Family:
Mother: Reana (Deceased)
Father: Tswen (Deceased)
Brother: Daktir (1/2)
Sister: Bria (1/2)
Lifemate: None at this time
Recognized: Xarisa
Kits: Azish
Description/Image:
He is 3'4 with black hair that flows to his shoulders accentuating his piercing green eyes. His golden bronze skin is laced with muscles, and a slight scar runs down his cheek to his jaw. His well built arms are bare and tan with pulsing veins running up his arm. A black vest embroidered with red and green lines crossing from on side to the other covers his chest, it is closed right now and the lines run into each other, soft dark green pants hang loosely down to his calf where they meet his green boots. A dagger is sheathed in black leather at his hip, tied around his hip to keep it still and at his waist to a smoke grey belt shot through with white slashes.
Background:
Born to Tswen and Reana of a recognition that was not strong he too was not strong at birth. There were times when it was thought he might not live to gro to adulthood. Somehow the little one survived, grew stronger and began to thrive to the comfort of many the not the least of which was the over concerned healers. Around his 7th turn his father, Tswen, started teaching him more of the skill of the hunt. Taking the kit with him to perhaps grow to love the hunt as he did. One one such hunt the boy was hurt, a slash in his small side sending his father running home to the healers so that the kit could be saved. Vachin being so weak and frightened after this vowed never to hunt again, never to stray far from the camp. Of course as small kits do he did stray a bit farther from the camp and found his first bond, a ferocious little kit who was quiet good at stalking and pouncing upon unsuspecting bugs. Vachin learned with and from his bond until he one day declared he too would learn to hunt and demanded from his father to be taught.
Vachin soon became quite good often bring back twice what he actually needed. His older sister Bria sometimes doted on the boy, not caring much for the hunt herself she often appreciated the extra food he returned with as it meant she didn't have to hunt her own. It seemed to some that Vachin could read his sister's feelings better than anyone in the tribe. When he was a kit he had taken to sitting quietly beside her for hours as she stared into the canopy of trees and then when she would wakre from her thoughts he would leave her side to hunt. He has learned to fashion rough bows and sometimes an arrow or two but his real skill is becoming the spear.
Past his 3rd eight of turns (24) Vachin would wander into the jungles and be gone for days at a time. Wandering close to the camp once Bria saw him and ask that he come 'home'. A few days later he showed up in the camp spent many turns there before returning to the jungles once more. Now back in the camp again he is a skilled hunter and stronger than his fragile beginning suggested he could become. His patience is sometimes amazing, but then as a kit he had practice with the moods of his sister. His temperment sweet and gentle and though he has yet to take a lovemate anyone knows of he would have much love to give.
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