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Character Name: Kronos, aka "Melvin Koren"
Series: Highlander: the Series
Character Age: Physically in his 30s, but around 5000 years old.
Job: Head of the Camp Fuck You Die Chapter of Big Brothers Big Sisters
Canon: You just lost the Game! And if you were an Immortal in the world of Highlander, that means you've been beheaded. Immortals have secretly walked among us through all of history-long-lived, immune to sickness, and able to revive from nearly any injury, they start more humbly as regular people who live and grow until their innate immortality is triggered by a violent death. If they're lucky, they're taken in by another who'll train and teach them about the Game: a constant duel to the death between Immortals. The loser loses their head, and the winner inherits their powers-and in the end, there can be only one!
When you can live forever, it's good to have friends. However, if that friend happens to be Kronos, you might be better off just having enemies. Kronos and his three Immortal "brothers" rocked the Bronze Age by raping, pillaging, and killing countless thousands in what was possibly the longest raid ever. They were the Four Horsemen and nothing stood in their way, except maybe each other. After a betrayal they separated for several millennia, lost to each other, until Kronos kicked off a family reunion by attempting to end the modern world with a deadly, home-made super-virus. With his best days being in the past, he longed to recapture the old glory of being the most terrifying thing people have ever seen. Straightforward and frank, his inspirational pep talks lean towards my-way-or-die, as his brothers know. Kronos enjoyed the power and freedom of the ride and for the last two thousand years has dreamed of living it again. Despite having many names and identities over the years, this Horseman of War is a man full of ambition, charisma, anger at the world, and few morals save for loyalty(?) to his brothers.
Sample Post: Once, as living men, your kind learned to crawl, walk, and to run. Then one day, you couldn't run fast enough and died. Now? You hobble around full of rot, earn less respect than dogs, smell even worse-and you're hungry. Blood and flesh and brains will only last so long, but you know what you really need, right? You hunger for life, and for revenge! Vengeance against every man and beast that would flaunt their delicious bodies in your face, piss on your grave after too much from the tap, and then snatch themselves away before you've even wiped it off. What you need is fulfillment-the head of your enemy in your hands and the rich taste of victory on your tongue! Do you want that? Yeah?! Well, friend, that's where I'll help you.
Because, as part of the lowest, most neglected rung of society, you are the perfect candidate. As of today, we are brothers! And I always take care of those I call my own. I'm Melvin Koren, the new Head of the Camp Fuck You Die Chapter of Big Brothers Big Sisters. I'm here to make a positive impact on your after-life and help you reach your fullest potential. We're already close to being family; like distant cousins only twice removed. We should be dead, yet here we are. Still, I admit I'm surprised, seeing as I had a close shave with a sword and all back home. But if this is an "opportunity for rehabilitation," it wouldn't be fair to turn down Lizzie's generosity, would it? And I am nothing if not a man of opportunity. First on our agenda, we'll have to get you up to speed again... but more than just running. Only prey run-brothers have to ride! See this here? A fine, strong horse. She'll more than make up for what you lack between your legs, and if you take so much as one fucking bite out of her I will beat you with her dead carcass. Do you understand? Can you nod for me? Good... We've established a rapport. As a mentor, communication is key to a relationship.
Now get on the horse. Take the reins and sit up straight. Have some pride in yourself-remember, you were meant to be a creature of terror, and unstoppable even in death! Now...move. This horse is your horse, her legs are your legs. Feel that strength! The movement! No longer will you have to shamble from here to there. No more will your prey escape by walking at a fast pace. This time, the dead will ride! I think I'm impressed, who knew you'd be a natural? It's more than what you call a cool story, this is truly the first step to what being brothers is all about. Perhaps this rehabilitation business is more promising than I first thought. I'll gather others, and together we'll greet the campers and-aarg!! The hell-!
Ha ha ha... is this how it's going to work with you? No honor amongst family? You disappoint me. Hear what I say, brother: if you don't want to be a head in life...never bite the hand that steeds you, especially when the other hand holds a sword!
[ 100% fuck yeaaaaah]