AKHLUT - ASH

AKHLUT

“Learn to understand what you fear.”

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➸ Name: Akhlut (Ak-lot)

➸ Birth Name: Imaq

↣ Meaning: Akhlut; Name of the ancient Inuit sea monster, Imaq; “sea” in Inuktitut

➸ Nicknames/Alias: None, she hates them

➸ Age: Young Adult (3 years old)

➸ Sex: Female

➸ Gender: She/He/They/ Whatever, she really doesn’t care

➸ Height: 39”

➸ Weight: 150 lbs

➸ Build: The best way to describe Akhlut is as gigantic, she takes after her father’s huge physic, yet an elegant posture from her mother. She has thick fur that makes her appearance look ever bigger than she already is. Has huge paws that are perfect for swimming and walking on ice or slippery/wet surfaces. Her eyes, contrasting her whole appearance, are small and sharp, with thin eyebrows.

↣ Fur color: Black, grey and white

↣ Eye color: Pale blue

↣ Scent: Salt water 

➸ Voice claim: Ivana Miličević as Striga

↣ Singing Likeness: Emma Thompson 

↣ SPA Voice claim: Rebeca Patiño as Valka

➸ Main theme: The King by Robin Carolan & Sebastian Gainsborough

➸ Theme song: That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil

➸ Pack: Vøskarig

↣ Task/Rank: None (future Frost Warden)

➸ Family: Karas NPC (father; deceased), Delia NPC (mother; deceased), Cassian PC (uncle through mother’s side; unknown)

*open to half siblings through father’s side

↣ Mate: None 

↣ Offspring: None

➸ Orientation: Homosexual

↣ Interests: No one

➸ Personality ➸

↣ ISTP – The Virtuoso – Chaotic Neutral ↣

➸ Loyal: 

“I have no business with them; they're not pack, you are.”

↣ Even after having problems with trust, Akhlut is a wolf who has a deep sense of fealty, so if she says she will lay her life for someone, she means it. Anyone who is close to her or has sworn loyalty from her, they can rest assured that no treason will ever come from her, of course; that loyalty must be well earned first. And if that trust is ever broken, or that loyalty isn't reciprocated, no power on earth could revive it ever again. She is known for her dying fealty towards the ones she cares about, as well as her deep grudges she will keep until the day she drops dead.

➸ Courageous: 

“Get up, this is not the time to cower.”

↣ Some people would call her reckless, some fearless – but she is very far from that. She’s been in fear most of her life and faced her own mortality many, many times for her to be able to build the courage to stand up and never let herself back down. If asked about her lack of fear and apparent bravery, she will answer she’s always afraid. But it is that fear that drives her forward to fight. At times she could come off as brutal or barbaric even when she fights or spars, she does it because those are the only things that protected her when afraid.

➸ Well-spoken:

“Here, let me help you m’Lady; such conditions are not fit for one like yourself.”

↣ Akhlut was born a noble, the daughter of a King no less, so little habits and words are hard to forget. Some little things like her posture, her accent, her choice of words lets someone know immediately she is no simple wanderer of the tundras. This has gifted her a sway when talking, almost a silvertongue to gain easy trust in case she needs it. 

➸ Observant:

“You weren’t using that last time we spoke.”

↣ This is a wolf who’s definitely more on the quieter end, Akhlut won’t run her mouth if she doesn’t see any favorable outcome. Rather, she prefers to watch from afar and analyse, calculate, learn to then act. Could be one of the reasons why she remains expressionless most of the time, she finds herself hard to read because she herself spends most of her time reading what’s around her; what’s useful, what’s dangerous, what’s new, what’s relevant. She has a very good memory also.

➸ Adaptable:

“There’s way more chances for this to get worse and way too little time for us to sit and panic.”

