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The question isn't who is going to let me, it's who is going to stop me.

Name: Dalach
Codename and badge number: Aconite 013
Age: 31
Gender: Male – he/him
Orientation: Gay
Species: Hybrid (Pegasus x unicorn)
Build: friesian
Height: 16.3 hh
Coat Color: grey on silver classic champagne w/ birdcatcher spots

Herd Affiliation: Vagabond (originally from Breim)
Rank: Ranger – Secretly the Ascendant
Patron “god”: Digend

Talents: locked
Blessing1: Dalach’s Calling (corrupted Astral Projection)
Blessing2: Psychic manipulation
Familiar: locked

Dalach’s Calling:
Dalach can send his consciousness directly to someone who is calling him, or whose heart is filled with doubt towards the gods. Dalach is able to shield his true identity from them and may only be heard and seen by the one who summoned them. Dalach is not able to wander or seek out minds freely - he can only come to those whose minds are open to receiving him.

APPEARANCE:
x Uphill and well-built light draft build
x Mane, tail and fetlocks are wavy
x Horn attaches behind both ears
x Eyes are golden

PERSONALITY:
Perceptive and empathetic, supremely alert and witty, ruthless in his use on knowledge gained. Manipulative and controlling, a dangerous yet insidious webweaver. Thinks himself righteous; objectively good, but morally lacking. Masterfully deceitful, even with himself, eloquent enough to pass his word as gospel. Extroverted and comfortable in a crowd, never blends in. Naturally charismatic, a charmer, an insufferably cocky boy. Inquisitive and educated, hungry for knowledge.
So very hungry.

First thing one notices about Dalach is his talent for words - his ability to string words together in speech or on paper. He is a painter with words. Daring charmer with a penchant for the natural power games of discussion, he manages to say much while revealing little. Leaves conversations having gained far more than he gave. Leading questions, loaded compliments, flirting; all are mere tools in his arsenal. Enjoyment derived from connections and discussions is genuine to him - extroverted and social Dalach is happiest buzzing around his newest person of interest.
Armed with years of observing the subtle and reserved equines of Breim, he is supremely perceptive when it comes to social cues - he knows when to stop, when to push. Careful to offend just enough to get others off balance, quick to apologize if stepping too far. Always a bit cocky - smug and keenly aware of his abilities. It adds to his charm, he thinks, but the air of superiority is palpable. Like a moth to a flame, he is drawn to the spotlight he thinks is his by right.

His empathy and ability to understand others is genuine - his care for them much less so. Paints himself as a man of caring, one without judgement. He will tell you you’re beautiful, special, loved, understood. He will paint scenes of comedy and tragedy of his own life with a swift lie - buy trust with honeyed words and soft eyes. He preys on that trust, the delusion of comradery that leads to vulnerability. Gossip, wrecked dreams and silent hopes are his lifeblood, the gospel of Digend his weave. Secrets are kept, but certainly not safe.

Dalach revels in chaos, yet keeps his own things organized. He plans meticulously, lies with purpose and acts with ruthless efficiency. All his sweet words and browsed books serve only one goal: the supremacy of Digend over all. As fascinating as Dalach finds the drama in the lives of others, he also finds it pitiably petty - his own eyes are set on goals far higher.

Dalach lives a lie of many layers. To survive, he must lie to everyone, especially himself. In his mind, Dalach is justified in his actions. He is righteous, a self-painted martyr. Neutrality and impartiality are values he attaches to himself as he strides through Hireath. What he has to destroy on his way are necessary sacrifices. No blood spilled is too bitter for his palate.

In the shoes of a Ranger and the highest servant of Digend, he has come to know at last the desire in the pit of his own stomach; nestled there all those years under a false stone sky. It is the will to dominate and control, to raise above the common man. To view the board from above. His glory and Digend’s are not mutually exclusive. They are one and the same. Theirs is a hunger insatiable.

The world will feel their teeth.
And the smell of copper is already in the air.

HISTORY:
It was a simple thing: two respected Umare scholars, nearing middle age fast. An arranged marriage of convenience and connections. A long-awaited son, Dalach. The cherry on top to complete the perfect picture of an idyllic, well-to-do Umare family. Their polished public image needed a child, but a child could not bring love into the match. Dalach grew up in an atmosphere of constant, but unplaceable unease - a nagging feeling with no source. Repressed emotions and whispered words reflected in Dalach as he learned not to ask or to share, as it was not proper. Instead he observed, he learned, he mirrored. The stifled silence of the home sent him outward into the wider community and the relative freedom that came with the lack of parental supervision.

