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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

@BlackSam3091 Sure thing boss man!

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

@Silver Fox Well then... 

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

<Snipped quote by Deos Morran>

But you also said no one was doing good either ;P@Silver Fox

Well you don't need to call me out on it ya butt!

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

@Silver Fox I never said you was! You butt! I'm just trying to be goofy snd make sure nobody feels bad about their actions. So I'm just say you all are awesome.

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

@Silver Fox Ok maybe I'm not reading their posts so well... I don't really remember the friendly fire parts so well... I mean I vividly remember the "pulling themselves in unneeded danger" part... Either way I'm just saying... Don't pkay favorites and just know that everybody is doing awesome in their own way! Yay!

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

To be honest... I wouldn't say anybody is doing particularly good or bad. At least on the efficiency scale. This is more just a matter of Paragon vs. Renegade. The infiltration team has been pretty Paragon of late while the distraction team has been very... loud. Maybe that's renegade, but even then their whole goal was to serve as a distraction and draw teh attention of the base. Which they most certainly did!

So really each team did their jobs.

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

Alria Vicrinus                                             
Location: London Ruins

Alria recovered from covering her eyes to see her fellows take advantage of the flashbang she threw and thanks to their quick and efficient work the Cerberus agents went down swiftly and suddenly. It brought a smile to her face and made her job a ton easier. Though with that issue neutralized Alria turned around to go back to attending to the...

It was in that moment thte sirens started blaring and it even startled Alria given how sudden the loud noise started up. Looking around for why the alarms were blaring she saw Anderson storm off to a stray scientist, just catching the last bits of the human pulling his hand away from a button on the wall. She didn't know what had started yet, but she did know that it was because of him. Then with Anderson's rough interrogation and cancellation of the alarms she knew what was happening. Husks... The thought of them made Alria's blood boil in her veins but still she kept a level head. She wanted to purge them all, but knew that deep down inside, letting that anger get to her would only lead to mistakes and those mistake could be fatal.

As the scientist explained their numbers and just what was about to come rushing their way, Alria knew this wasn't a fight they could win. Not in a position like this anyway. Then with the female Human making claims of mutiny and betrayal Alria had to honestly fight back the urge to just execute the scientist who gave them all this trouble, but with his age and apparent stature he may be useful later. Finally, with the whole story and Anderson swiftly coming up with a plan she had her new mission: lead the charge out of here and to the rest of the team to better engage and eliminate the Husks. This was something Alria could get behind, mostly because it meant she'd get to hurt some Reapers.

Taking the lead with the Batarian who went by the name of Balak she made sure to keep an eye on the exit of the room, pulling up her holographic display on her wrist gauntlet to give her a constant tactical readout of their path. That way she wouldn't have even the slightest chance of getting lost. Thankfully their path was short as well, having to only go through two hallways and two rooms before they'd be at the large gate that made up the main entrance to this place.

Though just as they were about to start moving the first of the monsters had showed up, leaping from the door and attacking a downed Cerberus trooper. Alria watched for a few moments as the alien hater was mauled, but of course that didn't last. Yet before she could get a show off Anderson took the first blowing the creature away and getting the rest to attack them. That meant the game was on. Alria shouted back to the rest of the gathered gang, "Come on! We're moving!" Then she started her advance, pistol drawn and aimed ahead with her knife out and ready to kill as well.

Thankfully the Husks were pouring in from a different door than the exit that Alria had mapped out, leaving them able to avoid going through the dozens of Husks that were rapidly charging after the crew. This in turn meant that it would be up to the rear guard to keep them back while their path was forged.

Before long Alria opened the first door to their first ot two hallways and inside the small and narrow pass was a pair of Husks lurking about and looking rather confused to be quiet frank. Alria took aim at the first, not even breaking stride as she fired twice, hitting high on the first Husk's torso which in turn made it's head almost detach from it's body. Needless to say it was dead. Leaving the other for somebody else with a gun she advanced and sure enough the other was handled.

This was when the group made it to their first of two rooms. Thankfully it seemed empty and also appeared to be a mess hall of sorts with several long metal tables extending with inbuilt stools on either side of the tables. Even with a few left over plates and utensils lying around to give it some atmosphere. Unfortunately, that atmosphere was quickly ruined when another dozen or so Husks came rushing out from the various entrances to the mess, including a few leaping down from the mezzanine onto the gaggled group below. That in turn gave the Husks a way to get right into the middle of the group to harass those in the middle directly.

Still though Alria knew that her team wouldn't let anybody down and so she continued to purposeful walk towards the next door. All the way to it she took swift aim with her pistol and by letting loose a series of controlled pairs dropped Husk after Husk to help keep more from making it too close for comfort.

Thankfully, this seemed to work and before long they had cleared the mess to their second of two hallways. This one was longer and had a L-shaped turn about halfway down, but still Alria continued on, not wanting to hold up the rest of the gang by clogging the hallway. Though it was this lack of a break that lead her to her first close encounter. Three Husks charged from the corner and one even through what had been a vent reached for Alria and Balak. The first Alria was ready for and by using her knife she delivered two quick slashes and a stab to end him in a second. The issue was the second who leaped from a high vent to latch onto her back. Though again her quick reactions enabled her to twist her pistol around and pump two quick shots into the monster's lower abdomen. That didn't kill it though, but before she could spiral around to toss and execute it it just went limp. Somebody else had finished the devil off and in a quick show of thanks she nodded to the group in general before she continued on.

That hallway leading clear into the last room, a cargo bay of sorts. With crates stacked high, containers lining walls, and of course stray machinery for handling it all, this room was perfect for an ambush. Thankfully though none came for the first few moments of entering the bay. All they had to do was make it across and though the load doors to be at the main entrance. Though at about the halfway mark, that ambush came as much like in the mess hall the Husks just seemed to come out of the woodwork. Running around and screaming, demanding blood they descended on the whole group form all sides and sometimes different elevations. Alria engaged any that crossed her intended path of travel through a series of attacks. Namely her pistol, but she also started to unleash gouts of fire that arcs and flew through the air to Incinerate her intended targets. In this room there was too many as they had to many ways to attack from. "Move it! Run to the exit!" Alria called out, picking up her pace to a light jog as she still yet continued to blast, shoot, and stab her way through the crowd of killers.

Then before long and with more and more chaos spreading around them Alria called out over the radio, "Friendlies coming out!" Assuming that they got the message about the Husks and their tactical retreat and that they'd be able to understand enough to not mistake them for Husks and open fire on friendlies.

Regardless, Alria rushed out the main entrance and after making it a bit of the ways towards the assault team, turned around to fire into the crowd of Husks, looking to help give her fellows a better chance. All while still navigating backwards to reach a more defensible position from which she could properly return a constant fire from. Though that part didn't take too long and before she knew it she was side to side with a Turian. From there it was just a matter of watching her weapon's heat levels and changing out thermal mags when the needs arised. As well as using her incineration capacitors to launch a fireball every so often. Thankfully, it looked like all of her team had made it.

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

@SgtEasy Yep we talked a bit in the Discord. By the way you should join us! We have loads of fun! But as for the encounters I had given it some thought. Mostly to try and give each group some area for 'adventure' but while leaving it ambiguous so that we can all kinda make our own specific fights on the way through to the exit.

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

@BlackSam3091 Thanks for the heads up! Though I think I'm gonna just have Alria continue to be crowd control for the scientists and junk. Can't wait for the 'curveball' though!

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

@BlackSam3091 Quick question actually. Why aren't we using Discord? I just tried to type in the Pirate Pad and it crashed for me 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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