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A young hybrid of the age of seventeen, his blood a mix due to the marriage of a Sher'kasta ( tiger humanoid ) father and a human mother, Arc is a wandering warrior with no real destination. This is reflected in his appearance in a sense, as his clothing and overall look gives off the airs of one who is more at home on the road than on a farm or big city. Around an average size of five and a half feet, he has a lithely muscled body, the definations of his structure tight yet sleek as if he were a true tiger himself. His body is most definitivly human, with regular limbs and such, with a few things to betray his true self. Growing from his backside is a three-foot long tail, with the reddish-gold and black stripped fur of his heritage. His feet are human shaped, but covered in the same fur up to his calves and the toes tipped with sharp claws. His hands, though human and hairless, are also clawed, the nails of both hands and feet rock hard. His eyes, also human but a slight almond shape, are a deep green splashed with gold, the pupils slitted slightly. His ears are more akin to an elfs than a human or a tigers, long and pointed, with small birthmarks like stripes on the backs and tips of such. On his face are the same stripe-like black birthmarks on his cheeks, and the same markings are on his bac along his spine and on his forearms. His hair, shoulder lengthed and held fron his eyes by a pair of special goggles, is a deep silvery blonde that reflects the light well with it's bushy locks, a hint of the reddish fur of his father in thin lines in the tresses. His clothes are usually torn and well traveled, a pair of dark and loose pants held up by a leather belt, sturdy leather boots and an open vest, no shirt underneath. He usually wears gloves as well to hid his claws, and his tail wrapped around his waist like an extra belt, and hidden under a wrap made of tiger fur ( made from the hide of his fathers old rival ). Around his neck is a silver chain, holding a gold wedding ring given to him by his mother before she passed.

Personality

As a human, he is a bit wild, and as a Sher'Kasta, he is a bit tame. To the humans around him he seems as a wildfire, always on the move and ready for any excersise to prove himself as strong and to burn his excess energy. To his Sher'Kasta kin he seems less than energetic by their standards, as if he were the incarnation of a calm and simple flowing river. In truth he is both the river and the fire, a passionate and just youth who is constantly seeking to find peace in a chaotic world. His love of brawling, and his natural abillities at it, make him a natural born fighter, and his quick and sharp mind make him a natural leader. His outer aura reflects himself perfectly, a happy young man of courage and strength. he does not hide who he is personality wise, though he tries desperately to hide his heritage due to being mocked and attacked by prejuduce as a child.

Equipment

His knuckles are his main weapon, but he does carry with him three blades of varying makes and sizes. One is a dagger carved from the bones of a mighty fiend his father defeated, and it is his most cherished possestion next to the ring his mother gave him. One is a longsword with the properties of both lightning and fire, enchanted by a dear elven friend a few years back just for him. the third is a katana from a far away land that belonged to his best friend and teacher before disease too him. It is a secret blade that he does not draw even in dire circumstances.

History

Born to a mighty warrior named Sherish'Shangel Shangs and a human thief named Marricia Kunnings, he was raised in a human village next to the tribe of his father, and as such recieved tutoring in both races lessons. Though his parents loved him dearly, he was picked on and beaten by the people of both villages due to his mixed blood. After his father died in a hunt and mother in a bandit raid, the young hybrid walked along a lone path until he met a woman named Anziriel, an elf swordswoman who taught him to fight and to be a good, honest person. After her death of a disease, he too her weapon and became a wandering soul, doing odd jobs and body-guarding those who would pay for his services.

Arc J. Kunnings's Story