Character

Beyond his cowardice, Krathelon is kindhearted and lacks a single bad bone in his body.

It might be his inability to say 'no' to certain individuals that puts him into the line of danger. Specifically with the one that he entrusted his life to. While he fully understands the concept of right and wrong, it is his naivety that ultimately leaves him gullible and easy to manipulate.

Backstory

Carefree, young, Krathelon did not have to face everyday responsibilities. Although, at that time, the Rh'Ordian society had not faced a nightmare quite like it does now. Things had changed suddenly, far too quickly for Krathelon to fully comprehend. Strict rules were set into place, entrapping the community inside the mountainous range of caverns; locking anyone from leaving and anyone from entering. It was without much of warning that Rh'Ordians were closed off from the outside world. It was fear that inevitably kept them inside, obeying the new regulations. However, that was not the only rule put into play --

Each Rh'Ordian was forced to bear a mark. One that truly separated kin from outsiders. One that involved being branded by unpleasant means. Krathelon was not keen on the idea of being forced to be scarred and labeled. While his dislike was rational, it was the Patriarch's own hasty order that made it inexorable. Fear prevented Krathelon from going through with it. For this, there was no other choice but to remove him from the community and from the caverns itself for his refusal. Within just mere moments, he was now declared an outcast forced to roam the terrifying wilderness outside his homeland. This place is no where for a Rh'Ordian to be. They had but one true, dangerous and deadly predator: Cryo.

It wasn't long before Krathelon found himself in the face of danger in the middle of an oasis. It was a beast from Cryo's faction. Even worse than that; Cryo's own progeny. Darabont. While panic set in and emotions ran high, Krathelon had no where else to go nor turn to. He begged for his life while facing the Typhoon Titan's brood. In some miraculous way, Darabont found that the way he begged was amusing. Hilarious, if anything. He spared him that day. Kneeling to meet eye-level with the young Rh'Ordian, he promised that no harm would have come to him so long as he obeyed his rule and abided by his terms. Krathelon would not deny another opportunity to disobey another's commandment if it meant keeping his own life.

At that moment, Krathelon had become Darabont's pet; his drudge. Nothing but a pack mule to cart along weighty, burdensome cargo (weapons, ammunition, rations). His presence was seldom for company and more for convenience. It was better than being dead. Krathelon only wished that one day he might have been able to return to the Rh'Ordians, and that Darabont wouldn't have somehow changed his mind about the whole sparing his life thing.

Notes

• Cheeks are always some shade of red.
• He has no idea how to actually use a gun. They're foreign weaponry in this world.
• He will run at any sign of violence or form of fighting.
• Can be drawn in casual medieval-fantasy clothing instead of camouflage.
• Darabont bought his clothes from the human realm -- The shirt is a bit too small on him.

Relationships

Darabont [ ally ]

Cryo's spawn, and the one that, by some chance, decided to spare his life just to humor him. Krathelon sees him nothing more than an (abusive) caretaker, yet would still follow alongside him so long as it meant keeping his own body intact and bullet-hole free.

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