Family:
Mother: Unremembered (Deceased)
Father: Unremembered (Deceased)
Brother: None
Sister: None
Lifemate: Once was lifemated but he broke that and left.
Recognized: Has not done so yet
Kits: None so far
Description/Image:
Young but appearing fully grown this catelf stands proudly at 4', shoulders broad and his body leanly muscled. Long dark brown hair falls down over his shoulders to the middle of his back, held back with a bright green leather tie it is kept off his face. A slim regal nose divides his face, deep green eyes alert and appraising above and mouth below, the lower lip full. His ready smile dispells any of the coldness his eyes might convey, at least to his friends. The golden tan that glazes his body is even, seeming not to miss any portion of skin and there is a great deal of that visible. The loin cloth hanging only from wait to midthigh in front and back, a knife strapped to one thigh and his legs bare even to the feet. Often choosing to go with no foot cover to feel the ground against his skin.
Background:
Childhood a faded empty spot clouded by this memory loss he only remembers those things since he awoke. His life starting from that moment in time when he almost became dinner for a longtooth. Sudden a huge back cat sprang out knocking the longtooth aside and was followed by an elf, then a second panther and elf. He does not remember his tribe, his name, his parents or anything of his past, though he cares little for that now. He was brought into the holt and has become a welcome member, as if he belonged with them. Learning to hunt and fight, he quickly became adept at the hunting but has yet to be tested in battle. He has not gone to look for his family, in truth he considers them dead and therefore of little concern. He makes friends with almost everyone he meets but has yet to develop deep relationships almost as if he were growing up again and had not reached that stage in his life.
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