The Do'Un

 Ind. Galra OC for Voltron Legendary Defender - Very low activity

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Want to do a lot of revamping on this blog, maybe get it up and running a bit more in the future, but I have a lot of work to do on my main one first, so it’s very uncertain if/when and how much love this one will get. 

Just not enough time in the day.

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cairis-in-the-field‌:

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“Good good.” She reached out a hand to the data pad near her, and pulled up a small keypad, typing something is quickly. “I’m certain there will be a youth class that you can join later in the day that will not be too exhausting. My assistant will see you through ll of that after this.” 

She took her hand away from the tech again, hesitating a moment as she fought back the urge to check in on many affairs that were going on without her insight. Her gaze turned back to Cairis, and she returned to the interview at hand, crossing her arms over one another gently. 

“Yes, it is true I wish for my little section of the Universe to be regarded well. I am not certain what more I can necessarily give. Tiirna boasts a wide array of climates, some too harsh for standard comfortable living, but those provide wondrous places for training. Harsh climates push the will of those that wish to survive. It is why many of my people grew to be strong. We have cultivated the lusher landscapes heavily. But still there are some who choose to live in the harsh sands of the desert and cold ice of the mountains. My brother and sister alike, for example. One, a Dinn of the Snowfoot Clan lives in the cold hard mountains and rarely comes down for matters that are not necessary. The other lives in a remote rocky cropping where the harsh hot winds blow from off the sands. Where she believes isolation allows for connection to truths of our plane.”

She lifted a hand and waved it someone, her even tone giving way to notes of light exasperation. “We, however, are not all soothsayers and hermits however. Spirituality is very important to us, but our economy thrives and technology flourishes here all the same, the shores of the Ootmia Sea are lines with metropolises and see those from all around the Galaxy. Many come to relax and partake in this planet’s offerings just as much as we train the next generation of our protectors and Soldiers. Lineage here is important and families that grow and thrive here shape the thriving of out economy. There is a great emphasis on what individuals will offer from their skills sets to push forward the success of the whole.” 

She lifted her brow, looking to Cairis to lead the conversation once again. “Is there any more questions you can think of to answer? Anythings you are curious about?” 

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"Actually… I’d love a tour of your facility, if you don’t mind?” Cairis prompted.  "I can ask questions during it, but I need to take pictures as well.  But, mostly… I’m interested in how you became Do'Un.“

   “Many people are, there are those that whisper that I took the role from my sister by means most nefarious. I assure you it is not the case. The truth just stand that I had the will and fortitude to succeed where she did not. Where many did not. The role of Do’Un is not strictly passed down by blood, any may try for it and many did.” 

   She leaned forward, training her eyes on Cairis closely, “So as to how I became Do’Un. I saw from a very young age what I could and would be. I trained and focused. Any task I could not do. I set in to it and pushed myself to master. I formed myself not only in battle but in spirit. In force of will, and I triumphed.”

   She took a deep breath in and released it in a wispy sigh as she sat back and took hold of her staff, extending it out and getting herself up from the chair gracefully. “I believe that is enough questions for now. Come along and I will have you fitted for proper attire and you can participate in a few of the introductory classes for adults.” 

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Kaydel and Cairis

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. || Accepting

Name: Ryzul

Gender: Male

General Appearance: 7 feet, 2 inches high; pale blue fur that tufts out at jaw, shoulders, and hips along the small of his back; he has Kaydel’s fur pattern but on both arms from shoulders to wrists, both legs from hips to ankles, and Cairis’ chest/shoulder blade and small of back swoops; he has three sagittal crests - a large middle and two smaller - and his hair grows up between them in stiff bristles that shorten and soften the closer to the nape of his neck they get, and then the hair goes long and soft, tied back in a ponytail; he’s a  mesomorph body type and possesses Kaydel’s digitigrade feet; he has Cairis’ ears and a broad, flat nose

Personality: Inquisitive, charming, dutiful, protective

Special Talents: Can make the best omelet the universe has ever known; also has a knack for administration and making things run smoothly whether it’s a ship or a command post

Who they like better: Cairis

Who they take after more: A fairly even mix between the two, but slightly more like Kaydel in intelligence, logistics, and duty

Personal Head canon: He understands he may someday have to take Kaydel’s place as The Do’un, but he’d be just as happy running a restaurant somewhere or even just working as a training master in a dojo.  He enjoys a good joke, but he makes the UGLIEST snortles when he laughs so hard he clogs up.

Face Claim: Jared Padalecki

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Bio - Rules - The Tor

Independant Galra OC for Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Selective for threads - Mutuals for now

Asks open

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cairis-in-the-field: 

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Cairis blinked, startled.

