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“Sometimes I aim to please, but mostly I just shoot to kill.”

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Soulless Regency - Character Killed

Thalken Merc Talink

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Thalken Talink

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Character Summary

Name: Thalken Merc Talink
Social Class: Gentry (Knight)
Age: 23
Birthday: March 15, 1800
Nationality: German-British
Birth Place: London, England
Residence: Talink Estate near the London Docks
Gender: Male
Education: Private tutors
Income Source: Titled & Gun for hire, basically a nicer way of saying mercenary
Native Language: English (Reading & writing)

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Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 172 lbs.
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Dark brown, deep set, and almond shaped
Hair: Short, wavy dark brown hair; Minimal facial hair
Skin Tone: Fair with coppery highlights
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Various scars across his body and a simple tattoo of the Three Harmonies Society seal on his left pectoral
Personal Style: His style is much like his personality: dark from head to toe. His color schemes of choice are typically more on the darker side of the grayscale or earth tones. Occasionally he may be seen in burgundy or dark emerald green. He is a fan of long black overcoats, basically the regency version of a trenchcoat. Of course no outfit is complete without weapons galore, and he certainly has plenty stashed all throughout his person. Example 1 Example 2 Example 3

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Psychology

Loyal * Gruff * Levelheaded * Standoffish * Quick-witted * Cunning

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single, and certainly not looking
Personality: Who is Thalken at heart? Few truly know. He’s a mystery wrapped in a rough and rougher exterior. He walks through life with this dark intensity about him. It’s disconcerting to say the least. He prefers to keep to himself, finding a relatively secluded spot where he can view the world without having to engage with it. This is fortunate indeed for he is greatly lacking in proper social skills and etiquette. He is a man of few words, but his unnerving, calculative stare and brazen scowl speak volumes. What words he does speak typically have a harsh bluntness to them. These attributes alone can land him into trouble. Generally speaking, he does not intentionally start a fight, but he sure as hell will finish it. The weird thing about him, other than the obvious, is that it is hard to evoke emotions from him other than his usual cold exterior. He is not particularly impulsive and instead takes a more calculated approach to things. He also does not falter under pressure and has a quick-wit, making him a formidable adversary. He can work his way around almost any problem.

This brings up an important question. Is there more to Thalken than just his coldness? People would be shocked to learn that there is a softer side to him underneath all of those layers of rough exterior. Most just associate him with being just as ruthless as his father has been. Quite frankly, Thalken couldn’t give a crap what others thought of him, but the truth of the matter is that he is not like his father. He does not live his life merely for his own gain. Granted, he does look at the world through a cynical eye, but he honestly does care about the lives he could potentially destroy. He does not hunt for sport but would rather have a justifiable reason for it. He wants to protect rather than destroy. But it seems that life isn’t always that simple. Ultimately, it is hard to gain his trust and loyalty, but once you do it is hard to lose.

Habits:

• Unabashedly staring and scowling at people, either intentionally or unintentionally
• Finding a good vantage point wherever he goes

Hobbies:

• Hunting (Animals, Soulless, maybe a person or two)
• Climbing

Fears:

• Killing an innocent person
• Something happening to his twin sister Thalcona
• Fire

Likes:

• Seclusion
• Staying active
• Being challenged
• Forests
• Weaponry
• Freedom
• Resistance

Dislikes:

• Perky people
• Court etiquette
• Large crowds
• Social gatherings
• Tyranny
• Loud noises
• Ignorance
• Senseless killing

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Deception
• Dueling
• Intelligence gathering
• Negotiations
• Forgery
• Knives (Throwing/stabbing)
• City knowledge (London)
• Swimming
• Pistols
• Bribing
• Lock picking
• Breaking and entering

Trained Skills:

• Cantonese language
• Desinmon - Art of wielding various styles of Chinese swords
• Fu Mei - Neutral style martial arts that focuses on speed and turning an opponents moves against them
• Chuan Quan - Similar to a one inch punch technique, martial art form that focuses on small movements for massive impact; specifically bone shattering techniques in close quarter combat.
• Nan Pao - Southern Style Martial Art that focuses on strong stances, powerful waist along with quick strong forearm and hand movements.
• Jow Ping Lin - Qi related Martial Art that focuses on Strikes that transcend the body but strike the Pnuema.

