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Dascindros

"Dascindros" Called by: Dascin

Species: Half deathcat (mother) & half mimic (father)

Age: In human years, he'd be about 20- just passing from a child to an "adult".

Appearance:

Being half mimic isn't even obvious upon first look at Dascin. For all purposes, he can pass for a full deathcat- outwardly. He has double sabre teeth in his typical form, usual dark golden eyes, and faint black tiger stripes. He looks a lot like his mother, just bigger. As for his other forms, Dascin has barely explored. It was bad enough being shunned for being different- he didn't need to make it more obvious. As such, his "default" form is his deathcat one, with a ridge of tough bristle hair along his back, a piece of his left ear missing, and a scar down his nose.

When he finally takes his human form, he tends to take one of an unassuming male he saw when he was a kit. With shaggy black hair, hazel green eyes, a small splash of freckles across his nose. He was in his mid-twenties, perhaps, with small scars on his hands from whatever life he'd lived (as when Dascin and the others found him, he was very clearly dead). He's thin, with slightly olive-skin and a deceptively soft voice.

Since Dascin feels rather vulnerable in his human shape, he rarely takes it, as he has yet to discover another one that makes him feel safe.

Personality:

Quiet, reserved, tough, thoughtful, dignified. Dascin may have been raised as an outcast, but he refused to let it define him; he would rise above it and become more because of it.

Dascin is good at making quick decisions- he's spent much of his life seemingly dancing the edge of a very thin knife, between outcast and participating member in the community.  As such, he can be rash and judgmental (though he won't say it out loud, of course- he'll just think you're an ass).

For the most part he's "laid back" if only for a lack of communication skills. He has an inherit fear of "outsiders", which conflicts with his identity on many levels, leaving him confused and disorientated when meeting new people. This awkward standing tends to revert him to putting up a strong front. Easier to intimidate and find out what exactly is intended later on. (Shoot first, ask questions later.)

When it comes to comfort, Dascin prefers his deathcat form- a large cat with double saber teeth, dark golden eyes, and faded tiger black stripes. He has a scar over his nose and his ears are a little damaged. If he's nervous or unsure of a situation, you can bet he'll be in his deathcat form.

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