Ark Coara

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  • Full Name: Ark Coara
  • Epithet: The Blade of Nín
  • Date of Birth: 20 December 2016
    • Date of Death: 9 January 2022
  • Sex: Male
  • Luperci: Ortus
  • Residence: Transient


  • Family: Coara?
  • Birthplace: Old Caledonia, Clan Lorn
  • Species: Dog hybrid

OOC Information

NPC Information


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  1.   1.  Appearance
  2.   2.  Personality
  3.   3.  Relationships
  4.   4.  Thread Archive

Ark Coara was a man scorned, a self-proclaimed Warrior King hellbent on revenge. He was the leader of the Tears of Nín, a Lorn extremist group seeking the destruction of New Caledonia. After waging war against the Realm with the help of the Eyes of Omni and Ghosts of the North, he was eventually captured in the final battle and summarily executed by Amon, who acted on behalf of King Iomair and the pack.

The firstborn of his parents' second litter, Ark had his work cut out for him as a son of a pious Lorn family; he was expected to follow their patron Goddess, Nín, wholeheartedly and with zeal. For his brothers and sisters, this was as natural as breathing — but Ark remained cautiously skeptical, instead gravitating to the art of the sword. His older sibling, Rand Coara, tried so very hard to change his mind and guide him as any good brother would.

It was innocuous, at first. But soon Rand's guidance grew more physical, idle touches remaining longer, small displays of brotherly love taking on an forbidden intimacy that made Ark's stomach churn. Eventually, he found the courage to tell his Priest brother no; and the abuse stopped, as if it had never transpired in the first place.

Rand's degeneracy would never see the light of day, however. As Ark's military career flourished, rumors of incest, surely, would burn all of his hopes and hard work to the ground. Ark toiled in uncomfortable silence, growing embittered with the Lady that Rand seemed to worship so mindlessly.

When the siege began, Ark was on the front line, defending his Realm and slaying her foes left and right. Unfortunately, the damage was irreversible, the wounds cutting too deep. The Old Kingdom was set ablaze, slowly bleeding out as refugees scattered from the onslaught. Entire families were wiped out, clans fragmented, homes destroyed.

It just so happened that his brother had gathered together a group of the last remaining faithful in the wake of the war, and Ark, wounded, half-blinded, and shell-shocked, had no choice but to follow.

Like parasites, they devour
Violating the creation
The absence of the conscience
The shallow congregation

1.  Appearance


For an amalgamation of various landrace breeds, Ark is impressively tall, and years of training and battle have rewarded him with a chiseled physique. Lean muscle ripples across his body, and his paw pads are calloused and dusty. His muzzle is long, and his tail is feathery and soft, a throwback to his Golden Retriever blood.

Darker than his brother, Ark is colored much like the sludge at the bottom of Nín's waterways, though some of the lighter grays come across as blue in extreme sunlight. Accents of cream tickle his nose and chest, but his most catching feature is his one good eye, smoldering and burning a bright amber. The other is milky-white and glazed over, unseeing.

Old scars riddle his body from head to toe: the most noticeable slash is that over his damaged left eye, though there are also nicks along the right side of his muzzle, as well as grazing his neck. There is a notch missing from his left ear, and more errant flashes of pink are visible across his chest and arms, battle scars from the Old Realm's last stand against their aggressors.

Oftentimes, Ark will don his trusty battle armor, leather-made and reinforced with iron where necessary. Matching bracers and knee-guards protect his joints. A man of little finesse, his weapon of choice is a large spiked mace, one that has clobbered the skulls of many an enemy — but Ark takes meticulous care to clean it and rid it of bits of flesh and blood after each violent encounter.

Color Palette


 River Bed (#373E48)

 Trout (#555E65)

 Oslo (#797F85)

 Bermuda (#94A2AE)

 Heron (#D6DBDD)

Optime Hair

 Trout (#555E65)

Nose, Scars, Skin

 Clam Shell (#B1928C)

 Stratos (#37393C)

Right Eye

 Ember (#DD8E48)

Left Eye

 Foam (#D9E4ED)


maybe a fullbody someday?? thonk emoji

2.  Personality


The raids against his Kingdom irrevocably changed Ark as a young man, and he has never fully been able to capture that wide-eyed optimism before his youth was robbed from him.

Having faced much hardship in his life, he very easily could let these things define him — groomed by his brother, exposed to the horrors of war, exiled from his homelands — but, instead, Ark has chosen to embrace these hardships and use them to harness something he keeps close to his heart.


