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Solmakall


Manners are... graah... Good.

Character Summary

Name: Solmakall
Aliases/Titles: Apex of Aleshera
Age: Unknown
Race/Species
Alesherain Demon
Gender
Male? He likes male pronouns so... let's go with that!
Languages
Can understand most languages, yet can only speak Abyssal fluently and English barely.

Appearance

Height: 10' 7''
Weight: 548 LBS
Body Type: Well muscled and built
Eye Color: Vibrant Red
Hair Color: Wisping Black Smoke
Skin Tone: Inky Black with Red Accents

Character psychology

Personality:
Solmakall, or Sol as he prefers to be called, is a big of a perplexing sort. Big, strong, durable, fast, lethal, vicious. All attributes that he qualifies for, yet his true personality is much different. He's curious, inquisitive, and all around generally kind when he isn't provoked. Like a bear looking at the landscape. Don't threaten him and he won't rip you limb from limb. In fact should you approach with kindness and warmth he's more than likely to return it in his own sense. Though it's mostly accented by his seemingly low intelligence. Not to fool anyone though he is quiet smart, just his smarts lie in the fields of survival, predatory nature, hunting, and tribal culture. So he's no fool by far, but he is a bit displaced given his current location. Still, why not make the best of it and learn about all these new sights and smells!
Habits:
Anywhere, Anytime - Being a full time badass and predator is exhausting! This in turn has given him the nasty habit of taking naps basically anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. Some times it's cute, others an inconvenience to those around him. Though mostly because nobody wants to be the one to wake the sleeping bear.
Shameless Curiousity - Much like a dog or inquisitive pet, he doesn't mind going or getting a little too close to people and places he probably shouldn't. Most of the time this is meant for learning about new things and is innocent, but it's still a tad rude. He just doesn't know that it's rude. He's used to open signs of attention.
Likes:
 - Napping
 - Ranging
 - Nice People
Dislikes:
 - Mean People
 - Vegetables
 - Bright Lights
 - Big Words
Skills

General Skills
 - Survivalist Training
 - Range Mastery
 - Foraging and Wild Craft
Combat skills
 - Supernatural Strength: Augmented by his semi-magical form and laced heavily with the Primal Darkness that fills his home world he's gifted with abnormally great strength.
 - Supernatural Durability: Much like his augmented strength his ability to take a hit is also further increased by the Primal Darkness of his home.
 - Expertise with Claws, Teeth, and Tail Combat: Who needs made weapons when you are a living weapon? Steel-like claws, teeth, and a whip like tail give him all the combat power he needs.
Magic skills
 - Darkness Manipulation: From his home world dwells the Primal Darkness. The all powerful source of the entire planet's life and strength. Some creatures of Aleshera can tap into this dark font and gain supernatural powers that come in the form of physical constructs. Often times used to augment attack with a sharper edge or greater strength. Shadowmancers of Aleshera have been known to bring forth more letahl effects. Yet Sol is a warrior and thus uses his power for damage.
 - Regenerative Abilities: While not Wolverine grade or anything he has the ability to heal from wounds that would normally be considered fatal. This still comes with debilitation and normally still takes days if not weeks to fully heal. But who else can recover from having an arm ripped off?

History

Background:
Born on the world of Aleshera, a world of complete darkness and death. The sun being blocked out by a dense asteroid field that follows a similar pattern with it's rotation, giving very little lit to the massive jungle world. It's sprawling, untamed wilderness a haven and breeding ground for all kinds of nasty monsters that lurk in the dark. In fact one may say that all the monsters of the multiverse go here to play. It is also the home to the Primal Darkness, a great and powerful force and lurks in the shadows. An endless font of energy both dark and malicious, evil and wicked. It's from this font however, that Solmakall, the Apex Shadow was born. Much like a furnace and factory churns out new inventions, the Primal Darkness churns out new nightmares. Solmakall was made to be the apex predator of the world. Something more fierce and deadly than the planet had ever known. Though no matter how much strength you funnel into a single being, it is useless without knowledge and curiosity. Seeking new ways to survive and thrive, to fight and grow.

