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Solitude the Wintersong
Honed_688
Legacy Name: Honed_688
The
Glacier KumosOwner:
PrincelyAge: 17 years, 6 months, 4 days
Born: November 16th, 2006
Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: March 24th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 106
- Strength: 109
- Defense: 107
- Speed: 107
- Health: 107
- HP: 107/107
- Intelligence: 120
- Books Read: 120
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Stock Worker
The Beginning;
My Sire and his genteel Lady bestowed upon my mortal flesh a name, and that name came to be spoken as thus;
Noh-mee-nuh-heir-oo.
'No', in Japanese, means nothing on its own, but connects words together.
'Min', in Korean, means 'To Become'.
'Heru', in the Ancient Egyptian dialect, means 'Distant One', or 'Far Away'.
With the mixed tongue, the loose translation is 'To Become an Untouchable'.
"When not given a choice, do you run or do you become the best?"
Year Fifteen in Solitude
In allies, I command respect.
In foes, I command hate.
In the idle ears and whispered tones, I command fear.
That is what I become when I leave the comforting ice-peak that is also my prison. A terrifying sight to behold in white, silver, and glacier blue. Something untouchable, only seen from a distance; until the serpent-metal of mine crosses yours in the turmoil and greed created by the Crowns.
Sometimes, I am your ally. Sometimes, I am your foe. At all times, I am your enemy. Like the mountains, I am cold, unmoving, and unforgiving. I have trained my heart to seize any emotion and tear it from my body since I was forced to follow the destiny-name at the age Four. After ten unending winters atop the ends of the earth in solitary drill and warm-ups, I was 'free'.
Free to practice on other mortals bent on protecting their liege-lord's lands and honor. To cross blades with those bent on murder and mayhem, or those promoting peace through combat. I am neither of those. I am a neutrality in war, a blank space in chaos. I fight only because of my name. Because I despise raising my blade, and cleansing my soul of gore. Because I did not choose my path. No, I fight to sate the hunger that is my heritage. To claw for the top or die trying so I can be truly free. To feel the embrace of nothingness, or wind that does not continuously berate my mortal shell of being a rusted-blade.
My path knows that my freedom will never be granted. I know that myself. But I can dream of freedom from the blade, can I not?
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Pet Treasure
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