Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

~-UNDER CONSTRUCTION-~



Name: Hahjok Fahliil

Age: Depending on current avi, varies between 13, 16 (appears 14), and appearing 20+ (actually much closer to 800) !Important note on older age!: I am basing it off both the timeline on Gaia (to keep this as consistent as I can) and multiple sources for Elf lifespans (ex: a 150yr old half elf in the Tales series can still look like a teenager; source Tales of Phantasia timeline and bonus game "Let's Go Arche!" wink . I also assume that the curse of the Dark Elves may play a part in longer life spans.

Appearance: Brunette hair with white on his right side. As he grows older, more of his hair turns white. His right eye is a clear sapphire blue while his left is a bright golden. His skin color is similar to that of any dark elf, but due to being of high elven decent instead of dark, his skin carries a grayer tone instead of the slight purple or blue tone that others have. By age 13 he has two scars: one over his left eye and one across his chest.

Personality: When he was younger, Hahjok tried keeping a bright outlook on life, even after he got his scars. His attitude can range from bright and cheerful, to very sad, timid, and afraid. After he became a soldier, his confidence grew, even if he still had moments when he became timid once more. After the events of the H2k12 War, his overall mood darkened completely and only a choice few can get a smile out of him.

Likes: Animals (Especially Cats), Dark enclosed spaces, and the Kuro Clan

Dislikes: Most humans and vampires

Hates: Being afraid and alone, and anyone who would abuse animals

Background: Hahjok Fahliil, a young half elf who was born into a clan of high elves. Shortly after he was born, his human father left. His mother, Aurande, became bitter at this, blaming her son for her husband's departure. For this, she gave him the name: Imaginary Elf, or Hahjok Fahliil. When the Kuro Clan was banished, she saw this as an opportunity and sent her son, just barely 4 years of age, to go with them, revealing her contempt and the true meaning of Hahjoks name.

Upon arriving at what was to be his new 'home', young Hahjok didn't know what to do. The others all went about their own business of settling into their rooms, while he stood alone, afraid. One dark elf, a man named Taanyth, noticed this and walked over, wondering what was wrong. After learning what had happened to the boy, Taanyth took him in his care and treated him as if he was his own child. Because of this, Hahjok has taken to calling him Okmah, or Uncle.

Taanyth did what he could to help Hahjok feel like a true member of the clan, but many times his efforts did little to help. Hahjok was just too different, being not only a half blood but one higher descent, for the others to accept him as he was. He was often ridiculed to the point of shutting himself away, either in his room or just outside where none would look for him. It wasn't until 3 years after being banished that he would find a friend.

Hahjok was wandering outside. He wasn't avoiding anyone at the time, just exploring around Durem. He had happened upon the Graveyard just over a year before, and spent most of his time outside checking through the tombstones for any interesting names, though there were much fewer back then. It was when he was looking at an older grave that he saw a clump of something next to it. When he looked closer, he discovered it was a small kitten, a Russian Blue. The poor thing was alone and looked incredibly weak.

Despite knowing he would get in trouble for going outside alone, Hahjok brought the kitten back to the underground hoping that Taanyth would be able to help him. While he did indeed get in trouble, he was also able to save and keep the kitten, now named Kulaan. The two soon became inseparable.

Between Taanyth and Kulaan, life got just a little easier for Hahjok to bear and he didn't shut himself away in his room quite as often. However, not all good things can last. It was the day before his thirteenth birthday, and as always a group of dark elves, just a few years older than he, were throwing insults at him as he walked down the hall. They had always done this, so by now Hahjok was more than used to the insults and learned to ignore them. Outcast, freak, wimp, he'd heard them all plenty of times. Today however, they decided to use more than just petty names against him.

'You'll never be accepted', 'You'll always be alone', 'Taanyth only took care of you out of pity', 'Everyone wants you dead.' Every sentence was worse than the one before and before he could hear anymore, Hahjok quickly retreated back to his room, locking the door behind him.