It was with this new creation, the creation of knowledge, that turned Solmakall from the primal, instinctive, and savage nature of the rest of the creatures of Aleshera. For him it wasn't enough to just kill and devour those weaker than you. There was strength in both numbers and curiosity. He was the first to make a tribe, build other creatures to his culture and thus forge a new path on a primitive and vicious world. All while the Primal Darkness continued to churn out more that would soon join under Solmakall's banner. It was a new dawn for the planet of shadows, one led by the hunter who thought.

Time passed, though nobody could say how long. They had no need for keeping track or time nor was there an effective way to measure it yet. With no sun, no moon, and only twinkling light how could they tell the time? Besides they had much more important matters at hand. Building shelter with primal tools, forging for culture, and expanding as their numbers grew. This was the life of Solmakall and he enjoyed it. Each day passed and something new was learned, some new place was found, the world was becoming smaller and that in turn meant his tribe was on the path of becoming the strongest.

Yet as his tribe grew and expanded, further and further he never saw it's true shining might. An indecent happened, causing a rupture in the Primal Darkness and at it's center was Solmakall. As reality and the fabric there of tore asunder, he was taken from his home and displaced to a new world. Someplace new that he could have never dreamed about before. It was... bright. Painfully so. In fact it hurt his eyes to the point that he had to shield them. Basking his head in black smoke, to hide himself from the oppressive light.


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In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Silver Fox Yep just read it. I missed that part where you mentioned Ja'Far being the one to take the shot and thought you did. Let me fix that right now. Sorry about that mess! I just read you talking about Ja'Far's kill as being your own kill.

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Wait was it Ja'Far?... Hold on I need to reread something because I could've sworn I read that the Geth did a double tap.

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Alria Vicrinus                                             
Location: London Ruins

Alria watched as the team began to disperse. The Geth taking the first move to cloak and navigate away, however she couldn't tell where it was going due to her inability to see things that were literally invisible. Regardless, it was safe to assume that it was following it's orders. After all robots were good at that, or were they... Really she had heard of the Geth gaining some sentience and some more from the fall of the Reapers, but at the same time she never really encountered any to know any better. For her it was no different from the LOKIs she was about engage.

Speaking of action and engaging though, loud noises and banging could be heard from deeper into the complex which could only mean one thing. The party just got started and it had been awhile since Alria got to dance. That was when she heard the first shots from inside the room she was in. The Batarian had opened fire and swiftly dropped one of the LOKIs that remained in the room.

Still waiting for her moment she overheard the Quarian who liked scarves chimed up to say he was moving in. In that very instant Alria was ready and she swiftly turned the corner on the boxes half jogging up to the terminal that the Quarian had in mind, walking wider from around it to give him a clear path, but mostly to give her free rein to deal with the scientists. Taking the advantage of surprise that the Batarian had given her she holstered her pistol and ran for the scientists. They didn't look much like fighters and she was sure not intending to show any mercy.

Leaping over the desk she swung a armored boot for the chest of one, using her momentum to give her power and then the scientisst to cancel said momentum by making a strong thud to his body. Committing to her actions she ducked her head and upper body down, swinging her rear wide to sweep her left leg around to strike with a shin sweep. Aiming to capatilize on that strike her body twisted around the opposite way to give her hands a chance to grip the scientist by the collar, using her abs to snap her body straight, yanking the scientist straight to the ground and straddling him before giving him a firm fist to the face to hopefully knock him unconscious. From there Alria swung her leg behind her back, curling her right shoulder to roll right back to her feet from her previously kneeling position. At that stage there was already another scientist within arms reach and Alria wasted no time is lashing out like a bolt of lightning for his throat, chopping it firmly and while he reached up to grab his throat she tucked her body under his hunching frame to sweep an arm around the scientist's waist. With that position made she twisted once again to take him off his feet and put him on his back. To finish him she gave a shift kick to the temple to stun him.

It was at that stage one of the egg heads had chosen to try and take her on swinging a lamp like a baton to try and hit her. ALria, ready for this ducked back and tilted her body deftly dodging the first swing, then teh second, and at teh third she reached out, grabbed his wrist and yanked him arm to her, stretching out his arm before making a hard swipe with her other arm, slamming her metal braced forearm into the man's elbow so hard that she broke his arm. Swiftly pulling back her striking hand she took a second swipe at teh scientist's head using her elbow. Strking him hard enough to make him drop. Thankfully to because he was just starting to scream in pain and that was not good for Alria's ears.

