i can imagine a young lad whom Kaal saved in battle getting a huge crush on her and just doing whatever he can to help her out. Like, he understands she has no interest in him, but he suspiciously turns up wherever she gets sent and does what he can to quietly help in the background.
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surdû. Okay this scenario makes me sad for a lot of reasons but I’ll explain it by simply saying: Kaal’s not necessarily a good person. ( No, she really isn’t. ) Despite all my jokes and levity and the deceptively light-hearted nature she bears, there’s little that can be truly described as ❛ good ❜ when it comes to her. She’s a true neutral; ergo, her moral compass is not dictated by ❛ right ❜ or ❛ wrong ❜ but what adheres to her ideals. She super-imposes her own principles and standards upon others and expects them to all have the same kind of morality that she does ( which, to find someone resembling her in that regard is exceptionally rare ) and it causes for conflict. First off, let’s say that hypothetically she had saved him ————.
Kāl is not a person that, when in battle, simply ❛ saves ❜ another person. Unless her assignment was to save people on the battle-field, she does not go out of her way to save any-one for any reason. ( There are exceptions to this, of course, but they are very rare and I’ll save your time by not elaborating. ) If a comrade were on the field and she had not imposed herself as their protector, their life would be their own to handle. She does not worry over-much about those companions when in battle because it’s not her business; she will, however, try her best to dissuade her companion(s) from engaging in conflict in the first place. If conflict is imminent, so be it. So, put succinctly, if she saved him it would be by circumstance, an accident, a will of Fate that allowed him to be in the right place at the right time that made the person about to kill himKālǐnn’s opponent. She wouldn’t do it as a favour, she wouldn’t do it out of pity, she wouldn’t do it to do anything but kill her ❛ Enemy. ❜ I can see how someone could develop a crush on her if she saved them ( tbh I have a funny log about it that I’ve posted privately and linked here ); and actually it’s not all that un-common to see in those who have suffered trauma. I don’t think it would actually be a crush in any sense of the word and I believe that it is extremely harmful to one’s self. Allow me to indulge in what I think this fictitious relationship would actually consist of.
Though I, for the life of me, cannot remember the specific name for the condition, there is in fact a name for the condition of imprinting upon one’s rescuer when suffering a / from trauma. It may be that this person never actually saved them, just happened to be passing by and they merely mentally latched onto them at the time ( exemplī grātiā: the traumatized person managed to escape and the next friendly face they see they reflexively call their saviour, an un-conscious action ) —— or perhaps they were saved; either way, the result is an un-healthy attachment that manifests through romantic fascination, and rapidly becomes an un-conscious, compulsive obsession. I’m not saying that it’s impossible that he could develop a legitimate crush on her, but I do think that it’s rather un-likely given the circumstances ( vaguely ) proposed. War is traumatic, and even the hardened soldier can be traumatised if un-prepared. I think the prospect of being killed is traumatising enough, and to have someone targeting you, in particular, and knowing that you’re about to die —— waiting for it —— only to have some Warrior Angel step between you and them and slay your Death right before you? That’s cause enough for trauma right there especially when people are dying all around you and you can hear them gurgle their own blood. To have someone save you like that, when you’re frozen in fear and resigned to Death only to have her come in and deny it? Rescue you? I’m sure it’s far more likely that the person in question would develop Acute Stress Disorder ( to be further addressed as ❛ ASD ❜ in this meta ) and imprint upon Kālǐnn as the ❛ saviour ❜.
See where I’m going with this?
I believe it’d be far more likely that his infatuation with Kālǐnn would be born from psychological damage and not from any true romantic inclination; it would most likely be an obsessive idealisation of her, improperly romanticising her, detrimental to himself as he sought to ❛ help ❜ her in a way reminiscent of how she helped him. I doubt that the man would even know her, and Kāl would not care to know him. She is a mercenary, and two mercenaries rarely meet on the same path twice and not be on opposite sides of the conflict at least once. As a mercenary, she does not build relationships with others, she does not strive to do so, and if she had saved someone’s life that was that. In truth, Kālǐnn is more amiable with the dead than she is with the living.
There are several scenarios that could bring this sad little story to a close, and I’m sure none of them are what you were going for because it would be far from endearing. The lad’s ASD and compulsive idolising of her ( A.K.A. his false infatuation, which would no doubt feel real enough to him but wholly contrived from trauma ) would only further damage him. Let’s assume that he, at some point or another, foolishly conscripts himself into battle because she is doing it. An act of Must Help Her that ends in disaster. If he were to some-how get in her way, Kālǐnn wouldn’t so much as bat an eye-lash about killing him if his allegiance was un-clear. She would run him through and step on his body and she wouldn’t care at all. In fact, if it were convenient and he attempted to really help her, she would probably use his generosity and exploit that folly and feel absolutely nothing in the way of remorse as he got murdered for his foolhardiness; actually, she’d use him to her advantage and then take out the people that were going to attack her after he was done being pummeled as a meat-shield.
