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Talen Mythik Aureon Gale

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Short Name: Talen

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Height: 6'0

Eyes: Cyan blue in hue, his eyes glow from dim to blinding based on the intensity of his emotions.

Hair: Dark brown, nearly black, textured locks sweep slightly below his ears and stubble borders his jawline.

Build: Lean and chiseled, his sculpted torso broadens at his shoulders and narrows at his hips, creating a body best suited to a swimmer. There is little bulk or fat to his body, designed to be lithe and sleek.

Skin: Metallic gold skin that gleams in the sun crossed by winding black tribal tattoos. Across his eyes blazes a black bandit mask tattoo struck through with a lightning bolt on his left cheek.

About Me: Known as the King of Thieves, Talen's personality is as two-faced as the coins he steals. A charm-swathed assassin, he charades as the perfect gentlemen to cover the agenda he constantly pursues. Free of moral restrictions but chained in politics, every choice is made to benefit his guild, no matter the sacrifice it demands.

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Weapon 1 Information: "Dyrnwyn."
Damage Value: 16.
This weapon has 1 enchantment. Click "Armory" under the "Extra" tab to read its information.

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Height

6'0

Eyes

Cyan blue in hue, his eyes glow from dim to blinding based on the intensity of his emotions.

Hair

Dark brown, nearly black, textured locks sweep slightly below his ears and stubble borders his jawline.

Build

Lean and chiseled, his sculpted torso broadens at his shoulders and narrows at his hips, creating a body best suited to a swimmer. There is little bulk or fat to his body, designed to be lithe and sleek.

Skin

Metallic gold skin that gleams in the sun crossed by winding black tribal tattoos. Across his eyes blazes a black bandit mask tattoo struck through with a lightning bolt on his left cheek.

Behind the Mask

Known as the King of Thieves, Talen's personality is as two-faced as the coins he steals. A charm-swathed assassin, he charades as the perfect gentlemen to cover the agenda he constantly pursues. Free of moral restrictions but chained in politics, every choice is made to benefit his guild, no matter the sacrifice it demands.

http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/gnq6rn92fd/Im_A_Wanted_Man_Official_Audio_Royal_Deluxe.mp3

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http://alcryst.forums.net/board/274

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http://alcryst.forums.net/board/95

http://alcryst.forums.net/board/158

6'0

Cyan blue in hue, his eyes glow from dim to blinding based on the intensity of his emotions.

Dark brown, nearly black, textured locks sweep slightly below his ears and stubble borders his jawline.

Metallic gold skin that gleams in the sun crossed by winding black tribal tattoos. Across his eyes blazes a black bandit mask tattoo struck through with a lightning bolt on his left cheek.

http://elite-equestrian.com/brady/files/talensecondarypic1.png

http://elite-equestrian.com/brady/files/talenprofilebanner1.png

http://elite-equestrian.com/brady/files/membericonredosmaller.png

"Dyrnwyn."
Damage Value: 16.
This weapon has 1 enchantment. Click "Armory" under the "Extra" tab to read its information.

http://orig01.deviantart.net/1432/f/2016/302/e/5/talen_scimitar_2_by_ruanly-damlx0n.gif

http://orig09.deviantart.net/e596/f/2016/302/b/a/talen_blood_dagger_by_ruanly-damlkl9.png

http://orig01.deviantart.net/7b4d/f/2016/302/2/f/talen_throwing_knives_by_ruanly-damlcch.gif

http://orig07.deviantart.net/6922/f/2016/302/c/1/talen_shadow_spear_2_by_ruanly-damlwo6.gif

http://orig12.deviantart.net/e147/f/2016/302/9/6/talen_trishot_gauntlet_by_ruanly-dammmo6.gif

What time tears away

Mar 21, 2016 9:11:10 GMT -6 Word Count:

Post by Talen Mythik Aureon Gale on Mar 21, 2016 9:11:10 GMT -6

Black velvet. Smooth, without craters or evidence of its years of wear. Devoid of color, soulless as an abyss crushed into ink and poured over the soft fabric presented to him. Empty as infinite starless universes, galaxies as pointless as nonexistence in their blind solitude. Without reason. Without meaning. Eyes trained on the outstretched hands before him, Talen's sky-drenched gaze froze the planes of the mask in curves of cyan. Without redemption. An entire lifetime reduced to the wilted fibers Galdric silently offered. Ever without word, ever consistently statuesque, echoed trails of tears cleaned the man's dirtied face, the culprits dried but their path incriminating. Even stone wept at the loss of The Fox.

