| Primeval
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| Player: @Aaiz
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| Biographical Data
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| Real Name:
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Tarrus Grahl
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| Known Aliases:
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Primeval, Prime, Tarrus, Grahl
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| Gender:
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Male
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| Species:
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Kruvolt
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| Ethnicity:
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N/A
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| Place of Birth:
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N/A
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| Base of Operations:
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Millennium City
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| Relatives:
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Deceased
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| Characteristics
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| Age:
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| Height:
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Quadrupedal-5'6" Bipedal-8'6"
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| Weight:
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760lbs (344.73kg)
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| Eyes:
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Sky blue
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| Hair:
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N/A
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| Complexion:
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Smooth dark green metal, trimmed with sharp/edged bronze colored metal
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| Physical Build:
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Thick, solid body with long arms and legs held close
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| Physical Features:
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Long, pointed snout topped with two horns, and a short segmented tail
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| Status
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| Fame:
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Unknown
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| Alignment:
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LN
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LE
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TN
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NE
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| CG
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CN
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CE
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| Identity:
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Public
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| Years Active:
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3
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| Citizenship:
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| Occupation:
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N/A
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| Education:
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N/A
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| Marital Status:
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Single
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| Known Powers and Abilities
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| Strength, regeneration, protective plating, alternate 'Primal' mode
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| Equipment and Paraphernalia
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| Jet pack when in 'Primal' mode
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| Physical Attributes
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Strength
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Speed
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Reflexes
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Resistance
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Stamina
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Dexterity
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Agility
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Combat
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Regeneration
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| Non-Physical Attributes
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Energy
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Psionics
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Telepathy
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Willpower
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Sorcery
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Technology
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Intelligence
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Knowledge
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Charisma
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Bravery
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| MaekadaBox created by @Maekada
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One in a Million
Of the millions of Kruvolt, less than 900,000 were able to be evacuated, leaving the survivors devastated, and pliant to the wishes and demands of their saviors. As time went on, the Kruvolt became more and more integrated into their masters' civilization. Eventually, this lead to the barbaric and savage practices and beliefs to dwindle away, which most saw as a good thing. Primeval (then known as Tarrus Grahl) was disgusted by the rest of his kind, and ashamed of himself for letting this happen. Tarrus planted rumors of a "Calling of Traditions" among those left of the Kruvolt. A Calling of Traditions is one of the oldest practices of the Kruvolt, used in each and every different clan in the past as a way of remembering one's origins and sacred rites passed from generation to generation. When the ritual took place on the universally agreed time and place, only a dozen showed up. As dismaying as this was, Tarrus was still glad to see some others care about their heritage. Before the Calling could properly start, small devices rolled in from every entrance. The devices immediately started spreading streams of heavy, dark smoke that stung the eyes and nose. With a rallying cry, Tarrus broke a piece of metal piping from a nearby wall and charged towards one of the entrances. Before he could take more than five steps, Tarrus collapsed, his limbs numb and lifeless. As consciousness faded, Tarrus saw the other Kruvolt watching him with intense gazes, breathing apparatus strapped to their snouts.
Primal Will
As consciousness started to return, Tarrus relived the last thing he remembered. Seeing those cold, hard eyes watch him being dragged away. As if ignited by an unseen flame, his body burned with searing rage, swiftly opening his eyes and lurching up into a sitting position. Luckily for the spooked nurses and caretakers around him, Tarrus was restrained on a medical bed by numerous straps and harnesses. After a few moments of testing his bonds, Tarrus calmed a little when it was obvious he wasn't escaping by himself. As if waiting for the opportunity, a petite, very slim figure walked in. Covered from head to toe in flowing robes of emerald and gold cloth, Tarrus knew this person could only be of high status amongst the people that saved the Kruvolt. Tarrus strained and flexed against the straps holding him down as this visitor sat down in a nearby chair, just out of reach. After a while of watching and waiting for Tarrus to calm, it spoke.
"I'm sure you feel justified in your anger, but things are much more different, and dire, than what you believe," it said in a smooth, gentle, faintly masculine voice. "As you are aware, your kind have been getting...attuned to life here. While peace and luxury may be good, for your people it is not," it continued
