Kahdahj Nekko

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Name:
Kahdahj Nekko

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human turned Werewolf

Corner Preference:
None --but considering his race Earth seems appropriate

Age:
28

Description:
Human:
Tall and boyish in looks, Kahdahj resembles nothing of a werewolf in his human form. He’s tall for a human, nearly six feet and four inches, and remarkably thin for someone of that height. His body is not strong or built as many are during these times of war, but slender and quick. Kahdahj built himself for speed and agility instead of strength. This, paired with some skill with small blades, gives him the upper hand when looking for one-strike deaths.
Lean and shapely from a routine involving long distance running and short sprinting, Kahdahj hides his masculine figure beneath a classy cloak of almost pretentious extravagance. He favors movement so everything he wears, from the button-down shirts and tunic tops to his lapelled jacket and unexpectedly clean shoes, was tailored for the greatest possible range in motion.
Long blonde hair appears almost white at noontime. It has a surprising silkiness for a man, not to mention its length; it ends hear his mid-back. He has bangs too, that frame his eyes, and somehow he pulls it all off without looking at all feminine. Even from behind, his male physique is apparent enough. Still, not many can describe every detail of Kahdahj. He has this way of coming and going that leaves certain people a little dazzled by his presence.
Chocolate brown eyes shining with a fox’s cunning are matched with a smirk suggesting mischief. A smile flies fleetingly across his face, but for every moment it isn’t there, the expression that replaces it is never truly one that reflects malice.

Werewolf:
To match the agile frame of his human body, Kahdahj’s full moon wolf is lean and remarkably fast. If six foot four was tall for a human, seven feet of werewolf when standing on his hind quarters alone may startle any pair of eyes. Fangs and claws come with the package, as well as, furry ears and a fluffy tail that he’ll bite your hand off if you touch. Wiry fur the natural brown of soil covers the beast head to toe save a strip extending from his muzzle, over the crown of his head, between his ears, down his spine to the very tip of his tail. Light in color for a werewolf, this stripe is a tan that’s a mix of his human’s brown eyes and blonde hair, if anything. His eyes remain the only remaining link to his human self, chocolate brown.

Skills:
Human:
-- Stealth & Trap Detection --
Trained as a part of the Earthen forces since the age of fifteen, Kahdahj learned the advantages to stepping lightly, knowing when to keep to the shadows when something is a little off when it comes to scenery.

-- Lock Picking --
An essential for any master thief, Kahdahj learned to play with a number of picks for basic key locks, as well as cracking codes for numerical or symbolic.

-- Rapier --
Kahdahj is --or was-- a human full through. Having no skill relating to the ground, plants, or any such form of the Earth, Kahdahj had to master a skill weapon. Rapier was his choice --to match his “dashing” good looks, he claimed-- for its speed, and precision kills rather than power. Titled Wraith, Kahdahj keeps his beloved blade of silver always at his side for more reason than defense again his enemies. It might take longer to defeat an enemy, should Kahdahj ever truly need to kill someone powerful or fighting back, but sometimes its better to have a defense against yourself instead of others.

Werewolf:
--Beast senses--
As a werewolf it stands to reason that Kahdahj’s animal senses are heightened. A keen sense of smell, acute hearing, and the ability to see in the dark keep few from escaping once they’re targeted.

--Beast Strength--
Alongside claws and razor teeth, Kahdahj's werewolf pushes a strength greater than the average man. He is not, however, the strongest of beings. A man built for strength could easily best Kahdahj's werewolf. Fangs and teeth are what give him the edge.


Personality:
Human:
Something more like intrigue and a caring for what you have to say tends to always relay through his stance and motions. He has a way of comforting a new face so that fancy speech isn’t necessary and what’s on your mind is welcome. A slick conversationalist, Kahdahj can be both charming and devious at the same time. An ulterior motive may or may not propel his actions. Leisure activities might be for “work” and what may look like work could just be to fool you. But that’s Kahdahj’s little bit of brilliance. No one can really figure him out, except maybe Naivar. While Kahdahj’s main aim in life is to deceive --he is paid to do just that-- his heart longs for something a little different.

Werewolf:
No beast is tamable. Kahdahj is no exception. He has neither conscious memory of the clock-work transformations nor can the beast even attempt human solace while running rampant. No empathy comes from the beast; survival is all it cares about. Confine it and it will ravage to gain its freedom. Hunt it and it will run or fight back. Chain it and its soul will break. Leave it be and it will probably do no more than feed on your livestock.

Sample Post:

Once he came of age, fifteen, Kahdahj enlisted in the Earth region militia at the capital. He hoped he could help Sata’s cause, protecting the neutrality of the Borran’s region. The grueling pace of a soldier’s life, however, didn’t match with Kahdahj’s natural abilities. Spying, he was told, would suit him much better, so Kahdahj changed profession. Two years of training turned into four and by his fifth year serving, Kahdahj had been chosen for a number of solo missions to gather information.

One fated night, Kahdahj was sent to a bar to learn a little bit about a rebel in the region. This rebel was a werewolf, something his jealous superiors “forgot” to tell him. Kahdahj found his target in a bar, standing upon a table and lecturing ideals of what could be if they took out the Lord of Soil to an audience drowning in ale.

