Limthrin

Name: Limthrin
Race: Toa
Element: Air
Mask: Kanohi Faxon, Great Mask of Kindred
Equipment: Axe, Big-A Jetpack
Attributes: Limthrin's abilities reveal the harsh side of the wind, grinding down stones and earth with sheer force. He weighs much more than an average Le-Toa, and requires his jet pack to fly or be with the wind. He can withstand high G-force levels, as required due to his powerful abilities..
PA: Le-Toa are known for being cheery and playful, and Limthrin is no exception, he loves a good game or joke. Altough very jovial, he is a notch less energetic than his brothers. Limthrin is actually very gentle, and spends a good amount of his time caring for his home, and pondering the great thoughts. Though usually quick to try to resolve things peacefully, he will not run from a fight if responsibility calls upon him to fight it. Because of his strength, his fights don't usually last very long, and he can get right back to what he loves most. Limthrin enjoys the fact that his extreme powers and his gentle nature contradict each other, showing that any two opposites can indeed co-exist.
Status: Alive, Built

Self-Moc to my older brother.

Limthrin crept around the half-buried vessel, watching his footing in the disturbed and choppy soil. A strange sensation built up in his chest, the triple beat multiplying exponentially. He felt hot and uncomfortable, yet at the same time intrigued and anticipating. Despite this jumble of emotions, a smile was plastered across his mask. The night sky above him was full of stars, stars he had never seen before. The sounds of activity fell down into the miniature crater his ship had created, laced with the clanking of machinery and music. He trudged carefully through the unstable earth, and pulled himself over the lip of the crater.
The grassy landscape of a spacious plain stretched out around him. A great mountain range loomed off in the distance, jutting out of the otherwise smooth and lush plain. A smaller range spread out much closer, but it was shaped... peculiar. He shook his head, and kept moving his gaze. There, in the distance, a fair sized village sprouted from the ground. Multi-colored lights shown from the multiple buildings, and shadows danced across the walls.
Limthrin jumped into the air, summoning the wind to carry him. He held himself in the air for a few moments before he touched down a good one fourth of a kio from the crater. He continued this process, until he was within ten bio of the village. He ran the rest of the way, careful with his footing.
‘I feel... heavier. I’ll have to adjust to this world’s gravity over time.’ He thought to himself, being slightly more careful with his footsteps. He wasn’t sure how the natives would receive him, and how his approach would affect that receival. He reached the building nearest to him, a large and blocky structure. He could hear the sounds of the village much clearer now, and was itching to see what was around the corner. He inched slowly, creeping towards the corner, until his right arm was pressed against the very edge of the wall. He turned his head into the light, and gasped. They were all unique, and strode at different heights and in a variety of colors. He had only ever seen one thing that ever resembled what he saw now. They looked like him. They were like him. He stepped around the corner.