Caladon, posee una altura de 9 metros, un verdadero cazador que prospera en comunión con la naturaleza, encontrando sustento directamente de la tierra misma. Tendrils etéreos fluyen a través de la mayoría de su cuerpo, una manifestación de su afinidad con el mundo indómito. Se deleita en la libertad desenfrenada que su estilo de vida le brinda.
Su semblante refleja los matices de un atardecer, con tonalidades de rosa y turquesa adornando su sien. Su mirada lleva el peso de horizontes distantes, un anhelo eterno por territorios inexplorados. Su cabello danza al viento, entrelazándose con hojas para formar nuevas creaciones que son liberadas en el bosque, un testimonio viviente de su vínculo con el reino natural.
Su atuendo parece desafiar la gravedad, suspendido como en un estado perpetuo de movimiento etéreo. Una conexión profunda con los animales es evidente en sus ojos, un lenguaje silencioso que habla de secretos compartidos y unidad. El telón de fondo que lo rodea transita desde un suave blanco luminoso hasta las tranquilas profundidades del turquesa, reflejando la pasión que arde en su alma.
De sus orejas cuelgan dos delicados zarcillos de zarza, convertidos en elegantes pendientes. El corazón de Caladon late al ritmo de la naturaleza salvaje, y su amor es tan infinito como el cielo abierto. En "Forza," él se erige como testamento del espíritu salvaje que recorre las venas de esta sociedad única, un cazador que camina la línea entre el hombre y la naturaleza con gracia y reverencia.
Caladon, stands tall at 9 meters, a true hunter who thrives in communion with nature, finding sustenance from the land itself. Ethereal tendrils flow through the majority of his body, a manifestation of his affinity with the untamed world. He revels in the unbridled freedom that his way of life affords him.
His countenance reflects the hues of a sunset, with shades of rose and turquoise adorning his temple. His gaze carries the weight of distant horizons, an eternal longing for uncharted territories. His hair dances upon the wind, intertwining with leaves to form new creations that are set free into the forest, a living testament to his bond with the natural realm.
His attire seems to defy gravity, suspended as if in a perpetual state of ethereal motion. A profound connection to animals is evident in his eyes, a silent language that speaks of shared secrets and unity. The backdrop that surrounds him transitions from a gentle luminous white to the tranquil depths of turquoise, mirroring the passion that burns within his soul.
From his ears hang two delicate bramble tendrils, fashioned into elegant earrings. Caladon's heart beats in rhythm with the wilderness, and his love is as boundless as the open sky. In "Forza," he stands as a testament to the wild spirit that courses through the veins of this unique society, a hunter who treads the line between man and nature with grace and reverence.
"... are you sure you want do to do this, Susie?"
She'd made her mind up. After travelling back to Caladon on a mission with Quercus, Goldenglow knew she couldn't let these feelings stay unresolved any longer.
Every time she'd thought about going back to the city, the abandoned towers, viewable from anywhere within the city, the place where Haze saved her from herself, had haunted her.
She walked up the stairs, mind resolute, and after travelling a couple of stories up, she found a window. It wasn't the same location she'd been in last, but outside the square-shaped hole, the view of Caladon below was identical.
It was the city that had wanted her dead. From this distance, the buildings below seemed hazy and blurry to her, a world's length away from the crumbling foundation on the inside of the abandoned tower.
She shuffled onto the frame of the window, carefully holding onto the side as she sat in the frame. Heights still made her nauseous. Wind pushed against her body, the only barrier between the inside of the tower and the ground below.
Looking down at Caladon, she could only think of how lucky she was that Haze was there that day. How lucky she was that Rhodes had given her a chance that so many Infected couldn't get. She could only think of the other people that had climbed this tower, hopeless, to die.
She let her leg hang over the precipice of the windowsill. She was unsteady. The wind blew strong against her.
She breathed in. It would be so easy to fall off now.
But still, she rested in the windowsill. She would never make that choice again.
Soon after, she returned to the bottom of the tower, marks of tears running down her face, Grani, Quercus, and Haze waiting for her. The Kuranta ran up and squeezed her tightly, the shorter Feline followed after, and Quercus walked up to warmly rub the top of her head, smoothing some frizzy, electrified hairs.
