#tala serafim

[the-lost-hunter]

"Work hard, play hard~ Bust out those finger guns and get to working! Tiny disclaimer though...finger guns do NOT work as well as actual guns. Trust me."

[the-lost-hunter]

New Year, New Icon!

[guardians-of-the-light]

Wake-Up Call

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The sulfuric yellow clouds of Venus hung low over the forested cliffs that day. A single ship dipped up and down, gently weaving between the stone spires. Its pilot cast lazy glances at the land below as he steered.

"Are you sure the signature came from out here?" He sighed, "We've been here far too long to not have found something."

A black and white speckled Ghost chimed in, her voice held hints of indignation, "Yes I'm certain. Have some patience, Thane."

Luminescent lime eyes flitted over to his companion at his shoulder, "You know we're not the only ones searching, someone else can finish this one. That active signal from the Buried City probably wants to be found."

He pulled back on the ships controls, pulling them higher up. He tilted the ship to circle around, and a glint of sunlight caught his eye. His gaze snapped to the jungle below. A glimpse of metal through the thick growth and his Ghost floated triumphantly in front of his face.

He rolled his eyes and throttled down, "Yeah whatever."

He grabbed his helmet from the side of his seat and jerked his head slightly, shifting the loose lock of his black hair aside before sliding it over his head. He rose to retrieve his weapons, and moments later he was standing atop one of the lower of the cliffs. Normally her sudden transmats were irritating, but he was more focused on finding the lost Guardian as fast as possible. The light signature was weak, and at first he attributed it to distance, but being within eyesight of the ship and no change in strength was deeply worrying.

He marked the ship's location on his HUD and dropped down into the foliage.

[the-lost-hunter]

It seems that the tiny Huntress has engaged in the most impressive nap ever recorded in history. That form, curled neatly up in her ship's seat like a kitten. Droll runs down her chin. Wait.

Is she still breathing?

...

...

...

Oh, yup, yea, that's a loud snore.

She's alright.

[the-lost-hunter]

Somewhere on a ship resting in orbit around the earth, a young Guardian screamed in triumph as she punched her hands into the air in an expression of victory. Wires crackled and buzzed in front of her face while she laid on her back, but the systems above her whirred to life and lights sputtered back on after many days of absence. "Ha! Finally!" she exclaimed, shimmying to a sitting position and shooting a smug look at an annoyed Ghost in the corner. "You said I'd never fix it, but here I am! I can't believe you wouldn't even help me, cheeky bastard." "I said - and I quote: 'I can't help you because there is literally nothing left of our communications system.' I'm honestly surprised it's on right now...but concerned as to...how? Or even why?" He responded, twisting his shell and settling back down on his perch. "Tala, I swear, you're going to be the end of me." Tala, as the Guardian was named, let her head fall to the side and a kind smile replace her previous expression. She pushed herself into her chair and picked up her Ghost in her gloved hands, pressing a kiss to the top of his shell. "I might be the end of you one day, but that day won't come for a long time, I promise you that." If the Ghost had anything to say, he remained quiet. Perhaps he was in thought, pondering things he already knew, but would rather not voice. Tala took his silence with a grain of salt, pulling her legs up into the chair so she was sitting with her legs crossed. Plopping her Ghost down into her lap, she leaned forward to inspect the console of her ship. "Aha! Communications are ONLINE! Let's see if there's anyone willing to talk to us? I'd love to meet up with some friends. Poor things, they probably all think I'm dead!" It seemed that the Little Wolf had returned. (( OOC: Tala and I are back ❤HMU in my inbox if we had a RP you'd like to finish/assess our options OR if you'd like to reach out and start a RP with me! ))

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Name / Nick / Title: Tala Serafim / Tally / “The Pack’s Judgement"

Nationality / Ethnicity / Language(s): Portuguese / Portuguese / English and Portuguese

Age / Birthday / Sign: 22 years old / July 12th, 2689 / Cancer

Date of Death / Date of Res: September 27th, 2711 / January 2nd, 2719

Height / Weight: 5 feet 3 inches / 112 lbs

Species: Awoken

Light class: Hunter, Bladedancer main

Faction alliance: Dead Orbit


Ghost: Cadell


Orientation / Status: Bisexual / Sadly Single


Fireteam name / Call name: Fireteam Tonare / Little Wolf

Vice / Virtue: Her Rashness / Her Compassion


Traits: Feisty, stubborn, adventurous, imaginative, curious, brave, inquisitive, headstrong, daydreamer, forgetful, sarcastic, idealist, passionate, flirty, confident, optimistic 


Quirks: She gets lost very, very often; absolutely loves animals, especially dogs and wolves; Seems to be naive at first sight; Doesn’t really seem to have an interest in killing unless provoked, and when she does kill enemies she attempts to do it in a clean and quick way; Likes to doodle on Cadell’s shell when she’s bored, much to his horror; Has a very sing-song, melodic kind of voice and hums often while thinking.

Other: Tala actually doesn’t even care about the different faction beliefs - she just really likes the Dead Orbit aesthetic. Also, the exact years of her birthday/death/resurrection are flexible but basically she lived in the Last City recently, died, and was resurrected about eight years later; she has been alive as a Guardian for about two years now.

