✧ ˚ · . the continent welcomes KAZAKIR EHEKATL of ADRIATA, the NAVAL COMMANDER of THE SUMMER COURT. when the HIGH FAE is glamoured, he bears a resemblance to TENOCH HUERTA. the 40 / 712 year old CISGENDER MALE is reputed to be PERSONABLE and INCISIVE, but a decade of war has left them CALCULATING and TEMPESTUOUS . if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of THE LOW HUM OF A MOURNING SEASONG, THE PRESSURE OF THE SEA AGAINST ONE’S THROAT, THE DISSONANCE BETWEEN SOFT EYES AND BLOODIED HANDS. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE SUMMER COURT, where they conspire to PREVENT MORE LOSSES THROUGH WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY.
BASICS .
full name. kazakir ehekatl.
age. forty. / seven hundred and twelve years old.
hometown. adriata.
current location. summer court.
status. unmated.
orientation. pansexual/panromantic.
siblings. two younger siblings. WC.
languages spoken. the common tongue .
allegiance. the summer court.
APPEARANCE .
hair color. black.
eye color. dark grey.
height. 5'11 | 180 cm .
scars. scars on shoulders, two parallel scars that trace along his right cheekbone and go into his hairline.
style. teals, greens, whites, golds, coppers, and blues. netting, shells. gifts from the sea. loose fits over tighter fits for when he goes into the water. pierced ears, tongue, and nose.
MISCELLANEOUS .
alignment. neutral good .
strengths. personable. incisive. thoughtful. hopeful.
weaknesses. calculating. tempestuous. stubborn.
aesthetic. the low hum of a mourning seasong, the pressure of the sea against one’s throat, the dissonance between soft eyes and bloodied hands. red seafoam. a broken trident. shaking hands of assurance, red under his nails and in his eyes. a smile in the darkest depths of the ocean.
song inspiration. tempest ( deftones ), con la brisa ( foudeqush ), sun killer ( spiritbox ), porque yo ( pahua, eva de marce ).
BIOGRAPHY .
more ocean water than blood in him, his mother used to say. born the eldest in the ehekatl family, the summer court’s finest shipmakers, kazakir took to the sand and sea far more quickly than he took to walking. his father was a builder and his mother, much like him, was too restless to stay on land for too long. it became a pastime for them, taking the ships that his father built and testing them at sea where both thrived in stranger tides. when his siblings were born, he carried on that tradition with them.
at sea, among the waves and the water-wraiths, his mother taught him the importance of learning the way of water. it was his family’s duty to provide the ships that guarded and fought for the summer court, their reputation a fearsome one. his mother was a fighter, his father a builder, and somewhere in between, was kazakir.
as gifted at building with words as he was his hands, his connection with both people and the sea earned him a position as the naval commander of the summer court as favorable eyes turned to his family. within its inner circle, he felt at peace. there he could be both sea and shore, just as he always had been.
in time, once the lesser fae rose and the summer court rose with them, his talent for warfare made itself known. just as the sea could embrace, it could also drown. just as the sun could warm, it could also burn. and under his command, the summer court’s navy was a guardian to its people and a bane to its enemies.
but war makes warriors weary and when the fighting was over, the night court having so generously splitting their forces, kazakir observed a sea more bone than salt. by whatever means necessary, whatever it took, there would be no more. a torn hope rests inside him and shifts with the tide.
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