“Good Sir!” Kahdahj called out. The drunk gazed about the room like a sailor upon a crow’s nest. “Good sir,” Kahdahj articulated again and came away from the wall by the doorway, “allow me the pleasure of a walk. I would rather like to hear more of these ideas of yours.”

The pair stepped out of doors into a cloudy night. The rebel target jabbered useless facts to Kahdahj, who absorbed each word with a high class attitude to match his suit and tie. This walk, however, did not last longer than a total of five minutes for as the pair maneuvered to the center of the road, Kahdahj’s company glanced skyward catching a glimpse of the full moon.

Unaccustomed to a first hand encounter with a werewolf transformation, Kahdahj stooped close to the instantly crippled man. Kahdahj could only get information if his informant remained alive, but the sight of the man’s skin bubbling and swelling made the tall blonde recoil, more nervous about his situation. He removed his hand from the man’s shoulder when the man lashed out at him with claws and a face still morphing.

A call from behind and a knife flashed in the moonlight. Kahdahj failed to blink before a familiar body stood between him and his company. A flurry of motion pushed a bewildered Kahdahj to the edge of the fighting ring. A girl, he realized, had just saved him from the beast she currently fought, a werewolf. A girl, he realized, that he hadn’t seen in years ceased motion a fell.

“Naivar!” Kahdahj screamed and unsheathed his rapier. A moment later the werewolf lay dead and Kahdahj’s knees were stained a thick, dark brown as he knelt at the girl’s side. Cradling his childhood friend in his arms, Kahdahj’s face contorted with grief. “I thought I told you not to follow me. Why would you ever do something so stupid?”

Another stranger, cloaked in tattered garments, interrupted Kahdahj, as cursed the heavens and hells alike, with a proposition. Naivar could live in exchange for... servitude. Desperation--Kahdahj agreed. He stranger directed him to leave the unconscious girl where she lay and stand so that the girl was between them. Kahdahj numbly complied. The stranger raised a hand and pushed back his hood.

Kahdahj never could remember the face the hood revealed that night. All he remembers of the encounter is excruciating pain coursing through his body as though molten rock flowed in his veins. He has nightmares now, of the world flashing between color and black and white, of smelling Naivar’s blood and wanting to taste it, of crashing through bush and leaf.

Kahdahj awoke the next morning sprawled out on the floor of a house that wasn’t his. Broken pottery, food, upturned tables and chairs littered the room. A window shutter creaked and the door hung on one hinge. Kahdahj uncurled himself, but only when he made to move did he notice his lack of clothing. Too stunned to be worried that he was completely nude, Kahdahj’s deep brown eyes stared blankly at his hands drenched in blood. Dark red stains on the floor let away from his hands to a body of a young boy no older than six or seven springs. The memory of the stranger and Naivar’s body came back to him in a startling wave of nausea --what had he done?

Spy or not, Kahdahj was not an assassin. He desire to kill those he sought information from was about as strong as his desire to see Naivar return to Borran, but as an expert of deduction, Kahdahj knew what he had done. After gathering some survival essentials and clothing himself, Kahdahj fled the recluse house into the woods. He could not return to the capitol just yet.

Four months or so later, Kahdahj returned to the capitol with the same face he’d left with. He reported the meeting with the rebel leaving out the tid-bit about being attacked, and then about living in a town nearby to follow a lead. He also reported having gone back to the village for the rebel, but heard from the folk he had been murdered by a girl. Rumor, he’d heard, was that the girl was a werewolf and had been taken into Earth region custody. After his report, Kahdahj traveled to the dungeons to check up on this little rumor only to find Naivar huddled miserably in one of the more restricted cell block.

“Naivar,” He stood tall outside the barred doorway. His chocolate eyes held no humor, no room for emotional talk. “How did you get here?” He waited for her answer before asking more. “How long has it been?” More silence from Kahdahj with his hands clasped behind his back. Once she answered him to his satisfaction with a few prying questions to prod her forward, he left her there without another word. She would have to stay imprisoned a little longer.

Retreating away from the rank smell of the dungeons, Kahdahj could barely hide his infuriation at Naivar’s treatment. A number of conferences later and a return trip to the village of the initial werewolf attack and Kahdahj stood down the hall from Naivar’s cell roaring at the guard. A permissive from the Lord of Soil himself waived beneath the stubborn man’s nose, but only after fifteen minutes did the guard yield. His orders had been, after all, that none of these prisoners were to leave the facility. Kahdahj stood waiting for the guard to unlock Naivar’s cell, his sparkling shoe tapping impatiently. He followed, his long-backed jacket only slightly ruffled, as Naivar was guided out to the streets of the city. Only when Naivar was thrust forward did Kahdahj turn his suave chocolate eyes from his childhood friend and turn back into the building. He had a new assignment. A personal assignment.


[-one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater-]

[mixedblood7]

Accepted. Your patron is Borran God of Earth.

Sorry, but as you stated, this is where you fit best. Great detail and I like the link, but I'm afraid to see what you plan to do. ;D

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