Tekhelet

Tekhelet
Status	Active
Race	Rakash
Gender	Male
Guild	Warrior Mage
Instance	Prime

Appearance

Moonskin

You see Elemental Aegis Tekhelet Vauns'Arotru, Enelne's Shield of Siksraja, a Rakash.
A faint gleaming flame red aura surrounds him.
Tekhelet has a wolfish face, slightly pointed ears, silver-haloed enchanting forfra eyes and a spiky-furred muzzle, a katamba-black and sable coat with black masking, a long floofy tail and an athletic build.
He is tall for a Rakash.
He appears to be young.
His left palm has a tattoo of a stylized butterfly sketched in thick inky black lines.
An inky black configuration of fractals and geometric abstractions slowly creeps across Tekhelet's skin.
He is holding a gleaming flame red fiery vilks kodur in his right hand and a rat talisman in his left.
He is wearing an austere uaro's'sugi of unadorned black Musparan silk that is loosely wound around the head and neck, a long rawhide cord dangling a polished darkstone disc, a fitted leather rantija with a deeply cowled hood, a somber Katamba-black dergatine odaj secured by a pin of wrought tursa, a lightweight raw silk shirt, a dark cambrinth armband engraved with elemental symbols, a grey leather armband adorned with onyx carvings, a heavy tel'athi bracer patterned with geometric cambrinth symbols, a black leather naphtha holder with vial slots stitched to the sides, a wide josta of knotted relna leather, a black leather talisman case accented with amber, a roughened oak tailband marked with deeply burned symbols, some black leather pants with gusseted seams and a pair of rugged nauda.
Behind him, An enormous tower of grey marble rises imposingly from the ground, its stones fitted so closely that it appears to be one seamless spear of earth. The top of the tower gleams brightly, the light reflecting from the panes of a skylight set into the roof. A set of gleaming ebonwood doors inlaid with gold lead into the tower.
You also see a scruffy rat that is sitting. You find the creature to be a magnificent specimen. There is a soft aura about it and you notice the eyes stare back with a nature which hints at intelligence.

Softskin

Tekhelet has a square-jawed face, slightly pointed ears, sullenly glowing flame-hued eyes and a straight nose. His platinum-streaked black hair is short and thick and is worn loose. He has dark skin and an athletic build.
He has a sparse neatly trimmed mustache on his upper lip and a sparse neatly trimmed beard.

Details

Tekhelet is an apprentice Warrior Mage, a battlecaster, summoner of both blade & familiar. Studying under the vigilant instruction of Storm Lord Woten Muninn, Archmage of Zoluren. Tekhelet's a Primal Mage, crediting his animal instincts as well as a relaxed connection with the elemental planes as his source of faculty. He aspires to be a protector of his pack, and Enelne's Shield of Siksraja, defending the weak from darkness.
A long floofy tail eagerly sweeps at the ground behind him like a broom. His slightly pointed ears are tall and curved, alerting at the slightest sounds. They enable him to appear at times noble and imposing, and other times relaxed and aloof. A deep growling voice, and the faint scent of a wolf, lend well to his rugged and traditional, yet dark and mysterious mien. Soulful eyes gaze at you with a combination of strength and loyalty.
When in moonskin he's covered in fur, powerfully muscled, has razor-like claws and glistening fangs. A stature of tenacity, and toughness. He can be seen thoroughly enjoying his moonskin state, where he feels as his true self. Shapeshifting has taught him that change is a part of life. Before shifting forms, he can feel Katamba inwardly tugging on him and a mild tension builds in his muscles. Scents become more powerful and sounds more intense. Vision is sharper, though colors seem washed out. His vision is narrowed, and his Instincts greatly heightened. Even when not in moonskin however, he retains a touch of his wild nature.
He works as a blacksmith like his father before him, Forging Rakash Weapons. In addition to making them, he thoroughly enjoys demonstrating their effectiveness. He also dabbles in Enchanting where he works to uncover secrets of binding and invoking yet to be discovered. Sometimes found at the Forging Society (Crossing) pounding away hard at work. Sometimes found outside the gleaming ebonwood doors of the Crossing Warrior Mage Guild learning from the experienced or teaching young magelings.
Tekhelet commands spells from all the elemental spellbooks, seeking only the most effective of all the Warrior Mage Spells at his disposal. This gives him a deeper toolbox, and adaptability when face-to-face with the unexpected, and has earned him the title of Elemental Aegis. He's a Summoner and achieved enough total magic skill to become a Primal Mage. His body is aligned with the Elemental Plane of fire and opposed to the Elemental Plane of electricity.
His origins are somewhat shrouded in mist due to the memory rituals undertaken during Warrior Mage initiation. The time before that consisting only of faint remembrances. For him life seemed to start that pivotal day he joined the Guild. He doesn't speak often of his simple beginnings. Only of a humble upbringing near Siksraja, with loving, and devoted parents.

