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Name: Kultax
Species: Toa of Air
Gender: Male
Description: Average height for a Toa, with an athletic build hindered by somewhat bulky armor. An aura of confused misery radiates from the man. Shambles along in scarred and pitted armor that was once a bright green, but has in turn been bleached by the sun and covered in a veneer of soot and dirt and grime, now somewhere between the shades of dying grass and the pale yellow that marks some dawns. Dark rings are a permanent fixture around his watery and glazed blue eyes. His Arthron is missing one of its fins and a section of the "mouth", exposing part of his own tired frown. Notably, while it is a much deeper shade of green than his armor ever was, it is visibly colorful and likely not as old as the rest of his equipment.
Powers & weapons: Control over air and the winds. Wears a Kanohi Arthron and carries a broadsword. It once glowed a fierce blue when in use, but has lost its luster.
Weaknesses: Paranoid, distrustful, insomniac, borderline delusional. A poor fighter who has come to rely too heavily on his mask and elemental abilities.
Alignment: True neutral.
History: Kultax was once one of those rare souls who drew pleasure from simply being alive. He made friends everywhere he went and was always willing to give anyone a chance. He nursed not-so-private dreams of being a great hero and was perhaps far too willing to put his life on the line to help others. Being a heedless fool, even a well-intentioned one, rarely ends well, though. Kultax's nearsightedness meant that he inevitably brought a few wolves in with the sheep, and even created some enemies out of genuine allies. The enthusiasm started to become an act of denial more than anything real, and he only grew more stubborn as the persona slipped. After turning away many long-time friends, his self-destructive behavior culminated spectacularly in an incident where he deliberately trusted a very dangerous individual to spite the instincts and wishes of a team he'd found work with. When this person inevitably turned on him, so too did his team, leaving him for dead after the explosive battle he had to fight alone. Broken physically and mentally, and no longer able to lie to himself about what he or the world were like, he became an aimless wanderer, just waiting for something to happen to him.
Personality and traits: Paranoid, distrustful, insomniac, borderline delusional. Kultax treats most situations as one who is aware they're in a dream but can do nothing to affect it would. While not overtly hostile, he has a very hard time taking anyone at their word and will react with suspicion and a cold disposition. At the same time, he is an open book; everyone else is just as aware of his intentions and desires as he is, which is to say, not at all. Perhaps buried somewhere is a glimmer of the bright-eyed optimist he once was, but in what ways this manifests remain a mystery.