07-30-2019, 09:59 PM
MALAKAI DIMERA
SABERTOOTH X TIGER - MALE - 21 MONTHS - CONQUEST/GREENSIDE
This was always the hardest part when it came to his job. He wasn't like other clan leaders, and his clan wasn't like other clans. He had a goal this time around in life, a belief, if you will, and he'd made a promise to succeed no matter what. He wasn't sure if it had been God, or if he even believed in those sort of things, but he knew without doubt that he had a mission to accomplish this time around, a purpose. And people didn't always understand that purpose as easily as he did. And how could they? What he'd experienced was undescribable, unimaginable, and so nobody could ever understand it like he did. It was woven into him now, a part of him. Still though, he had to try, had to make the other understand how important it really was. "I'm sure you've seen the kind of bad I'm talking about." Malakai would reply, gaze level with their as his voice went serious. "It's everywhere nowadays, sick people who just want to hurt others. Others who are innocent in all of it. I protect those people, and I get rid of the ones who would take pleasure in harming them." It was hard to explain without sounding like a madman, and the words were difficult to choose. Still, he tried. "That's why Greenside is a Sanctuary. People who are tormented by the Warbound groups are safe within our boundaries. Our militia keeps the bad people out so that they can live their lives in peace."
It was a story of sacrifice, of people choosing to damn their own souls in order to protect the people they loved by doing the dirty work, so the innocent could stay home in peace. The Militia, Conquest, was a force to be wreckoned with, and they both kept the peace within the walls and destroyed anything that threatened them. Peace was always prefered, but when that was not an option then someone had to slay the beast. Someone had to protect what little light was left in the worlfd, even if it condemned them to hellfire.
When it came to Malakais little joke, he regretted it instantly. He was bad at any kind of socializing that wasn't entirely formal, and he'd gone and made himself look like and idiot. His ears burned despite his attempt to appear unphased, and he was grateful when the other wanted to move on, asking about ranks and such. Straightening up and clearing his throat, he tried to pretend that his confidence hadn't taken a blow, and went on to try and describe his group a little more.
"Well, something that's kind of unique about us is that there are two ranking systems in my clan that hold equal power, since there are two main factions that are the core of the group. First is the Community of Greenside. These are the people that live at the school, usually families, socialists, and and those that are just trying to live out their lives in peace. While they aren't ranks, you'll find lots of people with titles such as Baker, Carpenter, Nanny, and so on. It's kind of like a really close knit village where everyone looks after each other and has their own little professions." Malakai would begin, hoping the other fdidn't mind long explenations because he honestly had a lot to say about the place. It was different to most groups and was goal oriented and so it worked in a different way, "While it is true that the group has a military aspect, those that do not wish to pursue the military route are still able to climb the ranks, holding equivalent powers to those in Conquest without having to join it. These ranking systems are known as the Military Ranks, and the Community Ranks."
He would pause a moment to let these words sink in before continuing. " So for example, a Captain of the militia and a Keeper of the community would have equal authority in things like discussions or major decisions even though both specialize in a different part of the clan. This way nobody is excluded and there's a balance between us all."
It was a good place, a place that had to exist in this kind of world. If one believed in forces of good than they had to believe in forces of evil as well, and there was a darkness in the world that was trying to turn out the lights. Someone had to fight that war, had to protect what was left, and so while it was important to let Zeb know about all the great things that happened in Greenside, it was also important to tell him about the bad. They were, at their very core, a clan with a mission, a clan that wasn't there to just exist in the world, but to change it at it's very foundation.
"You should know, though..." he would say, pausing to nervously lick his lips. "Greenside isn't a clan thats here to just exist. We have a goal and we work toward it every day. For there to be change and peace in the world a path has to be cut through the evil that plagues it. To truly join Greenside, there has to be understanding for that in your heart. There has to be forgiveness for those of us in Conquest that go out there to do the dirty work so that others can have peace. We know our souls are damned, but we do it to protect the people who deserve a chance at a good life."
In a way he felt like he was defending himself, because it was hard to make people understand. Nobody believed in good or evil anymore, in darkness and light. Even he wasn't totally sure. But what he did know was that the world had fallen into chaos, and it would never end. There would always be the bloodsports of the anticlans, the senseless tormenting and slaughter of the proclans and loners. Someone had to make them see, had to grab the reins and make a difference, and he would be that person even if he had to cut down every last killer and tormentor himself. Even if it damned him to hell.
"Sorry, I guess I ranted for a bit there."[/[b] he'd mumble, unsure of what their reaction would be from here.