“Me?” she squeaked.  "But, I’m a–!“

She very nearly went off whining about how she was a Reject, but… well, that was beyond obvious to any Galra.

Plus, here was an opportunity to learn about the training process; a personal experience would boost the information and impact of the article (and give Valoren more to work with).

"You know… that actually sounds like a learning experience that I really shouldn’t miss out on,” Cairis said with a grin.  "I’ll take you up on that gracious offer.  Thank you!“

She tapped a few shorthand codes into her tablet and then had to laugh.

"I’m sorry if this seems very stilted and mundane to you, Do'Un Kaydel,” she said.  "Tiirna is known to most long-established Galran territories.  My job is to write up Tiirna and its’ leadership and what it offers to show newly acquired members of the Empire how amazing the Empire is.  While I can easily read up on the official information file, to write up Tiirna I need the ‘personal touch’.  New members will want to know about families, economies, military… the personal things that matter to them.  So Tiirna, with its attractions and the amazing warrior output, is going to be of major interest.“

She smiled, then.

“As for me: this is new and interesting, so I’m enjoying learning about your culture.”

“Good good.” She reached out a hand to the data pad near her, and pulled up a small keypad, typing something is quickly. “I’m certain there will be a youth class that you can join later in the day that will not be too exhausting. My assistant will see you through ll of that after this.” 

She took her hand away from the tech again, hesitating a moment as she fought back the urge to check in on many affairs that were going on without her insight. Her gaze turned back to Cairis, and she returned to the interview at hand, crossing her arms over one another gently. 

“Yes, it is true I wish for my little section of the Universe to be regarded well. I am not certain what more I can necessarily give. Tiirna boasts a wide array of climates, some too harsh for standard comfortable living, but those provide wondrous places for training. Harsh climates push the will of those that wish to survive. It is why many of my people grew to be strong. We have cultivated the lusher landscapes heavily. But still there are some who choose to live in the harsh sands of the desert and cold ice of the mountains. My brother and sister alike, for example. One, a Dinn of the Snowfoot Clan lives in the cold hard mountains and rarely comes down for matters that are not necessary. The other lives in a remote rocky cropping where the harsh hot winds blow from off the sands. Where she believes isolation allows for connection to truths of our plane.”

She lifted a hand and waved it someone, her even tone giving way to notes of light exasperation. “We, however, are not all soothsayers and hermits however. Spirituality is very important to us, but our economy thrives and technology flourishes here all the same, the shores of the Ootmia Sea are lines with metropolises and see those from all around the Galaxy. Many come to relax and partake in this planet’s offerings just as much as we train the next generation of our protectors and Soldiers. Lineage here is important and families that grow and thrive here shape the thriving of out economy. There is a great emphasis on what individuals will offer from their skills sets to push forward the success of the whole.” 

She lifted her brow, looking to Cairis to lead the conversation once again. “Is there any more questions you can think of to answer? Anythings you are curious about?” 

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Into the Fire

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belost-the-watcher:

Some sounds at the door came from within the bathroom once he stepped in, possibly the foreign galra double-checking the lock. The shower turned on not too long after and the sounds of his armor dropping to the floor soon followed.

Belost lay his arms on the wall of the shower and pressed his head into them, the shower beating hot water down his back. The deep network of scars that covered it dulled and twisted the sensation, but it was something he had come to live with over the years. He kept an eye half-open on the door, remembering the advisement from the Hub’s spymaster to never leave oneself vulnerable. It was a lesson he had considered dramatic up until he was given access to certain classified files. Despite being new to the job, it already weighed on him.

A few minutes passed by before the door eventually slid open and he stepped back out. Both his fur and his clothes were damp and he wore his armor once again. He looked to the desk where she sat, “Happy now? Can we get some food?”

She looked back over to him, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she kept her composure and looked over to the shelf, saving her work on the screen before she closed it and stood, going to it and taking a fresh pair of clothes off of it and then moved the short distance to stand in front of him. Holding them up to him. 

Many things she thought of potentially saying. Asking whether there was a towel or not to subtly indicate as to why he was still damp. Perhaps he did not know of the built in drying functionality of the shower. But all roads led back to the inevitable true cause. He was being stubborn. 

She could still be kind and not play these games with him, so she refused to speak and give instruction again. She held up the clothes to him, to change into. And she would not move from his path until he did. This was an institute, not a day-care. She was a well-regarded keeper, not a kit-wrangler. 

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ive got superhearing, so if i say ‘WHAT’ right after you finish talking, it’s not cause i didnt hear you, i just cant believe the idiocy that just left your mouth

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cairis-in-the-field:

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Cairis was confused.  How could a personal interview be so misconstrued?

Still, she was determined to forge ahead.

“You have some of the finest, deadliest warriors in the universe.  Would you welcome other Galra coming to train with your people?”

