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Origin: Abnormal (Unusual Rock) Nature: Confused Size: Concerning Boundary: Frozen Mountain Ridge Nature Feature: Hydrangea Sp. Elemental: Fire |
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Ever since creation, Calcimér has had access to a fire elemental. It's one thing connecting him to the past - old memories of heat against his mind, a comforting sense that comes with it even if he can't really explain why it does that, only that it does. He remembers nothing but the sensation, the echo. And for that, he holds the elemental dear to himself.
However, to claim he has control is a far cry of a statement.
Calcimér's spirit is a strong one, an intense one. Every emotion he experiences is often one heightened and pushed to its fullest extent, whether that be confusion, happiness, anger, etc. He can't understand himself, can't parse what the echoes in his mind and the aches in his stone mean, so his body lashes out. First in his markings, then in his flames. They spark from hydrangea petals - long lost is a welcoming orange hue, and instead frigid, burning blue takes its place. It's never quite gone from sight, his mind never truly quiet, but it only burns at the height of his intensity. It sparks and lashes out, flames licking his form and those around him.
He's an unstable creature with an unstable gift. If it becomes too active, it's best to leave at all costs.
Yet still, you might find remnants of his presence if you skulk around the mountain. Areas of snow turned charred and melted, bark peeling and burned, grass turned ashen. The burns are never natural, curious shapes forming almost like runes in their wake. If you find one that still bleeds with blue embers, like petals dancing in the wind, then take it as a sign to be wary. For a still hot-wired Calcimér might be lurking in the area.
However, to claim he has control is a far cry of a statement.
Calcimér's spirit is a strong one, an intense one. Every emotion he experiences is often one heightened and pushed to its fullest extent, whether that be confusion, happiness, anger, etc. He can't understand himself, can't parse what the echoes in his mind and the aches in his stone mean, so his body lashes out. First in his markings, then in his flames. They spark from hydrangea petals - long lost is a welcoming orange hue, and instead frigid, burning blue takes its place. It's never quite gone from sight, his mind never truly quiet, but it only burns at the height of his intensity. It sparks and lashes out, flames licking his form and those around him.
He's an unstable creature with an unstable gift. If it becomes too active, it's best to leave at all costs.
Yet still, you might find remnants of his presence if you skulk around the mountain. Areas of snow turned charred and melted, bark peeling and burned, grass turned ashen. The burns are never natural, curious shapes forming almost like runes in their wake. If you find one that still bleeds with blue embers, like petals dancing in the wind, then take it as a sign to be wary. For a still hot-wired Calcimér might be lurking in the area.
Background
Confused | Esoteric | Temperamental
Despite having come from something solid and unchanging, Calcimér himself is not such a thing. At least, not to the extent his original form was.
His memory is a fickle, if entirely non-existent thing. All he can recall of his past life is 'physical sensations,' or at least what he would deem physical. He can recall the sense of rough hands holding at him, gripping at his surface, can remember the ache of something carving, cutting, making grooves. They can recall the sense of heat and warmth, can recall energy of some kind, of,,, dance? Music?
He remembers little. Very little. But what he can remember is important to him. Something he refuses to let slip through the cracks that envelop his form now, stone aged and weathered. What those memories might mean, he doesn't know, nor might he ever. As a result, curiosity and longing is hard-wired into his veins, living greedy in his chest. He hopes, he yearns, he seeks. But even if he finds answers, find his memories, Cal isn't sure he'd even be able to understand them.
As a spirit, however, Calcimér exists in a,,, curious state. Suspended, trapped within his own head and unable to understand himself, nor the world around him at times. He doesn't seem to fit inside his own skin, doesn't seem to realize the obvious that another person might themselves. It's almost akin to sleep walking, how he survives. Taking in only the things his mind deems bright, important, familiar, and the rest becoming a hazy fog that he merely needs to survive to get through. He stays when sometimes speaks to him, stands still for hours or even days like a gargoyle, frozen beneath the sun and the moon as he stares unblinking at the thing before him. And when he finally does move, it's hard to tell why. But he's gone again, and whatever memory he might've gained or familiarity he felt has either stuck, or faded, or perhaps didn't exist to begin with.
He doesn't know quite what he's searching for, only that he is searching. He doesn't know what he wants, only that he does. The frozen ridge he calls home holds many a secret, and many an answer that he simple can't find yet. But he has to, eventually. Even if he forgets for a time what it is he's seeking. Even if he doesn't know what exactly it is he craves.
But it's in this lostness that Calcimér is,,, volatile. He doesn't fit himself, doesn't understand. His mind is a hazy mess that gnaws away everything it might retain, and he is frustrated. He's exhausted. He's angry. What has he done that he's not allowed to keep? What life did he live that he doesn't even know? What has he lost to this existence that he can't even understand?
