to tame the sky. // tryout.

[yaksha.]

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" for my heart belongs to the sky, and even that
has been stolen from me. "

tryout for kalon 1185.
i. intro. ii. info. iii. prompt. iv. extra. v. +1 extra


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[yaksha.]

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i. caius. ii. hakan ~ " fire. " iii. male.

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When he was little, Hakan often fell asleep to his father's stories of adventure. They were always so grand and full of life, brimming with colour lands and creatures little Hakan's imagination could only begin to grasp. Although he grew up on Earth, his soul lay scattered upon various planets within the galaxy. His father had been the greatest pilot of all time. At least, that's what Hakan was raised to believe.
The little kalon had never seen space at that point. He was left home with his mother, unhappily waiting for him to come home. Sometimes he came back with gifts, sometimes he came back looking ragged and tired. When this happened his parents would speak in hushed whispers when they thought Hakan wasn't awake.
And then one day, when the sky was fading into a purple splash, his father didn't come home.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, and Hakan slowly began to understand the kalon was never going to.
He was truly gone.
Hakan was never really a lonely child. He was content to play with his foreign rocks and model spaceships. The little kalon never realized how deeply lonely he was until his father disappeared. This emotional turmoil wasn't felt only by himself, and Hakan watched as his mother slowly grew less responsive -- he wasn't surprised when she quit talking completely.
By the time he was fifteen, he had begun to take care of both his mother and himself. Hakan matured quickly. It wasn't until two weeks before his sixteenth birthday his daily routine changed.
FLARE, a program created to train young kalons to become exceptional pilots, extended a scholarship to him. Hakan didn't really question it when he was told it was paid for by his father. After all, you needed to be at least sixteen to even begin attending.
Hakan convinced himself that the extra money would benefit his mother, but he knew deep down that the desire to follow in his father's footsteps was the driving factor. The burning need to traverse the stars was sharp within him.
For a while, things went smoothly. He kept to himself mostly, attending classes, taking care of his mother, and studying late into the night. Friendship was still sparse but Hakan didn't really mind. He was independent enough not to need the company.
The little kalon was no longer little and the years seemed to pass by quickly. Hakan was well-liked by his teachers and it quickly became apparent how smart he was; he had even gained the interest of the Head Pilot. Within the weeks leading up to his graduation, Hakan was offered the Head Navigator position upon a newly built ship setting up for its first expedition.
News of this spread quickly. Classmates and teachers alike were a mix of jealous and proud. Hakan was unused to the sudden attention but smiled and nodded when needed. Graduation was two days away, and within the next week he would be swimming among the stars.
And then, out of no where, Hakan's life came to a grinding halt.
The academy dug through old files, uncovering records of the kalon's father. Soon, the greatest pilot became the planet's most notorious pirate. He'd been taken down in a raid on his hideout, the ship being torn apart by the vacuum of space. While everyone else had rejoiced, Hakan had spent months wondering why his father had vanished without a trace. It quickly became clear why they were never poor.
The image Hakan had of his father was so quickly shattered.
Clearly upset, he mentioned it to his mother that night, and for the first time in nearly thirteen years, she spoke.
"I'm sorry." Her only response was followed by a deep sigh, eyes swiveling back to the window.
Within the week, she was gone, and Hakan felt as if his soul had been crushed. He was truly alone.
Hakan spent the next few days in a daze.
Heart heavy with grief and a two year flight in space just around the corner, he allowed tears to wash over him.

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VIDEO LOG 006.
DATE: 07/23/2068.
ENTRANT: Hakan.

We've been traveling for nearly two months now. Haven't had any of those emergency ration moments or Star Trek-level shenanigans but it's been alright. Well ... truthfully it's a bit boring. All I really get to do is change the direction of the ship by a degree or two here or there.
Space coffee isn't as wonderful as they make it out to be either; don't let them lie. I miss donuts too honestly. Anyway! I'm getting off track. This video log isn't about official business though, so I'd rather it not get added to the archives. Just ... need to talk, even if it's just to myself.
It's been a while since mom died. I haven't really let myself think about it. Been pretty busy with things here. Trying to keep track of maps, make sure your coffee doesn't float away, and chart a clear course is a bit tough. I know she's in a better place now, and is probably happier, but I miss her. Maybe if she'd been in better health she could've seen me off. Honestly, I don't even really know if she was proud of me ... or even if she really knew what was going on. Sad to think about.
Dad may have been proud too. Kinda been hard for me to determine that now though. I never really thought he'd be the galaxy's most wanted criminal. What a bloodline.
I'm being sarcastic by the way.
I can't really say I hate him though. He may have been a criminal, but I had no idea until now. Mom must've known, but I never really got to ask her about it. There are so many questions I have but, well, who can I ask?
No one has really held it against me and luckily the academy has kept it hushed for the most part. I can tell our Head Pilot knows, but he seems indifferent.
Speaking of, I think he's calling me. See you in log seven!

Hakan out.

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likes.
starset; listens to them all the time.
coffee! or, space coffee, as he calls it.
playing guitar when he can.
birds, specifically finches.
model building, especially space-themed things!
upside down reading.
storytelling! loves world building a lot.
photography.
star trek!
long fluffy scarves!

dislikes.
less than seven hours of sleep.
uncomfortable conversation.
only having one blanket.
spiders of any kind.
complicated math.

extra facts.
has glasses but constantly loses them in his bed
allergic to cherries!
has a strange rivalry with neptune. [yes the planet, no he won't talk about it rip.]
wants to try skydiving one day!
owns like four telescopes??
also owns like two of every star trek ship model
a whole bunch of naps when not working tbh
"I'll fight u I'll fight the sun I'll fight myself!"
maps galore !!
has a bunch of star charts he redos all the dang time