Like honestly I’m sorry to ruin such a cute image but I’m horrible and we all know it and Kāl is far worse than I am in that regard. Basically: she wouldn’t care to save him in the first place, wouldn’t care that he was trying to help her behind the scenes, and wouldn’t care if he died afterwards and would probably be the one to kill him herself.
Twentywinters in summers that taste like slang. Nineteen days of dying, the eighteen years of trying not to—— a corpse collection; her shoulders whisper their apologies for all the doubt they’ve caused, for mothers know naught but how to eat.
( I buried my heart in an apple orchard.I HOPE IT ROTS!)
Her memory has long since collapsed, the conduct of the day naught but muscle-memory rather than conscious decision; she no longer pondered on where to allow her feet to tread – they beat into the earth as they would, and she followed, no will of her own denying sole’s wandering.
A glance sideways thrown upon vocalization’s birth, mien a stony face bearing no emotion as a mire to the indifference there displayed. Eyne fall to meet the other’s, a brief contact intimate and probing, curious though reserved – and immediately thereafter she retreats inwards into herself, probing gaze retracted as stare is directed away from the girl, a gesture of respect. ( She’d not intrude where she is unwelcome. )
Be silent or let thy words be worth more than SILENCE.
S T A T U S .
original character. main blog. independent. private.
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I N F O R M A T I O N .
Hopefully that big ol’, “Original Character” blast up there was enough for you to know what this blog is – an Original Character. To get things right off the bat, this is my brain-baby. Theft of any sort from this blog is not tolerated, and don’t try spoon-feeding me that, ‘Oh but you just inspire me so much, Cath!’ bullshit ‘cause it’s theft and we all know it. There’s a difference between inspiration and stealing.
Kālĭnn is from an Empire rather like Mesopotamia, so it’s OLD. Old. The majority of the rest of the world within her canon resides is similarly Antediluvian; however, you will notice that she takes on the traits of many Mediæval Knights. No this was not a mistake, yes it is done on purpose. The best thing to keep in mind if you have any thought of interacting with Kālĭnn is that she is culturally displaced, MUTE, and is so stoic and calm in reaction to everything that it’s asinine.
☒ MAGIC ANONS. ☒ SEX, SMUT. ☒ ASKS PERTAINING TO SHIPPING/RELATIONSHIPS. ☒ GODMODDING, META-GAMING. ☒ HATE OF ANY VARIETY.
All of this is rather self-explanatory. Due to the nature of the muse, the themes dealt with inside my canon, and with a plethora of muses with whom I interact, content will include but are not limited to: blood, violence, and language. I don’t tag most ‘slurs’ unless they are ones I decide not to use myself, or am asked to tag. In which case, I probably wouldn’t use the word anyway. I do not tag gore in my posts unless it’s an image. I do not tag blood in my posts unless it is an image, nor do I tag weapons or anything of the like. Magic Anons have been used to insult the integrity of my character and myself as a person numerous times, and thus I’d like to not receive them; while sex jokes and talking about sex is fine, actually seeing sex or anything of the visual nature induces anxiety attacks for me due to reasons I am NOT obligated to share, and as such I will not write smut, and I ask that all sexual images be tagged. Everything else on the “don’t” check-list is due to personal preference – oh, and I’ll laugh at anon hate and delete it on sight.
S H I P P I N G .
Kālĭnn isn’t exactly romance friendly, if you hadn’t guessed. She’s resolute, stuck in her ways, waiting to die, and expends herself on people like you won’t believe. While open to friendships, romances are another thing entire, and she is single ship, ergo, I already have a ship parner and I don’t plan on changing this any time soon. If you wanna brOTP with her, be my guest! I mean, look at her borderline “something deeper” brOTP with Greed. It’s possible to become her friend, anyone could easily be her friend because she does not hold grudges ( except against herself ) so really, there’s always room for something, just hit me up with an idea.
C R E D I T S .
Chances are that if you’re seeing artwork on this blog, it does not belong to me. In fact, I keep a log of art credits on this very page. However, I do make edits and I take credit for the work that I have done that way, whether it be icons or banners or other miscellaneous graphics, they are mine, and taking from me is not tolerated because you do not know if I had the artist’s permission, and if you take from me, you definitely do not. Be smart.
