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Nicknames: N/A Race: Moakai Gender: Female Physical Description: Tall and thiccc. Class: Summoner DnD Equivalent: The Fathomless Warlock
3 Base Traits: Possessive, Manipulative, Ambitious Personality:
Once Kalua has deemed something to be hers you’re more likely to lose a finger than you are to take it from her. After being abandoned and then subsequently raised with others who had little to spare, she’s learned to fight for anything she wants and will do so with stubborn vigor. It doesn’t matter to if the object was ever actually up for grabs or not; if she wants it Kalua is going to have it. She’s also loathed to trade away her things and will only ever do so for those who have managed to earn her favor or have something equally as enticing to offer.
As she’s grown Kalua has become the Queen of Gaslighting. She’s an utterly toxic person to be around because she’ll flip your words in a way that makes her look innocent or at the very least uninvolved. Since she isn’t much of a physical fighter Kalua has had to learn how to outsmart her opponents and she’s done so in a way that would leave a bad taste in the mouth of anyone with morals. Unfortunately for those closest to her, she’s long since left those behind.
Kalua’s dreams have no limits and neither do her aspirations. She wants to raise herself so high that she’ll never be looked down upon or cast aside ever again. Any plans she concocts are shared to an extent to those in her inner circle, but never in their entirety lest someone decide to backstab her. One day she’ll have everything she’s ever wanted and she won’t have to wait for someone to decide she’s worthy enough to have it.
Tidbits -Prefers the night to midday. Too much sunlight makes her cranky -Loves babies, hates children. Once they're able to talk Kalua loses all interest in them
History
Kalua is the youngest of two children born to a thief. She and her elder brother, Hiapo, were abandoned the moment children became more of a liability than she was willing to handle. They were passed to a Hapuna named Kona, though she was called Grandmother Kona by those who knew her best. In Elikapeka it was known that she cared for foundlings until they could handle themselves or until someone else took them from her. Life under Kona could be hard, but for children who knew little else it simply was.
Unlike his sister, Hiapo had been old enough to remember their mother and vowed to one day track her down. As far as Kalua cared they'd been left behind so it was best to move on, but Hiapo thought differently. Their mother loved them and wasn't the cold hearted thief Grandmother Kona painted her to be. It was the one thing they fought about the most and because Kalua had been so young when they were left behind Hiapo just would not listen to her when she spoke out against their mother. What kind of loving woman would abandon her children so far away from their own kind and not come back for them?! She was a known thief, one who had even stolen from her own group! Kalua and Hiapo even had names meaning 'first' and 'second' child so what else was there to say?!
The more they grew the further the siblings started to drift from one another. Hiapo did his best to study the area around them and learn cartography. Kalua, on the other hand, began running with a gang of other orphans and picking pockets. What started out as a quick way to make some coin is quickly developing into more the older she gets. The jobs are getting harder, the stakes are growing higher, but Kalua has no desire to stop.
Kalua doesn't much care that her brother disapproves. Part of her hates the way he looks at her now, or rather, the way he avoids looking at her and the other wishes he would just give in.
Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 11:02 am
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Prentice [WE] Stuck in a Storm - Lana [WE] Truth or Dare - Lana [Kahi] Lesson Learned - Caolan
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 11:02 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2024 3:27 pm
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Character Name: Kalua Class Promotion: Elementalist [Summoner] Current Location: Haukea Journal:x Growth Point Links: [5] Solo One - x [5] Stuck in a Storm - Lana [5] Truth or Dare - Lana [5] Lesson Learned - Caolan
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2024 3:32 pm
Prentice Solo 1
Kalua knew the moment she saw her brother standing in the entryway that she wasn’t going to have a good evening. She’d slept the better part of the day and now that the sun was starting to set the young Moakai was ready to start her work. Her only problem was the worthless obstacle blocking her path. Hiapo stood with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes boring down at her over the rim of his spectacles. Where he’d even gotten the things she wasn’t sure, but she knew they hadn’t been made for him. They were broken in several spots and held together by prayers, not to mention the headaches he got just from wearing the stupid things. Hiapo claimed they helped him see close up; she just thought they made him look like an idiot.
“Where are you going?” Even with her advancing he didn’t budge. Her brother wasn’t nearly as broad as he could have been if he’d trained, but he wasn’t as gangly as he’d once been. Dockwork was doing Hiapo some favors, even if it didn’t pay him nearly enough.