↣ After being left alone to die during a very young age, Akhlut is bound to survive under changing circumstances. She is quick to notice the weaknesses of certain paths, and will be the first to drop them before finding a new one; be it if she has to abandon her comfort zone. Akhlut is not afraid of the unexpected, she decides to follow the way of change instead of resisting it. Yet that comes with her inability to remain relaxed for long, or finding close bonds with other wolves or even finding comfort in a routine. Throughout her life she’s been faced with many challenges, resulting in her becoming restless.

➸ Ambitious:

“We’ve come so far, we can’t let them beat us!”

↣ Since birth, Akhlut has been a wolf with an insatiable hunger for more, for improvement, to push herself to find and archive goals she once thought unimaginable. Even though she will deny it, it’s always about being the strongest, the smartest, the very best of them all, and she will fight teeth and nail to keep that title for herself. If she ever sets her mind into something, she will do everything in her power to archive it. Her hunger to thrive higher than others will not cease, not even with praise or recognition, for her it is always the road that’s to come.

➸ Impatient: 

“I was told yesterday they’d be answers tomorrow. Well, tomorrow’s today and I see nothing.”

↣ Akhlut is a wolf very hard to ignore, she’s big, muscular, scary, and she knows this very well. Since a very early age she’s been aware that she towers over her fellow wolves, even more than males. But even with her physique, it is her whole aura that will make one think twice before approaching her, let alone stand up to her. This is something she has and will use to her favor, letting others know with even a stare that she is not someone to mess with, and she’s not afraid of letting them now even verbally. She looks like someone who could break one’s neck like a twig, and she’s very capable of it too.

➸ Proud:

“You would need quite a few more centimetres to be talking to me like that.”

↣ She’s a former noble and a daughter of a King, as well as the one that overthrew said King; she knows what she’s capable of and her worth, resulting in her standing with her head tall, oftentimes looking down on others as less capable or even weak. Akhlut’s unapologetically self assured and sometimes even arrogant, jumping on arguments — as if she knows best, she’s earned her own name, she’s The Akhlut, the sea demon. Of course she will always believe she’s smarter, stronger, she’s never proven otherwise.

➸ Explosive:

“Shut it before I rip your mouth off your skull!”

↣ Even with a self proclaimed self control, this is a wolf that will not hold back her frustration or anger when she feels it, oftentimes losing control over her actions and words. Akhlut is known for having very little patience and tolerance, especially when things do not go her way, when things of her position are taken without her consent, or if she’s being treated lowly by someone she doesn’t consider superior to her. Her size if her size doesn’t scare you enough, her voice will, no one will want to get near her if her anger is high. It’ll take her a while before she can ground herself again.

➸ History ➸

Imaq, as she was once called, was born in the harsh and cold lands of Iztak, a pack of endless war deep into the far north, by the sea. Her father, Karas, was the all-powerful ruler, considered a demigod by his pack; they called him the Archangel. 

The winter that greeted her birth was one of the most brutal the land had ever seen, killing her entire litter, all but her. On that cold night, the first thing her eyes would see when they'd opened were her mother's eyes, Lady Delia's... momma’s eyes. Some had told her that hers and her mother's were identical, the same pale blue eyes. Her uncle, the doctor, used to come and see her every now and then; he was one of the only ones who treated momma well. As she grew older, she remembered her young life better; most of the other pups — siblings of other mothers — wouldn't talk to her, the adults wouldn't come near her; her mother told her it was because her father was the King and she should be treated as such. 

The King, her father, didn't play much of a part in the first few months of her life, but every time she saw him, he looked at her with pride, and that gave her some confidence - made her remember that she was the heir, his daughter, and she began to act like it. When she reached her first year, she stood proudly before the rest of the pack, able to truly see the power of her domain; something her mother openly despised around her. Momma would confess to her the powerlessness she and the rest of the females had, but Imaq would argue back, saying that she was one of the Archangel's brides, how much power she had. Momma never told her what she went through behind the doors, that was something she would find out in the future.