His hatred and vengeance is often an insidious, quiet thing, just barely contained below the surface, but on the battlefield, it overtakes him, makes him someone else entirely. Ark has trained for years and years, pushing his body to the absolute limit, looking for anyone and everyone to take out his bottled-up anger on because those that had betrayed him where no where to be found. Only those that pledge their loyalty to him or their Goddess (the one that has yet to do anything for him, really) are spared from his wrath.

Ark is selfish, but parades around as if the goals of his group are not the gnarled remains of his own self-hatred and lingering vendettas; he is cold-hearted, but feigns sympathy for the plight of his people, as if they have even felt an ounce of his pain. He thinks himself above them all while routinely humbling himself to keep them in his throng, lest they realize that the goal was never restoration, but revenge.

He is a Coara, through and through, and he fully intends to bring power to his name and strike fear into the heart of the Realm.


  • Demeanor: Overbearing, unpleasant, vengeful, condescending
  • Speech: Sharp like a knife, somewhat gravelly, grating
  • Scent: Dog, leather, water, blood, iron
  • Quirks, Gestures, Etc.: Scoffing, showing teeth, interrupting others
  • General Posture and Body Language: Rigid, like a stone; he likes spreading himself out to take up as much space as possible (manspreading)

3.  Relationships

Other Relations



image by PIXNIO (CC0)

  • Pronunciation: ahz-GAHR
  • Gender: Stallion
  • Species: Horse
  • Date of Birth: 2017


  • Appearance: Azgar is a huge black warhorse with powerful legs and a sturdy build. There is not a speck of color on him, though in direct sunlight, his coat may appear more dark brown.
  • Personality: Extremely headstrong and difficult to work with, Azgar only heeds his current rider and treats everyone else like an enemy. Hostile, irritable, and downright ugly at times, this horse requires an experienced handler.


Caledonians may assume:

  • TBA!

4.  Thread Archive

thread history

For more context and information about this character, see A Tear in the Tapestry.

  1. [M] doomsday — The first scouting group of the Tears of Nín — Silivren, Ark, Solas, and Tigraine — make camp in 'Soulsland.
  2. [M] i appeared in a world of dreams — Silivren and Tigraine entice a young boy into their camp, one of many. Ark sees it fit to evaluate him personally and see what he can tease out of him about the Realm.
  3. [M] when the coffin shakes — Getting a feel for the land surrounding New Caledonia, Ark runs into Eulalie Savoy and asks questions under the guise of a traveling mercenary.
  4. [M] bruising as bruising does under blue lightÉna Lanthir has been sent ahead to spy on New Caledonia from the inside. She returns to Ark with news of how their tactics have been sending ripples through the Realm — but Ark is none too pleased by the extended period of time Éna took to get back to him.
  5. [M] a new age dawns — Finally, the assault on the Realm is underway. Ark leads the charge into Caledonia and comes across his first competitor, Toraberā Tanaka. They spar briefly and Ark makes his temporary retreat after losing a finger.
  6. [M] taken away to the dark side — Not quite done, Ark happens upon Calan Brecours and gives him a good thrashing with his spiked mace as the blonde dog is fleeing to the Bastion.
  7. [M] singularity — Ark and Solas corner Ramsey, who gets mangled by Ark's mace. He is left to die — and survives, but later dies as a result of his injuries.
  8. if you know heaven and know earth, you may make your victory complete — The Tears, Eyes, and Ghosts meet together to discuss their siege on New Caledonia. The Ghosts have brought with them catapults designed to shatter the Realm's defenses.
  9. one hundred voices the same / drench their sorrow in flame — Ark, Talbot, and Cynatria approach the Realm after the the siege. In the chaos, Éna managed to kidnapped the Isiltári's son, Rohan, and he is intended to be a bargaining piece to bend the Valar to their will. However, High King Iomair refuses, and the trio leaves empty-handed — but not without delivering a parting gift as punishment.
  10. [M] that's how the light gets in — The final assault on New Caledonia is thrawrted by the arrival of the Salsolans. Ark rides into battle on his war horse, Azgar, and forces Solas to fight. They take on Valan and Aidan Loch, both Old Caledonians, and Percival Parhelion, and Ark's physical prowess gives them the upper hand; however, Daisy Parhelion, atop a massive grizzly bear, Altuan, pin Ark into submission. Solas and Azgar abandon him and Ark has a meltdown when he realizes there is no one left to save him.
  11. [M] this is how legends are made — Ark is captured and put to trial, where he is sentenced to death for his part as leader of the Tears of Nín. While he intends to face the music with as much grace as a man scorned can muster, seeing his brother, Rand, in the crowd awakens repressed memories. Ark pleads for New Caledonia to see Rand for what he is and all he's done to contribute to the Tears' deadly message — but his cry is interrupted by the dropping of the axe, and Ark is beheaded by Amon, acting as the hand of the King.