Dalach’s parents were middle class, so they started their curious child out in public school. The child soon proved himself to be exceptionally talented and bright, receiving a sponsorship for studies in a private school. Entry tests were a breeze, although some of his replies were, while correct, distinctly… Unconventional. In a school better equipped to feed his natural thirst for knowledge, Dalach mainly studied social and political affairs, but dabbled in everything he could, taking extra courses and running a full timetable to include as many topics as possible. Keeping his mind on a single topic of interest was hardly possible or desirable for Dalach.
His hard work and broad knowledge earned him some esteem among his peers and teachers, leading to Dalach competing in some of the school competitions with good results. Many eyes were on him, and greatness became expected from him both at home and at school. He loved every second of it. A somewhat haughty edge began to form into his mannerisms - he knew he was good, and although bragging was hardly proper, it did not stop his budding feelings of superiority.

Graduating at 13 from his studies, Dalach, like all Breimen youths, weighed his options before choosing apprenticeship with the Watch. He followed the basic training program for a few years, and was taught about law and etiquette in a manner that had not been done at school, or especially at home. He also learned to fight, basic combat techniques to subdue wrongdoers. The job itself felt good on him, an easy role of the dutiful watchman to slip into, but his mind was distinctly not sated. He wanted more. He needed more.
He deserved more.
Despite objections from his parents, Dalach resigned his apprenticeship and signed up into university instead. He was sure that there he would find the nebulous something he was still searching for.

During his time at the university, Dalach was blessed by Alya, and received a gift that was capable of something nothing else had been thus far: it sated his urge to know and see. With his Astral projection he secretly reached out into the world, further and further as his blessing swelled within his chest, touching the world outside. First with fear and anxiety; then the haughty sureness of an intellectual - and finally hunger.
Dalach still didn’t know quite what he wanted, but he knew that nothing ordinary would do. Neither would he find happiness among the slums of Sterling, with the outskirts of Breim life belonging to the Kawaru. He was destined for great things, and he would have them. Someday, somehow.

Of course Dalach was careful not to air his thoughts, knowing them to be dangerous. He didn’t even think them in company, leaving them as the privatest of dreams, the mullings of late hours in his private chambers at home. Dalach applied himself at university and with the social circles it provided him access to. He was well-liked and well-spoken, intelligent. He found genuine happiness in conversing with his fellow students and building a net of acquaintances. He got to know his neighbors, always polite but gently prying. Dalach got good at social interactions, so much like games, observing the subtle and subdued dramas of daily life.
His keenest dream was to become a Consul, but the timing was not right, and his family lacked the reputation and connections to put him forward as a candidate. So for the first time in his life, Dalach settled. He abandoned dreams of travel and wide open worlds, becoming instead a teacher, hoping to reach many minds like his had been reached. He hoped he could make a difference.
His career had him first as a teacher at basic schooling, then an university lecturer. He was popular, lively and interesting, teaching sociology and political history.

It was his words about changing, about reaching people, gently aired in an university staffroom, that caught the attention of his collegue, Medulla . The reclusive professor approached him slowly and methodically - sitting in on some of his lectures, asking about his reading material. A common interest of a fellow academic. Quick interactions in passing became dreams, deep and restless and full of promise. Dalach felt like this was what he had been searching for, waiting for, hungering so desperately for. The dreams revealed the chaos in their universe, the unharnessed forces of change. A change that Dalach could steer. A radical shift, full of hope and dreams left unrealized.
A better world. No more chains of etiquette, no more nodding along to atrocities.

A steady indoctrination period began, but at times felt hardly needed, for Dalach readily accepted the worldview provided. Ever deeper they delved into the realms of chaos, a chaos which Dalach embraced as a savior. He was eager to learn and to be trained, to be allowed to step into shadows and not be afraid. To see and understand the mysteries of Medulla’s haunted, silent world, and those who dwelled within.
He became Medulla’s understudy and spy, a contact through which she could see the world. But even more importantly, he became her sparring partner, her challenger. For Dalach was Medulla’s equal in many ways, more so than she had expected. If she had intended him to be her puppet, she had failed.
Instead, she had a successor.

