Ki'Tann a poussé son chemin devant la petite fille avec peu d'attention pour ses curieux murmures, dans une hâte de satisfaire une flétrissure de curiosité morbide qui avait tranché son chemin dans les recoins de son esprit avec une détermination inlassable.
« Bouge, petit », sifflait-il, se hâtant vers l'arrière de l'auberge, laissant Patricia errer sans but. Astuce, robinet, astuce. Ses griffes arrière cliquaient contre les planches de bois froides, dessinées indéfiniment pour équilibre et prudence. Barefooted était plus confortable, plus naturel, même s'il tournait la tête et permettait aux cailloux occasionnels de se retrouver logés entre les coussinets de ses pattes. C'est comme ça qu'il l'aimait, et c'était une façon fantastique de différencier l'intolérant et l'acceptant, pas qu'il était sur le point de faire la distinction toute cette importance. Pour lui, il ne sépare que ceux qui méritaient de mourir, et ceux qui méritaient de mourir sans douleur.
Il était là depuis moins d'une minute et l'odeur putride de Humies était déjà collée à l'intérieur de ses narines. Le tabby passa au-dessus de quelques patrons soigneusement, tissant autour des fissures dans le sol comme un danseur. Le rythme de ses pas marmonnait, un deux, un-deux-trois-quatre, un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq, indiquant subtilement une approche méthodique du bien versé dans le subterfuge, ou le pas d'un ivrogne à quelqu'un avec un bout de bon sens, mais Ki'Tann n'essayait pas de cacher quoi que ce soit, et il n'était certainement pas enivré. Son épée massive était exposée pour que tout le monde le voit, enroulée confortablement dans sa gaine sur son dos, avec une arbalète accrochée juste en dessous de celle-ci, attachée à sa ceinture. Au-delà de cela, son visage était ouvert à tous à voir. Il ne cachait rien de ses traits, et sa figure lithique était discernable avec facilité. Il était à peu près aussi assassin de chat qu'on pouvait l'obtenir.
Ki'Tann a jeté un grand coup d'œil sur l'auberge alors qu'il s'avançait, s'écroulant dans une chaise qu'il trouvait isolée des tables de l'auberge. Sa queue fouettait autour et se reposait confortablement à ses côtés, scindant d'un côté à l'autre pendant qu'il arpentait soigneusement la pièce. Sa curiosité n'aurait pas été satisfaite tant qu'il n'aurait pas su de quoi il s'agissait.
5 feet 8 inches / 145 lbs NAME Ki'Tann RACE Felinia - Felis Catus (Common Tabby) AGE 29 CLASS 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.
 EQUIPMENT -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. BACKSTORY  "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.