Susie, still choked up, couldn't say anything. But she was so grateful.
I joke about Susie frying Count Bishmer alive but I really do like how they had Quercus stop Susie from killing someone in a moment of anger because it does show that even if you absolutely hate the person and are every bit justified in your anger, it's still not right to take a life for any reason, and that despite her power Susie isn't fundamentally a fighter.
During Caladon the characters around Susie are aware of her Originum Arts and are equally aware of how strong they are, but they also go out of their way to ensure that Susie is never caught in the line of fire. Quercus, Grani, Red, the bar goers, all of them are far more willing to fight for Susie than Susie is for herself, and throughout the event it does weigh on her that everyone around her keeps getting caught up in so much trouble just for her sake after her shop burned down. Obviously Susie didn't know the full scope of events going on behind the scenes, but she spent so many years learning from and making friends with all these mistreated Infected workers who weren't allowed a dream, saving up for years in order to buy the shop from Quercus and give a little back to the Infected community, all to learn that her own dream was destroyed just for money. She almost killed herself, and she learned that Count Bishmer ruined so many lives with his scheme just to make a quick buck.
Of course Susie is furious, and rightly so, and in a moment of cold, blinding anger she almost fries Count Bishmer alive. But Quercus stopped her because Susie didn't deserve to have that blood on her hands, no matter how justified it could be. She isn't a fighter, and she shouldn't have ever been forced to fight for her life the way she did.
The same anger that made her amost murder Count Bishmer is the same type of anger that Kashchey was able to manipulate into becoming the violent Reunion that destroyed Chernabog, because it was righteous at first, the anger that Reunion had at the treatment of the Infected is justified, but it was so easily manipulated into destroying itself.
Goldenglows profile constantly mentions that her Arts has the potential to make her one of the strongest casters on Terra, but that's all secondary to the fact that Susie had a dream of being a hair dresser and making the Infected feel worthwhile and presentable, because being a good fighter is not what you need to be an operator for Rhodes Island. Rhodes Island lives and dies by its creed of humanitarian goodwill, and odd-job operators like Susie aren't really uncommon, with operators like Scene and Click providing photography and journalism as contributing talent to Rhodes Island compared to the many genius doctors and pharmacists under its employ. Rhodes Islands goal as a whole isn't solely to treat Oripathy, but to ensure a better future for the Infected as a whole, regardless of wether or not the Oripathy condition is cured. And Susie said it herself, sometimes people care about their appearance and want to look presentable, and giving the simple right of presentability to the Infected is her big contribution to Rhodes Islands mission.
Rhodes Island has many Many powerful fighters and casters, but it didn't have a hairdresser before.
Specifically the idea that Susie sees Haze as someone that 'saved' her... like certainly it was a right place right time thing, but I'll bet Susie thinks so much about Hazes clumsy words in that abandoned building. Just like Haze keeps finding her mind wandering to just how far Susie carried her that night.
Anyways kinda building an obsession in Susie about wanting to show Haze the safety and happiness that Quercus helped her find when she first reached Caladon. Like as soon as they get to Rhodes and she starts rebuilding herself and her life one of the first things she starts doing is cooking for Haze, and just like being really pushy about making sure she's eating enough. Making sure she's comfortable while recovering from her Oripathy attack, that she's taking her meds...
Haze thinks it's cute if a little over bearing.... but she's already crushing hard, so having Susie paying so much attention to her is just making everything worse.
Anyways Haze knows it's over for her the first time she dreams about Susie putting cuffs on her.
Attending Doctor: Dr. Conrad Haves, awaiting transfer of care to Dr. Harrison Monroe.
Diagnosis: Mental Confusion
Symptom history: Visual and auditory hallucinations, disorganized thought/speaking patterns, delusional paranoia. Institutionalized after suffering a break from reality.
Current treatment: Chlorpromazine, 400 mg/day, showing signs of effectiveness. Pending evaluation.
Interview conducted on: 01/27/1962
Interview conducted by: Nurse Samuel Manford
S: Good morning, Jimmy.
J: Oh, Sammy! Good morning, how are you?
S: I’m good, Jimmy, I’m good. Did you sleep well?
J: Uhm…
S: Jimmy?
J: …No Sam, I didn’t. Haven’t for the last few nights, actually.