During his time with Medulla, he continued to teach, careful not to give any hint of his true beliefs to others, for the time was not right. He was blessed a second time, now by Argus. The foolishness of the gods astounded Dalach, and further turned him from them; how could Breim ever be safe, ever be better with a patron so blind? Ever deeper was his trust in Digend, the ungod, the living god. One who walked among them and was not fooled.
To her alone belonged his devotion.

Medulla herself had never enjoyed social contact, and after Dalach’s talents for it became obvious to her, the two mutually agreed that once they were ready to move forward, once Digend was strong enough, Dalach would step out of the shadows to lead them. Medulla had prepared the board for him so neatly - so many sleeping pieces among the herds, even hoof-picked students of hers.
Whispers of the Ranger council changed their plans. So well connected, their reach so free, they knew talks were being had, treaties being signed. The reach and anonymity of such a position was far too alluring, too convenient, for them to pass. The ability to come and go under a legitimate guise perfect for their uses.
So it was decided that Dalach would go, and Medulla would start their plans in his stead, starting with their agents among the Flock and Cult of Digend in the summer and autumn of 1700, as Dalach left for the Ranger training.

With his background in teaching and astonishing knowledge of history and politics, Dalach found little difficulty in gaining entry. He was careful not to reach out with his mind, not even to Medulla, trusting her to move on as had been planned. It would have been too risky, too suspicious, and Dalach needed his resume clean, and his training swiftly over.
No one suspected a thing. Cut off from his god and mission, Dalach trained and studied meticulously. He stood proudly among the first graduates of his outpost.
Then, it was time.

He reached out to her, forceful and proud. Their minds brushed, and power was exchanged.
Medulla retreated into the shadows, silence falling into her dream catacombs once more.

He felt her then. His blessing tangled, changed, twisted and corrupted. Gone was the frivolous Astral Projection, for what his God had given him was unmatched.
Dalach went out into the world, anonymous and powerful. Full of terrible hope and gentle cruelty.
For Digend’s world to rise, many would have to fall.

TRIVIA:
x Started off from Breim outpost
x If asked why he became a Ranger, he will cite a desire for world peace
x Voice actor Troy Baker, example
x Teke color invisible

CREDITS:
Design: queerly
Art and character: me
Reference: ElaineSeleneStock - 2011 - Tank - 8

Description

DALACHAP Tracker | Moodboard

The question isn't who is going to let me, it's who is going to stop me.

Name: Dalach
Codename and badge number: Aconite 013
Age: 31
Gender: Male – he/him
Orientation: Gay
Species: Hybrid (Pegasus x unicorn)
Build: friesian
Height: 16.3 hh
Coat Color: grey on silver classic champagne w/ birdcatcher spots

Herd Affiliation: Vagabond (originally from Breim)
Rank: Ranger – Secretly the Ascendant
Patron “god”: Digend

Talents: locked
Blessing1: Dalach’s Calling (corrupted Astral Projection)
Blessing2: Psychic manipulation
Familiar: locked

Dalach’s Calling:
Dalach can send his consciousness directly to someone who is calling him, or whose heart is filled with doubt towards the gods. Dalach is able to shield his true identity from them and may only be heard and seen by the one who summoned them. Dalach is not able to wander or seek out minds freely - he can only come to those whose minds are open to receiving him.

APPEARANCE:
x Uphill and well-built light draft build
x Mane, tail and fetlocks are wavy
x Horn attaches behind both ears
x Eyes are golden

PERSONALITY:
Perceptive and empathetic, supremely alert and witty, ruthless in his use on knowledge gained. Manipulative and controlling, a dangerous yet insidious webweaver. Thinks himself righteous; objectively good, but morally lacking. Masterfully deceitful, even with himself, eloquent enough to pass his word as gospel. Extroverted and comfortable in a crowd, never blends in. Naturally charismatic, a charmer, an insufferably cocky boy. Inquisitive and educated, hungry for knowledge.
So very hungry.

First thing one notices about Dalach is his talent for words - his ability to string words together in speech or on paper. He is a painter with words. Daring charmer with a penchant for the natural power games of discussion, he manages to say much while revealing little. Leaves conversations having gained far more than he gave. Leading questions, loaded compliments, flirting; all are mere tools in his arsenal. Enjoyment derived from connections and discussions is genuine to him - extroverted and social Dalach is happiest buzzing around his newest person of interest.
Armed with years of observing the subtle and reserved equines of Breim, he is supremely perceptive when it comes to social cues - he knows when to stop, when to push. Careful to offend just enough to get others off balance, quick to apologize if stepping too far. Always a bit cocky - smug and keenly aware of his abilities. It adds to his charm, he thinks, but the air of superiority is palpable. Like a moth to a flame, he is drawn to the spotlight he thinks is his by right.