From there she turned to the rest and said firmly, her previously soft voice going cold, "Surrender and stay down." Feeling those words were enough to get her point across. Then she turned to look and see if the Quarian was settled and he was in fact. Already working faithfully to accomplish his task.

Now it was just a matter of making sure he stayed that way, so with her attention returning out into the room Alria drew her pistol and waited for any targets to get too close. If they did they'd be in for a swift and deadly surprise. As well as trying to maintain control over the scientists through fear of getting their arms broken like their friend.

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Leos Klien I know exactly what I'm wishing for and really I don't mind. After all there is no harm in talking!

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Mega Birb Don't worry mate I can't speak for the others but a lack of tactical know how isn't gonna bother me. I will probably be using legit terms and Army slang, but that's just because that's who I am. If you want I can help you get SUPER-DUPER tacti-cool!

Also on the note of learning and thinking I love hidden connections, details, and plans so if literally ANYBODY wants to make soemthing up to do with Alria PLEASE PM me. No matter what it is.

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Dervish DaMN straight about 2 hours into my 6 hour shift I started swing that thing around pretending it was a sword or like... Mario's hammer. Pretty sure a bunch of people were thinking, "what's that crazy doing out there?" And my only answer... "I am the mighty Thor!"

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Dervish Bud that cap happens in the active service too! I had to guard an entire Battalion sized Motor Pool with nothing but my wits and a sledgehammer I found unsecured.

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@BlackSam3091 Yay! Dad is giving pdaise. I hope you don't mind the dead guard, I just knda wanted her to say something goofy to start things off.

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Short post, but at least I made an effort to make a starter. Anyway, g'night ya'll. I need to head for a snoozer for work tomorrow.

As for those of you wondering about the armor... Imagine the armor she has in her picture minus all that stuff on her back, in black and a moderate grey, with a full helmet who's visor is in the shape of a loose V. Hood is included.

In Mass Effect: Underworld → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Alria Vicrinus                                             
Location: London Ruins

Alria had been busy as can be working her way through tight spaces and damp ducts that snaked and wormed all through the underground. Good thing she didn't suffer from claustrophobia or any fears of the dark. Regardless, she had her mission and she'd see it through to the end and just as her time came around she hit the switch to the door she was sent to clear, opening the way for Anderson and the band of misfits he had assembled.

Alria looked a bit cutting, having her equipment hanging along her tactical mesh that lined her black and grey full bodied armor. Though despite wearing a full suit, it was incredibly thin, making her figure show through it. Even her head was covered by what appeared to be a very form fitting helmet that fully encompassed her dome. The gently glowing V-Visor giving off a soft blue light giving her a sleek and smooth edge that just added to her tight figure.

At Anderson's introduction Alria raised her right hand to flash the peace symbol since her visor had obscured her face preventing her from offering a warm smile to the crew. Following his kind words of praise she chimed in to speak as they walked down the hallway, "No problem boss. Security was as you said and I ran into no complications." Just as she said no complications the group walked past a dead Assualt Trooper who's neck was still gushing blood. Alria taking a glance down to the collapsed and partially hidden body paused only for a brief second before saying, "He was in my way, armed, and looked mean..." Once again pausing briefly she held her helmeted head up almost snootily before ending her statement by saying, "It was a clean kill and I'm not apologizing."

It was then they passed the vent Alria had used for her entrance which in turn meant they were heading into a space Alria had not yet cleared or traversed. This meant she was back on guard with her pistol drawn and ready for action should anything spring up.

It was at that stage they entered to the large server room and hide behind a series of crates obscuring the gang from view of the probably hostile sentries. Alria listening to the boss-man she soaked in her orders and prepared for her role in this event, nodding to him in silence to show she understood her task. Also glad that Anderson pointed to each member of the team as she had yet to learn anybody's names given her advanced role in this mission.

In this moment of peace Alria took her chance to at least get familiar with the two members she'd be spending some time with. The first being this Raye character. A quarian with a lot of dark layers that helped him stick to the shadows a bit better. He didn't really look like he was packing much firepower, but that didn't mean much given her own armament. Beyond that he didn't look so bad, or at least she thought he didn't. It was hard to tell through all those layers, not to mention the blue gas filled mask.

