—— but she is part of her love and light; a warrior of a faith so far from all she has ever known. perhaps with kindness she will soften. ( in return for her loyalty to those she deems her harbor she will receive a universe filled with light. )an abrasion is revealed and imsine’s mien softens at the realization whilst she adheres to curing her friend. warriors accept what others do not understand. ‘ … how came you by this unfortunate predicament? i take it you have scarred the other profusely and without mercy.‘
Gold is a hearty temptation for a thief of any calibre, and a Warrior whose living was forged on the blade, and travelled where battle hearkened ( and payment therewith ) — gold chinked as it patted against an armour flank. Ambushes were not rare by any stretch of the imagination, and well-prepared is the quondam Servant, a blade tucked neatly into her belt where none could see; unfortunately, though armour protects it also hinders the speed of her movement, and Kālǐnn hadn’t the time to deter a sylphine hand from grabbing hold of the blade and plunging it through a joint betwixt plate and chain-mail — though she had time enough to plunge her curved sword straight through their chest.
One injury was enough for the both of them, and she daren’t waste time and energy beating them back. Death was a swift deterrent for other brigands who ventured the notion of attacking her.
Silvern gaze alights upon the Mage, abashed that she’d forced upon her the task of healing her flesh ( the wicked flesh it is, the flesh of a breaker-of-oaths, the flesh of a martyr for a Lost Cause ). Words have long since dried their well in her throat, and she cannot form an answer —— of this Imsine must be already well-aware —— and the wayfarer simply extends a bloodied dagger, not yet cleaned of her attacker’s gore, droping it from the hold of a cloth clutched in her hands; such was reply enough, “they are dead.” Fingers grasp lightly at the Arch-Mage’s shoulder, teeth grasping the curl of a bottom lip, her utter shame pervading her body language as her friend worked at the dirtied wound. ( A kindness she does not deserve. )
Be silent or let thy words be worth more than SILENCE.
S T A T U S .
original character. main blog. independent. private.
Original Character Blog. Private: strictly interacts with mutual follows.
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.