His empathy and ability to understand others is genuine - his care for them much less so. Paints himself as a man of caring, one without judgement. He will tell you you’re beautiful, special, loved, understood. He will paint scenes of comedy and tragedy of his own life with a swift lie - buy trust with honeyed words and soft eyes. He preys on that trust, the delusion of comradery that leads to vulnerability. Gossip, wrecked dreams and silent hopes are his lifeblood, the gospel of Digend his weave. Secrets are kept, but certainly not safe.

Dalach revels in chaos, yet keeps his own things organized. He plans meticulously, lies with purpose and acts with ruthless efficiency. All his sweet words and browsed books serve only one goal: the supremacy of Digend over all. As fascinating as Dalach finds the drama in the lives of others, he also finds it pitiably petty - his own eyes are set on goals far higher.

Dalach lives a lie of many layers. To survive, he must lie to everyone, especially himself. In his mind, Dalach is justified in his actions. He is righteous, a self-painted martyr. Neutrality and impartiality are values he attaches to himself as he strides through Hireath. What he has to destroy on his way are necessary sacrifices. No blood spilled is too bitter for his palate.

In the shoes of a Ranger and the highest servant of Digend, he has come to know at last the desire in the pit of his own stomach; nestled there all those years under a false stone sky. It is the will to dominate and control, to raise above the common man. To view the board from above. His glory and Digend’s are not mutually exclusive. They are one and the same. Theirs is a hunger insatiable.

The world will feel their teeth.
And the smell of copper is already in the air.

HISTORY:
It was a simple thing: two respected Umare scholars, nearing middle age fast. An arranged marriage of convenience and connections. A long-awaited son, Dalach. The cherry on top to complete the perfect picture of an idyllic, well-to-do Umare family. Their polished public image needed a child, but a child could not bring love into the match. Dalach grew up in an atmosphere of constant, but unplaceable unease - a nagging feeling with no source. Repressed emotions and whispered words reflected in Dalach as he learned not to ask or to share, as it was not proper. Instead he observed, he learned, he mirrored. The stifled silence of the home sent him outward into the wider community and the relative freedom that came with the lack of parental supervision.

Dalach’s parents were middle class, so they started their curious child out in public school. The child soon proved himself to be exceptionally talented and bright, receiving a sponsorship for studies in a private school. Entry tests were a breeze, although some of his replies were, while correct, distinctly… Unconventional. In a school better equipped to feed his natural thirst for knowledge, Dalach mainly studied social and political affairs, but dabbled in everything he could, taking extra courses and running a full timetable to include as many topics as possible. Keeping his mind on a single topic of interest was hardly possible or desirable for Dalach.
His hard work and broad knowledge earned him some esteem among his peers and teachers, leading to Dalach competing in some of the school competitions with good results. Many eyes were on him, and greatness became expected from him both at home and at school. He loved every second of it. A somewhat haughty edge began to form into his mannerisms - he knew he was good, and although bragging was hardly proper, it did not stop his budding feelings of superiority.

Graduating at 13 from his studies, Dalach, like all Breimen youths, weighed his options before choosing apprenticeship with the Watch. He followed the basic training program for a few years, and was taught about law and etiquette in a manner that had not been done at school, or especially at home. He also learned to fight, basic combat techniques to subdue wrongdoers. The job itself felt good on him, an easy role of the dutiful watchman to slip into, but his mind was distinctly not sated. He wanted more. He needed more.
He deserved more.
Despite objections from his parents, Dalach resigned his apprenticeship and signed up into university instead. He was sure that there he would find the nebulous something he was still searching for.

During his time at the university, Dalach was blessed by Alya, and received a gift that was capable of something nothing else had been thus far: it sated his urge to know and see. With his Astral projection he secretly reached out into the world, further and further as his blessing swelled within his chest, touching the world outside. First with fear and anxiety; then the haughty sureness of an intellectual - and finally hunger.
Dalach still didn’t know quite what he wanted, but he knew that nothing ordinary would do. Neither would he find happiness among the slums of Sterling, with the outskirts of Breim life belonging to the Kawaru. He was destined for great things, and he would have them. Someday, somehow.