Next was a fellow Turian and a woman at that. A bit taller than her and certainly packing more firepower with her assortment of guns. Unfortunately, none of her armaments appeared to be suppressed which meant that once she went loud that would be it. Despite this it left Alria with a different sense of calm knowing that she'd have some actually support with her. Beyond her weapons she did appear to be rather toned and fit to fight, which was always a good thing.

With her quick visual inspection done Alria commit to the waiting game, ready for the signal to go so that she'd be able to get to work once again...

Character Trove: [hider=Solmakall] [center] [h2][b][color=red]Solmakall[/color][/b][/h2] [img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/plantsvszombies/images/3/38/Shadow_Demon_2.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20160419001513[/img] [b][color=red]Manners are... graah... Good.[/color][/b] [hr][hr] [h2][b]Character Summary[/b][/h2] [b][color=red]Name:[/color][/b] Solmakall [b][color=red]Aliases/Titles:[/color][/b] Apex of Aleshera [b][color=red]Age:[/color][/b] Unknown [b][color=red]Race/Species[/color][/b] Alesherain Demon [b][color=red]Gender[/color][/b] Male? He likes male pronouns so... let's go with that! [b][color=red]Languages[/color][/b] Can understand most languages, yet can only speak Abyssal fluently and English barely. [hr][hr] [h2][b]Appearance[/b][/h2] [b][color=red]Height:[/color][/b] 10' 7'' [b][color=red]Weight:[/color][/b] 548 LBS [b][color=red]Body Type:[/color][/b] Well muscled and built [b][color=red]Eye Color:[/color][/b] Vibrant Red [b][color=red]Hair Color:[/color][/b] Wisping Black Smoke [b][color=red]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Inky Black with Red Accents [hr][hr] [h2][b]Character psychology[/b][/h2] [b][color=red]Personality:[/color][/b] Solmakall, or Sol as he prefers to be called, is a big of a perplexing sort. Big, strong, durable, fast, lethal, vicious. All attributes that he qualifies for, yet his true personality is much different. He's curious, inquisitive, and all around generally kind when he isn't provoked. Like a bear looking at the landscape. Don't threaten him and he won't rip you limb from limb. In fact should you approach with kindness and warmth he's more than likely to return it in his own sense. Though it's mostly accented by his seemingly low intelligence. Not to fool anyone though he is quiet smart, just his smarts lie in the fields of survival, predatory nature, hunting, and tribal culture. So he's no fool by far, but he is a bit displaced given his current location. Still, why not make the best of it and learn about all these new sights and smells! [b][color=red]Habits:[/color][/b] Anywhere, Anytime - Being a full time badass and predator is exhausting! This in turn has given him the nasty habit of taking naps basically anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. Some times it's cute, others an inconvenience to those around him. Though mostly because nobody wants to be the one to wake the sleeping bear. Shameless Curiousity - Much like a dog or inquisitive pet, he doesn't mind going or getting a little too close to people and places he probably shouldn't. Most of the time this is meant for learning about new things and is innocent, but it's still a tad rude. He just doesn't know that it's rude. He's used to open signs of attention. [b][color=red]Likes:[/color][/b] - Napping - Ranging - Nice People [b][color=red]Dislikes:[/color][/b] - Mean People - Vegetables - Bright Lights - Big Words [h2][b]Skills[/b][/h2] [b][color=red]General Skills[/color][/b] - Survivalist Training - Range Mastery - Foraging and Wild Craft [b][color=red]Combat skills[/color][/b] - Supernatural Strength: Augmented by his semi-magical form and laced heavily with the Primal Darkness that fills his home world he's gifted with abnormally great strength. - Supernatural Durability: Much like his augmented strength his ability to take a hit is also further increased by the Primal Darkness of his home. - Expertise with Claws, Teeth, and Tail Combat: Who needs made weapons when you are a living weapon? Steel-like claws, teeth, and a whip like tail give him all the combat power he needs. [b][color=red]Magic skills[/color][/b] - Darkness Manipulation: From his home world dwells the Primal Darkness. The all powerful source of the entire planet's life and strength. Some creatures of Aleshera can tap into this dark font and gain supernatural powers that come in the form of physical constructs. Often times used to augment attack with a sharper edge or greater strength. Shadowmancers of Aleshera have been known to bring forth more letahl effects. Yet Sol is a warrior and thus uses his power for damage. - Regenerative Abilities: While not Wolverine grade or anything he has the ability to heal from wounds that would normally be considered fatal. This still comes with debilitation and normally still takes days if not weeks to fully heal. But who else can recover from having an arm ripped off? [hr][hr] [h2][b]History[/b][/h2] [b][color=red]Background:[/color][/b] Born