Family:
          Mother: Leerni (Deceased) Kandra (A)
          Father: Wiln (Deceased)
          Brother: None
          Sister: Sunn
          Lifemate: None at this time
          Recognized: Has not yet done so
          Kits: None so far

    Description/Image:

The 3'4" figure before you seems to resemble an elfin kit. His thin, almost gaunt frame leaves you wondering if there's anything but bone beneath his pale skin. Light brown hair flows down over his shoulders to his mid-back, unkept and {messy, odd for a cat elf. Even more odd are the streaks of silver and white running through it, surely he can't be that old. Looking over his almost sickly thin face you are drawn to his eyes, set deep into the sockets, which jut out making you wonder if he's been eating. The eyes themselves are faint and pale in color and what look to be blue, though they could be a light grey for all you know. You almost don't notice his thin nose upturned slightly at the tip or his thin pale lips set into a bony jaw.

A simple brown leather vest rests on his torso, gaunt as it is, leaving his bone thin arms bare. Upon seeing the arms you notice something strange. His right hand is missing, only a stump resides at the end of the arm. A matching pair of brown breeches he wears on his lower half covering his legs. He wears a set of same colored moccasins on his feet. There is a vacant expression to his face and you notice he slouches a bit.

    Background:

I'm not sure you're ready for the tale I'm about to tell, but the again if you weren't, you wouldn't be reading this right now, would you? It it tragic and horrid but then again...so is life.

The young Tiiken was born to the loving father Wiln and mother Leerni. For the next few turns he grew up fast, becomming very agile and swift. His parents taught him the ways of the cats, the agility and hunting techniques. But one terrifyingly unfortunate day an event happened that would alter Tiiken's life forever. While he and his parents were out gathering berries one day a small human hunting party happened upon them and captured them. The three were taken back to the human's village and were prepared for a sacrifice. Tiiken's parents were lashed to two large rocks yet Tiiken was left untied, for reasons he did not yet understand and wished had never happened afterward.

In a bizzare and twisted sacrifice the shaman tied the sacrificial knife to tiny 5 turn Tiiken's hand and proceeded to force the young kit to kill his own parents. After the gruesome deed had been done young Tiiken felt and saw his parents blood running off the knife onto his hand. Still hearing the pleas and death sounds of his parents the child became angry, hurt, and horrifyed all at once. Before the shaman could slay the cub Tiiken wriggled free and ran into the forest nearby. He hid from the humans who gave up searching after a while. Then in a fit of rage and self blame he bit through the ropes attaching the knife to his hand. Then he picked up the bloddy knife and cut his hand off thinking it to be evil. The he jabbed the knife into the severed hand and threw it into the trees.

Afterward he came out of hiding and wandered until he found his tribe who had been looking for him and his parents since they sent for help. Seeing the stump on the end of his right arm and hearing the tragic story the healer healed his arm as best as possible. The tribe then consoled Tiiken and moved on. Though Tiiken's pain and suffering didn't stop there. Ever since that horrid day he has had terrible nightmares every night. Nightmares of his parents, re-living that day, some even mutating into him willfully killing his parents, even enjoying it. Neeldess to say over the turns the elf's mind has slowly worn away. I..HE is on the point of insanity, his eyes always bloodshot and a nervous hitch to them. Since thet tragedy he has not spoken a word and sends very rarely. He's always glancing about not trusting anyone.

It has been 6 turns since I...err...he was forced to kill his parents. He has not let the tribal healer try to help him, claiming the nightmares are his punishment for such an evil act.

Kandra adopted him soon after, taking him on as her own. She is perhgaps the only elf he'll send to and he feels more comfortable around her than anyone else. He lived with her for those 6 turns and more. Kandra soon recognized another catelf, Veesha, and Tiiken helped her when the kit was born. Aiding his mother in the raising of his sister on the savannah they were calling home. Kind and gentle though always silent his young sibling seems not to mind that she is the opposite of her brother in every way.

His new mother also seeks to help him sending him soft sweet images as he sleeps and trying to push back the darkness that robs him of rest. She has recently carved a hand made of wood to be fitted against and over his stump so that at first glance he is no different than any other and to perhaps distract him from his memories.

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