Thalack

Rank » Sargtlin

Gender » Male

PSP » 2

Date Bonded » October 4, 2020

Bonded At » BPSP Redemption

Title » This Is War Sargtlin

Font » #7c0c0c

Name Translation » War

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Fun Fact » Thalack was the first official bonded Kal'daka on this version of Whazzit!

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A lone, middle-aged Kal'daka is not a common sight, though Thalack is not a common creature. His bloodthirst is unmatched and drives his actions selfishly. He has a difficult time integrating into groups; he is not a team player, nor is betrayal or duplicity beyond him. He was once part of a pack and was exiled for reasons he will not detail, changing his name and venturing the world alone. Violence and aggression is what he knows and how he lives. Although he is simple-minded in terms of his narrow scope of lifestyle, he is not daft--he simply cannot control his brutal spirit, and he is aware of this. It was not until he came across Haelys and observed her treachery and manipulation for her own devices that he considered there might be a humanoid able to understand his actions and mindset. Even better, at the time they crossed paths, this humanoid was willing to start a war, spreading the kerosene and offering somebody else the match. Thalack is more than willing to surround himself with individuals that share some of his values or opinions, or at least would be willing to indulge his savage soul. He speaks mostly Drow, but has picked up enough of the Common language to communicate basics. He prefers communication through body language and senses, for those are more real.

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As with most of his rank, he is large in frame and bulky. His lifetime of fighting is obvious in the missing patches of fur, scarring, and even subtle coat-color changes that are a result of regrowth after battle. He is covered in a dark grey that looks like it may have been black at some point, but has faded and worn over time. One thick band wraps around each leg up high, close to his body, in a medium grey. His eyes are a deep, dark brown with the slightest hint of a rusty hue. Despite the apparent wear and tear across his body, he still seems to be in great physical health, though one should not hope for the chance to assess this.

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Ssivah

Rank » Neccasalmor

Gender » Female

PSP » 1

Date Bonded » December 27, 2020

Bonded At » Secret Keehar 2020

Title » The Dead of Winter Blossoms Into Spring Neccasalmor

Font » #4820ba

Name Translation » Voice

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A little bit shorter than most of her rank, this Neccasalmor has a gentle demeanor to her. Her fur is the white of birch bark, with long but spindly legs, a small frame, with a dusting of an ever so-slightly darker grey speckled throughout her fur. The circle that halos her neck is the purest of whites, the color of freshly fallen snow, and noticeable only when you look closely enough. Her eyes are the most striking thing about her, a deep, shining violet.

While she has been gifted with a strong amount of magic, this Neccasalmor's gifts seem to have turned a bit strange. She can communicate with spirits, summon faerie fire, and resurrect the dead, but these powers are incredibly muted, as if she had no talent at all. She was seen as a failure due to her inability to work the magics at a high level, not matter how much time and effort she put into training her abilities, until one day, in the deadest of winter, she could hear spirits. Not the sound of the dead, per se, but the sound of sleeping. She couldn't figure out what these whisperings were, not at first, but came to realize, as she learned the language and the voices, that it was the plants around her speaking to her. It has been a few years now, with her working on her abilities as they are, outcasted from Qu'ellar but more intune with herself than she could have ever been previously. She can hear the forest speaking to her in the winter, when the life around her is "dead", and hears almost nothing when the forest is at its liveliest, blossoming and thriving in the spring or summer (though encounters with larger dead plants she can hear). The irony in her ability is that she can turn back the clock, revive dead plants that offered her comfort into living things that become silent. She has grown to be at peace with her self-created loneliness, and is most at comfort when it is coldest. The best part of the winter is that nothing is truly dead, and while she cannot bring a hibernating plant back to "life", she can hear, instead, the living. The regular magics of a Neccasalmor at this point, are so unused and out of practice that she'd need to work hard at the abilities once again.

She is often lost in thought, especially when the sounds of the plants around her are loudest, seemingly often in a dream-like state. And that is fitting because she is a dreamer, even turned away from her family and home, looking at the rose beyond the thorns. She is certainly a go-with-the-flow creature, and while she is able to heal and hear the plant-life around her, she cannot control anything and is happy to see where her life and circumstances take her. Because of her past, however, she has become independent, a lone-wolf so to speak, and while she is cooperative and generally would like benefit those around her, will easily and without regret fade away and watch out for herself if she feels even the slightest bit threatened. She is friendly and sweet, but understanding her is difficult, and she will never feel the need to explain herself anyway.

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