Time had paused around the teenager, becoming congealed bile clawing through his nostrils until each gasping breath was ragged. Warmth had deserted the air, the chilled stench of death still haunting the only object Talen retained of his father's. His... sire's. Father was a title The Fox had never wanted, never claimed. Certainly never allowed. And yet, in the stunning hush of his abrupt and absolute absence, it was something greater than a father Gale had lost. Into the wind swept penance. Gone was retribution. Erased were second chances, murdered were dreams. A singular goal to prove was irrevocably drowned in the blood they had found bathing their leader. His final halo. One he had earned thoroughly in life at the edge of a blade and the lip of a purse. The hand of every victim had crafted the weapon, but the final thrust... the slice through his heart, merciless and ultimate, its wielder was faceless. Nameless. The specter would bare a reputation growled as a curse and a bounty hefty as Faewin, but to the gods, perhaps he was a hero for delivering the living legend, the ruthless sinner. To Talen, the assassin had stolen more than The Fox ever could. This thief would pay for it. He would serve his sentence in pain, taste the copper of his lifeblood, feast on his own flesh, serenade his nights with inhuman screams wrenched from a twisted mouth, and death would not be granted until agony had paid the full price. You did not steal from Talen Gale.

Reluctantly, his calloused fingers reached for the mask, flinching at its cold texture, so clearly drained of its past human flush. Similar to how one surveys a carcass, he pinched its folds and lifted it from Galdric's palms, unburdening the last figment of his biological dad from his surrogate's grasp. The others of The Fox's small party held back in a blurred semicircle behind the mute, restrained by unseen forces. Their own grief, perhaps though unlikely, as their bond was built in gold rather than love. Perhaps then tethered by caution of their new, inherited chief, young and unfamiliar in his stoic features. Unpredictable and unproven. Their allegiance was burning in the embers of the pyre heading their gathering. Suspicion snarled in their stares, rabid animals waiting to see if this boy would be prey or predator, unsure if they should devour, flee, or heel.

Talen sensed their judgment, the growing friction electrifying the camp with every beat of his pulse. He had to subdue their impatience or risk the imminent foray. There would be time to sort the emotions pounding in his ears, the acidic concoction of despair and satisfaction, of anger and vindication, but that hour was yet to pass. As his predecessor incinerated behind him, his silhouette's edges licked by the flame consuming his own family, he had room only for determination.

Before true thought could filter through his mind, he deftly brought this criminal's crown to his face and secured the ties in a tight knot. It cooled his skin and for a heartbeat, he stared out through the eye slits that had been The Fox's view of the world. It somehow all felt more collected, more organized, in the emblem of chaos. And then frost turned to inferno. An unwilling hiss burst from his clenched jaw as he desperately tried to smear the cinders from his cheeks, panic registering only scorching heat and searing pain etched where the cloth lay. It didn't budge. The fabric was melting into his countenance, first as a soldered layer and then blending seamlessly into his complexion. The mask... became him. And in its smoldering aftermath, Talen felt the invisible fire retreat inwardly until the hills of his cheeks were but black ashes, the coals now centered in only his irises. Doused in sweat and trembling from remaining adrenaline, he pried his eyelids apart, finding them unresponsive to independent will, and grew still in repressed terror as he witnessed nothing. He was without sight.

Later, when his vision returned and the fever of his new markings faded, he would learn how his cerulean optics now glowed in sync with his emotions. He would see how The Fox's mask, his remaining legacy, had become permanently fused, branding him an inconcealable bandit. But as he suppressed hysteria and cloaked any fear from showing to those he could no longer behold, he knew only one fact: The Fox had bestowed one heirloom. One birthright Talen had never assumed his.

Trying to shield the tremble in his youthful voice, he shifted his attention to where he sensed Galdric, the bald righthand close enough to spread his temperature through Talen's clothing.

"What do they do?"

He asked lowly, excruciatingly aware of his vulnerability in a pack of savage contenders. He was effectively bound and delivered to them if they turned enemy, his only defense the guardian he now whispered to with feigned composure.

The answer came in equal volume but it was hushed by a tone dissimilar to Talen's--one swathed in awe.

"They bow."

Last Edit: May 16, 2018 10:28:34 GMT -6 by Brady

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