A superb Galatea carved from the mountains themselves,
dressed in the warm sand, and her sword just as earthly and modest, Muu could
do little to hide his admiration. Her scar, dug into her flesh, only made her far more fearsome; nothing he hadn’t already seen before. Perhaps he might cross
swords with this Amazon ( all good sport
). Luxury nearly the point of decadence,
he thought Remano was beautiful and still does, but this city – grand Aššur – was the truer oasis in the golden sands and
dust with flora he’d never beheld before in all his travels.
“ I’m
afraid I’ve arrived ahead of my party. Are you the gatekeeper?
” Her
stoicism answered for her and Muu only nodded and added with empty cheer. “ Oh, I suppose not. ”
He’d left his litter behind. the journey was painful for a big man in a tiny
box, roasting as the sun rose to high noon – and now he waited for the noble
entourage to catch up at the walls, filling the silence. “ You’ve a name, perhaps? Me, I’m Muu of the Alexii. ”
Brow quirks a non-committal response, a slow inclination of the head acknowledging his praise and accepting it as it was, no movement from her post initiated at his approach — she had hailed, and he had come, such was proper decorum and now he withstood the bulk of her stare — a warm, silvery thing that pierces like a knife. ❛Twas an occasion of mutual appraisal, it would seem; the appreciation in his gaze as he looks upon her blade is un-mistaken. Gold can lie, as can pearls and smiles and pleasures of the flesh — but scars and steel do not lie. ( He is kindred with her warrior ilk — a pleasing notion. )
The façade the smooth-tiled roofs and expertly trimmed streets create — a land of wealth; a land of abundance; a land of equanimity — deludes residents and visitors alike, blinding them to the inner turmoil of the State and the mælstrom of the latter Hierarchy. The nobles play their Game of Power and the people toil along their frivolous paths, either oblivious or un-caring. She, however, hadn’t the luxury of selective in-awareness, as her status demanded that she partake in the Game. Her Sworn was an impetuous, vain man, capable of little else than complimenting his own reflection ( — yet by some Blessing of the Originals he possessed enough wisdom to attempt to strike a rapport with foreign Empires, to gain allies ), though of this she mutters no word nor allows any tincture of ill-sentiment to grace her visage. She recites the formalities —— ( they turn to ash upon her tongue ).
❛ I am Kālǐnn, Patū-Kīnatü, Mouthpiece for His Greatness; you are welcomed here, Mū of the Alexï. ❜
Sprigs of spring burrs mellifluous speech, top-notes smooth and richly enunciated, her reply mirrored in his own language and heady with foreign descent. Her statement is a song and a song is her statement, no less delicate than it is fierce, enforced with rich under-tones that fortify the sweet clipping of words not born from her country. Lyre-tessitura confirms the femininity of the armour-clad warrior, lips as soft as any other demure maidens’ — eyes as hard as honed steel. Her presence was no coincidence, nor happening of Fate, but anticipation of a noble entourage — her bow is curt ( how does her fumble-fingered Master presume to make an ally of such a strong-willed people? ), and the succeeding statement is brusque and breathy;
❛ Aššur is your home until you desire to leave. ❜
Her pronunciation is awkward and disjointed, yet no less beautiful ( as is all in this domain! Golden sand, whimsical architecture, vibrant flora — textiles of rich fabrics and people of rich inheritance!Beauty has transformed the landscape ). She turns with a flourish, extending an arm towards her guest while her mere motion signals the opening of the thick, oak-wood gates behind her, a grand happening as hinges spit dust and men cry their labour as they open the colossal inner-gates for the Servant and the Visitor.
❛ I shall be your — escort, your tenure in Aššur. His Greatness will not see you until the rest of your entourage arrives and has rested — desire you refreshment or change of clothing? ❜
She is persuasive in movement, coaxing him through the gates towards the Gardens, all regality and quick to occupy his attention —————— the gates creak shut behind them.
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.
