Our Self.
Bulging muscle, tough sinew, fiery skin, raven hair, piercing eyes. How else would one describe him? At 7'4 289 lbs Kel is a large man, by just about any peoples standards, even his own. His imposing visage is only augmented by the color of his skin, a burning flame to counteract the silvery ice of his silvery eyes. The scars from his trials are a beautiful latticework crisscrossing his well muscled body, a fact that he takes great pride in.
Pride and duty.
Pride, duty, virtue... all the things essential to the Akalak culture are to be found within Kel. He is a calm, shrewd thinking, man who values all forms of learning. His views the world in a golden light, always looking forward to a brighter future.
In battle he tends toward a more moderate fighting style, using finesse and skill to overcome his foe.
Im here for a good time~
"Duty? Virtue? Hah!! Riiight like id ever allow that." Ash.. Kel's supposedly bad personality, is not quite as well scrupled as his lighter counterpart, to him the world is a place for fun, and little else. To him nothing is as important as his freedom, rather than academics or even propper study of the martial arts, Ash prefers to make his own way, rather than be instructed he would rather fight and learn the moves on the fly. Rather than read a book on one subject or another, hed rather go out and figure these things by himself. He doesnt even care about the future, to him nothing is so important as this moment, here and now.
During battle Ash holds nothing back, he overwhelms the enemy with sheer ferocity, even going so far as breaking into a berserk rage when in serious straits.
Who are we?
While the two have a few rather... well.. glaring differences in their handling of most situations, the two have somehow managed to come to a rather peaceful report. At times they infuriate each other, at times they might even wish they were able to duke things out for real, but much of the time the two are close, their senses of humor are almost identical along with a minor spark of mischief that seems to have leaked into both personalities.
They find it easy to switch, one personality to another, and do it quite often, especially during battle. The disparity in styles, the sudden change in tactics, has a tendency to throw their opponents for a loop. Those unaccustomed to fighting the Akalak that is.
Our life.
Longevity... it is both gift, and curse.. The power to see centuries unfold before you, time enough for nearly any pursuit, time to find your place in the world... but are the benefits worth the pain of living? Are they worth outliving those you love? Worth the chance of seeing a future more bleak than an already dark present?
This is a question that the two were hit with early in their lives, for even the very blood of their mother was a mixed blessing.... Kelvics are a strong, intelligent, curious, well natured race, those who find their bond mate find their hearts fit to bursting with sheer joy... But their lives... their lives are so short.....
His father, tall, bold, oh so sure of his own strength. Aenel was a model of Akalak perfection. Though, sadly, at 200 years of age the man had never once managed to fall in love, not one of his numerous partners so much as stirred a beating in his heart.... At least, not until he met a young servant, a single soul blazing with life, the one seemingly made to be his.
A head of fiery hair, piercing blue eyes, beautiful alabaster skin speckled with the faintest of freckles...... Kasha Vim, Kel'Ahun's mother was a beautiful woman, fiercely loyal, loving, but, above all, she knew who she was. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Aenel.
Their courting was swift, their marriage more so, it took less than a year before Kasha was pregnant with their first, and only, child.. Dispite the challenges of birthing an Akalak baby the young woman came out seemingly unharmed, Kel was a large child, his color a special shade supposedly given to him by his mother, and things were good.
The boy grew up, both his personalities having manifested early he was a surprisingly well controlled child, with his father Kel would learn the ways of his people, he would study literature and the arts, and his life was good. With his mother Ash could run free and wild, dancing with her through the forests, along the beaches, in the gardens, and his life was good.
But as I said... the life of a Kelvic is short... that of the Akalak long and filled with loss.. and none of them were an exception. As Kel neared the age of twenty his mothers health waned, her death all but assured... they had all known it was coming, his mother was satisfied, shed seen her son grow up to be a powerful young man, shed lived a full life with the one she loved. What else could she ask for?
Aenel and Kel'Ashun, on the other hand, were dealt a mighty blow. For them their time with her had been a mere ripple. As I said, knowledgably they knew the day would come... but in their hearts they had hoped against hope that they would have the time.. that they could love her for one day more, just one...
But ask for anything but time, for you shan't receive it, no matter how fervent your prayer... The shock of her death sent ripples through Kel and Ash both, and, for a time, neither truly wanted control..... But still, Kel would learn, Ash would run and fight and drink, all for the sake of keeping up appearances... His father though, could not even manage that much. With the loss of his first and only love, Aenel seemed to sink in upon himself, he became lax in his training, lost in thought at all times, consumed by a past that he felt could never be reclaimed....
It cost the man his life, and Kel his father. While training on the outskirts of Riverfalls patrolled radius the two were attacked by a party of Zith, his father, distracted as he was, went down quickly leaving Kel to fight on his own....
*Rest of this in a flashback maybe*
After his return to the city of Riverfall Kel found himself empty... the family he had loved were gone... each and every building, the gardens, the grassy fields, all held the faces of those dead that he could never truly let go... he decided it was time for a change... His heart heavy in his chest he sold his ancestral home, most of his families belongings, and just about anything else that he would not need out on the roads... He shipped out on the first caravan he could find leaving the city and has since then done nothing but wander....
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Kel'Ashun 
