No, I do not cut them up. I work anywhere between 12 hour shifts and 16 hour shifts at a time. There isn't much to do sometimes, and that is why I would be active here. And now you know.

I must confess that I have been hiding a piece of myself for a very long time - but at last I can say that I am owned, collared, and dominated by my loving Master, Mason. I am very fond of the custom made collar my Master gave me to wear. For your reference, if you understand what collaring is, it is only the first collar. And now you know my secret.

Well that about covers the main points that I want people to know. Ask if you have questions.
Thanks for reading.

-Ross W.
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Feb 25, 2013

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Whisper of That Fallen...

Weekly Segment ~ The Black Book: Tale of the Fallen Angel's Son (Next Segment 11/05/09)

Imperiosus rex regis inferne...

Sacred Lie // Disturbed

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Der Fürst der Finsternis ~ E.Nomine (Translated by Ross W.)

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