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Patterned grey/black shirt and simple white cravat paired with black trousers, tailcoat, boots, and long overcoat
• Dao - Chinese style sabre used for slashing attacks
• Sheath for sword attached to belt
• Single shot pistol
• 3 throwing knives
• Sheath for knives attached to left thigh
• Pocket telescope
• Pocket watch
• Wallet - id, keys, cash
• Lock pick set

Residence:

• Assorted clothing - Example 1 Example 2 Example 3
• Safe - Blood money, business documents, & Three Harmonies Society related documents
• Baker flintlock rifle
• 50 rounds of ammunition
• Map of London
• Chinese dagger
• Blade sharpener
• Writing materials
• Chinese manuscripts
• Extra throwing knives
• Stout male English Mastiff named Hades

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History

Family History: The Talink family has not always had the title they do now, but it was hard earned over many generations of service to the British crown. In the early 18th century, with Britain’s need for soldiers, the Hessians, German mercenaries contracted for service under the crown of the British Empire, came about. The Talink family was one of thousands of Hessians serving in various conflicts throughout Europe and America. However, Hessians are most commonly known for their service in the American Revolutionary War fighting against the Patriots. It became a tradition so to speak for Talink men to join the Hessians for the sake of the honor and monetary gain to be had when one returned home to Germany. But in more recent generations, this has since morphed into something more—unethical.

The Talink family became mercenaries in the more traditional connotation of the word, a bounty hunter if you will. It was a somewhat slow progression, each generation becoming a bit harsher than those prior. Over time they aided more and more in the atrocities committed under the British crown. They took part in the press-ganging of men into Hessian service. They took part in the beating and executions of deserters. Eventually it climaxed into assassinating enemies of the crown and collecting the bounty on the men’s heads. They did all of this for the sake of private gain and to get them by in life, all in the guise of service to the British crown. Along the way, the Talink family lost the loyalties they once had. They were blinded by their newly gained title and money and selfishly desired more and more. Eventually they took on more criminal endeavors, jobs that were not sanctioned by the British crown.

The present day Talink Estate was established by Thalken’s grandfather Leopold and passed on to his three sons: Thalken’s father Beowulf and uncles Lycus and Arend. The estate is in an advantageous position near the London Docks. This has ultimately promoted and aided the nefarious intentions this family cannot seem to shake.

Your personal life: Thalken and his twin sister Thalcona were born on a cold March night in 1800 London, England. They were born into a dark lifestyle that was destined for tragedy, and for many years, Thalken embraced the darkness wholeheartedly. In their younger years, he and his sister spent more time with their mother Anne, while their father and uncles were out doing God knows what for money. Anne tried to shield them from the violence and develop them into people of good character. She started their education at a young age, finding a private tutor to teach them up until the time they would be sent away for more formal training. Ultimately, their mother did more good in their lives than they could ever say of their father.

At the age of 8, they were quickly thrusted into a world that their mother had tried so hard to shield them from, as their father pursued a working relationship with the Three Harmonies Society, a transnational organized crime syndicate. The entrance fee so to speak was for Thalken and Thalcona to train under the Three Harmonies Society for 10 years and for the Talink family to swear allegiance to them. Their father quickly accepted the terms, and his children were shipped off to China for intensive physical and mental training. As they got older, they were exposed more and more to the criminal activities of the Three Harmonies Society. Brutality, violence, and manipulation became their new norm. Over the course of their training, they would see their father once or twice a year as he checked up on their progress and did work for the Three Harmonies Society on the Chinese mainland.

Fast forward this to the fall of 1818, 5 months away from Thalken and Thalcona’s 18th birthday and the completion of their training. Tragedy struck the Talink family with the murder of their mother Anne. This single event forever changed Thalken’s outlook on life. He had always been gruff in manner, but he became darker and more standoffish after his mother was murdered in cold blood. He solely blamed his father for what had happened and grew increasingly resentful of him. Thalken saw the fragility of life and began to cherish it more. He knew his new way of thinking would be seen as weakness to those around him, so he shut most people out. At times, he even shut out his own twin sister.