He stayed there the rest of the day with Kulaan staying beside him, refusing to answer the door for even Taanyth as he stopped by to check if he was alright. The insults from earlier still echoed through his mind. Alone, Pity, Dead. They kept repeating over and over until he just couldn't take anymore. As night fell, he changed into a regal outfit, an early gift from Taanyth, grabbed his old black cloak and left the underground with Kulaan following close behind. The clock struck midnight.

Hahjok spent the rest of the night and much of the next day travelling as far from Durem as he could without rest. He was nearing a small forest close by the West Field of Barton when he came across a group of humans, Barton guards patrolling the area. Hoping they would just ignore him, he started towards the forest. Unfortunately for him, dark cloaked figures sneaking around a patrol does indeed attract their attention and the guards quickly went over to block his path.

Kulaan had already run ahead into the treeline, but Hahjok found himself backed against a tree by the three guards. At first they approached him to make sure he wasn't someone suspicious, but as soon as they saw his darkened skin their intent changed. News of the Kuro Clan's curse traveled fast over the few years and at the time everyone of every race knew, and these bored guards knew that no one would care if one turned up injured.

One of the guards, the leader of the patrol, grabbed Hahjok by the front of his shirt and cloak and lifted him against the tree. With a sneering grin on his face as the other two guards laughed, he brought out a knife. Hahjok struggled as the knife was pressed against his left eye, and managed to kick the guard in his stomach as the blade cut through the skin. While this caused the guard to drop him it also made him and the other two angry.

Before Hahjok could get up, the two guards grabbed him by the arms and lifted him off the ground.The leader brought the knife back up, slashing it across Hahjok's chest before bringing his other fist up to punch him in the stomach. He was then dropped back on the ground as all three guards kicked him. They hit him multiple times in the head, chest, back, and stomach before finally growing bored and leaving as the sun started to set.

With the guards finally gone, Hahjok started to lose consciousness. He just barely held on long enough to see Kulaan rush out of the treeline toward him. At least his friend didn't abandon him. This was his last thought before he completely lost consciousness.

Hours passed and it wasn't until well after midnight that Hahjok started to wake up again. His entire body ached, and the front of his shirt and side of his face was covered in blood, but he knew he had to find some form of shelter before anyone found him. He managed to get to his feet and slowly made his way toward the treeline that he tried running to earlier that day. Partway into the forest, Kulaan started to lead him in a specific direction. Hahjok, trusting his friend, followed until they reached a shallow stream with a cliff wall on the other side.

Thankful both for a chance to rest and for the water, Hahjok nearly collapsed as he stopped by the stream. Deciding to patch up his injuries before resting, though, he started tearing pieces off his cloak to use as makeshift bandages and rags. After using the water to wash the dried blood off his face, Hahjok tried looking at his reflection in the stream. The cut over his eye still bled slowly and would most likely scar, and while he could still see out of it, everything he saw with that eye was blurred with a heavy fog. He tied some of the cloths around his head as a sort of eye-patch to stop the bleeding before checking over any other injuries.

While there were a lot of bruises, thankfully nothing was broken as far as he could tell. The only other worrying injury was the large cut across his chest. The cut was rather deep and, like the one over his eye, would scar once healed. Hahjok used the remaining cloth torn from his cloak to bandage up the cut before putting his shirt and tattered cloak back on and crossing the stream to the wall.

It didn't take long to find a secluded enough spot under the wall to safely spend the rest of the night. As Hahjok laid down to sleep, one final train of thought crossed his mind: He'd been ridiculed yet again for being different, and this time had almost cost his life. If he and Kulaan were to stand any chance of living, he would have to be more careful in the future. He would have to learn to survive.


((Though the backstory is still unfinished, Hahjok, Kulaan, Taanyth, and Aurande are my characters and will remain my characters even in the case of site shutdown.))