Skyleth

Information

• Basic Info

  • Name: Skyleth Lyndruss Tariskatt the Third
  • Alias(es): Skyleth, Sky
  • Sex: Male
  • Age: 29
  • Birthdate: 7th March
  • Species: Werecat
  • Sub-species: Serval (Leptailurus serval)
  • Sexuality: Homosexual (with potential to played as bi-curious)
  • Occupation: Unemployed
  • Secondary Employment: Assassin/bodyguard for hire.
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Height: 5.9ft OR 179cm OR 1.7m
  • Weight: 9.8st OR 62kg OR 124.6lb
  • Eyes: Dark green
  • Hair: Dark red/red brown
  • Identifying features: Thin scar across left side of lips

• Extra info

  • Allergies: Silver
  • Phobias: Feral canines (dogs mostly)
  • Medical issues: Colourblind (fully colourblind to red, partially to green), often suffers from migraines, depression and paranoia
  • Quirks: Has incredibly sensitive hearing and can hear heartbeats through stone walls. He is also quite capable of leaping up to ten feet into the air from a standing start. He has the ability to track faster moving retinal images (e.g: a mouse darting) than humans but has trouble seeing incredibly slow moving things as if they are actually moving.
  • Next UK full moon date: 9-11th June (this will be updated every month and Skyleth becomes an anthro or feral serval during this time)

• Description

  Trained in: Hand to hand combat, sword/knife use, knife throwing, archery, dancing, playing piano and speaking both Common Tongue and Human.
  
  Human
  Roughly 5'10 in height, this usually hooded figure seems far more sinister than it has any right to be - remove the cloak and one would see a dark red haired man, somewhere in his mid-twenties by his face but possessing eyes of worldly knowledge and the scars of a person well familiar with the idiom "life isn't fair". Visible in the face area alone is a long-healed slash across the left of pale lips, twisting any attempt at a sincere smile into a leering smirk; other marks are hidden beneath his clothes, the most notable of these being whip-lashed lines across his back. Usually preferring to stay fully clothed at all times, he stays aloof from social situations... The most common expression seen across that - otherwise handsome - face is one of blankness, trained not to show his base emotions on his visage. Large green eyes lead to an arrow-straight nose, with slightly pointed chin, to a jaw not quite as strong as it is delicate. Once he could have had looks; now the scar across his face rather ruins the appearance. The lithe, sinuous frame under baggy clothes could, perhaps, compensate for this, having not a single bit of fat on him and possessing a kind of feral grace that makes each of his moves precise and fluid.
  
  Anthro:
  This form has two stages; neko (during which Skyleth has a serval's ears and tail, yet no other noticeable distingushing feline traits) and full. During a full transformation, usually only brought on by full moon, he will become 6' tall, furred entirely with dark red pelt and show a pattern of black spots, melting into stripes along his short curved tail. He generally does not wear clothes in this shape - at least not traditional clothes, instead covering his modesty with a loincloth of black hue. His green irises completely consume the white of his schlera and his mouth is filled with predatory teeth. Each finger features a hooked nail, similar in design to a claw but only retractable on the hind paws, which are much closer to feral, as he stands digitigraded. In this shape he is prone to irritable behaviour and poor judgement.
  
  Feral:
  26in tall and 35in long, Skyleth stands unusually tall even for a serval; this is because his legs are quite long compared to his other features. His fur is dark red, the same hue as his hair and his eyes are entirely feral. In this shape he often begins to act like an actual feral serval, prone to stealing small objects and jetting off after mice or birds. The spotted pattern of black takes the shape of four stripes along his head and shoulders, dropping off into large spaced spotting along his body and then becomes stripes once more on the tail. The back parts of his ears are black and feature two large white bars, each ear almost the entire size of his head. He cannot speak in this shape but has an unusually large range of sounds he can produce; the serval is able to purr, meow, chirp, hiss, grunt, growl and cackle.