Thalken left China before fully completing his training to “help” his father on the job. Truthfully, he wanted to keep an eye on his father so he could minimize the suffering the man causes to innocents. His sister Thalcona stayed behind in China to finish her training and returned to London shortly after her 18th birthday. They continued in their family’s line of mercenary work as it was all they knew; however, Thalken tried to find jobs that did not include killing people, if at all possible. As the Soulless threat increased, jobs hunting Soulless became all the more prevalent for Thalken.

What you want for your life: What does Thalken want in life? Well, there is not much he aspires to in life as he focuses more on the here and the now. However, there are a few things he would be glad to see occur in his lifetime. For one, he would like his mother’s killer to be brought to justice. Secondly, the more outlandish aspiration of his is to bring the Talink family out of the darkness they reside in and onto a less destructive path. He wants his family to be protectors of humanity rather than destroyers of it. But let’s get real, that probably won’t happen any time soon.

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Extras

Character Quote(s):
“Sometimes I aim to please, but mostly I just shoot to kill.”
“It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man.”
“The only way to survive in this world is to be strong.”
“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
“Resistance—because if we fight we might lose but if we don’t fight we’ve already lost.”

Theme Song: "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes (Glitch Mob Remix)


Anything Else:

Inspiration for my character

• Faceclaim - Theo James
• Color code - Dark Olive Green #556B2F
• Header text - Colchester font, 60 pt.
• Favorite undead - Ryne/Vampire
• When Royalty Collides

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Thalken's Relations

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The Notebook

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Thalken Talink

"Sometimes I aim to please, but mostly I just shoot to kill."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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❦ ❤ Thalcona Talink ❤ ❦
"She is my best friend, if not my only friend."

Thalken and his twin sister Thalcona grew up being practically inseparable. Where one went the other was sure to follow. They spent countless hours together, confiding in each other, getting into trouble together, and training together. Ultimately, he always saw her as an equal. He didn't her ability to protect herself, but of course he still worried about her wellbeing, as any good brother would. However, when their mother was murdered he began to shut her out, even left China without her. He went into a dark place, one in which he still resides in. Yet she always had this uncanny way of bringing the good out of him. And for that he was truly grateful.

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❦ ☢ Beowulf Talink ☢ ❦
"One day he will pay the price of his actions."

In Thalken's younger years, his father wasn't that much a part of his life. What little time they did spend together was toxic, something Thalken didn't realize until his mother was murdered. He used to look up to his father, but now he only harbors resentment. He blames his father's selfishness and greed as the cause of his mother's death, and he reevaluated the direction his life was headed. Thalken realized that the path his father had laid out for him was headed straight for the grave. Now he tries to minimize the damage his father does and turn his life in a more positive direction. Unfortunately, old habits die hard.

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❦ ❤ Anne Talink ❤ ❦
"She raised me to be better than what I have become."

Thalken's relationship with his mother was always much different from his relationship with his father. His father tried to push him to become a better warrior, while his mother tried to push him to become a better person. She was strong but also kind and compassionate. She tried to shield her children from the violence, and she didn't approve of her father's descent into more criminal endeavors. She certainly could have done more to stop her husband, but Thalken never doubted her love for her children. He loved her with all his heart, and her murder sent him into a downward spiral.

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❦ ☢ Lycus Talink ☢ ❦
"He's just as bad as my father."

Thalken's uncle Lycus might as well be another version of his father. He's just as selfish, just as greedy, and just as dark. The two brothers frequently "hunt" together and take turns going out of the country on missions for the Three Harmonies Society. Thalken certainly keeps on eye on him. Unfortunately, his uncle seems to be more perceptive than his father.

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❦ ☯ Arend Talink ☯ ❦
"I don't hate him, but I also don't love him."

Thalken's uncle Arend isn't nearly as bad as his other two brothers Beowulf and Lycus. He can actually be enjoyable company, considering his more humorous nature. However, Thalken doesn't doubt the man's ability to leave destruction in his wake, so he tries not to let his guard down when around the man.