on the world of Aleshera, a world of complete darkness and death. The sun being blocked out by a dense asteroid field that follows a similar pattern with it's rotation, giving very little lit to the massive jungle world. It's sprawling, untamed wilderness a haven and breeding ground for all kinds of nasty monsters that lurk in the dark. In fact one may say that all the monsters of the multiverse go here to play. It is also the home to the Primal Darkness, a great and powerful force and lurks in the shadows. An endless font of energy both dark and malicious, evil and wicked. It's from this font however, that Solmakall, the Apex Shadow was born. Much like a furnace and factory churns out new inventions, the Primal Darkness churns out new nightmares. Solmakall was made to be the apex predator of the world. Something more fierce and deadly than the planet had ever known. Though no matter how much strength you funnel into a single being, it is useless without knowledge and curiosity. Seeking new ways to survive and thrive, to fight and grow. It was with this new creation, the creation of knowledge, that turned Solmakall from the primal, instinctive, and savage nature of the rest of the creatures of Aleshera. For him it wasn't enough to just kill and devour those weaker than you. There was strength in both numbers and curiosity. He was the first to make a tribe, build other creatures to his culture and thus forge a new path on a primitive and vicious world. All while the Primal Darkness continued to churn out more that would soon join under Solmakall's banner. It was a new dawn for the planet of shadows, one led by the hunter who thought. Time passed, though nobody could say how long. They had no need for keeping track or time nor was there an effective way to measure it yet. With no sun, no moon, and only twinkling light how could they tell the time? Besides they had much more important matters at hand. Building shelter with primal tools, forging for culture, and expanding as their numbers grew. This was the life of Solmakall and he enjoyed it. Each day passed and something new was learned, some new place was found, the world was becoming smaller and that in turn meant his tribe was on the path of becoming the strongest. Yet as his tribe grew and expanded, further and further he never saw it's true shining might. An indecent happened, causing a rupture in the Primal Darkness and at it's center was Solmakall. As reality and the fabric there of tore asunder, he was taken from his home and displaced to a new world. Someplace new that he could have never dreamed about before. It was... bright. Painfully so. In fact it hurt his eyes to the point that he had to shield them. Basking his head in black smoke, to hide himself from the oppressive light. [hr][hr] [b][color=red]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7OdI-b61qg[/youtube] [/center] [/hider]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Character Trove: <div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Solmakall">Solmakall [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2">Solmakall</div> <img src="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/plantsvszombies/images/3/38/Shadow_Demon_2.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20160419001513" /> Manners are... graah... Good. <hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"> <div class="bb-h2">Character Summary</div> Name: Solmakall Aliases/Titles: Apex of Aleshera Age: Unknown Race/Species Alesherain Demon Gender Male? He likes male pronouns so... let's go with that! Languages Can understand most languages, yet can only speak Abyssal fluently and English barely. <hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"> <div class="bb-h2">Appearance</div> Height: 10' 7'' Weight: 548 LBS Body Type: Well muscled and built Eye Color: Vibrant Red Hair Color: Wisping Black Smoke Skin Tone: Inky Black with Red Accents <hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"> <div class="bb-h2">Character psychology</div> Personality: Solmakall, or Sol as he prefers to be called, is a big of a perplexing sort. Big, strong, durable, fast, lethal, vicious. All attributes that he qualifies for, yet his true personality is much different. He's curious, inquisitive, and all around generally kind when he isn't provoked. Like a bear looking at the landscape. Don't threaten him and he won't rip you limb from limb. In fact should you approach with kindness and warmth he's more than likely to return it in his own sense. Though it's mostly accented by his seemingly low intelligence. Not to fool anyone though he is quiet smart, just his smarts lie in the fields of survival, predatory nature, hunting, and tribal culture. So he's no fool by far, but he is a bit displaced given his current location. Still, why not make the best of it and learn about all these new sights and smells! Habits: Anywhere, Anytime - Being a full time badass and predator is exhausting! This in turn has given him the nasty habit of taking naps basically anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. Some times it's cute, others