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Ari the Akorn

Kinkade
Legacy Name: Kinkade

The

Spectrum Keeto
Owner: KadenRiis

Age: 16 years, 4 months, 4 weeks

Born: October 19th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 4 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 19th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 15
Defense: 14
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 3
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

/Kin-kaid/

Officially: Salieri Aleksandr Kinkade.
/Sah-lee-air-ee/ /Ahl-eks-on-der/ /Kin-kaid/

The Artist.
Through art, you can create life to be.. however you want it to be.

Born January 19, year unknown, as Salieri Aleksandr Kinkade.
Growing up, Kinkade had no mother, but lived with his father in a small villa in Vienna, Austria.
There, he studied art, music and literature.
Though especially talented in classical music, he was simply a prodigy in the art world.
At the young age of 5, Kinkade was painting murals against the ceilings of the Austrian Court.
As a young adult, Kinkade was commissioned to paint the walls and ceilings of the Great Gallery in the SchÃ¶nbrunn Palace.
After gaining intense popularity from the media for his skills, Kinkade decided that even with all the recognition, he wanted solitude.
With this decision, he grabbed his paints, canvas and easel and headed north.
He knew of his ancestral roots in the Ukraine and Russia and so that's where he headed.
Avoiding civilization, Kinkade traveled through the wilderness and through the snows, painting any captivating landscape he came across.
When he was at last in Russia almost 6 months after he had left the comforts of Vienna, he found himself against the harsh conditions of Siberia.
Determined to express the deadliness of the snow on canvas, he set out into the cold to find the perfect scene.
He wandered for hours and hours turned into days.
And suddenly, he found his landscape.
Searing mountains capped by the deadly snow and ice sparkling in the fading sunlight.
A sinister image. Welcoming to the eye by its beauty, but deadly to succumb to.
He set up his easel, fighting the whips of the wind and determined to capture its beauty; he began to paint.
His image was no small task and time it would take since his landscape stayed the same only for fleeting moments of time each day.
As the sun's position changed, Kinkade put his work on hold.
He had set up a small tent with great insulation for his time out in the cold wilderness.
There he stayed until the sun was just rightly placed in the sky to create the golden specs that would reflect off the mountains. And then he would paint.
After a little over a week of being in the cold, Kinkade was running out of time to complete his painting before he ran out of food.
Frustrated and worried about his food supply, Kinkade ventured out into the wilderness of the Siberian.
After no luck finding even any greenery, let alone any meat, Kinkade decided to head back to his tent.
But as he turned back to the direction from which he came, he couldn't see his mountains anymore.
His paw prints that had followed him in the snow were quickly disappearing as the snow was falling more rapidly.
Afraid, since no one knew he was out there, Kinkade began to panic.
He ran in every direction but was met by a thicket of trees any way he turned.
Soon, the harsh cold of the Siberian would become even harsher as the day fell to night.
Not knowing what to do, Kinkade walked over to the nearest large tree and dug himself beneath the snow trying to salvage any warmth that the frozen ground may have to offer.
The night grew around him, as did the snow.
.. As did the strange noises.
Kinkade lied as still as he possibly could even though he was shaking violently. From the cold or his fear, he could not distinguish.
The noises became clearer and closer and he could hear the freezing snow crunching towards him.
Something was approaching him.
Suddenly the noise stopped, almost simultaneously with his heavy breathing.
He didn't move. Even if he wanted to, his body was stiffened with an overwhelming fear.
A minute or so passed by without any sign of the noise again so Kinkade worked up his courage and slowly poked his head up above his snowy barrier.
A figure unidentifiable stood before him looking as frozen as the trees around them.
For more than a week he had seen no life in the wilderness and now, at this very moment, he is face to face with a being he cannot see or distinguish.
He was no longer alone.
In a complete fright, Kinkade fell back into the snow. This time, unconscious.
...
He awoke a few hours later. He was no longer cold, but relatively warm.
The smell of smoke engulfed him.
Oh God! He thought, I've died and gone to Hell..
But as he regained his ability to think clearly, he realized that he was not in Hell. Or dead at all, for that matter.
He found himself in a den of sorts.
He dared not move.
But he didn't have to because watchful eyes had already been aware of his awaking.
"Hello there," lulled a voice from the side of him.
Startled, Kinkade said nothing in return, but shut his eyes tightly.
"I found you in the snow. I hope you don't mind that I brought you back to my place.. I don't exactly know where you're from so I couldn't take you back to.. where ever it is you're from."
Still, Kinkade said nothing.
The voice still identified with no face said nothing either.
After a few minutes which seemed like forever, the voice made its face known.
A soft white face with even softer blue markings and piercing icy eyes was peering into Kinkade's fuchsia-colored eyes.
The face looked at him with such tenderness and care. Now Kinkade felt at home; felt welcomed.
"You can talk to me, you know. I won't bite. I'm a vegetarian," said the snow angel.
Many things came to Kinkade's mind to say, but it was as if his mouth were still frozen and nothing could escape from it.
"Okay then. It's fine if you don't want to talk. You can stay here and warm up.. It'll be morning soon and you can leave when the sun's been out for an hour or so."
"Thank you, .. Uhm," Kinkade managed to slip out.
"My name is Dev," he said as he smiled, finally getting a response from his rescue.
"Dev," Kinkade mumbled. The name seemed to slip off his tongue.
"You're not going to tell me your name, Mr. I-Wanna-Freeze?" He asked, almost sounding offended.
"Uh, Kinkade. Sorry. Salieri Kinkade."
"Sounds proper," Dev suggested, "You're not from around here obviously."
"No. From Vienna."
"Austria? What the heck are you doing out here?"
"I came to paint. I'm an artist."
"Interesting. I love the arts. You came to the right place then. To capture beauty and all. But it's quite dangerous, as I'm sure you've learned."
Kinkade let out a small laugh and then a sigh. Dev smiled, which in return led Kinkade to smile.
He felt warmer already and not from the warmth of the den in which he lied.
Perhaps it was from the warmth of the kindness of a stranger. Perhaps the sun was beginning to shine. Or perhaps, it was the twinkle in Dev's icy eyes that lit something inside of Kinkade..