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It was strange that early morning when her father woke her from her bed. It was even stranger when he asked her to follow him. She didn't want to wake her mother, so she left their den in silence, following her father's footsteps. 

“You are strong, Imaq, for that I am grateful and proud. The Gods are grateful and proud.”

He began to say as they walked through the tall, black trees of their territory, towards the icy fjords that led to the ocean. She was a firm believer in her gods, the Coal Gods as they called them, gigantic beasts twice the size of any bison, caribou or moose that thrived in the depths of the dark, cold sea. Their songs carried curses and blessings, but she had never heard any of them, not until this moment. As soon as her paws touched the ice, she could not only hear it, but it echoed through the water and her body. It felt so strong, so... powerful. Her father told her to follow him deeper into the ice, and she did, the songs of the gods growing louder. 

And there, in the middle of the vast fjord, she could make out great cracks that revealed the water beneath her paws. Her father walked to the edge of one of the cracks, and it didn't take Imaq a second to keep up, still amazed at the creatures that met her eyes. She could count at least ten, no - a dozen orcas - the Gods, swimming around her underwater, just as they had been told in stories and legends. She barely noticed when his father raised his voice again.

“Everyone in this land, Imaq, has a place. We are meant to be at the top, the Gods know this, that is why they have blessed me, they speak through me.” The girl was barely paying attention, her head moving closer to the shore each time, unable to stop watching the giant creatures swim by. 

“But everything on this earth needs balance, that's why they gave you to me. One blessing for another.” She barely realised what he was saying, it all happened too fast, for before she could react she felt fangs digging into her neck, lifting her up and throwing her into the crack.

And before she knew it, she was sinking into the dark depths of the water, the only source of light being the cracks; there she could make out the silhouette of her father, still standing on the ice. He didn't stay, he walked away in seconds. Had she done something wrong? She was his daughter, the King's daughter! Why had he done this? More questions swirled around her head, but soon vanished as she saw them closer than ever, the Coal Gods. Their songs drilled into her skull and bones, they were gigantic beasts with mouths as big as a wolf twice her size, she was terrified for she knew she would die in the jaws of the Gods. In any way she could, she tried to move upwards, swim, kick, whatever she could, just to get away as the monsters got closer and closer. It wasn't enough, her energy ran out as fast as her breath, and little by little her whole world went black.

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The blinding sunlight was the first thing to wake her, she was confused, frightened and very, very cold. Her lungs forced her to cough up what felt like gallons of saltwater - her eyes desperately searching around her, trying to understand what had happened, where she was. She was on a coast she'd never seen before in her life, the smells were strange and she didn't know how long it had been. Before she could process what had happened, she was startled by heads popping out of the water, orcas peering out and staring at her. Frightened, she dragged herself away from the water's edge, her body too exhausted to stand. What surprised her was that the creatures didn't move or make a sound, just kept watching her. Imaq was still frightened, but it was her curiosity that made her approach the huge black and white giants, some small, some large. Of the group, one began to approach as she had, both came close enough that their noses touched, and somehow; Imaq was no longer afraid.

In time, she learned that her only chance to survive and return was to follow them and pray that they didn't lead her down the wrong path. Day after day, the orcas never left her side, and when she went into the water to catch fish, they never harmed her, sometimes even sharing their own food with the young she-wolf. Imaq could not understand their songs, but she never ceased to appreciate how they accompanied her every day; then little by little, she began to sing back. It wasn't long before the lands around her felt familiar, the winds now smelled of home - she had done it, she had returned to Iztak. With one last touch from their rubbery skin, she said goodbye to these beautiful creatures she didn't see as Gods anymore, but as friends.

Returning to Iztak, she couldn't help but wonder: had her father really tried to kill her? No, it must’ve been an accident, she must’ve tripped, or…. What did her mother mean by being powerless? Was she all right? Did some wolf in Iztak miss her? All those wandering thoughts followed her every step until she could reach the mainland, it was there when she saw them. Karas, the King, her father - holding her mother's face in the dirt, shouting at her; the rest of the Alpha's wives could only watch; terrified.

