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28/01/2019 - With a new theme and new colours, Starwave will soon be running leadership searches for the three clans. We also have worked out a few little bugs too. The joining incentive is going to run from now until the end of February, so instead of bringing one character to copper level, you can still bring two, and their companion as well! You are welcome to break this up as well. So, come join us, and let's see what goes on! With more people, hopefully, we intend to run events and make the site more PvE. Clan leadership will be opened soon too, hopefully!

26/11/2018 - Starwave is ready to go! There are still pieces to flatten, to make better, but its time to open and see how it all goes. Tis exciting to do so! Please feel free to advertise, tell people, etc and let's go. Once a few have joined, the first event will happen which is going to be finding clan leaders! Subforums in those areas are open for claiming too if you'd like them! Excited! Let's have some fun!

23/11/2018 - Much is done! Lands, guidebook is finished, profiles (save for the --> I can't work out what displaying that its driving me insane!) But I'm happy with everything and the progess of whats happening. I have some subforums to add to the clan lands, and then it will be almost ready to go for an opening and a beginning. There will be a SWP very early after opening too!

11/11/2018 - Starwave is underway. This is the first OOC news entry!

28/01/2019 - Starwave has seen quite a few new arrivals, and the clans are stirring. More arrive every day - and some of the Inherent and skeptical, some welcoming and others flat out angry and upset. However, they are accepting and soon, they will be seeking clan leaders - who will they be?

26/11/2018 - The time has come. Starwave's portals are open; the world is pulling newcomers to the shores. What will happen now?



OOC Account Berb
Gender Male
Age 25
Species/Breed Baroque-build
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
Clan Simulucra
Tine ⧋333.65
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Thorlak Styrlaksson is large and rugged, standing seventeen hands and built somewhere comfortably between brute force and lithe agility. Baroque in the muscular arch of his neck and the power of his hindquarters, the very slightest curve to the profile of his otherwise straight, angular, profoundly masculine head. From between his ears curve a pair of long, strong ibex-like horns. He is made to survive and more‒he is made to hunt, to strip machinery; to trade and haggle; to philander and make merry as hard work begets play.

Buckskin in base coloration, Thor has a wide, irregular band of white that wraps around his belly, just over his withers; on his left side, the white creeps down the backside of his front leg, down to the bottom of his knee. He also has a wide, asymmetrical blaze from between his ears to his lips. He body is a greyish camel colour, lightning slightly around his barrel and darkening to a sable-brown on his points. His lower legs have a slightly ruddy tinge to them.
His knees on all four legs are dark, above and below by bands of same-coloured stripes, fading up his forearms and thighs, and down to his cannons and fetlocks. His entire head, from his poll to the dark swathe of his muzzle is striped.

His eyes are a bright white-grey, coarse, ever quick to wink. They often smile, but have the capacity for dark ferocity.

His mane and tail are long, thick and often dishevelled. Black in colour, with a streak of white near his withers in the mane. As with everything, he wears his hair with a comfortable nonchalance‒sometimes, there are dreads mingled in the lengths, or ragged braids made to keep it from his face.

On the left side of his neck, at the apex when it is well arched, Thorlak sports an infinity triangle emblem, tattooed in strange, radiant turquoise ink. It has an almost metallic quality to the way it catches the light, and yet, it seems to reveal an inner brightness within the man. A bright, otherworldly essence.
A man of tine, metal, dirt, sweat and ribald stories told by fireside; of many winks and bruises earned by roughhousing, confrontation, danger and delights. He is a hard worker, half married to his pursuit of tine, providing what he must to those who will pay. Half married to his pursuit of the self, flesh, power and play. His father qpuld have taught him well, if had gotten the chance, in this regard‒sow, but keep your eyes on the reaping.

He is festive, bawdy and impish‒his laugh is deep and booming and its echo is etched in the caverns of Nightstorm Haunt. His eyes always carrying a glint, a whispered mention of good times; a wink, of ever better times. There are soft sides behind the merchant-philanderer’s swagger. He is protective, deeply loyal to some, big-hearted and jovial.

But that is half of the story. It may even, at times, be a guise. For Thorlak has a harder side. A side that is stern in its pursuance for tine, for power, for comfort. He is a man that teeters on the edge of immorality in this regard. He can be grim, he can be fierce, he can be dark like thunder in the face of that which stands between him and those things he so roundly desires. And those things are many.
The nature of Styrlak and Sibbe’s ‘affair’ was the subject of speculation only briefly‒just long enough for the novelty of their divergence and the speculation of their motives to grow stale. She was pretty and lusty in all ways‒youthful, so the power she controlled in the curve of her hip was impressive, at least. Just beginning her life, seen often by her mother’s side tending to matters of her kith and clan. He was gruff and mature‒not old, but only because he had the rugged good looks that either made him ageless, or made the age part of the attraction. A trader of some notoriety for his haggling skills.

She seemed to love the glint of his tine and he seemed to love the way she looked at him. And in this symbiotic relationship of glint, gleam and bodies against bedsheets of bioluminescence, they became united. Tied together by the trappings of greed and lust, all things made hot and hard to handle. Did Styrlak love Sibbe? Did Sibbe love him?

No matter, for mere months after the beginning of their amour, Styrlak was gored in the chest by the horn of a replicant ox and, carried on the backs of a pair of Onyx merchants, did not make it to Nightstorm Haunt alive.

Sibbe cried, but by then, Sibbe was heavily pregnant and found she cried quite often.

Thorlak was born‒his name an amalgam of his father Styrlak and his grandfather Thorodd, said to be distantly related to Vandil of the Onyx‒in the soft glow of the caverns. Raised by his mother who had, upon the death of Styrlak, taken over his trade business. Stern but fair, loving but distant, Sibbe raised a merchant and man in the image of herself. His father. Their tryst.

In his young adulthood he sought, with some trepidation, a necessary allegiance with Styr; became well acquainted with Arngeir (too bad about the Hylan thing‒she vaguely reminds him of his mother) and Eilif. He fostered his father’s trade business and made it his own and became quite successful. And so, life unfurled with tine and merry-making, as it was intended, until word began to spread that the Tideless portals had opened…



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