Solkakez

SolkakeZ is a world where the story of my OCs takes place. A place where the soul is not just a metaphorical concept but a tangible, integral part of existence.

I am currently working on bringing more content about SolkakeZ, so stay tuned!

Below you will find a quick introduction to the few characters of story:

Sylfur

Red glowing eyes, massive and menacing horns. The demon named Sylfur carries a heavy metal bat: a weapon and a reminder(mostly for others) of his strength. Appearing with no memory of his past, he struggles to understand this new life. His devilish instincts make moral dilemmas a constant challenge, and instead of words his immense physical power speaks for him. Sylfur’s journey is one of adaptation, frustration, and maybe finding a place in a world that not made for him

Sado

Once a local actress, Sado spontaneously quit the stage to work as a waitress at Ruslan's small bakery. Her passion lies in firearms — her collection of antique guns is really her pride, even in a world where ammunition has been made harmless, and genuine ammo is worth more than gold. Sado dislikes violence even though she finds these mechanical machines fascinating. She believes in the artistry of the weapons, not in their destructive or harmfull potential. Behind her vibrant personality is a dreamer who finds beauty in the small and complex details of life.

Ruslan

Ruslan is the soul and, ofcourse, the owner of his small cafe/bakery. This place of warmth and nostalgic smell of homemade buns amidst the cold, towering cityscape. A culinary artist and skilled pastry chef, his curly hair and big moustaches are as iconic as his decadent desserts for ones who really knows about good food. But beneath his serene exterior lies a man carrying a deep, unspoken sadness. The bakery, stands defiant on land destined for corporate expansion. Though it barely breaks even, Ruslan’s unwavering dedication anchors him there. A rubber band on his left wrist, a simple yet poignant symbol, reminds him daily of his strength and self-control, even in the face of life’s trials.

Axidor

Scarf that offers no warmth but plenty of mystery hides his face. His long-forgotten voice and atrophied emotions have left him deafeningly silent, for Axidor is mute, unable to speak. Communication comes only through reluctant gestures in sign language, each movement carrying the weight of disengagement. However, everytime he fights to control destructive fire — a force that he sometime struggles to contain, both a gift and a curse. Axidor may appear colder than ice, but there is something paradoxically warm inside his freezing soul, and a desire for something — or someone — that could pierce the darkness of his life.

There is gonna be more!