“Out, clearly.” She motioned to her bag and the sandals she was reaching for. When he shifted again to stop her Kalua sighed. “What do you want, Hiapo?”
“The city guard were here again Kalua.”
“And did they bring any evidence this time?”
“No, but-”
“Then what do you want me to do? Admit to a crime I never committed?” They both knew that without proper evidence no one was going to drag an innocent ‘child’ to the holding cells. They needed more than a few whispered words to lock her up and so far they didn’t even have enough cohesive rumors to do a proper investigation. “A few old men with too much ale pinned a mugging on the first group of kids that passed through. They’ve searched our rooms - twice - and found none of the stolen goods. Lana doesn’t even have bruises on their knuckles and do you really think if we’d been involved in a fight that they wouldn’t have something on them?”
And that was the best part. One of their members had healing magic and no one but the group knew. So if one of them did happen to walk away with a few scraps then there wouldn’t even be a scar by morning. She had to give up a little bit more of their loot than she’d wanted to just to keep them, but investments were necessary.
“If they keep showing up Grandmother Kona is going to throw you out.” At this point Hiapo sounded more exhausted than anything else. The Moakai wore his emotions on his sleeve and every line of worry bled through his anger. It was stupid, really; the lengths he would go to just to ‘save his sister from a life of ruin’. She couldn’t have found it more pathetic if she tried. “I don’t make enough at the docks to support both of us, but if you give me some time I’ll find a second job. We can make it work if you would just…try.”
Kalua turned to face him fully and sighed. Her shoulders relaxed, curls bouncing against her shoulders while her wide eyes took in the sight. Where some might have seen a brother earnestly reaching out for his kin all she saw was weakness. A gullible man whose dreams of cartography were being trampled day after day because no one cared about an orphan with no connections, no experience and no coin. He had nothing so in their eyes he was nothing. It didn’t matter than Hiapo studied the seas surrounding their island for years; what good was he, if he hadn’t grown up on a ship? Studied under the right person, at the right time, with all of lifes wonders tossed at his feet?
And wasn’t it just fun that he saw her as the charity case.
“Hiapo, how much coin do you have? Just - guess for me.”
Her brother frowned. “In total or on me?”
“Either or.” Kalua shrugged.
“After expenses I’d say I have about…three hundred?”
Kalua clucked her tongue. “You’ve been working for six months and all you have to your name are three hundred coins?” She reached inside of her bag, pulled out a smaller satchel and dropped it with a casualness that belied the wealth inside. The moment the pouch hit the ground a bevy of fat, shiny coins spilled out in every direction. “If you were so destitute all you had to do was say so. Maybe you should try to keep your head above water before you lord yourself over anyone else, hmm? There’s four hundred in the bag. Well, the floor now. Take it and move. I have places to be.” And after a beat she added, “Oh and Hiapo? I really couldn’t care less if Kona threw me out. I’m only staying because it’s free.”
The shock that consumed him was enough for Kalua to stoop down, snatch up her sandals and slip out the front. Whether he picked up the coin or not she didn’t care. Losing that much all at once would hurt, sure, but hadn’t it felt good? To throw it back in his face like that? Spirits she was giddy off the thrill of it as she maneuvered down the street. There wasn’t a shop she didn’t stop at on her way to the meeting spot and by the time she showed up, nearly an hour late, Kalua’s arms were full of food.
“And where have you been?” A voice snapped at her. Before she even looked at the voice Kalua threw a fish skewer towards it and only grinned when the voice eagerly tore into it.
“Sorry for the wait, Tasari; Hiapo stopped me again.” She moved closer to a low stone wall and laid out the spread for anyone to take. Or rather, made it look as if anyone could take some. They all knew well enough to stay away until she’d given the all clear.
“He’s gettin’ nosey,” Tasari hissed. The smaller, scarred Hapuna slunk around a corner with their skewer nearly already devoured. “You sure we shouldn’t just let Lana get rid of ‘im?”
“If I do that I’ll have every guard in this blasted city breathing down my neck. Lana isn’t capable of stealth and you know it.” She pinched off a bit of sweet bread and threw it in her mouth. As tempting as it was to send their resident heathen after him she needed Hiapo alive. “I’ll take care of him.”