Personality

He esteems his friends as part of his pack. Remaining loyal, devoted, and tightly knit. Stronger when unified, happiest when together, he lives, fights and on occasion, dies for his pack. Prefers to slip into a room quietly, but secretly craves the attention he gets when noticed. Good natured, with an honest, at times naive sense of humor. He's got an air of levelheaded subtlety about him. Some can find him dense between the ears, but he's far from unintelligent. Often heard growling his speech in moonskin, or when excited. Sometimes speaking in the plural like his ancestors before him. He prefers traditional Rakash Attire that allows for comfort and freedom of movement in both forms. He's keen on keeping good company, spending quality time with companions or breaking the ice on a new friendship over drinks and dice. Often the last to leave a party, occasionally sharing a late-night story or opening up the dartboard one 'last' time. He's rather fond his scruffy rat familiar Nisan, due to her sweet personality, and warm spirit.
He desires to make friends (perhaps even a special someone), become a journeyman Warrior Mage and take on an apprentice, protect Siksraja and his pack in times of need, contribute to his community, make and teach how to use Rakash Weapons, and discover unknown Enchanting secrets.
He can be a witty flirt, has a generous heart, loyal to a fault, mostly calm and reserved (mostly), can be naive and too trusting, sometimes misspeaks (which is sometimes funny), loves to gamble and is a terrible insomniac. Hates haughtiness, bigotry, ostracizing, impudence, discrimination, politics, religion and spicy foods. He's a jack of all trades and master of none.

Backstory

Tekhelet believes he grew up near Siksraja, the small Rakash Village in the Therengian forest west of Langenfirth. Born shortly after Lyras's death, when the village elders felt safe enough to reveal the village's location to outsiders. Though now open to the world, Siksraja was still a comparatively isolated village, leading him to experience a somewhat sheltered childhood. Being shielded, he developed a relatively innocent and unsophisticated worldview, with a credulous and unguarded personality. To him Siksraja was a restful and tranquil place, but it always felt fairly isolated, and cold.
Educated by his parents, and community elders. Tekhelet was an apprentice to his father, a blacksmith who trained him to make and use traditional Rakash Weapons. He always felt like he wasn't just learning but preparing for something.
When Tekhelet was of age, he and his packmates were sent into the Siksrajan forest for three days, to undergo their last shift as cubs by themselves. Through this coming-of-age rite, they would leave the pack as cubs, and return as men and women. That night a thunderstorm rolled through and lightning strikes ignited a raging conflagration. Trapped together and about to be consumed, he and his mates made the decision not to sit and wait for the inferno to slowly overtake them. Instead he locked hands with them, and ran into the blaze. As he slammed his eyes closed, he had a vision. He saw the flames recede around them as they ran, he felt the heat abate away and smelled pure air in his nostrils. Upon opening his eyes he realized he had parted the inferno and ushered his packmates to safety by controlling the fire. It was at that moment he recognized his potentiality to command the elements.