S: I’m sorry to hear that, Jimmy. Is there a specific reason?
J: …Doc, before I say anything, I promise I’ve been taking my meds, I promise. You’ve been handing them to me, you know I’m honest, right?
S: I know Jimmy, I’ve watched you take them. They’re helping, right?
J: A lot. I feel a lot more in my own head these days.
S: That’s great to hear. So, why did you need to tell me you’re taking your meds?
J: Because… Because I’ve been seeing something, these last few nights.
S: Seeing something?
J: Yeah Sammy… There’s something wandering the halls at night. You can ask around, the others have seen it too, I think. Or, at least, no one told me I was crazy when I told them. They’re usually pretty quick to tell me that if I’m seeing things again.
S: Can you tell me a bit about what you’re seeing?
J: It’s… It’s different every few nights…
S: Then why don’t you tell me about the one you most recently saw.
J: Sure… uhm… It looked like a patient, I think. I thought someone had gotten out of bed past curfew but… It wasn’t walking right. Like, it’s leg or back was broken. And it kept… wheezing. But not like when the jumpy ones do after they come down. It sounded… more. Like, there was more than one person there. Almost like a wail or… a song? I don’t know… It didn’t linger at my room much, just peered in, stared, then left. I think I saw Dr. Monroe walk past pretty soon after. Then the wheezing stopped.
S: Thank you for telling me, Jimmy. Would you mind drawing me a picture of what you saw?
J: …You don’t believe me, do you? Please don’t tell Dr. Monroe, I know he doesn’t like me… I promise I wasn’t seeing things this time, I promise!
S: I know, I know. Don’t cry. I’m going to ask around if anyone else reported anything, I promise. Until then, let’s keep this between you and me, okay?
J: You won’t tell the doc?
S: Not yet. Besides, he barely pays attention to me anyways. I doubt he’d listen even if I did tell him.
J: Okay… Thank you, Sammy. I don’t like Dr. Monroe… It feels like he’s trying to pick me apart…
S: Well, you’re showing great progress, Jimmy. If these meds keep working, you might not have to deal with Monroe for long. Won’t it be nice to be on the outside again?
J: I think so, but I’d miss you, Sammy!
S: Well, look, when you get out, come find me before you leave. We’ll arrange something. Okay?
J: Okay, doc. Thank you.
S: Anytime, Jimmy. Enjoy your morning, and be good for the nurse after me, alright?
???? i neeeed more hcs about caleb/essek taking in one of his students!!!!!!
Of course!
It takes a while for Caleb to figure out that something doesn't add up about Caladon. Their uniform is always dirty and wrinkled and they keep to themselves. Caleb starts paying a little extra attention to them and notices that they linger as long as they can at school, but they don't live in the dorms or with family off campus. Caleb isn't proud of it, but one night he follows Caladon and finds them sleeping in an alley in the Mudtop. Caleb knows far too well what it's like to have to sleep on the streets so he invites them home with him.
Of course Essek understands immediately and starts setting up the guest room for them. Caladon promises that they're only going to be staying for a few days, a week at the most. But a week comes and they don't leave, Essek and Caleb don't push. And Essek helps Cal study when they're struggling and Caleb makes them his favorite foods from home.
And they just never leave because they never make them. Eventually, the three of them make it official with adoption papers, but they were already a family. It's just formalities.
The Cepha crushed the Rukka revolt but were delayed by a damaged portal gate. Hive Master Balador and his armies, inside one hundred thousand caladons, advanced to Galaxy 12. - THE ANCIENT KING (Loyalty And Honor Book 2) - https://amzn.to/3p3Crfg
Eldorin, se erige como una figura majestuosa de 9.80 metros, representada en perfil completo. Adornado en tonos de azul y celestiales, es un devoto del aire y el agua. Su corto cabello ondea en tonos azules, danzando juguetonamente con las corrientes de su entorno. Una banda adornada con patrones en relieve de líneas geométricas adorna su frente, serpenteando por su rostro y dejando sutiles trazos rojizos a su paso.
El fondo exhala la esencia de las nubes, una tranquila extensión de tonos celestes. Desde los bordes de su cuello, pequeñas hojas emergen en tonos siena, semejantes a una bufanda protectora que cae graciosamente sobre su pecho, para finalmente transicionar en un vibrante azul turquesa. La mirada de Eldorin está dirigida hacia abajo, con los ojos pacíficamente cerrados.
