While he can be too spirited, sassy, and a bit naïve at times, Killian is most often an exuberantly friendly, compassionate and charming person to be around. Sweet, flirty, youthful; the sun, his patron, suits him well, as he has a very refreshing effect on those around him. His energy is boundless, from sunrise to sunset he's on the move. He makes friends easily, and navigates relationships with an "in the moment" attitude. He is a good ally as well, Killian is always up for antics and as you might've guessed, doesn't mind breaking a rule or two to help out a friend in need.

The day Killian was born, night didn't come. This was a sign that the next heir of Soleil was upon them, so the reign of the region eagerly sought him. His parentage was nothing grand, he was born in a small warriors village on the outskirts of Regna du Jour, his father left his young mother to deal with the baby on her own, so when the reign of the region came to give the mother and son a new and blessed path, it was very welcome. As a young child, Killian basked in the life he was given, protected and loved and provided for. But as he got older, he started to realize that his life wasn't necessarily his. He wasn't just Killian, he was Killian Soleil, the heir of the goddess, and someday it was gonna be his job to do... basically whatever everybody told him to do. Everything he did was under the supervision of the reign, and he began to spite it. Not to mention he always felt a little inadequate, like he wasn't supposed to have all of what he was given. Like he wasn't enough or wasn't capable of what they wanted of him.

And so when he was thirteen he ran away, and went on a grand adventure (from his home to a farmers field) before being caught and returned to the safe care of the reign. Even though he hadn't really gotten anywhere, and he had only been out for thirty minutes or so, Killian treasured that freedom. That was not the last time he snuck out. He became a regular trouble maker; arguing with his mentors, sneaking off into markets to buy junk he didn't need, and always running somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. While the reign was by no means happy with this development, his mother supported him in everything he did, and never scolded him or made him feel small. She was his closest ally, and would always hold a special place in his heart.

When he turned sixteen, despite having done almost everything that the reign said would piss off the goddess Soleil, Killian was granted his first gift of her magic. Shape shifting. She granted him the form of a cheetah, and needless to say, the reign was mortified. Their biggest problem was Killian running away, was this some sort of message the goddess was trying to share with them? Whatever, Killian let the reign ponder where they had gone wrong, and he continued to be the trouble child of Regne du Jour.

Then came the war, Killian was eighteen when tensions began to rise between Regne du Jour and a neighboring territory. In the name of the goddess, the reign declared war between the nations, and now that he was of age and trained properly, the heir was expected to fight. The only thing was, he didn't want to. Killian didn't care about stupid religious disputes, he didn't feel the need to uphold the honor of his patron, and he especially didn't want to kill anyone. The responsibility was too great for one so young, who barely believed in his own validity as it was. So! well I bet you can guess what happened next.

But sometimes, there are consequences for denying responsibility. And this time there was; in the shape of a puddle than he ran right into, and fell into another world.

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