Of course Dalach was careful not to air his thoughts, knowing them to be dangerous. He didn’t even think them in company, leaving them as the privatest of dreams, the mullings of late hours in his private chambers at home. Dalach applied himself at university and with the social circles it provided him access to. He was well-liked and well-spoken, intelligent. He found genuine happiness in conversing with his fellow students and building a net of acquaintances. He got to know his neighbors, always polite but gently prying. Dalach got good at social interactions, so much like games, observing the subtle and subdued dramas of daily life.
His keenest dream was to become a Consul, but the timing was not right, and his family lacked the reputation and connections to put him forward as a candidate. So for the first time in his life, Dalach settled. He abandoned dreams of travel and wide open worlds, becoming instead a teacher, hoping to reach many minds like his had been reached. He hoped he could make a difference.
His career had him first as a teacher at basic schooling, then an university lecturer. He was popular, lively and interesting, teaching sociology and political history.

It was his words about changing, about reaching people, gently aired in an university staffroom, that caught the attention of his collegue, Medulla . The reclusive professor approached him slowly and methodically - sitting in on some of his lectures, asking about his reading material. A common interest of a fellow academic. Quick interactions in passing became dreams, deep and restless and full of promise. Dalach felt like this was what he had been searching for, waiting for, hungering so desperately for. The dreams revealed the chaos in their universe, the unharnessed forces of change. A change that Dalach could steer. A radical shift, full of hope and dreams left unrealized.
A better world. No more chains of etiquette, no more nodding along to atrocities.

A steady indoctrination period began, but at times felt hardly needed, for Dalach readily accepted the worldview provided. Ever deeper they delved into the realms of chaos, a chaos which Dalach embraced as a savior. He was eager to learn and to be trained, to be allowed to step into shadows and not be afraid. To see and understand the mysteries of Medulla’s haunted, silent world, and those who dwelled within.
He became Medulla’s understudy and spy, a contact through which she could see the world. But even more importantly, he became her sparring partner, her challenger. For Dalach was Medulla’s equal in many ways, more so than she had expected. If she had intended him to be her puppet, she had failed.
Instead, she had a successor.

During his time with Medulla, he continued to teach, careful not to give any hint of his true beliefs to others, for the time was not right. He was blessed a second time, now by Argus. The foolishness of the gods astounded Dalach, and further turned him from them; how could Breim ever be safe, ever be better with a patron so blind? Ever deeper was his trust in Digend, the ungod, the living god. One who walked among them and was not fooled.
To her alone belonged his devotion.

Medulla herself had never enjoyed social contact, and after Dalach’s talents for it became obvious to her, the two mutually agreed that once they were ready to move forward, once Digend was strong enough, Dalach would step out of the shadows to lead them. Medulla had prepared the board for him so neatly - so many sleeping pieces among the herds, even hoof-picked students of hers.
Whispers of the Ranger council changed their plans. So well connected, their reach so free, they knew talks were being had, treaties being signed. The reach and anonymity of such a position was far too alluring, too convenient, for them to pass. The ability to come and go under a legitimate guise perfect for their uses.
So it was decided that Dalach would go, and Medulla would start their plans in his stead, starting with their agents among the Flock and Cult of Digend in the summer and autumn of 1700, as Dalach left for the Ranger training.

With his background in teaching and astonishing knowledge of history and politics, Dalach found little difficulty in gaining entry. He was careful not to reach out with his mind, not even to Medulla, trusting her to move on as had been planned. It would have been too risky, too suspicious, and Dalach needed his resume clean, and his training swiftly over.
No one suspected a thing. Cut off from his god and mission, Dalach trained and studied meticulously. He stood proudly among the first graduates of his outpost.
Then, it was time.

He reached out to her, forceful and proud. Their minds brushed, and power was exchanged.
Medulla retreated into the shadows, silence falling into her dream catacombs once more.

He felt her then. His blessing tangled, changed, twisted and corrupted. Gone was the frivolous Astral Projection, for what his God had given him was unmatched.
Dalach went out into the world, anonymous and powerful. Full of terrible hope and gentle cruelty.
For Digend’s world to rise, many would have to fall.

TRIVIA:
x Started off from Breim outpost
x If asked why he became a Ranger, he will cite a desire for world peace
x Voice actor Troy Baker, example
x Teke color invisible

CREDITS:
Design: queerly
Art and character: me
Reference: ElaineSeleneStock - 2011 - Tank - 8