| Nickname | Kil or Killi (used by Rose) |
| Gender | Male |
| Birthdate | Spring 28 Age: 28 |
| Appearance | Eyes: Heterochromatic, blue and red-brown Hair: Black with silver streaks, natural Skin: Mid-tone Height: 5’10”, 178 cm |
| Relationships | Lance: adopted brother (share a blood oath) Magnus: adopted father Maeve: Raven companion Fergus: friend, dragon spirit keeper of the glade |
| Favorites | Mushroom soup |
| Employment | Freelance, currently contracting with the Adventurer’s Guild, Pelican Town branch |
| Strengths | Chemistry, sword fighting, field investigation, research |
| Weaknesses | Obsessive tendencies, impatience |
| Physical characteristics | Tattoo: raven over the left shoulder Small eyebrow scar |
Dive deep into the hidden magic of Stardew Valley…
Hmm mushroom soup… it sounded amazing this morning, but now I’m starting to regret my choice. I can’t find any decent morels out here anywhere and it’s starting to get late. I really should just give up and head back. I glance around at the trees and realize I haven’t been paying attention to where my feet are taking me. Nothing looks familiar, I must have wandered into a remote area without thinking… sigh. Well, it’s not like I haven’t camped out in the woods before. Ohhh wait! What’s that? Something light buff-colored catches my eye from under the leaves… I swear it’s a— YES!! Perfect, a beautiful morel just asking to become a delicious soup.
Killian: “Don’t even try to hide from me, I know you’re here somewhere… I just saw you…”
A sing-song voice drifts to my ears… what!? I didn’t sense anyone here and I can always tell if someone is nearby. It’s one of the benefits of being so closely connected to the earth and plants. Vibrations of footsteps travel to my feet from a great distance.
Killian: “Come out, come out wherever you are…”
That voice, it’s so melodic and… You idiot, some psycho is out in the woods stalking you and you’re fixating on his voice like a love-sick teenager! Just grab the damn mushroom, girl!
Killian: “Oh THERE you are!”
A flash of black and silver like… wings? Then… Hey!! My mushroom! It’s gone, just like that, snatched right out of my fingers…
Killian: “Gotcha! Oh, nice! You’re exactly what I need— Woah, sorry, I—”
Blink… I look up into… crystal ice and fire sparking under long black lashes, ebony brows, silver strands… Damn— The forest seems to go silent, all I can see is the face inches from my own, his eyes wide in surprise, full lips parted, words hanging, frozen in mid-breath.
Killian: “Hi! Um… heavens, I’m sorry, I was so focused on finding a morel that I didn’t even see… You. Heh… Oh, where are my manners? I’m Killian, the simpleton who just snatched this perfect specimen right out of your hands. Here, take it. I’ll find another.”
He grins, still hovering a breath away, eyes shining with expectation and amusement. Abruptly, he steps back, his long black coat covering a wine red button-down shirt, gray pants, and tall strappy boots. Glancing down, I see the beautiful morel resting in my palm, whole and unblemished.
