Half Mink

@Half-Mink are the rare children of a @Human and a @Mink, a union of instinct and intellect, lightning and flesh. They walk between two worlds — not entirely beast, not entirely man — carrying within them the storm that defines the Mink race, though muted by their human blood.

Their appearance varies wildly, shaped by the Mink parent’s species and the strength of their lineage. Some resemble humans with only subtle traits: faint fur across their arms, small fangs, tails or animal ears twitching through their hair. Others lean closer to their Mink roots, boasting tails, paws, or patterned fur coats that shimmer with static. The more fur a Half-Mink possesses, the stronger their connection to Electro — the mystical energy that hums in every true Mink’s body.

Unlike full-blooded Minks who can command Electro like an extension of their soul, Half-Minks experience it in flashes — a limited surge of power tied to their emotions and fur density. For some, it manifests as harmless sparks across the skin; for others, a brief but potent current strong enough to stun or ignite. In battle, their Electro flickers inconsistently — a burst of energy in one strike, silence in the next — yet those who master control can weave these erratic shocks into unpredictable, devastating attacks.

And though many believed it impossible, the Half-Minks can awaken Sulong, the sacred transformation of their kind. When bathed in the light of the full moon, their human restraint burns away, and the storm within them erupts. Their bodies grow buffer and more defined, muscles tense with static, and their fur — whether sparse or abundant — turns brilliant white, crackling with arcs of living lightning. Their eyes glow red, their hearts drum like thunder, and for a fleeting time, they fight with the ferocity of a beast god.

But the Sulong comes at a price — Half-Minks often lose control faster than their pure counterparts. Their human side struggles to contain the primal energy, turning the transformation into both a gift and a curse. Prolonged use burns through their stamina, their muscles trembling under the current, their senses howling between rage and clarity.

Despite the dangers, Half-Minks thrive where both species clash — pirates, mercenaries, and revolutionaries see them as symbols of raw adaptability, half-civilized, half-feral, wholly formidable. In crew life, their Garchu remains a mark of affection and respect — a hug charged with faint electricity, more playful than paralyzing, leaving warmth and tingling laughter in its wake.

Half-Minks are the bridge between fur and flesh, storm and stillness — the lightning children of two worlds. Though their Electro may flicker and their instincts conflict, when the moon calls and their blood ignites, they remind the world that even diluted thunder still strikes with power divine.