Zeris Kuval

==Identity==
*Pronunciation: zˈɛɹɪs kjˈuːvə͡l / Audio Pronunciation: Ze'Ris Kuval
*Race: Leonine
*Age: Approximately 24 years old.
*Pronouns: He/They
*Voice Accent: Deepened voice, with an undertone gruffness.
*Height: 211cm (6' 11")
*Weight: 158kgs (350lbs)
*Fur Color: Sable with highlights of ochre.
*Skin Color: Dark brown.
*Left Eye Color: Amber with a predominate white circle around the pupil.
*Right Eye Color: White and cloudy.
*Attire: Gambeson that is indigo in color with a loosely fitted pair of dirtied white braies that rest below the knees.
*Markings: Faded burgundy tribal embellishments across the forehead, shoulders, inner forearms and calves.
==Personality==
*Traits: Overly confident and assertive, presumably commanding and abrasive in conversation while instinctively protective of those they consider to be family or friends. Can be apprehensive of spontaneity, preferring a methodical approach to situations. Operates with a considerably honorable moral compass but lacks the understanding of what is lawful in a civilized society.
*Goal: To free their pride of the oppression of their loa known as the Master of the Sands, and to further their connections with outsiders.
*Bonds
**Kuval Pride
**The Pariah
*Flaws: Believes they are infallible
*Pop culture influences (who are they like): The personality and physical likeness of Ron Perlman with the range of Dermot Mulroney and influences of John Hurt.
==Social Connections==
*Immediate Family Members
**Tyr'Ve 'Monarch' Kuval (Mother)
**Kal'Ris 'Heme' Kuval (Father)
**Juss'Ve 'Princess' Kuval (Half-sister)
**Az'Nei 'Elder' Kuval (Half-sister)
**Dyr'Ju 'Prince' Kuval (Half-brother)
*Friends
**Xy'Nu 'Softpaw' Kuval
*Acquaintances
**Members of the Shiremyr Brigade
**Claedus Roae
**Members of The Rorqual
*Social Class: Squalid in civilized cultures
*Occupation: Fortune Teller
*Combat Class: Magus
*Where do they sleep at night: Aloft any tree or secluded area that provides opportunities for concealment.
==Background==
Ze'Ris comes from an outwardly revered pride of Leonine known as the Kuval, and is the youngest prince to the Monarch Tyr'Ve and the only kin to Kal'Ris. During their adolescent life they were established to be a sustaining member of the pride through means of protecting against outsiders that could potentially pose a threat or be a negatively impactful influence on the way they survived, which was designated for all male Leonine born into the Kuval. When Ze'Ris came to the age where one must participate in the sacred ceremony known to the Kuval as the Hymn to the Sands to begin understanding the history of their prides' culture, the Speaker of the Elders unexpectedly perished. Bewildered by the delay in the ceremony, the young leonine convinced his eldest sister Az'Nei along with his pride-mate Xy'Nu to conduct the ceremony unbeknownst to the rest of the pride. Journeying mentally into the Leonine essence realm known as the Greymane without the connection to their loa from the passing of the Speaker of the Elders, they were met by a mysterious figure referred to as The Pariah, who spoke a language that Ze'Ris had not heard before but understood fluently. It soon became knowledge to the young leonine that the ways the Kuval had become accustomed to living was under the oppression of a maleficent being known as Master of the Sands, and that they were mentally manipulating the Speaker of the Elders to maintain control over the pride and gain power for themselves through unchallenged devotion, and to suppress The Pariah who aspired to bring the Kuval into a more prosperous way of life by means of expanding their knowledge of the outside world and influence. Ze'Ris was skeptical of this contradictory information revolving the pride, but they could tell that what was said was true and that there was only a limited window of time before the connection became severed again unless the young leonine was willing to form a pact with The Pariah. Upon agreeing, Ze'Ris was forcefully shunted out of the Greymane and regained consciousness. With rising concerns revolving the new characteristics of their right eye, Ze'Ris could feel a connectivity with the world around them as opaque purple and golden strings of mythical energy radiated from creatures, effortlessly floating all around them.