"[b]SPEECH
SABERTOOTH X TIGER - MALE - 21 MONTHS - CONQUEST/GREENSIDE
This was always the hardest part when it came to his job. He wasn't like other clan leaders, and his clan wasn't like other clans. He had a goal this time around in life, a belief, if you will, and he'd made a promise to succeed no matter what. He wasn't sure if it had been God, or if he even believed in those sort of things, but he knew without doubt that he had a mission to accomplish this time around, a purpose. And people didn't always understand that purpose as easily as he did. And how could they? What he'd experienced was undescribable, unimaginable, and so nobody could ever understand it like he did. It was woven into him now, a part of him. Still though, he had to try, had to make the other understand how important it really was. "I'm sure you've seen the kind of bad I'm talking about." Malakai would reply, gaze level with their as his voice went serious. "It's everywhere nowadays, sick people who just want to hurt others. Others who are innocent in all of it. I protect those people, and I get rid of the ones who would take pleasure in harming them." It was hard to explain without sounding like a madman, and the words were difficult to choose. Still, he tried. "That's why Greenside is a Sanctuary. People who are tormented by the Warbound groups are safe within our boundaries. Our militia keeps the bad people out so that they can live their lives in peace."
It was a story of sacrifice, of people choosing to damn their own souls in order to protect the people they loved by doing the dirty work, so the innocent could stay home in peace. The Militia, Conquest, was a force to be wreckoned with, and they both kept the peace within the walls and destroyed anything that threatened them. Peace was always prefered, but when that was not an option then someone had to slay the beast. Someone had to protect what little light was left in the worlfd, even if it condemned them to hellfire.
When it came to Malakais little joke, he regretted it instantly. He was bad at any kind of socializing that wasn't entirely formal, and he'd gone and made himself look like and idiot. His ears burned despite his attempt to appear unphased, and he was grateful when the other wanted to move on, asking about ranks and such. Straightening up and clearing his throat, he tried to pretend that his confidence hadn't taken a blow, and went on to try and describe his group a little more.
"Well, something that's kind of unique about us is that there are two ranking systems in my clan that hold equal power, since there are two main factions that are the core of the group. First is the Community of Greenside. These are the people that live at the school, usually families, socialists, and and those that are just trying to live out their lives in peace. While they aren't ranks, you'll find lots of people with titles such as Baker, Carpenter, Nanny, and so on. It's kind of like a really close knit village where everyone looks after each other and has their own little professions." Malakai would begin, hoping the other fdidn't mind long explenations because he honestly had a lot to say about the place. It was different to most groups and was goal oriented and so it worked in a different way, "While it is true that the group has a military aspect, those that do not wish to pursue the military route are still able to climb the ranks, holding equivalent powers to those in Conquest without having to join it. These ranking systems are known as the Military Ranks, and the Community Ranks."
He would pause a moment to let these words sink in before continuing. " So for example, a Captain of the militia and a Keeper of the community would have equal authority in things like discussions or major decisions even though both specialize in a different part of the clan. This way nobody is excluded and there's a balance between us all."
It was a good place, a place that had to exist in this kind of world. If one believed in forces of good than they had to believe in forces of evil as well, and there was a darkness in the world that was trying to turn out the lights. Someone had to fight that war, had to protect what was left, and so while it was important to let Zeb know about all the great things that happened in Greenside, it was also important to tell him about the bad. They were, at their very core, a clan with a mission, a clan that wasn't there to just exist in the world, but to change it at it's very foundation.
"You should know, though..." he would say, pausing to nervously lick his lips. "Greenside isn't a clan thats here to just exist. We have a goal and we work toward it every day. For there to be change and peace in the world a path has to be cut through the evil that plagues it. To truly join Greenside, there has to be understanding for that in your heart. There has to be forgiveness for those of us in Conquest that go out there to do the dirty work so that others can have peace. We know our souls are damned, but we do it to protect the people who deserve a chance at a good life."
In a way he felt like he was defending himself, because it was hard to make people understand. Nobody believed in good or evil anymore, in darkness and light. Even he wasn't totally sure. But what he did know was that the world had fallen into chaos, and it would never end. There would always be the bloodsports of the anticlans, the senseless tormenting and slaughter of the proclans and loners. Someone had to make them see, had to grab the reins and make a difference, and he would be that person even if he had to cut down every last killer and tormentor himself. Even if it damned him to hell.
"Sorry, I guess I ranted for a bit there."[/[b] he'd mumble, unsure of what their reaction would be from here.
"[b]SPEECH
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