Vuatrilis

## ***Vuatrilis "Atrillian"***

*A young and fearful Beastkin born among the hatred and alienation that stemmed from an isolated human village along the outskirts of an unexplored territory.*

## *Physical Appearance*

Vuatrilis is a thin Beastkin that resembled that of a black and white speckled fox creature native to his home territory.

His left hand has a malformed appearance do in part to a sickly gene in his mothers genetic pattern his fingers have melded together to form four spindly and long digits which end in his claws.

Portions of Vuatrilis's skin has broken and cracked allowing the growth of an unnatural crystal to break through the surface running the length of his arm, upper chest and spine releasing an eerie amethyst glow.

### *Equipment*

Vuatrilis is equipped with the bare necessities; he wears a leather top, leather torn pants and a chain mail sleeve running along the length of his arms. His clawed/malformed hand is the heaviest armored area on his body as a custom made gauntlet of steel covers up a bigger portion of his arm.

The only weapons currently present on his body are his malformed hand, which he favors, and a single rusty blade that adorns his hip.

### *Personality*

Scarred and suffering from deep mental trauma as a result of his rough upbringing and past sins Vuatrilis prefers isolation and minimal contact with those around him. Always second guessing every action he does he's often times seen yelling at himself or talking to himself as if there's another entity present.

### *Talking Habits*

Stuttering, self talking, conceited and unfamiliar with a heavy accent of growls and hisses. (Uneducated manner of speech)

-A filthy beastkin would tug at your hand the stench of trash and rat waste clinging to his clothing- "Do, y-you carry that which cleans skin? I... want cleanliness, you will give right?." No? Then we will take what wants!"

### *Upbringing*

Born to the loving couple known as Lucia Atrillis(beastkin) and her husband Azumano Atrillis in an isolated human village along the outskirts of an unexplored land. Vuatrilis was raised as an only child his mother a seamstress and his father a village guard, as the only family of beast kin in a human village they were often times alienated by the community. Mockery, insults, malice and hatred found no shortage here.

That is until the death of his loved ones by his own action.

### *The Seeds of Corruption*

Vuatrilis was abducted by a human organization, several weeks after the incident in which led to his current affliction and death of his parents, who identified themselves as the Golden Rose a group of what appeared to be merchants and vagabonds however this was simply a façade. The Golden Rose was a notorious group of thieves, murderers, bullies and slave traders that held several large operations around the outskirts of unexplored territories within the world.

Trained(beaten) and manipulated(enslaved) into a ruthless pawn by a man known as "Rafiel" Vuatrilis was used to rob or coerce uncooperative clients into being more submissive to the Golden Roses demands through brutal and aggressive means. -wip-

### *Entry Scene*

Vuatrilis would stumble to his feet the waves of the water rocking the boat irritating his stomach until finally he couldn't hold it anymore. He'd rush off towards the stairs leading to the deck his stomach churning and his cheeks puffing up bit by bit, pushing frantically with all the might in his little arms he'd open the hatch and roll out to the deck barely holding the contents of his mouth at bay until he could reach the edge and heave a heavy acidic yellow phlegm into the crystal clear waters below him.

It had been several months since he joined this crew and was packed into the depths of the ship to guard a wealthy noble mans horde of treasures and yet here he was finally free of a task he never wanted. The lands called to him not only so he could seek redemption for the painful reminder of his sins that clung to his spine and arms, no he was looking for adventure and a new life.

He'd huff his chest and wipe the bile from his short muzzle, squeaking irritably as the foul fluid clung to his short fur, and walk off onto the pier only to behold the sight of a bustling town. The place it will all begin or end.

### Special Notes

Vuatrilis is exceptionally terrified of rats.