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| User: | 9over1 (210181) |
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| Name: | Kenzie aka Rudra | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Name: Kenzie Nicknames/Aliases: Rudra Gender: Male Race: Animal Shapeshifter Actual Character Age: 42 DOB: July 21st Physical Description: Kenzie, in human form, is rather small at only 5'2" and 115 pounds having an almost feminine build. He has striking features, with dark hair and eyes, and olive skin. Rudra, the cat form that he is rather accustomed to staying in, is very large with fluffy, white fur and penetrating green eyes. Most would think this form of cat to be a Maine Coon, which can be anywhere from 30 to 50 pounds in weight and up to 48 inches long. Distinguishing marks: He has no scars, piercings, or tattoos. The only mark that is really distinguishing is a mole over his upper lip on the right side. PB: Kli Micheaux Tachibana Birth Location: Unknown Personality: Kenzie has spent his entire life, or all of it that he can remember at least, in servitude. Because of this, he has grown disgusted with human kind all together, especially witches. He prefers to spend his time living life not in the human form that he was born into, but as that of a cat who gets everything handed to him and never has to serve anyone. He is very moody, very adverse to change now that he has gotten used to the life he now has, and rather stuck up in the sense that he feels he is better than the rest of humankind. He has developed a vast hatred for humans, especially witches, to the point that he almost views them as an infectious plague, especially witches, that needs to be wiped out. When he thinks or feels something, he lets everyone around him know it with the looks that he gives. He prefers to keep to himself, isn't a fan of conversation, and has, at this point in time, zero ambition to do anything aside from lay around and be lazy. Personal Background: Kenzie was born into servitude, or at least that is what he thinks. He has no memory of ever having had a family, no memory of ever being a free person, no memory of any life prior to his life as a servant, or familiar, to a rather powerful witch by the name of Hestia. As a shapeshifter, he made the perfect servant. He could be of use in human form, of course, rather it be for sex or hard labor, and of even more use as an animal. In his most common animal form, that of a large, white cat, one that would usually be classified as a maine coon breed, he could get into places that she could not, see things that she couldn't, observe those that she couldn't even begin to get close to, and come into possession of things that she desired for her craft. Kenzie had no idea if she was a good witch or a bad witch, or even if there was that much of a difference. All he knew was that her demands were ceaseless and she drove him to the brink of exhaustion almost daily. Hestia moved from place to place often, packing up the few things that were required, along with Kenzie who was required during those times to stay in cat form until it became incredibly painful and nearly drained him. She would test him on that from time to time, forcing him to stay until he could take it no longer, making him shift over and over again for days on end, weeks, months, until he had gotten to a point where he could stay in the form for several hours with no ill effects. It would be nearly a day before the pain would start, and well into the next day before the exhaustion would become too much for him to bare. But after an hour or two spent recovering, he could shift again and maintain it for a good while longer. It took many years and much pain to develop these skills, but they were important enough to Hestia that she invested her time in training. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he started to catch on to what Hestia was doing. She seemed to be building something, or collecting something rather, and going from place to place to get the pieces, using him for her own gain. That just pissed him off, not that his life so far hadn't, but that made him even more angry towards her. And it was then that he began to become stubborn, not doing the things she wanted him to do so easily, hiding food when he had it so that he could survive even if she did decide to chain him up, and mentally blocking any reaction his body might have whenever her hands started to wander and she had an itch she needed for him to scratch. That really pissed her off, and amused him to no end. She was shit, and though he was trapped, her magic much too powerful for him to escape easily, he wasn't going to bow down to her needs. Soon after he decided that she was shit and started to do everything he could to piss her off, he started to think about a way that he could actually get away from her. He watched her closely, every time he had a chance, trying to find out if there was a weakness that she had, something he could use to his benefit. She did leave at times, going to secret meetings or something, or maybe to weight watchers (She sure needed to.), fuck if he knew, and eventually, given enough time, he could tell when she was going to be leaving by the way that she did things that day. He also noticed, given enough time, an amulet that she seemed to use at all the doors and windows to ward it perhaps, and it began to make sense to him that, were the amulet destroyed, the wards on the house would fall, or at least weaken, and he might be able to make it out of there. One day, when he knew she was going to be leaving, when it came close to nightfall, the time when she always left, he decided to give it a try. This was after they had moved yet again to god only knows where having only been there for a few days, not long enough for him to have even gone out to see the place where they were. He began to act up, running around the house in human form like a crazy person, and then shifting and trying to claw his way out of the door. He sometimes threw fits, but none like this, and this was enough to make her lose her mind, and enough to distract her as well. She spent a good half our beating him into sedation and by that time, she was so flustered, and so late, that she walked right out of the house without grabbing the amulet that she normally took with her each time she would leave. It was now or never. Kenzie grabbed the amulet and threw it against the wall, cracking it into pieces. At that moment, the house seemed to lose all of its weight, and he made a run for it, quickly opening the door to