Malkaren

[Malkaren]

Malkaren Physical Description Race: Akalak Birthday: Day 42 of Winter, 468 AV Age: 44 Gender: Male He stands at 6"3' and weights in at 210 lbs. with dark cyan skin that holds few imperfections aside from a few scars on his chest, back and shoulders. His frame is somewhat thin but well built as any other akalak warrior with a perfectly toned body that radiates a healthy level of strength without appearing bulky. He keeps his raven hair in a medium short ponytail and doing nothing in particular with his bangs besides keeping it short enough to stay out of his steely grey eyes Character Concept Malkren's dominant soul is a stoic and serious individual who holds his ground no matter the consequences whether physical, social or emotional. He rarely shows his emotions and instead expresses his thoughts verbally, speaking very openly about his opinion despite present company even if he knows how it will make them react. His view of the world is made up of shades of grey as he knows good and evil are all in the eye of the beholder. Despite following his people's ways for decades, it's become more and more apparent to him that the lack of change their culture has gone through may be hurting their odds for survival and despite his deep hold on the ideals of honor and discipline, it was him who decided it was best to leave home no matter how much it hurt. On the other hand the "dark" soul is a bright minded idealist who wants nothing more than to understand the world. Unlike the "light" soul, this version of Malkren is far more emotional which leads to him being well humored but also makes him short tempered and far more susceptible to depression. He is a nature lover, spending what little time he has on the edge of the city to see all the birds and wildlife that lives nearby. While the other soul cares much for his honor and the honor of his opponents, the dark soul is much more chivalrous as he thinks not only of the honor of warriors but the innocent and pacifist as well, especially with women. Despite having far less time in the body than the light soul, the second Malkren doesn't hold it against the first as he understands how difficult attaining balance can be. While it was not his idea to leave Riverfall, he accepts the chance at seeing the world openly. History Sired to a talented akalak smith and a kind young konti alchemist in the cold dead of winter, Malkaren lived the life every akalak child in Riverfall did. He trained rigorously every day from when the sun rose to when it set to perfect his body, often staying up to read over his people's history and culture but always sleeping precisely when he was suppose to. His father helped him stay perfect in line and always prepared while his mother helped him whenever a scrape or cut popped up as they did often. It was a happy and fulfilling life with everything he could have ever ask. However, things changed drastically for him when he turned fifteen. As all boys did when they turned this age, he was expected to the Rite of Trial with four other boys his age including his close friend Islium. The five of them were lead to the Sea of Grass and had a plan formed to lure a small group of straggling glassbeaks away from the rest and ambush them from all sides, finishing them quickly in the chaos. The sun rose overhead slowly with no sign of the prey they were after aside from a few ornery packs on the move. It wasn't until late afternoon that they finally found a sizeable group of five; an oblivious group that would be easy to take down and have enough to land each boy a kill. They made their preparations and in no time at all sprung the trap. It was just then that the tragic occurred. As the quiet field suddenly filled with noise as each boy went for their target, an older male glassbeak came out of the brush and went into a frenzy. In the chaos there was little anyone could do be flail and fight back the best they could and it was only as the dust settled that they could take in the damage caused. While most of the pack escaped, one lay dead from the attack and another lay wounded on the ground and easy to dispatch. The old one who attacked lay dead as well, the lakan of another boy jabbed straight into it's eye. At it's feet, talons still dug deep into his skin, was Islium. The four boys managed to get their catches and Islium's body back to Riverfall before night fell and they were met with a mixed welcome of victory and despair. Islium's body was returned to his family and, having there not be enough game for all four of them to be successful in the Rite, the boy who had been most hurt in the scuffle admitted failure and went to his family empty handed. Malkaren and the other two, on the other hand, went home to a celebration of their victories to feast and celebrate the night away. Even as he sat there celebrating along with the crowd at his achievements and declaring himself a future tracker, Malkren's heart was heavy and his mind burdened. As he grew older he began to find his training less and less fulfilling and found himself questioning his people and their ways. Why put the lives of the young at risk when there are so few to begin with? Why build up all this strength and put it to no practical use apart from sustaining ourselves? Is the risk of losing lives really worth having those left be strong? Through the emergence of his other soul, his training in the wilderness and his Rite of Passage, he never uttered a word of his true thoughts to anyone. It wasn't until he was much older, almost of age to be looking for a mate, that he said anything. In Winter, 512 he approached his father and told him of his decision to leave Riverfall and find his own calling. The old smith did little to argue or plea but made his opinion of the matter well known. Before he even had time to leave his family name was stripped from him and his record was removed from the bloodline. It was only the pleading of his mother that kept him in Riverfall until the Spring of the next year. Soon he plans to leave home in search Mirahar for some greater purpose. Training and Skill Points Skills Experience Sources Backsword 26/100 25 SP, 1 Earned Unarmed Comabt 20/100 10 SP, 10 Racial Hunting 5/100 5 SP Tracking 5/100 5 SP Wilderness Survival 5/100 5 SP Endurance 4/100 4 Earned Observation 7/100 7 Earned Socialization 2/100 2 Earned Running 1/100 1 Earned Rhetoric 3/100 3 Earned Philosophy 1/100 1 Earned Persuasion 2/100 2 Earned Lore: Lore: Akalak Smithing Lore: Riverfall Flora Lore: Grass Bears Lore: Myrian Tigers Lore: Akalak Lakans Amantis: A Harsh Instructor Fixing Matters at Home First, Leave Second One Final Class Mama Bears: Not To Be Trifled With Min: Dutiful, If Brusque Taking Another's Strength Vowing To Live Taking Time To Heal Ignoring Wounds: Fiction Vs. Reality Never Gonna Hear The End Of This... Education On Predators Finding The Right Woman Simple Is Not The Same As Right Regretting Ones Words Rorin: Soul Brother A Debt Is A Debt, Even If Denied A Solemn Vow: Everyone Should Go Home Healer And Patient: Fighting Together Focus Through Pain Healers: Not A Debt, But A Calling Pay It Forwards Thanking The Pantheon Akalaks: Two Souls In One Body Tukant Fluent Common Basic Kontinese Poor Equipment 1 Set of Clothing - Loose white tunic - Long brown pants, heavily patched - Black cloak w/ hood - Brown leather boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack - 1 Set of Toiletries - 1 Week of Food - 1 Eating Knife - Flint and Steel 1 Large Tent 1 Tarp 100 feet of rope 1 Lantern 2 Torches 1 Bedroll 1 Blanket 1 Fishing Tackle and Hooks Set 1 Kavinka Paintedmount ( White and black ) 1 Full Set of Tack 1 Large Saddle Bag Set 1 Cold Iron Tulwar Heirloom - A mature pet kevat named Coon that his mother helped him catch and train when he was younger. ( w/ Goss's approval ) Ledger 18 gold mizas - 66 gold mizas ( Cold Iron Tulwar ) - 12 gold mizas ( 12x Throwing Knives ) - 4 gold mizas ( Weapon Scabbard )