cagyskink:

Titans are proud, boastful even. Always willing to share the tales of the day, to tell you the glory of their most recent mission. To tell you the danger they face, to boast about how many times they’ve stared death in the eyes and laughed. Though underneath their pride, their ego. They hide their scars, not their physical ones, no. They are sources of honor, of pride to a Titan. I mean their worst enemy, their minds. They bury it under bravado, always trying to be better than their opponent. They conceal it underneath a cloak of fearlessness. All while terrified that for one single moment they’ll show weakness. They strive so hard because if they slow down for even a moment, everything will crash around them.

Warlocks are smart, brilliant, with the most creative, beautiful minds in the universe. Always thinking, always calculating. A book never far away and the desire to learn more, to know more ever-present. They see the world in a different light then Titans, even Hunters. Everything has an explanation, it must simply be found. Explained, written down in a journal and passed on. Though to often they lose themselves to this behavior. Retreating to their studies, their libraries and lecture halls trying to escape the torment of their existence. Blessed, yet cursed to live and die forever. To fight, and fall in battle countless times, the only reprieve the few moments they have to themselves in their books. This sole vice the only thing keeping them sane. Keeping them here when all hope seems lost.

Hunters are graceful, agile, witty and tenacious. Always willing to think outside the box. To tackle the jobs not even the Titans would sign up for. Unafraid to bend the rules, or outright break them should the need arise. Their thirst for adventure only matched by their loyalty. A Hunter’s friendship, however strange, however difficult to acquire. Is a beautiful thing. It is not loud, nor visible. It is subtle, and stealthy. Never a hug, or a word. But a extra marking on their cloak, a gift hidden where only the recipient goes. For Hunter’s are solitary beings. They live in the wilds, alone, isolated for days, weeks at a time. They know nothing but isolation. They are used to being alone as being alone is the safest option. They dont have to go through the pain of losing someone, of going back to that dark pit of isolation. For this time, they may not be able to climb out of it.