Name: Torao
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Animal: White tiger
Height: 5’10”
Hair Colour: White (with darker strands threaded through)
Eye Colour: Yellow
Personality:
Loner/stand-offish. Torao isn’t so much anti-social as possessing a strong desire for his own space. He can only stand people around him for a short span of time before he will lose patience with them and let his inner snark out; this will take the form of sarcasm or downright rudeness (he may actually grow to like some of his fellow classmates, particularly the younger or weaker ones (and his sense of duty may lead him to feel he has to defend them), but he’ll never admit it).
Curious. Torao possesses a seemingly insatiable curiosity about humans (although overlaid with a strong streak of hostility) and he will take risks that may seem foolish to gratify his curiosity.
Background
As warriors and leaders of their tribe of beastkin, Torao’s ancestors were a constant thorn in the side of the human regime – every few years some fresh oppression would bring them snarling out of their village, only to eventually be supressed by the Templers, although always at considerable cost. Their family was only permitted to live due to the fact that they kept the tribe united and, when not rebelling, were a powerful work force, a mix of farmers and hunters and loggers, capable of bring down many of the great wilderness trees that the humans needed for their never ending industry – if the family were wiped out, the tribe would disintegrate into a mob that would have to be liquidated and a healthy chunk of the human tax revenue would be lost.
After the last uprising the few remaining family elders counselled patience: simply wait, until the time was more opportune for them to seize their freedom. When the king’s decree reached the village, it seemed like the opportunity they had been waiting for – it was decided that one of the family would be sent to study at the Academy. When they graduate, they can use the knowledge gained to help the beastkin understand the humans and so negotiate better terms with them (or, whisper it soft now, reveal weaknesses they can exploit to end the human oppression and take a bloody revenge).
Enter Torao. As the second son of the leader’s three children, he was the perfect choice – trained as a warrior, he should have an eye for human weaknesses while being able to defend himself where his beloved younger sister (a mere cub of twelve) might struggle, and being the second son was less valuable than his older brother and heir apparent (and hence expendable).
With an age old creed of honour and duty to the tribe behind him, there was no consideration that Torao might refuse – and in any case, he’s curious about the humans he’s only ever seen from a distance at tax collecting time ( he was caught trying to sneak out to explore the nearest human town three years ago – he still burns with embarrassment when he remembers the look on his older brother’s face when he was dragged in front of a meeting of the elders by the guards); are they really the evil oppressors he’s been brought up to believe?
Other: Every warrior in his family wears a red collar around their throat – it’s a symbol of their enslavement by the humans and by tradition it will only be removed when the beastkin are free. If anyone tried to mess with it, or take the piss, he will do his best to beat the crap out of them.