Teralok, the Found

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Teralok
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Teralok, the Found

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Name: Teralok
Age: ~10 years
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Varies based on mineral composition
Height: 6'7
Unique Marks: Various black markings that don't always appear in the same place.
Parents: ?
Species: Fae

Central Pillar: Fae of the Fallen Mountain
Contrast Pillar: Armed with the will to live Teralok roams the planet looking for the catalyst that closed the throat of his mountain.
Crossing Pillar: Savaj, The Collective, Zeik
Active Pillar:

Anthem

Matter Absorption- Using sound and naten material is broken down upon ingestion or enough applied contact. The material is used for its structural integrity and naten quantity. Absorption is strongest inside the body but breakdown depends on materials hardness.

Seismic Sense- Using his native tongue he can echo locate thru the densest of material with low wave vibrations that are undetectable by average human ears. These vibrations are also a direct communication with said material once naten is applied.

Level 2: Seismic language- Using naten with specific waves of sounds or more intricately, words, he commands movement in solid elements. Simple waves can transfer inertia while specific words and phrases can command transformation.

Level 2: Crystal Alphabet- After studying the resonance of crystals and different naten responses Teralok has developed a sequence of patterns that conduct specific functions when the element resonates to the pattern with naten.

Level 3: Crystal growth- By repeating a sound or phrase that resonates with an element Teralok can grow that element in a crystal structure with enough relevant material and naten.

Elemental Nature
Earth, Sound

(Bio)

A famine worsens over the land and naten has lost its abundant hue. Certain flowers have stopped blooming, the lakes glistened a little less, the blizzards blew a little colder, and the magma burned a little dimmer. In the midst of the depression there was a fae that had found consciousness at the very top of the highest mountain in a range used to be littered with golden volcano activity. His first thoughts were;
‘I need more energy’ ‘There’s not enough energy here’ Why do I need more energy’ ‘I need to move I’m going to die’ ‘Have to find more energy’ ‘What’s wrong with me…!’
The mountain shakes as a strange wind literally went down its spine. The wind stuttered down the top shaking loose boulders that went crashing past the spiraling gust, like it couldn’t leave the top.
‘More, where is it’
There was something holding it back and the top began to crumble as the wind intensified. The entire mountain shook towards the now billowing pressure cascading from the top. It didn’t want to leave… but it had to, it was suffocating slowly from heights untouched by naten.
Forward
It said, the next quake shrinking the entire length of the range and the summit popped off violently. An avalanche tumbled mercilessly down its side and any boulder that found itself perched, stuck in its momentum, was pummeled by the pressure mounted at the top.
Forward
The range itself warped in, whipping towards the crumbling peak, cracking its tallest mountain in two, the biggest half sliding into the crevices and valleys now becoming mountainsides and cliffs. The surrounding mountains continued shifting and settling, the great peak now reduced to a crumbling hillside dwarves by its brethren. The ominous pressure reduced with every pebble that came to a halt this time. The next quake however started at the farthest end of the range. Dust changed to pebbles changed to boulders flying from the mountain tops as the wave swam towards the fallen mountain. The wave detonated the hillside but the mountain didn’t move an inch. The after shock thundered the surrounding mountains into the air landing on a pressure heavier than the very ore they were made of. The dust of the mountain could be seen settling in the long ominous seconds as they began shifting through the pressure that held it so vehemently aloft. Almost blindly searching for footing over the rough terrain until arrogantly flattening the ground beneath it.
LIVE!!!
A foot formed digging into the ground, the pressure making it heavier by the second building it speck by speck until consequently another one fell. Faster and faster the mountains debris fell consecutively and the mountain range slid forward slowly over the quantifying pressure. The pressure was building, literally, a creature that could see that there was no sky above him, he was looking at the bottom of a mountain. The creature kept looking, puzzled, until the pressure brought him to his knees, found a foothold in his stomach, and finally forced its way out of his skull into the eeriest silence. His jaw closed, his hands found the ground, his fingers dug in the dirt, he could breathe again. The mountain range relaxed, relieved of its anguish, and fell on the newborn fae.

Deep in the depths of Vescrutia's crust is where the fae found himself down where countless gems would sparkle where the metals and oils of the planet coalesced. There might have been life close to this location at some point in time but it must have been long ago, the planes of its surface had folded multiple times. There was only darkness down here, there was darkness everywhere.

*Ba-thump*

*Ba-thump-ump-ump*

Suddenly a flux of the planet caused ore to go cascading into the oscillating mechanism, somehow seeming to break the crust like an egg over the now quaking being at the center of the commotion.

*Ba-kriiyyyyyyyyyck-toom*

It stirred, funneling the crust above like an infusion. Buried beneath an entire mountain range shook loose a conscious that moved thousands of tons of crystallized bedrock and swallowed half as much. A chasm had scarred the mountain above him opening up its base from which a darkness that light could not penetrate could be seen. Like a curtain it would billow at the entrance until a hand finally grasped the chasms edge. Climbing out was a boy that dragged the darkness of the depths out along with him. Like an eery wind it left the chasm clinging to the boy, allowing light to still only show so far. This was Teralok's birth, so far as he knew, and the beginning of his life on Vescrutia.

Taking in Vescrutia for the first time Teralok was overwhelmed. The starvation... He thought he could escape it... It clawed at his ears, it teared up his eyes, and walking forward he could only clench up his fists. The naten deprivation made him dizzy, so much so that he didn't know what he was looking at. The misuse of natures intentions were so audacious he squeezed his eyes shut. He was still walking. Finally the screams we're loud enough to pierce the haze of disbelief, his eyes burst open, yet darkness still clouded his perception. Through the shadows dancing across his vision he saw blood, limbs reaching but not touching, the lower frequencies of the fire started to come through... An explosion. The debris clattered against his stone hide... This, this he recognized, closing his eyes again the energy inside him fed on this nostalgia. Those brave enough to look might have seen a toothy grin after this moment, however they would not be able to warn anyone of the terror.

Shaking awake all of a sudden he was in pain everywhere. Submerged and restrained Teralok found himself, in a prison for the harshest most unreasonable criminals, drowning, or at least subjected to methods to cause such an outcome. Fortunately there were some other beings present that couldn't go along with the current situation either. It didn't last long. Once his legs were back on solid ground and he was stabilized to the current state of reality he came to some conclusions about his existence. He needed help, he found the Chaos. His darkness echoed and he found some friends. Surprisingly his darkness grew and he found some weapons. His talent for the dark arts was groomed by himself and his environment and somehow his heart warmed to the people that were involved. Last thing the metal warrior was tempering himself against was a dust giant... It wasn't going well.

Personality: With a sense of twisted innocence, Teralok looks out into the world to enhance and enjoy the natural light of the planet despite the perception of good and evil. Teralok is in constant communication with his environment and can feel what vibrations are good for the planet, and which ones aren’t.
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Zeik
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Re: Teralok, the Found

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Hey, maybe you want to fill in your central and contrast pillars? I could explain to you what they mean if you are confused. Thank you.
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I looked this over and you’re good to fly. Also you’re seven and CPS(child protective services) are looking for your parents. Lol
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