A creature who cannot control his own mind is not a safe thing to settle near. One moment is peace, and the next is overwhelmed. Every emotion is felt to the highest note, and Cal cannot stop until he gets the energy out. He can't understand what's a good response, so he has none. He only has raw, and sometimes painful truths burned into his skin, into the world around him. His energy is suffocating, and anyone who might try and communicate will need to first get through the brunt and weight that is his mind. Perhaps you might have better luck than he dos.
Calcimér is a spirit of little renown, and fewer understandings. Unnerving as a presence, with an aura too big for his skin, but a mind that is focused despite its shattered and fogged state. Other spirits are more than welcome to follow him, but considering his unpredictable emotions at times and worrying elemental? Perhaps you'd be better off staying clear instead.
Despite having come from something solid and unchanging, Calcimér himself is not such a thing. At least, not to the extent his original form was.
His memory is a fickle, if entirely non-existent thing. All he can recall of his past life is 'physical sensations,' or at least what he would deem physical. He can recall the sense of rough hands holding at him, gripping at his surface, can remember the ache of something carving, cutting, making grooves. They can recall the sense of heat and warmth, can recall energy of some kind, of,,, dance? Music?
He remembers little. Very little. But what he can remember is important to him. Something he refuses to let slip through the cracks that envelop his form now, stone aged and weathered. What those memories might mean, he doesn't know, nor might he ever. As a result, curiosity and longing is hard-wired into his veins, living greedy in his chest. He hopes, he yearns, he seeks. But even if he finds answers, find his memories, Cal isn't sure he'd even be able to understand them.
As a spirit, however, Calcimér exists in a,,, curious state. Suspended, trapped within his own head and unable to understand himself, nor the world around him at times. He doesn't seem to fit inside his own skin, doesn't seem to realize the obvious that another person might themselves. It's almost akin to sleep walking, how he survives. Taking in only the things his mind deems bright, important, familiar, and the rest becoming a hazy fog that he merely needs to survive to get through. He stays when sometimes speaks to him, stands still for hours or even days like a gargoyle, frozen beneath the sun and the moon as he stares unblinking at the thing before him. And when he finally does move, it's hard to tell why. But he's gone again, and whatever memory he might've gained or familiarity he felt has either stuck, or faded, or perhaps didn't exist to begin with.
He doesn't know quite what he's searching for, only that he is searching. He doesn't know what he wants, only that he does. The frozen ridge he calls home holds many a secret, and many an answer that he simple can't find yet. But he has to, eventually. Even if he forgets for a time what it is he's seeking. Even if he doesn't know what exactly it is he craves.
But it's in this lostness that Calcimér is,,, volatile. He doesn't fit himself, doesn't understand. His mind is a hazy mess that gnaws away everything it might retain, and he is frustrated. He's exhausted. He's angry. What has he done that he's not allowed to keep? What life did he live that he doesn't even know? What has he lost to this existence that he can't even understand?
A creature who cannot control his own mind is not a safe thing to settle near. One moment is peace, and the next is overwhelmed. Every emotion is felt to the highest note, and Cal cannot stop until he gets the energy out. He can't understand what's a good response, so he has none. He only has raw, and sometimes painful truths burned into his skin, into the world around him. His energy is suffocating, and anyone who might try and communicate will need to first get through the brunt and weight that is his mind. Perhaps you might have better luck than he dos.
Calcimér is a spirit of little renown, and fewer understandings. Unnerving as a presence, with an aura too big for his skin, but a mind that is focused despite its shattered and fogged state. Other spirits are more than welcome to follow him, but considering his unpredictable emotions at times and worrying elemental? Perhaps you'd be better off staying clear instead.
BoundaryHidden high in the clouds and away from many prying eyes, Calcimér makes his home kindly within a frozen mountain ridge. It sees snow more often than not, with peaks so high the air drags thin and sharp in the throat, and it shouldn't be surprising that with snow - powdery or heavy - comes heavy ice as well. Slick grounds are not strange to this place, and those few who call it home are made to live with it, and bad weather is a damning thing with the risk of snowslides and burial.
