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-=Meet the Kamadan Stalkers=-
Name: Sankofa Jimiyu
Race: Human of Elonan ancestry
Occupation: Mesmer
Hobby: Artificing and low-key potion peddler
Mesmer main, Sankofa is the Pact Commander and leader of the Kamadan Stalkers. Curious and determined, she does her best to exceed expectations whenever possible, despite her personal insecurities. She is besties with the Norn Berserker, Sera dër Skulhund.
Name: Kappow
Race: Asuran Synergetics Golemancy Reasearcher
Occupation: NecroCurious Minionmancer
Hobby: Blacksmith
Kappow is leads the Stalker’s R&D krewe and specializes in studies of death magic conversion in application for everyday use. Like other Asurans, she will devolve into using technobabble that will confuse her guildmates, but tinged with a bit of macabre frankness that even gives pause to her krewemates during lunch breaks.
She also has a disjointed old plushie that Toymaker Tixx gifted her that follows her around. Its eerie mews sound like they are far away as she cuddles her little, “Beans”
Name: Thwisp
Race: Sylvari from the Garden of Dawn
Occupation: Ranger
Hobby: Leatherworking and running around nekkid (Her leaves fell off)
While Thwisp loves all her animal companions, she is bonded deeply with her fern hound, Mandrake. Her curiosity has gotten her in and out trouble often, but she is attuned to the strengths of her pets and together they overcome most challenges.
Like her name, Thwisp’s voice is quiet and light. Her sister, Serphyre, often will advocate in her stead when others may dismiss her wisdom of the natural world around them.
Name: Sera dër Skulhund
Race: Wolfborn Norn
Occupation: Berserker
Hobby: Cooking and bashing assholes
Foul-mouthed, loud and stubborn as a dolyak bull, Sera is happiest when she is cooking, or smashing someonesomething to bits. In between cooking and smashing she can be too drunk to remember what she smashed the day before. Sera’s temper is only matched by her passion. She loves to find new and exotic ingredients and make local dishes that remind her friends of home, hearth and their bonds. She Is best buds with Sankofa, even though she is a flaky Mez, often spars with Mala.
And a strange dislike of pirates…
Name: Mala Searsoul
Race: Charr Bood Legion Gladium and Pact Tactician
Occupation: Floofybutt Guardian
Hobby: Armorworking
Mala is a visionary. She joined the Vigil after the defeat of Zhaitan and was stationed with the Pact soon after. Her keen tactical sense has made her invaluable to the Stalkers. She came to meet Sera during her time as a stubborn recruit. She knocked Sera round for a while and got the feel for her style. She suggested that she change her tactics when fighting, leading Sera to adopt her signature weapon: A Ice and Earth imbued Hammer called “The Tenderizer”. Mala came to regret the advice as she has not been able to beat Sera since.
Name: Serphyre
Race: Sylvari from the Garden of Night
Occupation: Elementalist Healer
Hobby: Jewlerycrafting
Serphyre is beautiful. But rather than flaunt it in arrogance, she uses it to inspire, advocate and give hope to others. Because of this, she is actually quite self conscious about how others perceive her failures. That in failing, she may cause others to lose heart. On the battlefield, she is a summer’s kiss that staves of the chill of death. But the darkness in her eyes is there for a reason.
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Freebie for the prompts~
hhhmg i really wanted to write for HavardrxSkarti-
Fireworks boomed above. The massive steading grumbled softly, one explosion going off quite closeby. The ginger norn chuckled, pulling the instrument closer on his lap. His fingers moved deftly and carefully, well acquainted with all the pieces of what was more machine than most other instruments.
Its music combatted the booming as best it could, echoing distantly in the hall. His good eye scanned the crowd. His fingers moved without him looking. Norn and charr drank, asura studied. He noted a sylvari getting pushed by his friends to chug a stein. Havardr chuckled warmly.
Dragon Bash was his favorite holiday.
Skarti watched the group like Hawk. His eyes darted to and fro between the revelers. All here for fun, no one here to cause problems. Besides! There were enough wolfborn to stop it if something got out of hand. Rarely blinking. Hm… That wouldn’t do.
As he finished one bout, the guardian stood. He handed the instrument to his father- old but wise fingers taking over, a sylvari darting over and asking for lessons- and strode over. He grabbed two steins on the way, beaming as he almost hit Skarti in the chest with one.
Knuttson’s eyes widened in a start, hands darting up to grab the wood and try to catch the sloshing booze.
“Come on, Skarti!” Havardr hooked his arm over his old friend’s shoulder and took a swig, “Let yourself have fun, it’s Dragon Bash!”
Skarti smiled warmly, though his brows raised in the middle. “You know I can’t, Var.” He took a sip, “I have to keep watch. Leader of the wolfbo-”
“Skarti Knuttson.” Havardr didn’t know he had that tone in him on a night like this. Skarti raised a brow, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. “You work every day. Let go tonight. If you take care of everyone, who takes care of you?”
Knut’s son turned his eyes from the ginger to look over the partying folks. All just there enjoying themselves. Everyone there having fun.
“You do.” He smiled and took a swig.
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