Post by Kai on Aug 15, 2014 17:45:30 GMT -8
Name: Kai
Age: Nineteen moon cycles
Race: Creai
Origin: It could well be said that the life of a 'runt' was difficult. Little was offered him, little was allowed to him; largely speaking, from the offset, the Creai cub was mostly on his own. In a way, it certainly had its negatives; those around in their little region of the world wouldn't pay him much mind, and socializing was not a thing he was very frequently introduced to. In another way... it let him be free. Free to wander, free to observe, free to learn. All in all, free to do just about whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't stray too far from the little colony. Runt or no, he was still one of the relatively few; he still had some use, at least in the future. He could still likely bring at least some food back as he grew up, even if he wasn't about to be allowed to breed. Nobody wanted another runt, after all.
Thus Kai learned and grew at his own pace, mostly doing everything on his own for lack of anyone to really do things with. Still not at the size of most his age, he nonetheless grew reasonably strong and fairly agile; enough so, he believed, to do more. And with points of interest around the little settlement rapidly dwindling, more he needed... and an excuse to leave without further restriction he soon had from the coming crash land of the giant... something. As the others saw fit to move further away, so he saw fit to do the opposite. Perhaps, there, he could more so be a part of something and no longer be a runt. Who knew?
Personality: More than anything, Kai is curious; sometimes dangerously so. If it's around and new to him, chances are he'll examine it... and not, in the end, come up with much more often than not. While he does like to observe, he is unfortunately rather foolish, and doesn't understand quite a bit more than he does. As such, general findings are whether or not something is edible, will hurt him, etc.; basic descriptors that tell him what to do around a given thing, or whether to pay attention to it or not. Given that, he displays a very large lack of caution, counting on his natural and honed agility to get him out of any tough spots. Ever the optimistic and curious fool in the end, the Creai manages to get by nonetheless. How long he still can is anyone's guess, but he doesn't plan to stop his methods anytime soon.
Ethnicity: Creai - Black Fox
Appearance: Full appearance (albeit uncolored; don't mind the weapons)
Standing at a reasonable 5'11" that still puts him under the large majority of his kin, Kai's otherwise lithe figure also conveys a weight a good deal under the rest. A 'runt' indeed, comparatively, his form still betrays some definite muscle; runt he may be, but weak or slow he is not. Otherwise, his body is covered in jet-black fur with a fair semblance of hair crowning his head, and greyer patches from his chin down to his stomach, as well as the tips of his ears and bushy tail. Amongst other features one would quickly noticed are the dark green, canine slitted eyes and the dark red marking on either cheek; otherwise, one could say he is a fairly unremarkable humanoid, black-furred fox.
On a separate note, in regards to attire, Kai rather prefers a simple cloth vest left open in front, and matching pair of pants, both brown in color (whether naturally or through dirt buildup is anyone's guess). Anything more, he can't be expected to care about.
Role Play Sample: Darkness. Darkness that suited him, more so. This was, effectively, his time, his element. Few others in the little colony had fur near so dark as Kai's own, and that, then, was his advantage. Sure, they all had quite good senses of hearing and smell to potentially find him, but he was light; stepping quietly was a benefit granted him more so than his larger brethren, he as the runt.
It could be a little difficult, but yes, he could definitely do this. He could definitely escape the shackles that had held him firmly here for all his life, and once he was gone, that would surely be it. He would be on his own, completely.
There, then, a little... oh. That was a basket. Right, there were a bunch of those around right now for the migration, weren't there? Well... so much for silence. So much for really having options now that he seemed to have suddenly alerted one or two others around. His options, then?
Run. Run fast, run far, and don't look back.
So the young Creai did, with reckless abandon. Never mind that he tripped over something else in the darkness and momentarily stumbled. Never mind that someone called after the 'runt'. Never mind anything, just run. True freedom lay ahead, after all... as did a rather large and imposing figure shortly enough.
