Name: Corack
Age: 300’s
Archon Power: Gravity
Archon Weapon: [url=http://zelda.com/twilight-princess-hd/assets/img/map/tools-gale-boomerang.png]Praesidium[/url], a large boomerang with the power to create torrential currents
Additional Equipment: [url=http://www.woodus.com/den/gallery/graphics/dw7psx/weapon/flame_boomerang.png]Damnum[/url], a large boomerang made of monster bones. [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/1/11/Boomerang_FFIII_Art.png/revision/latest?cb=20120825074122]Several smaller boomerangs[/url]
Appearance: Roughly 6’, smooth glossy skin. Deeper voice.[hider=Corack][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CeYWsY9XIAA1_Cq.jpg[/img][/hider]Personality: Literal. Has trouble grasping language. Direct, cares only for the mission. 

Location: Island of Guyls, Northern Kepirst Rain Forest, Tajix Tribe

“Nobody talk here, except me. Privilege to even show this place, you know that? Tajix follows ancient religion where bound to silence, among other stranges. Corack special though. I chosen. Chosen as fighter for Tajix, speak for Tajix too. This ways, I show you temple, make more sense.”

“The temple made of tree from forest. Not this forest. From South Guyls, in Nuth. Nuth holy, forbidden to tread. Temple built long ago, before we knew curse. Look at walls, carvings tell stories, books tell better though. Come, I read you one.”

“Story have better speak than me, you enjoy more…”

[i]This is the story of the Tajix tribe. It’s not a beautiful one. In fact, it’s not even a very long one. We are a war torn tribe, but as all tribes in this world, we weren’t always that way. The tribes of Nuth, Kepirst, and Kinabalu lived in harmony. A rock fell from the sky, as if the gods got bored of our pacifist nature. It destroyed Kinabalu, ripping a hole through the world and leaving nothing but an ashen wasteland behind. Kinabalu’s survivors were jaded. While some seeked refuge, a great many more took up arms against Nuth and Kepirst’s tribes. The survivors invading Nuth did not get far, for Nuth had, unbeknownst to everyone, been blessed (or cursed, depending on how you see it), poisoning anyone who dared to defile its forests. Kepirst was not so fortunate. If not for our temple still holding some of the divine attributes of Nuth’s woods, we would have met the same fate as the others: a tyranny headed by the elite of fighting rings in Kinabalu. Our elders swore to silence in reverence for the power that kept them safe. The entire tribe followed suit, myself included. The elders prevented one tadpole from taking the oath though. We needed someone to speak for us, perhaps to fight for us. Someone who was not bound to this deity like the rest of us are now. That was 300 years ago. Corack has become a formidable fighter and spokesperson. 

Grolk, Keeper of Tajix, Year 300 After Impact[/i]