☼ N A M E : Kor // God of Vaal ☼ C U R R E N T - S T A G E : Three ☼ G E N D E R : Male ♂♂♂ ☼ H E I G H T : 4 feet 8 inches ☼ T E R R A I N : Vaal ☼ C L A S S : Offensive // Strike ☼ E L E M E N T : Fire
☼ W E A P O N : Dual Katars (Fast and Fury) ➥ Metal katars with a golden sheen, aptly named Fast and Fury ☼ S K I L L : Furious Inferno (Lv.3) ➥ A large amount of fire aether engulfs his katars in a flurry of jabs and punches, giving his attacks a great power boost and a glorious burn for his opponents.
☼ P E R S O N A L I T Y : ➥ Mischievous - Loves playing tricks on people as well as twisting words from their mouths just so he can provoke them. ➥ Temperamental - Is liable to change moods at the drop of a hat. Often described as short-fused as a result. ➥ Caring - Although Kor would deny it with every fiber of his being, he's actually very caring. He likes nurturing things he deems weak and frequently sneaks away to take care of them in secret. ➥ Active - Kor's no good at sitting still. Unless he's basking (from his point of view, it's time well spent so therefore not considered a waste of time), he prefers to be on the move or doing something productive.
☼ H I S T O R Y : ➥ Kor was worshiped as the Fire God before the destruction of Old Aetherin. He ruled over Vaal with an iron fist, balancing both the cycles of his citizens as well as the harsh terrain of his land. Together with the three other sovereigns, (Breeze of Ira and Moss of Tere, whom he was on good terms with, and Salt of Esa, whom he tolerated), they were able to maintain a relative time of peace for Old Aetherin.
➥ With the growth of Aetherin came the depleting of aether. Sprites were using aether faster than it could replenish itself. Though Kor warned his citizens, his words were left unheard. The sprites of Vaal had grown too greedy, putting their own pleasures and comfort above all else. Unable to watch his citizens slowly drain Aetherin of its life source, Kor retreated deep into his temple.
➥ It wasn't long after did Kor himself start to feel the strain of the vanishing aether. When the sprites of Old Aetherin realized their dire situation, they looked to their God for help, but it was too late. Kor was already too weak and tired to answer their pleas. Powerless to do anything but close his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.
☼ A D D I T I O N A L - I N F O : ➥ Sole of his feet glows, yo. ಠ n ಠ