Username: Murdoc Niccals
Kalon name: Hephaestus
Gender: Male
How does this Kalon keep their cool?:
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Heph is a blacksmith by trade. Raffi doesn't get his weapons from thin air! Heph is a master at his craft, using the natural heat of molten rock to smelt and heat metals so he can shape them. His job is one that has its own perils. In being so close to lava, heatstroke is an actual issue, especially with the nigh breakneck hours Heph works. He slaves over his craft, desiring to make the best protection the metal can offer. Each hammer pound, each careful consideration on ornamentation, each dip into water is done with utmost care. Hephaestus knows that one day, the item will be used to protect or harm someone. For good or for bad reasons, whoever uses it deserves a weapon that would work.
Protective gear only goes so far. Thick gloves, a heavy-duty apron, a facemask with a tempered glass opening to see out of... Those were all things a blacksmith used in a regular forge not infused with fresh magma. And, even then, breaks were needed to cool off from the heat of a regular forge. Heph's forge was downright suicidal to work in for long, yet the Kalon somehow managed to work over ten hours in the heat without stop.
A godly gift? Some sort of mutation? People tend to assume the fantastical before they know the more mundane methods Hephaestus uses. His clothing is lined with ice-aspected cloth that is chilly to the touch, but provide some modicum of push back to the sweltering heat. In his suit, Hephaestus can feel the heat, but also the soft chill of the cloth creeping into his fur. The spell is by no means permanent- it begins to wear out after a few weeks of the constant and prolonged use Heph gives it. He cannot work magic, even if give the means to do so, and has all his protective fabric enchanted by a mages guild that lives a good dozen or so miles away.