What seemed like weeks went on before a new Speaker was selected to carry out the ceremony in front of the entire pride. Ze'Ris could sense the mythical strings were beginning to fade from them as the Speaker cited the first incantations, indicating the connection with the loa had been reestablished. A familiar voice abruptly bellowed in the back of Ze'Ris' mind, "You are not yet prepared." It was all that they could hear despite the onslaught of cheers from the surrounding pride-members and looks of admiration, for the coming of age for a prince of Kuval was a momentous occasion. For the first time in the prides' history, an eligible prince rejected participating in the ceremony. This was met with immediate astonishment and muttering from members of the pride as Ze'Ris passionately proclaimed that they interacted with The Pariah weeks ago in an effort to sway their views, which inevitably led to the pride to shun the prince and their unsanctioned venture to the Greymane was declared sacrilegious behavior to the Leonine. Tyr'Ve felt an immense veil of shame shadow her. She looked at Kal'Ris scornfully due to the actions of her own son, and without reconciliation she exiled Ze'Ris from their home of Lurmane to wander the wastelands of Altura. With the assistance of Az'Nei and Xy'Nu, Ze'Ris was able to acquire enough supplies to withstand the perilous journey through the expansively arid desert and be challenged with venturing beyond the familiarity of their tribal grounds by following the direction in which the sun awakens. During their travels across parts of northeastern Shofaxton, living off of the scarce vegetation provided by the desert, sheltering in remnants of sand covered structures and prowling the rolling dunes for any unsuspecting chopnozzles while avoiding wild nests of Santerians. Ze'Ris encountered a group of traveling caravanners and militia men identified as the Shiremyr Brigade coming from the country of Guaso and traveling to the port city of Pishka. Greatly fatigued and unable to conceal themselves from the outsiders, the passerby's noticed the Leonnie's condition which prompted the brigadier Lythian Caldwell to provide ample aid out of generosity and permitted Ze'Ris to accompany them in exchange for additional support should the need arise. The group spent a fortnight traveling south along the easternmost coast of Shofaxton, and Ze'Ris became engrossed by the tales of their travels across Clondach, and quickly learned about the sheer vastness of the world they had been exiled into, which felt daunting.
Arriving at the outskirts of Pishka in the late evening, the vibrant colors of the city were unlike anything Ze'Ris had ever witnessed before. As a large vessel came into port Ze'Ris was perplexed by the scale of such an object. They inquired as to what it may be which brought amusement to several members of the Shiremyr Brigade. Now captivated by the shimmering spectacle floating across the water, Ze'Ris had an insatiable longing for their pride and an ache formed in their chest as they wished the pride could also bear witness in the moment. Suddenly the same voice beckoned to them in the back of their mind, "Venture forth my champion. Greatness awaits you." Upon entering the city, foreign fragrances wafted around Ze'Ris as the streets bustled with folks of a multitude of races; most of which were unknown to them. Motes of light illuminated the cobbled pathways as the brigade navigated their way throughout the town until suddenly coming to a halt at the front of a large structure where individuals donned in similar attire greeted the brigade in an honorific fashion before unloading the contents of the caravan into the building. Lythian approached Ze'Ris along with several members of the brigade they had been traveling with and offered a gracious number of supplies inside a tattered bag held together by interlaced threading before departing ways as many of them became sympathetic to the troubles the Leonine faced. Lythian advised that going to the Consulate of Pishka in the morning may provide more sustainable options for someone in a culture unfamiliar to them, and until then to limit their interactions with any of the locals as they may prey upon the naivety that Ze'Ris presented. Being eternally grateful for the grace bestowed to them by the brigade, Ze'Ris proceeded to take their leave and traversed throughout the now desolate streets until stumbling upon the docks which gave them a closer examination of the vessel that had captivated them hours before. They eventually found themselves adventuring across the city until they discovered a presumably secluded area that they could rest undisturbed while recollecting all of the new experiences they had been exposed to before lulling to sleep.
Ze'Ris awoke the following morning to a clattering of miscellaneous objects and was surprised to be met with the reflecting glimmer of the sun into their left eye as four heavily obscured individuals towered over the makeshift rucksack, with a fifth individual extending a finely crafted scimitar downward at Ze'Ris. Unable to discern their features and being in a compromising position, they emitted a faint growl as a feminine voice called out to the others in a hastened tone, declaring it was time to go but not before Ze'Ris got a brief glimpse of one of them which had the stature of a leonine child. Ze'Ris clambered to stand and stook in disbelief of what had just occurred. The rucksack provided by The Shiremyr Brigade now had only a few remaining contents scattered across the rugged pathway. Gathering what had remained of their belongings, a sense of dread loomed over them as they stumbled out of the alleyway in the direction the mysterious individuals had gone which opened up to a widened pathway in the city. During the night smaller standalone structures were erected with dozens of voices vying to stand out in the sea of people. Grasping firmly onto what little they possessed, Ze'Ris found themselves towering over most of the inhabitants in the area, noticing periodic glimpses of surprise and acknowledgement of the Leonine as they brushed past individuals with ease. They navigated the unfamiliar area by following signage that directed them to the consulate which had been referenced by the brigade. Ze'Ris discovered the building, noticing a small gathering of people was assembled on its steps that seemed to be clamoring as several heavily armored individuals observed them from a relatively limited distance. Approaching the building, the attention of the armored individuals shifted to the hulking comparison of the Leonine with several visibly tightening their grip on their hilts that laid along their sides in preparation to draw from their sheaths. Not acknowledging their reaction, Ze'Ris entered the building where they were immediately met with a large individual adorned in feathers pompously standing beside a pedestal, several awaiting to greet them.