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☯ Virginia Crypt ☯
"I've never met her, but I've heard of her family. They're peculiar."

Thalken has heard plenty of strange things in the rumor mill about the Crypt family. Many seem to be wary of the family, but he doesn't buy into the hype. As far as he is concerned, they are just another criminal family like his own. After all, they have contracted the Talink family to take out some hits for them. As it stands, Thalken's already got enough problems to deal with to waste his time dealing with the Crypt family.

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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Leaving Hyde Park

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Fyror kept a watchful eye on the advancing fog as he and his brother Leon followed the woman to the nearest exit. His hand was instinctively rested on the hilt of his sword, not that it would do much good if the Cargast did come for them. From his limited knowledge of this type of Soulless, he knew that it could only be truly killed by capturing the mist in a Pentatone Box and then undergoing the purification process. Unfortunately, it wasn’t his area of expertise as his training in Japan focused on the areas of strength and speed based fighting for defeating Ryne and Hraew. At this very moment, he regretted not pursuing further training. He hated feeling useless to help someone.

The fog suddenly stopped advancing and tore off in the opposite direction where it vanished under a bridge and into the mist above the water. It gave Fyror little relief as he had a nagging feeling that there would be more Soulless to deal with this day. The air was filled with the sounds of people screaming as they scattered away from the scene, and in the middle of Hyde Park laid the lifeless body of the Cargast’s victim. He felt a pang of sadness knowing what the poor girl had gone through, and after 72 hours she would change into a Soulless Cargast. Her fate was to become an abomination to the living.

Fyror, Leon, and the woman soon arrived at the closest exit from Hyde Park. Fyror continued to scan their surroundings for any new threats while he listened to what the woman had to say. He nodded his head in acknowledgement to her statement that she would go to a nearby church to receive aid for dealing with the Cargast. It seemed to be a logical place to go to. Though she said it was nearby, he was hesitant about letting her travel alone considering there was a possibility that there were more Soulless out there. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something happened to her because he wasn’t there to help protect her. However, his mind also went to his mother and sister who he had left in a nearby inn. They were probably worried sick, and he would hate for them to risk stepping outside into all of this madness. Perhaps he could send Leon. Though he didn’t have nearly the same amount of training as Fyror, it was a better option than his mother and sister having no one to keep them safe.

Fyror couldn’t help but glance over at the woman when he heard the note of happiness in her voice at her realization that he had given her his name. He gave her a small smile when she told him her name: Jeanette Crane. She was evidently eager to get going, and Fyror couldn’t blame her. He turned to Leon and quickly spoke to him, “Leon, I need you to go back to the inn and make sure our mother and sister stay there. I can’t leave Jeanette to travel alone. Keep our family safe while I am gone.” Fyror left Leon little time to object as he took off after Jeanette. He prayed that his family would be safe through all of this. London clearly wasn’t as safe as people would like to think it was.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Hyde Park

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Fyror for the most part tuned out the ramblings of those around him, instead focusing his attention on the woman before him. He was honestly surprised by her bold compliment. He was not accustomed to being complimented by a woman, certainly not for his appearance of all things. A small genuine smile brightened his features as he continued to listen intently to what she had to say.

He nodded his head as she made a good point. He found that he greatly admired her confidence. She knew that others thought ill of her and yet she stayed true to herself and lived with no regrets. He would always do what he felt was right and honorable; however, in the process, he let people’s opinions pierce him, and he carried the weight of that pain with him. He often catches himself in this trap. “Wise words, miss,” he replied earnestly. “My name is Fyror Kildragon, by the way, and this is my younger brother—”

Fyror’s voice was abruptly cut off by a piercing scream. His hand flew instinctively to the hilt of his sword as he spun on his heels to face the direction that the sound had come from. His heart lurched in his chest when his eyes landed on the source: a girl with fear etched on her face as a dark fog consumed her. Cargast. He knew there was nothing that could be done for the girl when she crumpled to the ground. He flexed his hand where it now rested on the pommel of his sword, and his eyes scanned the now freaked out crowds. His heart was torn by the knowledge that he couldn’t protect these people from this threat. Cargast just weren’t his area of expertise.