About Not known for her ambition or rage in the field, many might chastise Tala for seeming to not take her duties seriously at all. On patrol she can be seen balancing while tiptoeing on ledges, instead of of hunkering down and taking out enemies all the time. She’s a rather kind soul, but not particularly gentle, possessing a kind of sarcastic-insult method when showing affection to those she cares for the most. While seeming ditzy, she takes others by surprise when she introduces complex or rash questions, often kind of prying into people’s personal lives without really meaning too.

Tala lived within the City with her mother, Calista, and father, Aavin, as an only child to a young couple. Both were Awoken whose families had been living in the Last City as refugees for generations, and married young out of necessity. Tala was their daughter, a wild child with eyes like her mother and the adventurous spirit of her father. She was the kind of kid who didn’t have to look for trouble: it found her in surplus. Getting into scuffles with the neighborhood children wasn’t rare, not because she was aggressive, but because she was particularly opinionated and not willing to give in to another kid trying to make her submissive. This headstrong nature stuck with her for her entire youth, and eventually ended up being the reason she died. As she grew up in the City she had a certain affinity caring for animals, even ones that wouldn’t be deemed as the most likely of pets. She’d been taking care of an injured doe near the outskirts of the populated area, and was confronted by a group of people who wanted to use the deer as food instead. Tala, poor stubborn Tala, abruptly refused, and without hesitation was shot multiple times in the chest. Death did not come swiftly, and she laid there limply alive while her murderers drug her away from civilization and into the shadows of trees that no one would ever look. Hours after the incident, her last breath finally left her. Eight years later, a grumpy and tired ghost named Cadell had been making errands, taking a small break from what seemed to him to be the impossible search for his Guardian. It was only by chance he happened to skirt around in the forest outskirts, and only by chance that he found what seemed to be human remains picked clean by indistinguishable animals. Cadell almost didn’t even attempt to look for any trace of Light, but was dumbfounded when after so many years of searching he found his guardian not even a day away from the Tower. He had no way of knowing that Tala had been a citizen of the City, so when she was resurrected and squinted at him suspiciously he went through the basic explanation of what had happened and what was going on. Tala, on the other hand, was more curious than afraid or even concerned of the fact that she had been dead. So she listened to what Cadell said, and followed him to the Tower.

Tala tried her hand at being a Gunslinger but she pretty much hated it. Her hands shook too much to operate a flaming gun and she was unable to fire accurately with the weapon, probably because she had already made up her mind that a golden flaming gun was stupid. Instead, she found an affinity with the Arc blade and is a rather skilled Bladedancer, having a certain kind of connection with the arc energy. Her whimsical way of moving is manipulated into pure death as she lets the Light guide her to her enemies’ ends.

She has earned an informal title, “The Pack’s Judgement,” for eliminating every single enemy that comes near her if she’s witnessed them harming an innocent animal. This started when Tala found a group of Fallen standing over a dead pack of wolves, assuringly killed for sport. The Fallen didn’t have a long time to regret their actions; their lives were over before they could remember what they’d done.

Her Fireteam, Tonare, has a tradition of giving their members a name reflecting an animal they portray and the energy of the subclass they main. But because she’s literally she shortest one in the team she gets called “Little Wolf”

[the-lost-hunter]

Space Dogs?

“Do you think Fallen have dogs?” Tala asked suddenly while poking through the snow with her foot, dead grass crunching pitifully when harassed by her mindless shuffling.

Cadell, hovering nearby, turned to her in forced curiosity. “What do you mean?” he sighed, sounding like he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with whatever path her mind was trekking.

"Like, do Fallen have an animal that’s like a dog on Earth?” she rephrased, looking down and nudging small rocks around.

He was silent for a moment before replying confidently. “No, we’ve come across no signs of the Fallen having or ever having a species of animal akin to an Earth dog.”

"Hm,” Tala tilted her head, now moving on from hopping to rock to rock that she had moved into a path through the snow. She spoke again when she landed on the balls of both her feet on a thin slab of a rock. “I think they do,” she continued, “Or at least, they did.” Before Cadell could disagree, she put a finger up to him and tapped his shell. “No, no, listen,” her sing-song voice whispered intently; she dropped to the ground with an unceremonious flop, scattering snow about.

Cadell considered chastising her for sitting down in the middle of the Cosmodrome, but since he couldn’t find any enemy movement on the tracker he gave in and floated down to her lap. “Oh yes, please educate me with your vast knowledge of Fallen ecosystems at their original home.”

Tala smiled under her helmet and leaned back on her hands, her gaze lifting to the sky. “It’s simple, really. I think Fallen are different than the other forces we face, this is obvious because of Variks. They can learn our language, speak it. Hive don’t, Vex don’t, Cabal don’t. Or at least, if they can, they’re too dumb to try diplomacy with us. But then you have the Fallen-”

"We know the Fallen were once visited by the Traveller, that better not be what you’re leading to.”

"It’s not shush you little pessimist. Anyways, the Fallen just seem more…emotionally in tune with each other. Like it seems like the Dreg who patrol together might even be friends, and we kind of, uh, murder them but that’s not the point. I feel like a long time ago, the Fallen had dogs. Maybe that’s why they’re so sad, and try to make things better by taking what others have. They don’t have that companionship, and maybe the Fallen are trying to find a replacement. I know I would. Maybe…those that remember, miss the world they used to have. That’s kind of sad, I wish we could help them instead of always killing them.”

To this, Cadell had no response, no argument. Instead, he looked up at the sky with her, wondering why he’d never thought of such questions himself.