Family:
          Mother: Arima (Deceased)
          Father: Zimin (Deceased)
          Brother: None
          Sister: Unnamed
          Lifemate: None at this time
          Recognized: Has not yet done so
          Kits: None so far

    Description/Image:

A tall muscular elf stands proud, his 4' form powerful and richly tanned a golden brown. Dark brown hair with red highlights falls down around his shoulders in soft waves curling gently at the ends. His face is rugged, nose aquiline and regal beneath bold lavender eyes. Swimming in the depths of those eyes are flecks of violet and navy, the ring around the bright color a rich royal purple. He is dressed in green leather short breeches a dagger strapped to his thigh and catclaws hanging from his other hip. A narrow vest of a light suntouched brown hangs open over his chest and back exposing the rippling muscles of his stomach. Short bark brown boots rise to his ankles protecting his feet from dangers on the jungle floor.

    Background:

Born to Arima and Zimin through recognition, it was late in boh their lives and neither had thought it would come to them. Arima was some 600 turns and Zimin a good deal older had been chief scout for many many turns. Jorm was a healthy young kit that his parents named Sirat, who was treasured by his mother. His first bond came to him at the age of 7, an deep grey almost black panther with midnight dark spots that he named Firak or 'spotted one'. As he grew his parents taught him of hunting and he learned other things as he was interested from his tribemates playing often with his agemates and getting into trouble as all kits will. He enjoys the jungles, their beauty and freedoms and yet he respects their dangers. In his life he has had many friends, easily affectionate with most, though he chooses to keep his matings private. None sure if he has one currently and some not sure if he has ever had one at all. Perhaps some day he will be more open with his feelings toward what ever mate he mates. He is kind and gentle enough for that, careful even with the kits, many believing he longs for the day when he will have his own.

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