As the fog began to fan out across Hyde Park, he was spurred into action. “Leon, keep your eyes on the west and south. I’ll take the north and east. There could be more Soulless nearby,” he ordered, instantaneously going into officer mode. “Lead the way, miss.”

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Oh snap @Lady Luck is here. We're doomed now! XD

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkeeAlso we seem to be at a little bit of a pickle here. We cannot really beat hte hell out of the ghostly annoyance... This will be tricky!

@rivaan

Maybe we should just go with Plan B. RUN!
Lol.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea



Everything suddenly got intense....I LOVE IT!!!

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea

Guess what? I just watched Pride and Prejudice and Zombies! I thought it was really cool! :3

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Hyde Park

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Fyror noted that the woman before him had a nice smile and a relaxed demeanor. She seemed a bit flustered by him talking to her, leading him to believe she either was uncomfortable with him specifically or she was unaccustomed to a man speaking to her. Nonetheless, she continued to smile, and he gladly returned it with a kind smile of his own.

His brows drew together slightly at her question, unintentionally making his features look harsher. “Do I need a reason to treat a lady with respect?” he replied as more of a statement than a question.

When the woman seemed to study his features, he felt more self-conscious than ever. Surprisingly though, she did not seem detracted by his scar and messed up eye. He cannot remember the last time a woman, particularly an attractive one, took a good look at him. He fought the desire to bashfully look away as she studied him and instead maintained eye contact with her.

It felt like a long time before she spoke again when in actuality it had been but a few moments. The corners of his lips pulled down in a slight frown at her statement. He was truthfully saddened that she was so frequently ignored by people. “That is unfortunate. However, I am not from around this area,” he stated. “Many of the people around here seem to think that one’s outward appearance is a true representation of that individual’s nature, but I have found that to be often times false. I suppose all we can really do is stay true to who we are and prove them wrong.”

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park --> Hyde Park

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After spending two days traveling by carriage from Colchester to London, Fyror and his brother Leon were both restless. Instead of staying inside, they opted to go for a stroll in Hyde Park. They left their rooms on the third floor and briskly descended several flights of stairs down to the ground floor. They tipped their hats in a simple greeting to those they passed by.

It felt a bit muggy when they stepped outside. Slivers of light peeked through the clouds in the sky, and the weather hinted at the possibility of rain. Nevertheless, Fyror happily breathed in the fresh air, feeling more relaxed by it.

Fyror and Leon took in their surroundings as they walked at a leisurely pace from the inn to Hyde Park. The number of people steadily increased the closer they got to their destination. Snippets of conservations could be heard as people passed them by. To Fyror’s displeasure, gossip seemed to be rampant in these parts. He was not fond of such talk and refused to be a part of it as he himself had often been the topic of people’s criticism. He knew how it felt, how it etched away parts of yourself, and he certainly would not wish that upon anyone.

Dressed as they were in their infantry uniforms, Fyror and Leon garnered a fair amount of attention. Several women walking with their escorts glanced in the men’s direction. One woman in particular caught Fyror’s eye as she smiled over at him. Just as he tipped his hat in greeting, he saw her smile quickly fade and a look of disgust cross her delicate features. Fyror quickly looked away and tried his best to mask the hurt from his expression. This was his life as he knew it. Hope would flare up in him just to be quickly dashed. It was easier to just believe that no woman would ever want him and instead focus his attentions on his work.

It did not take long for them to arrive at Hyde Park. As they walked, more gossip and snickering reached Fyror’s well attuned ears. His gaze took in his surroundings and soon found the subject of everyone’s berating, a woman wearing men’s clothes. In the moment, her attire mattered little to him as his protective nature flared up. His jaw clenched angrily as people indiscreetly mocked her. Why did people find enjoyment at the expense of others?!

When Fyror heard his brother Leon snicker the slightest, he quickly shot him a warning glare that told him he better shut up or else. Fyror’s gaze softened when he met the woman’s gaze. “Good day, miss,” he greeted her politely when they crossed paths. He gave her a kind smile, not caring what others thought of him. If he could brighten her day even the slightest, he would be thoroughly pleased.