the cike isnt talked about enough. give them the love they deserve!!!

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the cike isnt talked about enough. give them the love they deserve!!!
𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 -𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀-𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗶𝗸𝗲
I also imagine them all working together in the fire department as one big found family.
𝗧𝘆𝗿:Military spy or detective
𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗮𝗻:firefighter, lawyer or martial arts fighter
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻:Professor of theology, theologian, or archaeologist
𝗤𝗮𝗿𝗮:She has a background in theology,archery instructor/profissional (mainly for children),Olympic shooter, or a biologist specializing in birds who works in an aviary sanctuary.
𝗥𝗶𝗻:firefighter, archaeologist, theologian or lawyer
𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶:Martial arts fighter or Olympic runner and freelance personal trainer
𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗶:Martial arts fighter, kindergarten teacher, or tea shop owner.
𝗥𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗮:Chemical
𝗘𝗻𝗸𝗶:doctor
𝗨𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻:Biologist
𝗔𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮:Olympic swimmer, marine biologist or oceanographer
𝗙𝗲𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗻:Meteorologist
𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗮:Olympic shooter or Martial arts fighter (In both cases she is a speaker and activist for women's rights)
Altan was destined for solitude.
— post created with the help of the sweet @itskvyhii (thank you)
"Raban shrugged. 'He mostly keeps to himself. He’s quiet. Trains alone and doesn’t really have friends.'" — The Poppy War
Five years. Altan Trengsin spent five years at Sinegard Academy. And by his final year? He was a well-known loner. How does someone so brilliant—praised as a prodigy, top of every class—end up completely alone?
It’s impossible to overstate what it must’ve felt like. To be marginalized because of your skin, to carry a legacy that your classmates saw as slave blood, and then to survive in that environment by becoming something untouchable. A symbol. A trophy. The kind of brilliance people gawk at, but never befriend. Worshipped, but never truly known.
And it makes me think about Rin—how lucky she was, in a way. Because even at her loneliest, she had someone.
“Sounds like someone we know.” Kitay jabbed an elbow at Rin. She bristled. “Shut up. I have friends.” “You have a friend,” Kitay said. “Singular.” — The Poppy War
And that friend was Kitay. Her anchor. Her mirror. Her soulmate in every way that wasn’t romantic. They held each other together. Until the end.
But Altan?
Who did he have?
I started thinking, surely, at least one of the Cike must’ve gone to Sinegard with him, right? Right?
Wrong. And it hurts:
- Baji? Older. Already in the Baghra Desert prison.
- Suni? Same deal.
- Ramsa? Younger, also imprisoned for years.
- Enki? The team’s medic-slash-drug-manager. No Sinegard mention.
- Unegen? A literal fox.
- Aratsha? Nope.
- Qara and Chaghan? Spies met later on, not schoolmates.
Oh, and Jiang? The only person who might’ve understood him? Abandoned him after two years. Altan spent three more years completely alone. Fighting to keep his god at bay. Fighting to prove his worth. With no one to lean on. No one to say “you’re not crazy,” no one to share the burden with.
And then we’re surprised when he drowns in opium? Honestly… who wouldn’t?
still, here’s what kills me:
Altan was not someone who wanted to be feared or worshipped. Not really. I see it as a facade. He was someone who wanted to be loved. Appreciated. To be seen not as a weapon, but as a person. And that comes through in the quietest ways—like when Rin interrupts his training in the gardens:
But Altan just looked surprised, not irritated. ‘Stick around Jiang long enough, and you’ll learn plenty of arcane forms.’” - The Poppy War
That’s year five. Three years after Jiang left him. And he still remembers his teacher with warmth. Still holds onto those moments like they meant something. Because they did, to Altan. Jiang was the one person who ever showed real interest in him. Cared for him. Believed in him. And Altan clung to that memory like a lifeline. And the tragedy? He never got to know that Jiang regretted everything.
“I needed you—Altan needed you—and all you did was, was—” Jiang spoke so quietly she almost couldn’t hear him. “I couldn’t save Altan.” — The Burning God
He did care. Deeply. And the way Altan’s story ended? It broke Jiang’s heart too.
Altan was a boy made to burn, but he never stopped hoping someone might try to put the fire out.
hello cike fandom
@mimikrow unegen’s no.1 and only (without me) fan
wanting to read tdr but knowing everything’s gone to shit and it’s going to get worse and i still haven’t recovered from tpw
Cleaning my dropbox folder stumbled into this and realized I never uploaded it on my tumblr. Redesigned concept wip of Unegen’s final form of mutation if he ever advances this far.
As it can not be reversed and no ‘shapeshifting’ possible this direction sort of final sentence for his character, but it is always fun to play with designs and concepts.
Also I am so so frustrated I am really really sick and can’t do anything I wanted beside organizing folders and cry over my messed up schedule I had for this month to catch up with everything. ._.
The Raigo one looks pretty awesome. It for sure worth (those amazing pvp queues)!
- and it was part of that content I can do alone (and also enjoying) unlike relic farms or the new primal ex which would require a group, and ever since the only static I liked disbanded I have none to run with. :<
This fascinating character belongs to @swevenfox What a pleasure Unegen was to draw! Thank you for commissioning me. :”)