freedom. There she was, right outside, coming back towards the house in a panic. Surely she had felt it. He had no time to spare. He shifted into his cat form, as he could move much faster and made a much smaller target, and made a run for it. His heart was pounding in his chest as he was nothing more than a ball of flying fur. He was afraid to stop running for fear that she was right behind him! So he didn't stop, not until he was exhausted, from both the running and being shifted for so long. He finally had to stop, finding a tree to hide in, as a human, and rest, sometime around the wee hours of dawn. When he awoke the next afternoon, he was pleased to find himself still in the same place. She hadn't found him during the night. He had lost her. He was free, at least for now, and he planned on staying that way. He had no clothes, and after his experience with her, he had no real desire to be around people, but he knew that was the safest place for him. Hestia rarely traveled amongst the towns. So shifting into cat form once more, he made his way into the city, a city that was unlike most of the cities he had ever been in, not that he had ever really been in one alone. He kept to the back alleys, feeding off of scraps that were thrown out by restaurants, finding high places to perch where he could see the streets around him just to keep an eye out for Hestia, and, when need be, finding a quiet place where he could shift back into human form and rest for a while before changing into a cat again. Kenzie had just become comfortable with the life he was living, free of Hestia, when something horrible happened! Yet again, he found himself in captivity, but not as a human or even a shapeshifter, but as a cat! He was taken to a place where there were all these other cats, and dogs, kept in cages, with humans coming in once in a while throughout the day to peer at them and others, in uniforms, coming in to feed them. It was horrible! And he had plans to escape as soon as he got the chance. The first night there, he managed to get the cage door open after everyone left and he had shifted back into human form, but the door was locked and there was no way out. He was stuck until he could think of something else. Every night for weeks and weeks, he would shift into human form and try to escape. The cage that he was in was large enough for him to do this due to the fact that he was placed in a larger holding cage than most cats because of his massive size while shifted. There were no windows, however, that he could break free from, and no security tapes to give up his rouse. His days would be spent as a cat, lounging around, being fed food that wasn't so horrible compared to what Hestia had sometimes given him, and being cooed over and petted by the occasional child that wandered in with their parents looking for a new pet. But he was so big, and tricky, they told people, very very tricky, that no one ever asked to take him home. But it wasn't really that bad. Hestia was nowhere around. They never starved him, and for the most part, they just left him alone, which was fine by him because he really had no desire to befriend anyone. And then one day, a man came along. And in spite of him being "tricky" and so very "independent", the man decided to take him home. Kenzie would come to learn that the man was named Ezra and his home was inside of a vast school that was apparently designed with supernaturals in mind. Ezra deemed him Rudra, which wasn't his name, but wasn't a horrible name either, as far as names went, not that he had ever known many. When alone, he would shift into human form, rest, and then take on cat form again anytime someone came around. He took up the habit of following Ezra around the school, avoiding any guards or more aged students that might possibly be able to figure him out, curious as to what it was all about and yet jaded enough that he didn't feel the need to come out. Life as a cat was great so why should he? He got free room and board, Ezra had no idea, he was always warm and always well fed, never abused and most importantly, left alone for the most part. What could possibly be better than that?  Family: NoneWeakness: Because he is so close to a human, he has many of the same weaknesses as a human. He is, however, mostly immune to human illnesses, but this is not 100%. He can get sick just as a human can though it is very rare that he does. He can only shift into forms that are similar in size to himself. It is not feasible for him to shift into a five pound squirrel nor into a 500 pound elephant. He can't reduce nor increase his body mass by such an extreme amount. He also cannot shift into forms he is unfamiliar with without it being incredibly taxing to him though this is something that he has never really tried. He also has a strong weakness to a ball of yarn. Perhaps it is just from spending so much time around other felines in the pound, but when he sees a ball of yarn thrown, he has to run after it. This may or may not apply to him while in human form. Magical Abilities: Kenzie can change into animal form and stay in that form for extended periods of time. The longest he has ever stayed shifted was a period of two days and that was with him barely exerting himself physically while in animal form. He is not very skilled in shifting into much aside from his cat form, Rudra, who is a large, white feline. He's never really practiced shifting into any other animals. Any Training: He has been trained, by way of starvation, to stay shifted for long periods of time. Aside from that, he has nor desires any other training. Special Skills: He remembers a lot about spells and spell components from listening to and watching Hestia but has no magical inclinations in that sense. He may, because of that, be a good student for potion making or herbology, but he really doesn't care to learn about either of those things. Aside from that, he wouldn't say that he has any skills. House: Zephyr House is where he will be placed Start Date at Halcyon: Arrived at Halcyon as Rudra, Ezra's pet cat, in April 2007. Classes: None at current but his classes will be as follows next semester -Early Morning: None -Mid Morning: Art: Drawing -Late Morning: English: Beginning Courses -Mid Afternoon: None -Late Afternoon: None -Early Evening: Math: Beginning Courses After School Clubs: None Teaches: N/A Job: None AIM Name: None Rooming with: Ezra for the moment since he is his pet, and then when he moves to the house, alone would be preferred. | |||||||||
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