Well, this was going to be interesting...
Age: Nineteen moon cycles
Race: Creai
Origin: It could well be said that the life of a 'runt' was difficult. Little was offered him, little was allowed to him; largely speaking, from the offset, the Creai cub was mostly on his own. In a way, it certainly had its negatives; those around in their little region of the world wouldn't pay him much mind, and socializing was not a thing he was very frequently introduced to. In another way... it let him be free. Free to wander, free to observe, free to learn. All in all, free to do just about whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't stray too far from the little colony. Runt or no, he was still one of the relatively few; he still had some use, at least in the future. He could still likely bring at least some food back as he grew up, even if he wasn't about to be allowed to breed. Nobody wanted another runt, after all.
Thus Kai learned and grew at his own pace, mostly doing everything on his own for lack of anyone to really do things with. Still not at the size of most his age, he nonetheless grew reasonably strong and fairly agile; enough so, he believed, to do more. And with points of interest around the little settlement rapidly dwindling, more he needed... and an excuse to leave without further restriction he soon had from the coming crash land of the giant... something. As the others saw fit to move further away, so he saw fit to do the opposite. Perhaps, there, he could more so be a part of something and no longer be a runt. Who knew?
Personality: More than anything, Kai is curious; sometimes dangerously so. If it's around and new to him, chances are he'll examine it... and not, in the end, come up with much more often than not. While he does like to observe, he is unfortunately rather foolish, and doesn't understand quite a bit more than he does. As such, general findings are whether or not something is edible, will hurt him, etc.; basic descriptors that tell him what to do around a given thing, or whether to pay attention to it or not. Given that, he displays a very large lack of caution, counting on his natural and honed agility to get him out of any tough spots. Ever the optimistic and curious fool in the end, the Creai manages to get by nonetheless. How long he still can is anyone's guess, but he doesn't plan to stop his methods anytime soon.
Ethnicity: Creai - Black Fox
Appearance: Full appearance (albeit uncolored; don't mind the weapons)
Standing at a reasonable 5'11" that still puts him under the large majority of his kin, Kai's otherwise lithe figure also conveys a weight a good deal under the rest. A 'runt' indeed, comparatively, his form still betrays some definite muscle; runt he may be, but weak or slow he is not. Otherwise, his body is covered in jet-black fur with a fair semblance of hair crowning his head, and greyer patches from his chin down to his stomach, as well as the tips of his ears and bushy tail. Amongst other features one would quickly noticed are the dark green, canine slitted eyes and the dark red marking on either cheek; otherwise, one could say he is a fairly unremarkable humanoid, black-furred fox.
On a separate note, in regards to attire, Kai rather prefers a simple cloth vest left open in front, and matching pair of pants, both brown in color (whether naturally or through dirt buildup is anyone's guess). Anything more, he can't be expected to care about.
Role Play Sample: Darkness. Darkness that suited him, more so. This was, effectively, his time, his element. Few others in the little colony had fur near so dark as Kai's own, and that, then, was his advantage. Sure, they all had quite good senses of hearing and smell to potentially find him, but he was light; stepping quietly was a benefit granted him more so than his larger brethren, he as the runt.
It could be a little difficult, but yes, he could definitely do this. He could definitely escape the shackles that had held him firmly here for all his life, and once he was gone, that would surely be it. He would be on his own, completely.
There, then, a little... oh. That was a basket. Right, there were a bunch of those around right now for the migration, weren't there? Well... so much for silence. So much for really having options now that he seemed to have suddenly alerted one or two others around. His options, then?
Run. Run fast, run far, and don't look back.
So the young Creai did, with reckless abandon. Never mind that he tripped over something else in the darkness and momentarily stumbled. Never mind that someone called after the 'runt'. Never mind anything, just run. True freedom lay ahead, after all... as did a rather large and imposing figure shortly enough.
Well, this was going to be interesting...