The coding is mine. I made the code for this baby. I already released my code to the public, I’m sure you can find it on my personal somewhere ( my personal’s the credit link ), so honestly have away at it. I won’t answer coding questions unless it’s off anon, on my personal, or from a close friend. Sorry. I’m not that amazing at coding either.
ART CREDITS
Dashboard Icon:Era One – Concept 8 by Simon Goinard on ArtStation. Dash Banner:Goddess of Victory by EVentrue on DeviantART. Theme Art: I’m currently still hunting down the source, but it looks like the source was deleted. If anyone knows, lemme know? I wanna put their credit up. Icon Art: Mostly by Norihiro Yagi, from their manga Claymore. All other icon art will be sourced here as well. Graphic Maker: The ever-wonderful Stevie! A big hand to her genius~
DON’T STEAL. P.S. Sorry for being a total asshole in these rules. I promise I'm not as unapproachable as I seem ;w;
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K A S Ū S U .
And no, it wasn't shame I now felt, or guilt, but something rarer in my life and stronger than both: REMORSE. A feeling which is more complicated, curdled, and primeval. Whose chief characteristic is that nothing can be done about it: too much time has passed, too much damage has been done, for amends to be made.
N Ā Š K A K K I .
Name: Kālĭnn. ( Kay — lynn. ) Alias(es): None. However, has accrued the moniker ❛Iron Talon❜ in certain regions. Age: Twenty-Eight. ( By Earth standards. Perceives self as being Twenty-Two Cycles of age. ) Hair Colour: Mahogany. ( A deep, rich brunette with flame-hued highlights and deep red colour whenever light hits it; could easily perceived as dark brown unless her hair is highlighted by light. ) Hair Length: Typically maintained within multiple braids, with her ( collar bone length ) bangs being braided and kept pinned on the top of her head so that her eyesight is not obscured; the rest of her hair, when braided, is approximately level with the small of her back. Eye Colour: A very lackluster hazel that appears to be grey rather than its true colour. Complexion: Dark, a very rich and deep tan. Sex: Female. Gender: Female. Nationality: Akkadian. Height: 1.85 metres ( 6 feet, 1 inch. ) Weight: 84 kilograms ( 185 pounds. ) However, when she is wearing full armour, she weighs roughly 157 kilograms, or 346 pounds. Body Build: Lean, robust and rippling sinew beneath layers of metal armaments, she is fit and athletic, and with no lack for muscle. Powerful and domineering physically, she has well-built hips and a graceful figure. Lean for lack of body fat ( by lack of proper eating habits and the frequency of the arduous and physically demanding tasks she indulges in ) but for no lack of muscle. She is extremely-well built. Could crush a man's head with her thighs. Physical Marks: A running from the bottom of her right ear across her cheek and over the bridge of her nose. It is wide and discoloured, the wound being more aesthetic than debilitating, however. Another scar trails from her left hip up across her back, cutting clean over the spine and around her right shoulder blade only to peak in severity at her right shoulder where the blade which has split her so had bit fiercely. ( Please note for all threads which are to take place post!Molymnias arc: At Molymnias, Kālĭnn's left eye is flogged out of socket. In addition to the re-opening of her facial scar, her lip becomes cleft and heals awkwardly so that she seems almost to sneer perpetually. ) Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic. Sexual Orientation: Pansexual. Marital Status: Single. ( However, taken heart & soul. ) Zodiac: Scorpio. Chinese Zodiac: Tiger. ( Element of fire. ) MBTI: ISTJ. ( Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging. ) MBTI Variant: Assertive. MBTI Role: Sentinel. Enneagram: 9w1 SO/SP. Temperament: Choleric. Element: Fire.
Rank: Hired soldier. ( Mercenary; wayfaring Warrior. ) Weapons: Seeming to be a most ordinary broadsword, Kālĭnn's preferred weapon is realtively unextraordinary at first glance, for it is neither gilded nor engraved with filigrees, and bears no crest or crust of jewels; the blade itself is modled after those of her homeland: wide, straight, and tapering towards the end into a rounded rounded ( yet lethal ) tip, and modified with the superior craftsmanship of an Akkadian blacksmith so that the metal is flexible yet retains its shape, aborbs shock through its core so as not to dull the edge or jeopardize the blade's wholeness. Make no mistake; it is a weapon of war and has slain many, and the blood of hundreds stains its guard crimson. As nameless as its master is to those she encounters, it is the most notable thing aside from her armour which is also modified after that of her homeland, as per her explicit request and exhaustive funding. Aside from that, she's several knives which she keeps stowed away, of similar craftsmanship ( though not so durable ), and, on occasion, she may weild a long-bow of exceptional height and draw-weight. However, her bow is nigh explicit in its use for hunting; she's yet to use it to loose an arrow into human flesh.