"How may I assist you... Sir?" Echoed throughout the entryway of the building with a hint of sparsity in the tone as Ze'Ris marveled at the interior of the building before meeting the gaze of the individual who insistently asked the same question. After introducing themselves and explaining the details of what brought the Leonine here, a stillness persisted in the air while the consular Claedus Roae beckoned for the Leonine to accompany them to their office where they sifted through various documents pertaining to resources available for something of this magnitude. Unable to provide the necessary assistance, they insinuated that the next possible solution for Ze'Ris would be to travel to the city of Niqamui by boat in search of the adventuring guild known as the Firebreathing Kittens, which was last rumored to be taking on new members and providing more accommodations than that of which Pishka could offer in these troubling times. Ze'Ris was given a small assortment of equipment, including a few circular pieces of tarnished silver wrapped in a blank sheet of parchment paper. Claedus explained in a reassuring tone that these supplies should be more than enough to get them where they were headed and to present the parchment to the guild leader of the Firebreathing Kittens; Nulisag. Cleadus then escorted Ze'Ris out of their office and gestured towards the entrance. Proceeding outside and past the now larger crowd that seemed to quiet down as the Leonine approached, Ze'Ris attempted to navigate towards the docks and discovered considerably smaller vessels had arrived in place of the one they had seen last night. Observing the harbor momentarily before curiously reexamining the blank piece of parchment they were given by the consular, Ze'Ris overheard a shrill voice that stood out amongst the general hubbub from the dock stating that the vessel that was taking passengers to Niqamui was departing soon. Hastily making their way towards the ship, a burly individual with tusks protruding out of the corners of their mouth stood beside a reinforced ramp and promptly stopped Ze'Ris from boarding the vessel by swiftly stepping in front of them. Marginally taller than Ze'Ris, the individual snorted while scrutinizing the leonine subtly before stating in a harsh tone that passengers are instructed to forfeit their weapons during the voyage and to provide an assortment of bronze pieces for safe passage. Not having an understanding of value or concept of higher quality materials around metal-based currencies, Ze'Ris provided the equipment and silver given to them at the consulate and inquired if it was sufficient for covering the voyage. Grinning profusely and cachinnating lightheartedly, the individual secured the equipment inside a small crate before hoisting it onto their shoulder and guided Ze'Ris across the wobbly gangplank. Upon boarding, several members of the crew stared at the Leonine and murmured amongst themselves as the ship began to drift away from the dock in an unsettling manner for Ze'Ris until it was able to begin navigating the northeastern coastline of Shofaxton.
Nearly a dozen cycles of the sun had occurred before Ze'Ris saw landfall on the horizon. The initial journey was difficult to get accustomed to, for they had not experienced such motions before, as the jostling of the vessel made even the most trivial of tasks extremely unsteady and would even cause them to stumble into other boarded members. However, as time persisted, Ze'Ris began to grow fond of the new experience despite reminiscing of the warmth provided by the Altura desert and had begun establishing a more confident sense of their balance as the ship referred to as The Rorqual pierced through the clashing waves. Ze'Ris to become familiar with another perspective of the world they never even fathomed to consider before this journey began, which was getting to hear the remarkable stories shared amongst the members of the crew and frequent travelers who at one point would've been considered outsiders to Ze'Ris. Spending days in a limited confined area with a handful of others created the environment to allow Ze'Ris to become more comfortable with sharing their own stories of what it was like to grow up a part of a Leonine pride and the honor associated with it. Despite disclosing the circumstances leading to Ze'Ris becoming an exile amongst their people, in conversation it was never alluded that they harbored animosity towards those that were merely living as they always have, especially their family. Now within the coastal outskirts of Niqamui where the alleged Firebreathing Kittens Guild is, Ze'Ris saw numerous other ships of varying sizes departing in presumably all directions of the main harbor. The dock overflowing with crates and individuals clumping together caused Ze'Ris to firmly grip onto the mast as they fixated on what laid just over the horizon, with only one thought repeatedly circling in their head which was the wishful hoping that this may just be the break they were so desperately seeking to finally hear the words in the back of their mind say, "You are now prepared." For Ze'Ris may have been forced to do this journey on their own but they surely knew that they were doing it for what mattered most to them, their family. 
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