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Here is my updated design and rename of Kaliki to Klak!
for each of these redesigns I’m writing up a little story style bio for them, which has been really interesting as I’ve never written much of Klak where he wasn’t just a support character. It’s cool getting to know him as the focus. Making me glad I plan to have characters come and go from the main plot.
anyway, here’s a little info on ya boi Klak!
Klak started his life as a mortal Triclops the central planet of our story, named Frenran.
As a youth he summoned a demon with strong will and asked to escape death, rumors had run wild as many claimed to be offered deals with these demons at their weakest point. Klak however, seeker it out only out of fear of no other afterlife.
His afterlife had a cost of a few hundred years of service under the elder demons. While there were a few options, the job opportunities were limited, and often changed day to day based on what an elder would assign a low-rank demon, called a Hokey, Klak found himself in that underclass and struggled to please his handler elder, until he collaborated with some other Hokeys, who were earthlings. They discussed the mail system on earth, and together compiled their plans for a similar system within the demon society.
Klak was the one to present, as earthling demons are viewed as less reliable and loyal than the creatures of Frenran. He sold it as a way to save the precious time of the elders, but in the end, it mostly became an extra degree of separations from very reactive and vengeful creatures, from those who were mis-sold this afterlife. This would be adopted by the on the ground rebellion against the elders, creating a system of contact for each smaller group, mixing standard organization, and a little bit of transportation magic, leaving a slight trail, but elders hooves rarely found themselves on the ground of Frenran any more.
Klak stays close to the elders but is playing both sides, just trying to make things easier on the always growing Hokeys under the Elders ownership.
He truly wants to help most people he comes across, but his focus on this can often blind him to the long term effects of his actions.
His mortal life was simple, one of many children, working fields for most of his childhood. The Triclopes people lived in many settlements that were shared with the other races from across Frenrar, they tended to have a strong sense of community, this had granted Klak the privilege of getting to know a large variety of folks and helped him develop his social skills and pitching skills.
He lived to the age of 40, at which time he passed in his sleep of organ failure.
Without a clue of what happened, he was revived and given a new body, matching how he looked younger, but with tints of demons, his skin was a warm flame, he grew a tail and two horns from his head. A new tattoo-like marking twisted around his stomach, the outline in dark maroon in the shape of vines with leaves and flower blossoms. His reflection felt like someone he once knew, but felt alien for a few decades, the pressure of this mental discomfort made it difficult for him to spin lies to encourage others to join him.
he's just a chill lil postman.

Description

Here is my updated design and rename of Kaliki to Klak!
for each of these redesigns I’m writing up a little story style bio for them, which has been really interesting as I’ve never written much of Klak where he wasn’t just a support character. It’s cool getting to know him as the focus. Making me glad I plan to have characters come and go from the main plot.
anyway, here’s a little info on ya boi Klak!
Klak started his life as a mortal Triclops the central planet of our story, named Frenran.
As a youth he summoned a demon with strong will and asked to escape death, rumors had run wild as many claimed to be offered deals with these demons at their weakest point. Klak however, seeker it out only out of fear of no other afterlife.
His afterlife had a cost of a few hundred years of service under the elder demons. While there were a few options, the job opportunities were limited, and often changed day to day based on what an elder would assign a low-rank demon, called a Hokey, Klak found himself in that underclass and struggled to please his handler elder, until he collaborated with some other Hokeys, who were earthlings. They discussed the mail system on earth, and together compiled their plans for a similar system within the demon society.
Klak was the one to present, as earthling demons are viewed as less reliable and loyal than the creatures of Frenran. He sold it as a way to save the precious time of the elders, but in the end, it mostly became an extra degree of separations from very reactive and vengeful creatures, from those who were mis-sold this afterlife. This would be adopted by the on the ground rebellion against the elders, creating a system of contact for each smaller group, mixing standard organization, and a little bit of transportation magic, leaving a slight trail, but elders hooves rarely found themselves on the ground of Frenran any more.
Klak stays close to the elders but is playing both sides, just trying to make things easier on the always growing Hokeys under the Elders ownership.
He truly wants to help most people he comes across, but his focus on this can often blind him to the long term effects of his actions.
His mortal life was simple, one of many children, working fields for most of his childhood. The Triclopes people lived in many settlements that were shared with the other races from across Frenrar, they tended to have a strong sense of community, this had granted Klak the privilege of getting to know a large variety of folks and helped him develop his social skills and pitching skills.
He lived to the age of 40, at which time he passed in his sleep of organ failure.
Without a clue of what happened, he was revived and given a new body, matching how he looked younger, but with tints of demons, his skin was a warm flame, he grew a tail and two horns from his head. A new tattoo-like marking twisted around his stomach, the outline in dark maroon in the shape of vines with leaves and flower blossoms. His reflection felt like someone he once knew, but felt alien for a few decades, the pressure of this mental discomfort made it difficult for him to spin lies to encourage others to join him.
he's just a chill lil postman.