an inconvenience to those around him. Though mostly because nobody wants to be the one to wake the sleeping bear. Shameless Curiousity - Much like a dog or inquisitive pet, he doesn't mind going or getting a little too close to people and places he probably shouldn't. Most of the time this is meant for learning about new things and is innocent, but it's still a tad rude. He just doesn't know that it's rude. He's used to open signs of attention. Likes: - Napping - Ranging - Nice People Dislikes: - Mean People - Vegetables - Bright Lights - Big Words <div class="bb-h2">Skills</div> General Skills - Survivalist Training - Range Mastery - Foraging and Wild Craft Combat skills - Supernatural Strength: Augmented by his semi-magical form and laced heavily with the Primal Darkness that fills his home world he's gifted with abnormally great strength. - Supernatural Durability: Much like his augmented strength his ability to take a hit is also further increased by the Primal Darkness of his home. - Expertise with Claws, Teeth, and Tail Combat: Who needs made weapons when you are a living weapon? Steel-like claws, teeth, and a whip like tail give him all the combat power he needs. Magic skills - Darkness Manipulation: From his home world dwells the Primal Darkness. The all powerful source of the entire planet's life and strength. Some creatures of Aleshera can tap into this dark font and gain supernatural powers that come in the form of physical constructs. Often times used to augment attack with a sharper edge or greater strength. Shadowmancers of Aleshera have been known to bring forth more letahl effects. Yet Sol is a warrior and thus uses his power for damage. - Regenerative Abilities: While not Wolverine grade or anything he has the ability to heal from wounds that would normally be considered fatal. This still comes with debilitation and normally still takes days if not weeks to fully heal. But who else can recover from having an arm ripped off? <hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"> <div class="bb-h2">History</div> Background: Born on the world of Aleshera, a world of complete darkness and death. The sun being blocked out by a dense asteroid field that follows a similar pattern with it's rotation, giving very little lit to the massive jungle world. It's sprawling, untamed wilderness a haven and breeding ground for all kinds of nasty monsters that lurk in the dark. In fact one may say that all the monsters of the multiverse go here to play. It is also the home to the Primal Darkness, a great and powerful force and lurks in the shadows. An endless font of energy both dark and malicious, evil and wicked. It's from this font however, that Solmakall, the Apex Shadow was born. Much like a furnace and factory churns out new inventions, the Primal Darkness churns out new nightmares. Solmakall was made to be the apex predator of the world. Something more fierce and deadly than the planet had ever known. Though no matter how much strength you funnel into a single being, it is useless without knowledge and curiosity. Seeking new ways to survive and thrive, to fight and grow. It was with this new creation, the creation of knowledge, that turned Solmakall from the primal, instinctive, and savage nature of the rest of the creatures of Aleshera. For him it wasn't enough to just kill and devour those weaker than you. There was strength in both numbers and curiosity. He was the first to make a tribe, build other creatures to his culture and thus forge a new path on a primitive and vicious world. All while the Primal Darkness continued to churn out more that would soon join under Solmakall's banner. It was a new dawn for the planet of shadows, one led by the hunter who thought. Time passed, though nobody could say how long. They had no need for keeping track or time nor was there an effective way to measure it yet. With no sun, no moon, and only twinkling light how could they tell the time? Besides they had much more important matters at hand. Building shelter with primal tools, forging for culture, and expanding as their numbers grew. This was the life of Solmakall and he enjoyed it. Each day passed and something new was learned, some new place was found, the world was becoming smaller and that in turn meant his tribe was on the path of becoming the strongest. Yet as his tribe grew and expanded, further and further he never saw it's true shining might. An indecent happened, causing a rupture in the Primal Darkness and at it's center was Solmakall. As reality and the fabric there of tore asunder, he was taken from his home and displaced to a new world. Someplace new that he could have never dreamed about before. It was... bright. Painfully so. In fact it hurt his eyes to the point that he had to shield them. Basking his head in black smoke, to hide himself from the oppressive light. <hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"> Theme Song: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/V7OdI-b61qg?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div></div></div></div>

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