Ki'Tann

Felinia - Felis Catus (Common Tabby)

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Spell-Sword

{Self Taught Alteration magic}
-Invisibility spells strong enough to conceal objects, but too weak to hide large bodies, including humans. Making a goblin invisible though? Sounds like fun.
-Close range hallucination spells, capable of completely shattering the weak-minded. If you let him get both of his paws on your temples for more than a second, it's lights out.

{Scholar-Taught Elementalism}
-Control over the elements to varying degrees. Though, to conserve massive amounts of energy, Ki'Tann strays away from fire-slinging and rock-launching, preferring to use his elemental magic to enchant his weapons, hence his title of spell sword. He can imbue materials with low cost enchantments. This of course, isn't limited to weapons.

-A lightweight long-sword made of tempered Steel, lengthier than the average blade. Completely impractical in the hands of somebody with no training using large weapons. Ki'Tann prides himself on the agility he's achieved with nearly 6 feet of steel.
-A crossbow, as well as a rather generous supply of bolts. One handed, accurate, deadly.

^{"Life for common-bred Felina bodes horridly outside of the free states. Entitled humies mock my kin for the patterns upon our fur without regret. Far be it from me to claim any high ground, but know that my actions are at the fault of every last wretch who saw it necessary to pull on the tails of my brothers and sisters"} ~ _{Ki'Tann, to the lecherous fools who question his actions}

Common Felina who've served under merciless humie boots are granted a freedom from morality, and with such a freedom, a license to lie, steal, and murder without remorse. That is how Ki'Tann thinks, shaping his morals in the wake of those who see themselves as more entitled than his kin. Ki'Tann, or Kit as he prefers, lives his life between bouts of melancholy and vicious threats, desperately gripping to what little identity he has left whilst dodging arrows flung with Rancor at his treacherous striped hide. He has been labeled as a thief, a murderer, and much worse by those who have escaped his wrath, or the lucky few who continue to draw breath after paying for his services. Needless to say, he is not a very nice person.

From the day he was born into a litter of 6, Ki'Tann knew no mercy. He and his siblings were sold into slavery as kits, raised to obey and serve at the boots of humans. Felina Kits were affordable, impressionable, and in great number, after all. Why not use them for something? It wouldn't have been so bad, if Ki'Tann's owners weren't colder than a fatal winter. As he grew into his role as a house servant, as did his resentment for all humankind. The stories he was fed to shatter his spirit only stoked a flame in his soul, a burning hatred for his captors and the entitled Felina who saw his sub-species as less-than-worthy. For every mark that his owners carved into his tail, he carved a notch in the base of their broomstick. By the time that he'd covered his instrument of cleanliness in scratches, Ki'Tann had decided that enough was enough. One night, as his master, his wife, and their two children settled down to sleep, Ki'Tann snuck out of his shack, and clawed his way into their bedrooms. With his aptly sharpened claws, he slit the throats of his would-be family, and fled their land with an empty locket, and a bag of gold, leaving his pain, and his soul to burn along with his victim's corpses on the edge of their farmland.

The years that followed were harsher to him than he'd ever known. After he'd burned through the gold he'd pilfered from his masters, Ki'Tann found it difficult to survive on his own. With so much prejudice aimed at every other race, Ki'Tann found himself pillaging any food or gold that he could from anyone who was stupid enough to leave their belongings unattended. Of course, he spent his time in and out of jail cells, caught countless time by guardsmen as he amateurishly hobbled from food stand to food stand. It was there, where he learned from some of the most despicable fellows you'd ever hear about. Lock picking, swordplay, and even the basics of mana. Slowly, Ki'Tann was learning about everything one needed to live a life of crime without worry.

The time Ki'Tann spent in jail began to dwindle. Guards found themselves in tatters, forced into corners by his uncanny swordsmanship. Men and woman whispered rumors of an evil cat wielding a blade longer than his own tail. His name became infamous among criminals, and at last, he'd found an outlet for his boundless seething rage. But staying in one place proved too dangerous for a single rogue Felina to manage. In time, Ki'Tann realized that he would have to move. And so he did, across the world with little regard for those he plowed through. He took what he wanted. He killed any who stepped in his way. Only in the company of other common bred Felina, would Ki'Tann show kindness and understanding. And that's how it went for as long as he can remember.