“You better,” Tasari snarled. “Or I will. I’ll not have him ruin our plans and if I find out you-”
“Or I what you simple minded fool?” Kalua crooned. “Without me you would have nothing. No plans, no connections, no food. Our plans are my plans, but if you feel you can do better please, go ahead. Start your own group.” A horribly devilish grin split her face and the green of her eyes took on a toxic glow. “But remember, where I go so does Lana.”
Which meant that if she snapped her fingers that terrifying freak would attack. She knew it was a gamble; that they were just as likely to turn on her as they were anyone else, but Kalua liked to hedge her bets. No one else had to know that except for her. It was enough of a threat to get Tasari to back down, though not without a fair amount of grumbling. Kalua kept an eye on them for the rest of the night, keen on making sure her pawn knew it’s place. She wasn’t in charge of things – not by a long shot – but if anyone was going to outrank her she’d be damned if it was Tasari.
As much as she tried to keep her mind on other things her thoughts kept returning to Hiapo. Every bit of downtime she had Kalua thought of him and it irritated her. Why? Why now should she think on her lackwit brother? He had so much potential and he was wasting it so why did she have to waste her time fussing over him?!
In the wee hours of the morning she returned to Grandmother Kona’s home and was surprised to see him, once again, darkening their doorstep. This time he was sitting, however, and propped up against the doorframe. Was he....Was Hiapo drunk? Kalua furrowed her brows as she stepped closer. The Moakai bent down and very nearly shook him when he muttered something under his breath before falling back asleep. So he’d...waited for her....all night? When he didn’t even live here and had work?
Work he was going to be late to if he didn’t wake up.
For a moment she stood by, contemplating whether or not she should go through with it, but ultimately Kalua ended up giving his thigh a little kick. Hiapo jolted away with a sputter, his spectacles nearly falling off his face, and before he’d even looked up she was already going through the doorway.
“Good morning, starshine.”
Without looking back Kalua shut the door.
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2024 2:58 pm
Class Choice - Summoner
With the fathomless night shrouding her, Kalua lifted the heavy brass knocker and gave it three distinctive knocks. In the eerily quiet void the sound rang clear. A summoning; a beckoning. For one so young with so little experience in her craft she should have been safely tucked away from the horrors within and yet, Kalua eagerly sought them out. What lay inside, or rather who, would unlock power the likes of which she could only dream of. Power that she knew to be hers.
The figure that answered her call was a wraith of a Hapuna whose skin may once have been vibrant but now looked the hue of dried blood. She stepped to the side to usher Kalua in, taking only a moment to run her nail along a set of runs outside her door and in a flash of violet light the door sealed itself shut. The first time Kalua had visited the Hapuna she’d thought herself locked in and only after several sessions did she realize it wasn’t to keep her in; it was to keep others out. It was a spell that hadn’t yet been taught to her, likely to keep her from coming in unannounced, but she would have it one day.
“You’re late.” The Hapuna’s quiet tone lacked accusation or curiosity; it was merely a fact, one that chuffed her. When Kalua looked her way she saw the wraith’s eyes taking her in, no doubt assessing what the other could have been up to, before turning back to the task at hand. She led the teenager through the building or rather, set of conjoined buildings. The space itself was built as if several smaller buildings had been pressed together, creating a sort of labyrinth within and the one time Kalua had tried to sneak away she’d gotten lost immediately. Each room – each hut - had it’s own distinctive layout, color scheme, and aesthetic. One was a bright as a tropical seascape, stereotypically Hapuna, while the other felt more akin to a river and the last, the ones they stopped in, were unmistakenly cavelike.
Kalua knew this with her soul because while the huts were connected they were also dug down into the earth, twisting and winding until eventually there were in an actual cave. From the outside the conglomeration of huts may as well have been a squatters village. But within was a mansion built for one extremely, crafty occultist hag.
The way the Hapuna walked belied her age. Kalua only knew her to be as young as she really was because of talk around the port, and many were quick to say that the dark magic she wielded was what caused her body to twist as it did. Her spine was bent, as if the magic were pulling her down and her limbs...Kalua didn’t see how she could even move them. They were twisted, gnarled like coral in a reef that hadn’t properly formed and while she walked they didn’t look entirely real. When she cast spells, though? When she pulled from the darkness of the ocean itself to bend to her will? They were as fluid as any wave.