The ridge itself is steep and jagged at times, with soft areas of leveling ground that seem decorated with old human remnants, but Cal doesn't actually visit the tip of it often. For at the base a valley lies, still cold with snow but thick with a fog blanket more often than not, and it makes a nice home all things considered. Small lakes litter the place, decent collections of dense trees and plants scattered to provide homes for animals and small souls. Any chance of summer weather is abysmal should you seek proper heat, and winters are dark, long, and gnawing whether on the ridge or deep in the valley. It is, in all regards, a place unfit for the weak bodied. Surprisingly enough, however, even with his rather odd nature, Calcimér does have a preferred place of rest within his 'boundary' lines. It rests in the valley, hidden within one of the thick bits of trees where they grow sparser at the center. A small clearing, a mixture of cared for and ruined by the elements, and there lies an ancient ritual spot. The spirit doesn't quite know what they were practicing here, but what he does know is that once upon a time he belonged here. Stones are scattered in a curious pattern, a large unusual one used as the centerpiece - the 'altar' if you will - and Cal,,, spends much of his time here. His mind quiets almost when alone in this place. He hopes that, eventually, he may be able to understand exactly what the strange writings mean. |
An Esk He Created
He can't say he remembers her, but this,,, stranger keeps following him. A girl, ferret looking. She speaks with a harsh tone as much as she does gentle, her eyes burning into his soul.
He doesn't,,, know who she is, most days. But she's patient with him. Far more than he perhaps deserves. She explains who she is over and over, yet he cannot recall her even now. Her name slips through the cracks, and when he comes to she's always there. Watching, never leaving his side. Fading into the background, and sticking out so pointedly all at once.
She confuses him.
Why would anyone stay with him?
Especially after he nearly burned up her soul.
Hah. Of all things, that is what he remembers.
It still weighs heavy, flickering in his chest and mind, leaving the sight of her something warm and scary. But he doesn't know why he did it. Why he nearly burned her. Why? Why?
He can't say he remembers her, but this,,, stranger keeps following him. A girl, ferret looking. She speaks with a harsh tone as much as she does gentle, her eyes burning into his soul.
He doesn't,,, know who she is, most days. But she's patient with him. Far more than he perhaps deserves. She explains who she is over and over, yet he cannot recall her even now. Her name slips through the cracks, and when he comes to she's always there. Watching, never leaving his side. Fading into the background, and sticking out so pointedly all at once.
She confuses him.
Why would anyone stay with him?
Especially after he nearly burned up her soul.
Hah. Of all things, that is what he remembers.
It still weighs heavy, flickering in his chest and mind, leaving the sight of her something warm and scary. But he doesn't know why he did it. Why he nearly burned her. Why? Why?
Character Details and Notes
- Calcimér's vibration or voice is an incredibly strange one, often without an actual voice at all. Due to his aura being something most can't handle, his voice only adds to the confusion. Hums and clicks, stones striking against one another, wood crackling as it's burned or snapped. The whistles of men and women, calls for cows and caws of crows, wooden chimes battering together in the wind. It's rare that he says anything akin to proper words, and the ones that are spoken are difficult to parse as is. Loosely strewn together syllables that mean basically nothing, a barrage of potential phrases that melt into one and end in violent shaking sounds. There's no right way really to understand him, and most people can't. But with time, one could perhaps learn.
- His size is around that of a large bear, but his aura is what makes him 'concerning'. With energy so volatile and larger than life at times, it can be difficult for others to actually settle around and in his presence without feeling suffocated unless he's entirely calmed.
- The black markings on his body shift constantly, always in tune with his emotions and acting as a method for his mind to speak where he cannot. If small and less covering, it's safe to assume he's fairly calm or settled. But the more of him that is covered, they'll become erratic and mangled. Swirling shapes almost like butterfly patterns grow and get marred, veins stretching outwards and tightening around him like thorns. He isn't safe when they become like that, and is liable to have his flames start acting up if he doesn't settle soon.
- Calcimér's hydrangeas always have a faint blue glow to them, regardless of how active his elemental is. The cracks on his chest and in his stonework sometimes shimmer as well, however faintly.
- Though he has no designated room within the Conservatory, he is incredibly fond of it. Cal feels drawn to the strange place, in ways he can't truly grasp other than a blinding need to go. Seek. Find. Alone or not, he cares little, only that he's there when the urge comes and takes hold. As such, it isn't unlikely you'd find him wandering around some quaint forest area shrouded with whistling stones - or perhaps within a temple before some makeshift alter instead, his own energy intermingling with the place and leaving it ever warmer.
- As a creator, Calcimér is of no proper fit. Creating Esk out of only confusion or emotional outbursts, he is an unreliable mentor at best and their near demise at worst. He is unpredictable, barely functional, and his aura alone could cause a headache in even the most strong willed. However, there is always a chance one could withstand such energy, and might choose to follow him. If you do, you won't be denied. In fact, you'd be more likely to be forgotten, a stranger over child. He would not remember you - not your name, nor your face. But you are welcome to try and get him to do so.
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