• Personality

  Possessing a feline's innate lethargic nature, Skyleth spends the majority of his time in the deepest parts of the forests surrounding several rural areas, often found sunbathing - though he's only ever found off-guard by woodland fauna, disappearing before any of the locals spot more than a whisper of his cloak. So few have come to know him that his mannerisms are mostly a mystery, leaving much unknown. Very rarely will he venture outwards to the nearest bar, where the strange hooded figure will sit to drink quietly and barely so much as look at other patrons. From the few encounters of this kind, it's known that he is of quiet nature, with a surprising knowledge of culture such as art and music, though more classical than modern. Sounding gruff from the scarce use of his vocal chords does not prevent others from noting his well-spoken tone or pleasant baritone voice. Though mostly of the calm persuasion, he has been known to interfere in unfair fights, supporting the underdog, suggesting there is good yet left within his otherwise solitary, roguish nature. When confronted the lithe young man will not hesitate to threaten or to carry out those threats, however, so his supposed good heart should not be taken advantage of.

• History

  Skyleth doesn't know much of his own history; as far as he's concerned, the original home of marble floors and silent servants is mostly a fuzzy dream. He remembers a few words of his mother and her kind face but otherwise, his life truly began at the Assassin's Guild. It was not a compassionate place; though he was the third son of a lord, he was, due to pressing money issues, required to learn a trade.
  The Guild provided the best education standard of any around, despite the shady activities of the trademen themselves. There trained to the highest standard to become in total control of his emotions, thoughts and feelings, Skyleth can present an outwardly blank front to any and all situations, even as far as being able to endure extreme torture. Unfortunately during his first solo mission - after the questionable departure of his partner in the night - things went awry and the target's bodyguard infected the young assassin with the Lunal disease which causes a change at full moon. It caused other changes in his abilities and ways of thinking, too and with eyes opened to the fact that his training partner had in fact been sold into slavery, his new mind lead first to rebellion and secondly to flight, spending the next few years of his life trying to put distance between those who wanted him dead and himself.
  Half dead and unsure of how to survive in the deep forest, Skyleth's life was saved by a youngling dragon, who sheltered him for reasons unknown. He never learnt the name of his saviour but upon parting ways - after the beast had taught him all it knew of the surrounding woods - he was given a gift of a dagger, made from the drake's claw. He discovered that his world was war torn by humans, seeking to drive out every sentient species that did not share their blood - and for the most part, succeeding.
  Skyleth's new people were on the brink of extinction and in the panic of finding himself hunted, he fled. After pushing on desperately to a place where he knew stories were told of other realities leaking into his own, he was lucky enough to discover something of legend; a tear, where other worlds dragged their whispery fingers over the solidness of his home world. It took all of his courage to press on, emerging with wide eyes into the new world of Furrae. Now convinced that the Guild has given up chase (for how could they follow him, through such a mysterious portal?), he lives a solitary, lonely life in hopes of never being found out as a Were-beast.

• About Spoons (pet)

  Spoons is Skyleth's constant companion and his only link to the outside world. After having accosted a hunter in the middle of his shot (originally for his wallet), Skyleth found a dead bobcat and a single, squirming kitten at the base of a tree... Some small soft part of his heart made him take the kitten home and raise it. Spoons is now a large, somewhat eerily intelligent feral cat - in truth he is half bobcat and half witch familiar, though he doesn't know it. The result is a creature made of pure, steel-under-silk muscle, that moves with a rolling gait and rippling dark fur; around the size of a small labrador, the cat easily out strips any dog when it comes to brains and getting his own way in matters. He responds better to hand signals than to words, obeying Skyleth's every command... even if he may grumble about it. He has large, focused yellow eyes, grey-brown tabby fur and a thick, fluffy tail. The cat wears a pink diamante collar and will happily maul anyone that mocks his "shinies". He named himself Spoons and believes the word means "Little Moon"; while he can't speak English (or any language other than Feline), he can understand it perfectly, making him a dangerous spy.

• Character Sheet

  Human Form

  Active Magic		Latent Magic		Poison Resistance
  Speed		Intelligence		Strength
  Logic		Animal Instinct

  Furre Form

  Active Magic		Latent Magic		Poison Resistance
  Speed		Intelligence		Strength
  Logic		Animal Instinct

  Feral Form

  Active Magic		Latent Magic		Poison Resistance
  Speed		Intelligence		Strength
  Logic		Animal Instinct