“Mm, yes thank you. We pride ourselves here with the quality of our warriors. We would of course, and we do. Often our recruits are not native born Tiirnans, but rather military professionals who have trained in other facilities around the galaxies that have now come to attain special operations training. We offer very unique and specifically tailored programs here.” 

She smiled to Cairis, a very professional somewhat joyless smile that came with the professional rhetoric and marketing of this all. “Our facilities here are for the betterment of the whole Galra Empire, to serve our Lord and our Nation, all are welcome if they have the drive and fortitude for the training.” 

She focused in on Cairis’ face again and her grin grew just slightly, taking more of a sincere glow to it. “I can arrange for you to partake in some of the simpler lessons here if you wish. If you would like a brief hands-on introduction to some of the routine here.”  

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A long glance cast the way of the speaker, deliberating on intent for whether or not offense should be taken for this use of time. Her vanity being the side of her giving pause to give it time at all. 

“I have been informed previously. But you are the first for this day.”

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Into the Fire

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belost-the-watcher:

“Heat signatures, huh?” Belost thought about the amount of depth they went into. Maybe all the meditation and cleanliness belied how proficient they were. Nevertheless his face remained stoic. Even despite her smile, as cute as it was. 

But then came the topic of showering again. He began to wonder if she had a hole drilled somewhere with as insistent as she was. Secretly the whole place had him on edge. There was something about the place he disliked. Maybe it was his training from the Hub making him even more paranoid than usual, he thought. Whatever the reason he preferred not to have his activities so laid out for him.

He had a map, so why did he need her? Maybe she could get him through the food line quicker. Or maybe she was there to watch him. Whatever the reason he could probably lose her if he wanted, sneak off and vanish into the facility at least for a little while.

Belost realized he had been silent longer than intended. “Fine.” He stepped over towards the bathroom and looked in, then back to her and finally stepped fully inside, clothes and armor and all.

“Yes. It can be very helpful.”

She watched him, as he stood there silently, standing silently in return, just waiting for him to respond. When he did, she gave a small nod. When he went into the bathroom, she took a step back and then pulled out the small rolling chair at the desk as to not linger with a view into the bathroom.

She pulled herself up to the desk, and brought up the current footage of his evaluation exercise that had just past. She began analyzing the heat signature data, and writing up her comprehensive notes on it while she waited for him to bathe. Her slender fingers tapping away at the keys.

Using her time as wisely as she could, when she was held up on him. It struck her after a moment though, that he had not taken any fresh clothes into the washroom with him though. She let out a gentle sigh, hoping he would not fight her as well upon the subject of wearing a uniform. He was a very bizarre being it seemed.

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cairis-in-the-field:

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“Getting someone to agree to an interview IS a challenge,” Cairis joked.  “This is… more about making the elite of the Empire more real; not a rumor, to some, but real.  I’ll try to give you challenging, but honestly: my work is more banal than exciting.”

It was a personal frustration to her; that she was stuck doing puff pieces, but Valoren had nothing else for her to do that somebody else wasn’t already covering.

Cairis forged on.  “However, I would like to know: What is the worst thing that has happened during your reign as The Do’un?”

“Mmm... unfortunate. I doubt it was particularly easy to acquire this with my people. So I would hate for us to waste it, is all.” She said that and yes it was true, but she also just did not want to be bored. Which was why she often declined this sort of thing.

She felt perhaps she had been misled as to the nature of this interview. She narrowed her eyes a little, knowing the possible culprit behind it.

“Alright. Well. I do want to be ‘real’, as you put it. The worst thing? I suppose for myself personally, it was an assassination attempt. For my people here, it was an economical instability that arose from foreign animals brought in illegally that destroyed a lot of crops and outsourced trade. There was a large shift after that into developing the service sector more heavily, and now that is our largest intake.

“Military-wise, there was an incident that comes to mind, however it is classified, and i will not discuss it. It was remedied and the perpetrators terminated.” A small wry grin came to the corner of her lips. She had dealt with that one personally.

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“There is a devil in you, my lord!” the servant cried. “There are devils in all of us,” he sneered, “You only fear mine because it calls to the one in you.”

Make friends with your demons, son; there are no angels here. (Excerpt from Fornever) | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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cairis-in-the-field:

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“A few,” Cairis agreed.  “Since I only have a small bit of time and this is about your service to the Empire, let’s go with: Name, Rank or Title, and can you tell me how you enhance the Empire?  Just for the record.”

“Mm...” Her expression returned to it’s colder nature, finding the questions quite typical. Perhaps she should have just sent one of her representatives instead. “Bel-Kee Kaydel, my title is the Do’Un of Tiirna. For those unfamiliar with it, the role is that of a spiritual leader and protector of our history and religion. It is my duty as it is of any strong Galra to spread the words and reach of our Emperor, for he has defied death to lead us to our place in this Universe. Among the stars, surveying, protecting and leading the people here.” 