Familiars

Nisan

A scruffy rat
The pocket-sized scruffy rat appears energetic and alert. Gleaming azure eyes like a cloudless sky convey sapient curiosity. Black elongated whiskers flutter with glossy luster. Her satiny fur of blue and charcoal grizzle mixed with solid black guard hairs over a powdery gray base has tousled tufts on her back and flanks. Dusky variegation veils her delicate face, ears, feet, and lengthy tail, but is curiously absent from one hand. Glimpses of silvery underbelly can be seen as she scurries.
Nisan loves kindly petting plump strawberries and apples, even from strangers and getting attention whenever she can manage to get herself noticed. Often looking up at people with her bright eyes or nibbling on their shoes. She's an old soul, seeming to have inherent wisdom and a grounded sense of being in the world, often far more than would be expected for a creature of her stature.

Toya

A spectral white leopard with luminous blue eyes
Long and sleek, the creature's magnificently pristine coat blankets its entire form like a freshly fallen snowfield. Wide globes of softly glowing blue light centered with blazing white pupils are disarmingly gentle in appearance and belie its otherwise undeniable predatory potential.
Try to pet her and she'll pounce on you, snarling furiously. Toya is aloof, reserved, surly and cold. She's never failed me in combat or refused any task. A beautifully independent yet devoted companion.

Sfek Vauns Arotru

'Strength Toghether'
Sfek Vauns Arotru is a pack of blended Rakash from all over Elanthia, where Tekhelet remains an active packmate in good standing and has taken on the pack surname. The pack's based on bonds formed through friendship and camaraderie, rather than blood, and we welcome all who seek unity and purpose. We gather at Rakash Moots, to share stories, eat our favorite foods, and enjoy good company. Here we celebrate our culture and create new traditions. We are truly stronger together.

Home

[Kads Raja, Natural Barrier]
The forest forms a thick backdrop with a mixture of new and old growth and various heights of brush. No visible pathway presents itself; instead, the trees and bushes appear to have conspired to form a living wall of limbs and branches entwined with grass and vines. To the southwest, some shacks can be glimpsed through a thin stand of trees.
[Tekhelet's Home]
A cozy fieldstone cottage surrounded by several flickering will-o-wisps.
A polished ebonwood floor spreads across this small room into surrounding walls of polished oak. A fieldstone fireplace with an oak mantel, with a fragile crystal-framed painting in shades of rose and green hanging above it, stands guard over the rich black cashmere sofa and sleigh bed that rest upon a grey wolfskin rug covering the floor. A faint scent of cedar fills the air. You also see a pot-bellied Siksrajan wolf pup, a high arched frosted glass window, a cross-braced and reinforced plank door, a huge mirrored oak bar with a basin on it, a brass-trimmed oak weapon rack with a steel cuska with a tempered head on it, an elegant oak and brass armor stand with a claw-scarred battle odaj of dark demonscale on it, a rich black cashmere armchair and a rich black cashmere armchair.

Best death

1st person

The lightning selrek effortlessly grabs hold of your spell pattern and pours itself into it, traveling across the mana lines and into your brain. Mercifully, your shorted-out nervous system does not register the rest.
Immense electric currents flow through your body, shaking your limbs with bonebreaking convulsions as smoke effuses from every orifice. In those surreal moments of death, you can somehow glimpse inside you -- the devastation this creature has wrought. Amidst a miniature thunderstorm, the lightning selrek reemerges explosively from the well and truly cooked remains.
> *Tekhelet was just electrocuted!

3rd person

The lightning selrek suddenly discorporates into a geometric pattern of sparking lines that crisscross the distance between it and Tekhelet. Instantly Tekhelet's eyes burn out, and he succumbs to bonebreaking convulsions as smoke effuses from every orifice. In those surreal moments of electrocution, you can somehow see through Tekhelet -- his bones, his heart stopping, and the thousands of little veins and arteries traced in light before they all turn to ash. Amidst a miniature thunderstorm, the lightning selrek reemerges explosively from the well and truly cooked remains.
> *Tekhelet was just electrocuted!

The First Land Herald 439: https://elanthipedia.play.net/The_First_Land_Herald/439-05-18

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