Kutenai

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Your character's full name: Kutenai (Kute)
Age: 17
Species: Ferret
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Kutenai has a light build, more like that of a runner than a fighter. He's of average height and stature with a tendency to hold his head at a tilt so that the marred side of his face is less visible.

He's dark sable in color, with black ears, mask and back. His fur shifts to darker brown along his sides, the top of his legs and most of his tail, it finally lightens to a cream color on his paws, maw, underbelly and at the tip of his tail.

Nothing about him screams fierce, he is, after all, still quite young and doesn't appear to be a war torn fighter. His only visible wound is on the left side of his face, a white gash runs across his forehead, forming a silver line through his black eye and onto his cheek. Though it is hard to tell, and he is careful never to let anybody know- he is nearly blind in that eye and can only sense light and dark and shadows through it.

Belongings:

Kutenai carries all the essentials but doesn't often pick up on things of much sentimental value. He does hold onto a few odd items- shiny nicknacks and woodworking tools. He'll pick up things off of roads and pocket them, eventually most of them get lost without notice.

He carries a few knifes (as mandated by his sister) but his weapon of choice is a long sword.

Job or Position:

Mooch, rabble rouser, etc.
Occasionally will work with Sleet as a mercenary.
Theif for hire

Personality:

Kutenai is, when given the chance, an awfully easy beast to get along with. He isn't particularly concerned with others in general, he feels no strong urge to be sociable or friendly- but he wouldn't deny a passing chat.

Kutenai works in extremes, he can be very social, friendly, outgoing, or extremely reserved and standoffish. At times he is a bit fearful when first meeting a stranger, what his sister combats with anger he shies away from. His nervousness generally passes quickly, or is hidden. He can act outgoing and friendly, creating conversation and gaining attention quickly. Both reactions to company are born mostly out of unease, but despite his flip flopping first impressions, if a situation arises his instincts will kick him into fight mode suddenly and he will go from quiet and unassuming, or friendly and sociable, to viciously determined.

Kutenai doesn't feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he accepts what he sees and lets it slide off of him. He doesn't hold onto the hate and the injustice, it leaves him as quickly as it hits him. Even the crimes he commits don't seem to affect him, he forgets them as soon as they are over- perhaps by choice or perhaps out of need.

History and Background Information:

Kutenai does not remember his life outside of Mossflower. He was raised in a rowdy group of bandits with an affinity for roadside robberies. Wild and restless as a child he was regularly the groups runner, leading any angry recently robbed beasts on a chaise away from the camp and into the woods where he would hide out and then come back once the danger had passed. His life was lawless and brutal, full of cheap fun and useless spoils.

At the age of eleven a raid from Salamandastron paid a visit to his band where the camped near the shore. The mayhem that followed was nearly completely missed by the small ferret, who's quickness willed him an escape down the shore.

Having run far enough away that he assumed his safety Kutenai stopped for the night. He had not thought that one particularly determined hare might follow after him, just as quick and much more prepared. Thrust into his first real battle the odds were far from on his side.

The scuffle that ensued was ended quickly by a third party- Sleet's knife. She would have recognized the face of her little brother anywhere, even years past seeing him. The reunion was not as heart warming as it could have been, seeing as he had no idea she had ever even existed.

Still, only hours after the two had met again they were attached. Sleet fell into the role of guardian like her life was dependent of it and became extremely protective of him. When he was fourteen he stepped in to help his sister in a fight with a group of surprisingly well armed squirrels. One slashed him across the face and what followed was a particularly ugly slaughter as Sleet took it as an invitation to personally rip apart ever other beast within range.

Now, at age 17 he spends a chunk of time on his own or preforming odd jobs he picks up, mostly petty theft and robbery. Still regularly seen with his sister or as an accomplice to her assassin jobs he's not as well known as she but equally disliked by those that detest her.

Any other details:

He likes to do magic tricks :D

Code Words: -Correct-

[Treble Tiderunner]

Accepted.