Eldorin comparte un vínculo irrompible con su hermano menor, recorriendo los vastos paisajes de la Tierra en una unidad armoniosa. A menudo eligen el camino de los mares, encontrando consuelo y camaradería entre el suave vaivén de las aguas. Como guardián del reino azul, el corazón de Eldorin extiende su abrazo no solo a la humanidad, sino también a las criaturas más pequeñas de la naturaleza. Siente una candidez gentil por estos seres delicados, una profunda necesidad de salvaguardar su existencia. En su presencia, la fragilidad de la vida se encuentra con una protección y cuidado inquebrantables. El semblante de Eldorin refleja no solo las profundidades de la introspección, sino también una serena compasión que resuena con el latido del mundo natural.
En medio de sus contemplaciones solitarias y su papel como guardián del mundo natural, Eldorin ocasionalmente cruza caminos con sus compañeros de Forza. Drakon y Caladon, cada uno representando tonos únicos de existencia, comparten encuentros raros y esporádicos con el introspectivo Eldorin. Estos intercambios, fugaces pero profundos, unen los diferentes reinos del pensamiento y la emoción. En compañía de Drakon, Eldorin encuentra un aliado firme y honorable, un vínculo nutrido por el respeto mutuo y una comprensión no verbal. Con Caladon, sus interacciones están marcadas por un aprecio compartido por la libertad de la soledad y los delicados susurros del mundo natural. En estos momentos, la profunda sabiduría y la candidez gentil de Eldorin sirven como un puente, uniendo sus viajes individuales en un tapiz de experiencia compartida.
Eldorin, stands as a stately figure of 9.80 meters, depicted in full profile. Adorned in shades of blue and celestial hues, he is a devotee of air and water. His short hair ripples in shades of blue, a playful dance with the currents of his environment. A band adorned with relief patterns in geometric lines graces his forehead, meandering down his face and leaving subtle reddish traces in its wake.
The background exudes the essence of clouds, a tranquil expanse of cerulean hues. From the edges of his neckline, small foliage emerges in sienna shades, akin to a protective scarf that cascades gracefully over his chest, eventually transitioning into a vibrant turquoise blue. Eldorin's gaze is directed downward, his eyes peacefully closed.
Eldorin shares an unbreakable bond with his younger brother, traversing the Earth's vast landscapes in harmonious unity. They often choose the path of the seas, finding solace and kinship among the gentle ebb and flow of the waters. As a steward of the azure realm, Eldorin's heart extends its embrace not only to humanity but also to the smallest creatures of nature. He feels a gentle candor for these delicate beings, a profound need to safeguard their existence. In his presence, the fragility of life is met with unwavering protection and care. Eldorin's countenance reflects not only the depths of introspection but also a serene compassion that resonates with the heartbeat of the natural world.
Amid his solitary contemplations and his role as guardian of the natural world, Eldorin occasionally crosses paths with his fellow companions of Forza. Drakon and Caladon, each representing unique shades of existence, share rare and sporadic encounters with the introspective Eldorin. These exchanges, fleeting but profound, bring together the different realms of thought and emotion. In the company of Drakon, Eldorin finds a steadfast and honorable ally, a bond nurtured by mutual respect and an unspoken understanding. With Caladon, their interactions are marked by a shared appreciation for the freedom of solitude and the delicate whispers of the natural world. In these moments, Eldorin's profound wisdom and gentle candor serve as a bridge, uniting their individual journeys in a tapestry of shared experience.
I do really like Susie’s EN voice but I wonder what it would’ve been like if she’d gotten an accent…. Caladon is vaguely Scottish & she’s literally a Scottish Fold, so I think she could be really cute with a Scottish accent…
Seeing Nine and the remnants of Reunion in Caladon was great but also actually seeing the conditions of the Infected in a post-Chernabog world after Talulah's capture and how even after all of Ch1-8, Victoria and presumably most of the world just went back to doing what they were already doing to the Infected simply because the mistreatment of the Infected is so fundamentally baked into each governmental system really does make me want to rip Kashchey the deathless tapeworm out of Talulah and wring him like a towel