“When will you give me more pups?! Every one of them has met my standards, except you! The moment you become useless to me, you'll meet the same end as your first child!”

Useless, her momma, the kindest, happiest one, the one who never let her smile fade, was thrown into the dirt and called useless as if she were nothing. A feeling rose deep inside the young wolf, a burning rage that spread through her body like wildfire. She wanted to jump up and defend her, to throw him away like he had done to her momma. But no, Karas had tried to kill her once, she had been served as a sacrifice; and now she knew he would try again - she would have to be patient.

Covering her scent with salt water, she stayed hidden from the rest of the pack for a good while. She watched the soldiers, how they trained, how they fought, how they killed; and she learned little by little. She saw how her mother and the rest of the brides and females were mistreated; thrown and kicked as if they were rubbish - the only one there to protect them was the kind doctor. Day after day she trained alone, building her strength until the time was right - the only company she had was that of the pod of orcas who wouldn't leave her by herself. The only thing keeping her from breaking was their songs; she kept singing with them, in their tongue and her own. In the winter of her second year, a killer winter hit the land, so deadly that it forced the entire pack to relocate, the perfect time.

The cold had done most of the damage, really, she only had to follow the trail of frozen wolves to get to the main travelling party. And it was there, under the blizzard, that she began her attack - soldier after soldier, she bit, ripped and tore without hesitation, after all they'd done, all he'd done, Imaq wanted every last one of them dead. The snow swirling around her surely helped, a wolf her size could hide until almost every soldier in Kara's army had been killed. But it backfired when she was surprised by a white wolf of her own size, the King. Their fight was fierce and bloody, with pieces of flesh and fur strewn about - she knew from his expression that he didn't recognise her, and she didn't care. But for a brief moment, almost seconds, her eyes glanced off into the distance to see a small, dark, furred wolf curled up in fear next to a larger, red-furred one; it was the nice doctor and her momma, away and safe. Even if it was only for a few seconds, she could feel a small relief; but the moment was rather short after the teeth that had sunk into her face had drawn her attention back to the white wolf that was trying to kill her... again.

With a swift blow, she pinned the Archangel to the ground. She wanted him to look into her eyes, to see who she was. His face turned to horror the moment he saw her directly.

“A-AKHLUT!” were the last words the King uttered before she grabbed his jaw and ripped it from his skull. The Akhlut, the sea demon, half mortal, half god - half wolf, half orca. A name she had earned for herself.

When she turned her head back in her mother's direction, neither she nor the nice doctor were anywhere near. It was for the best, she knew, she couldn't face her mother again, not after what she had done in front of her. What she hadn't expected was to be approached by females, pups, former slaves; frightened but hopeful at the same time. Now at a closer distance, one by one they bowed before her - she knew it then, she was the heir, she was the new ruler of Iztak by birthright... but she couldn't do it. The reason she killed Karas wasn't power, revenge or even the search for freedom, she didn't even know. All she knew was that she didn't want anything, no title, no lands, nothing.

“Iztak died the moment Karas did, you are all free to go and do as you please.” Was the only thing she said before she walked past each wolf that bowed to her, leaving them to their own luck.

And so she walked and walked and walked towards the storm, leaving behind her former self, her mother, her home, everything. Perhaps it was time to make her own way.

➸ Trivia:

↣ Surprisingly enough, Akhlut possesses a very talented singing voice. She will sing to herself every now and then and won’t feel ashamed doing it in front of others. After spending lots of time with a killer whale pod, she’s been heard singing both in wolf and orca tongues alike. 

↣ Even with her enormous height, she will not hunch when talking to anyone, only with wolves she mayorly respects, like her task superiors or Jarl only.

↣ She is scared to be around pups or small (and non edible) creatures; she think she could accidentally crush them.

➸ In-group Activity:

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