[WSV] Serkan | Reference sheet [PENDING]

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B A S I C S

Name: Serkan

Nickname: Scorpio

Current Age: Adult

Starting Age: Adult
Gender: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Faction: Goldenwind

Rank: The Comet

Task: Retired Lightfarer, aspiring Sunforger

A P P E A R A N C E

Height: 83cm

Weight: 42kg

Build: Serkan is a Breeze of a pretty average male build. Tall enough to outgrow most of the females, but not overly towering. Body structure built equally for strength and speed defining him as a decent mediocre in many tasks. His muscles are strong enough to catch a medium prey and legs long enough to run through the desert, but no one will ever look up to him in terms of those qualities. Regardless of that, at the first glance he gives off the air of a child of the desert. His yellow coat akin to the colour of the sands, making it easier for him to blend with the landscape. His mane is visibly darker, blending in with the cheek fur and making them basically impossible to differentiate with each other. Serkan’s claws, especially front ones tend to grow quite long and since he spends most time walking on the soft sands he doesn’t get many chances to wear them off on hard surfaces. Those who are intimidated by his unapproachable demeanour have taken to titling him „scorpio”, due to his resemblance to a certain desert creature, in both looks and temperament.

F A M I L Y

Comes from a long line of Goldenwind Breezes. His parents, who are still alive, have taught him well his ancestry, legends and the loyalty to the pack. With them having long since retired, they live apart from each other now, though Serkan visits them regularly.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Conscientious / Devoted / Spiritual / Perceptive

Ever since he was a small pup, he felt a strong connection to the Dunes. His parents taught him to be a good servant to the pack and the spirits. When he devotes himself to something, let it be the task or his own idea, Serkan is going to lead it through no matter what. Sometimes it gets to the point, when he becomes maniacal, but despite that he is known to be doing his job conscientiously, even if some tasks may take him longer than others. Where he lacks in strength or speed, he makes up with his smart and creative ideas, some more successful than others.

Cerebral / Deceptive / Sarcastic / Ritualistic

Deep inside Serkan is one kind of a showman. He derives joy of making a variety of tasks into a ritual, often acting them out with unnecessary flourish. As a Lightfarer, whenever he used to reach the brink of the desert he built a small structure out of rock in order to commemorate his arrival. Then again, he would be a fool not to realize his skills could be useful in getting him out of a variety of situations. He wasn’t a liar per se, no, no, but he knew what parts of the story to put emphasis on and which to omit for the best effect. And the more it worked, the more he repeated it. Only the birds, those bloody falcons, seemed to look right through his deceptive façade. Oh how he hates them.

Manipulative / Coarse / Critical / Paranoid / Irritable

Some say that even as he grows old, he never quite grows up. There’s a bit of childish attitude to his appearance, which comes out whenever he doesn’t quite get what he wants. Some say that it’s a downside to him being an only child and growing up papered by his family that makes him act this way. The Breeze can be quite badmouthed and insensible, openly speaking out with harsh or manipulative words. Often he is accused of acting just with his own interest in mind, playing mind games with others purely for fun.

P R E G R O U P H I S T O R Y

He was born a Breeze, just like his father, grandfather and great grandfather were. As far as the memory reaches, Serkan’s ancestors have always been of the Dunes. And just like them he was born in no cave or under no shelter, but directly into the sands. And as his still wet, hairless body writhed in the Desert, his mother leaned over and whispered affectionately “May the sands be your bed, my little Breeze, every night ever since your birth till your death and after”. And so he kept on learning about this strange new world he was brought into. First, before he even opened his eyes, came the smells. The scent of upcoming midday heat and evening respite, the blessed smell of water, the source of life, and when there was the lack of – dreading stench of death. But nothing ever deterred him from his path of discovery. Thanks to his doting parents he admired the desert with all it’s dangers and possibilities it offered. They told him, that once he learned about them, he could use them in his advantage, to become one with the Dunes. As time passed Serkan grew up amongst his peers to be a proud and resourceful Goldenwind. Sometimes even too much, as some began to playfully title him “scorpio” for his quite eerie behaviour.

The Breeze passed his Rite of the Sun the first chance he was allowed to. Despite that he was far from being called a champion or a miracle child. The Morningstar judged him just average and that was it. No worse or no better than others. At first he felt quite upset at the fact, but as his family held a small celebration he admitted that mediocre was good as well. When the sun rose next time he departed out into the desert as a Lightfarer.

Even since that day Serkan has been traversing the Goldenwind territory, scouting with keen eyes. He liked his task since it allowed him to often spend time alone with the sands, even if it wasn’t as rewarding as the job of Stormbreaker. Most cases the work of a Lightfarer was unnoticed. He reported just to the Morningstar, sharing no stories of his journeys with the rest of the pack and the birds… well… the birds didn’t seem to like him. No matter how much he tried, even with the tips from his other scout associates and some treats, those drenched creatures were always trying to peck his eyeballs out. Some said that maybe if he lost a bit of that strain from his back he may have a better chance but all they got was a bit of his attitude in exchange. And that’s how it carried on, and he did just fine, even without the help of those bloody seagulls(falcons) until he reached the mark of four years.

When he reminisces about that day now, he thinks it was a hell of a strange day. It was still scorching hot as ever, but one could feel like there was something more in the air. The air was so dry that he felt a constant urge to blink, and his tongue felt more like a fragment of bark after a long time. He remembers thinking “if any valleyfolk dares to trespass the Goldenwind border on a day like this, they gotta be bloody lunatic”. And then, right out of nowhere a sandstorm rose. Despite being taught well how to take on small changes in the air and predict those, as of recent he has been hearing more and more rumours about unusual behaviour of desert weather. Trapped in a storm with no shelter in sight he curled in the sand, murmuring quiet prayers to the phoenix, begging for a chance to safely make it out. Soon after he lost consciousness.

The Breeze certainly didn’t expect what came after he woke up. Blinking the sand of his eyelids he noticed a clear sky and tranquil desert with no hints of what he has just been through. Moreover, right in front of him, what appeared to be just a solar flare over the horizon grew larger and larger with every second until it was just as suddenly gone. Nowadays he’s more prone to admit what he’s seen unfolded into the shape of a pair of wings burned into his lenses. He returned to that place way too many times, but despite his best efforts there was nothing to be found. “And what did he expect, a feather made of flame?” joked his colleagues, trying to convince him that what he’s seen was just but a mirage caused by an overheated and water deprived brain of his. But one last trip proved to be just a little bit fruitless than others.

It was a strange sight. A body of white fur half submerged into the sands. At first Serkan thought she was dead, but no, just unconscious. Waiting, waiting for him. If it was a sign, then it was quite ill timed. Damned birds, legendary deity or not, never seemed to like him. But since he wasn’t one to turn his back on those in need, he brought the female along with him to the Skyarch. The Breeze vouched for her, helped to tend to her wounds and before he realized they became quite close. She was the first and only one who did not deride his story about the phoenix, even though she was no believer herself. It was her who convinced him to abandon his current task as a Lightfarer and follow the path to become a Solarflare in order to get to know more about that vision of his. Serkan’s decision wasn’t met with much outrage. The newly appointed Morningstar just nodded and wished him luck, his family vouched to support him no matter what and the birds… well… the birds let out a sigh of relief.

G R O U P H I S T O R Y

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