That was why night after night Kalua always made sure to stop here. She’d seen the woman bring down a group of sailor’s who tried to bring her in for questioning and the way she’d dealt with them had been so horrifying that Kalua knew she needed it. What would have turned so many others away drew her in and she knew that the look on her face must have been echoed in the Hapuna’s because she hadn’t questioned bringing her into the fold. The sorts of magic she had to teach were a gift from the sea itself; from the forces of the oceans no one wanted to touch because of their own weaknesses. What did it matter if her entire being was sacrificed? What did it matter if after she died, her soul may never find rest? She would be just as powerful in death as she was in life with the sea’s resources at her fingertips and if Kalua was strong enough, so would she.
So many times in her life Kalua had experienced magic, but hadn’t feel this pull. She’d seen healers mend flesh and magicians make flowers appear behind the ears of pretty, giggling twists. Not once had she felt the sort of magical allure that she felt now. With that sort of magic she could bend the entire city to her will and never feel the effects of poverty again. Gone would be the days of keeping her head down, of bowing to anyone else’s will beyond her own and if all she needed was to submit herself to the sea then so be it. What could it possibly take that she wasn’t ready to give?
After a time Kalua started to call her what the villagers did; Ino. Bad. She had explained before that when she started her practice she’d given up her name and that since she hadn’t needed a new one she’d never bothered to take one. Ino rarely left her caverns so all the payment she required from Kalua was supplies to make meals and other things. Magical components she’d said, and over time the oddity of the supplies made more sense. Fish bones, the hair of certain animals, fingers...The sorts of things so many others would run from. At first Kalua hadn’t been so certain it would help her with any sorts of magic, especially since she’d never really shown a gift for it, but then came her first spell.
When lightning had pooled into her hand for the first time her blood had singed. Down to her very core she felt the raw power of nature ripping out of her very bones and knew if she just gave the lightest flick of her wrist a life could be taken. She had that sort of control. And then she’d been shown how to create a spectral tentacle, the same sort she’d seen Ino use to rip a man straight from the dock and slam into the side of a building. As frustrating as her lack of control now was Kalua knew that with practice – and spirits would she need it – it would come to her naturally. As naturally as breathing, Ino said.
She needed only to give herself over to the magic and let it tell her how best to proceed. But the thing was Kalua never gave herself over to anyone. Instead of giving herself over to it she pulled on that thread of magic, coaxing it further and further out of hiding until she could get a firm grasp on it. You’ll give me everything you have and more. I need MORE.
Training with Ino came at a cost. For weeks she didn’t take on as many jobs as before, but the ones she did participate in had far greater results. Kalua may have been over eager to experiment with her new gifts, but she wasn’t sloppy. If anything they just gave rise to the cold, calculating mind behind the magic and gods was she pleased.
As her skill grew so too did Ino’s caution. Whether the Hapuna found her to be an ally or a threat Kalua didn’t know. For as much as she taught Kalua there always seemed to be something she held back. A spell she was a little hesitant at showing or a technique that Kalua had to source out for herself. She didn’t know whether that was just her preferred form of teaching or if the other had finally started to see her as something other than a student.
It wasn’t as if it hadn’t crossed her mind; eliminating Ino. But she wasn’t strong enough yet, still needed to learn so much more, and while she was sure most of it would come to her in time Kalua didn’t want to waste her younger years trying. She NEEDED that power NOW. And the fastest way to get it was to bide her time, to learn that summoning through Ino but to always keep an eye on her ‘fellow’ mage.
“Is there a reason you look at me the way you do?” Ino commented one humid, stormy night.
“And what way is that?”
There was something in Ino’s eyes that clicked. Something in Kalua’s tone had given it away, but it mattered little. Kalua knew enough now that Ino didn’t want to be alone and Kalua was fine giving her the company so long as she ripped the magical training out of her. For a time it would be mutually beneficial and when it wasn’t Kalua would bring Lana to visit. She hadn’t yet shared this place with anyone and wasn’t planning on it during the immediate future. Beyond that? Who owas to say.
“When you go home tonight, practice surrounding yourself in cold. That will be our next lesson. You’ll be learning to create a barrier around yourself to block others and to freeze them should they hit you.”
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