Kaydel shifted in her chair, sitting more at attention, her arms along the arms of the chair as she looked directly to the other woman. “The Do’un for centuries have protected the words of our Emperor. His messages. We live them and spread them, and teach them. Many from Tiirna go on missions to teach the conquered of our history and how to join civilized society. To be part of this Empire and how to serve it.”

“Otherwise my role functions much like a Fleet Commander in the sense that I oversee this quadrant, but I do not move around like the Fleet Commanders and our responsibilities and focuses tend to diverge quite often. Here the facility on Tiirna trains Soldiers to be warriors and special operatives. We pride ourselves in the quality in which we put into the Empire. Our goal is to in fact enhance the Empire and its power wherever possible.” 

She raised a brow ever so slightly to Cairis. “Does that suffice for those questions?” She leaned forward in the chair slowly and tilted her head to one side a fraction, surveying Cairis closer. “Do you have any more challenging ones?”

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beyond-the-call:  

     He might have denied her little ‘accusation’ had she not had him dead to rights thanks to the wine glass he clutched in his free hand. His fingers tightened sharply around it when she’d taken his arm, the keen of a single claw dragging against the glass making him cringe.

     “Just a general disinterest in most of those in attendance, I suppose.” He sighed, forcing himself to try and relax a little. “You know how it is, the usual, boring chit-chat about local politics, or weather that I personally have not witnessed in several movements. At least the drink they serve at these things is enough to take the edge off so I can at least pretend to take interest.”

     With that said, he risked a step forward toward the crowd, then veered carefully toward the left, in the general direction of the nearest bar. And for a moment, he found himself desperately wishing he could just stick to his initial plan of drinking and drifting along the edges. 

     Ah well. Make do, and try not to insult the dignitary in the process. That would have to suffice for now.

Her eye looked to the glass a moment, and then back up to him. She found it interesting that her touch seemed to bother him so much when he had been the one to offer his arm. Very interesting. She smiled at the mystery that tonight could bring. It seems she had chosen well for the time being. 

His slightly embittered quality was marvelously refreshing and she let out a single sound of amusement. “Yes, certainly you can check the weather yourself.”

“Tell me, the short version, of the most outlandishly boring conversation you have ever had with someone at one of these functions? I believe my own was an emissary attempting to persuade me on something, but all i recall was his going-on about a type of lizard that was populating too quickly and literally eating away infrastructure.” She titled her head somewhat, thinking perhaps that was not as dull as she remembered. “I’m certain there has been worse, but they have been purged from my memory.”

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Into the Fire

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belost-the-watcher:

Belost scoffed at the concept of ‘inner balance.’ He’d never cared about it before and he was obviously doing just fine. The entire planet was far out of his comfort zone. He was used to feeling out of place. But not quite in the way he did there, especially among other galra.

He tried to catch a look at the passcode that she put in, but her hand blocked most of it. When he got inside he found the uniforms she mentioned. He looked them over. They were far from his favorite design, though he was surprised to see the emblem of Merrick Prime on each one. He held one in his hand and ran his thumb over the design. It felt odd to have his home planet used as… whatever this was. Be it as a way to comfort him, to welcome him or even just define him to others in some way. He hadn’t thought of his home planet for some time.

When Delphi spoke again he snapped away from his thoughts and back to reality. Take his clothes and armor away? Even in a supposedly friendly place the thought made him uncomfortable. He shook his head, “No, it’s fine. I’ll hold on to them.”

His face was blank in response to her smile. She was a nice girl, but then it was probably her job to be. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was being paranoid, even for himself. Maybe it was just the fatigue and the hunger setting in. Belost dropped hard onto the bed to take a seat then looked up at her, “Is there a map of this place or something?”

“Oh, uh...” She blinked at him, momentarily at a loss. It had not been a question, she was supposed to take the items so they could be laundered and stored safely. Perhaps... this was an exception. At least until she could run it by someone of higher authority. 

She glanced again to the armour, but took a step over to the small desk, bringing up a screen. “Many resources you will need, including maps of the facility are here.” At least maps of the parts of the facility he was allowed in where there. “After each day, vid of your training will be forwarded to you to watch and examine and see what you did right and wrong, for improvement and meditation on new strategy. Accompanied occasionally with notes from instructors.” 

“It can also be viewed in several different modes. I will personally review some for you of the heat signatures, to best see what potentially injury areas might come from strain and overuse.” She smiled again in a mixture of pride for herself and that the facility took so much care in their craft. 

“Would you like to shower, and then I can show you to the dining area?”