Post by Ὀδύσσεια♐ on Apr 10, 2015 21:10:28 GMT -5
KASKA
NICKNAME(S): She can't really remember any of them.
POSITION: Sklavin
BASICS
AGE: 2 Years
GENDER: Female
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT: 26 in.
APPEARANCE:
An assortment of colors and hues paint Kaska's coat. Her head and face are dark, mixed in charcoal black and a deep russet that descends across her wide chest, her shoulder and down her front legs. The scruff of her neck, spine and middle differ in that they are mostly black, cream and grey, with a light splashing of both light and dark brown to her stomach. Her back tapers into much the same variation as her front, with her tail tipped in the same variation as her head. Her right fore-paw is dipped in grey.
One will notice that she is lacking in stature yet is not as lean or delicately built as some she-wolves tend to be. In fact, she's fairly robust. Kaska has good bone to her with marginally shorter and solid legs, receding down into paws that fit adequately with her overall build. Her coat is thick, its texture naturally silky to the touch and eyes splashed akin to amber. Her ears are somewhat on the smaller side, as is a tapered muzzle. In all, Kaska is an overall well-rounded specimen, her frame not favoring speed nor brute force but fallen somewhere in between.
PERSONALITY
If you asked her, Kaska would tell you that she isn't anything especially interesting or unique. She's not filled with sunshine or storm clouds, the glass isn't half full nor is it half empty. In fact, she'd much rather know what's in the glass that would make it worth her while. Her mood typically remains on a fairly level line, mostly in some perpetual zone of mere content or detachment. It's a task to yank it one way or the other, for she's found life isn't worth a surly temper or a an unrealistically bright outlook. She's not oblivious to the harshness of the world, always with the reality imprinted somewhere in her head but she doesn't see any need to stumble around moping about it. She exists, lives, gets to see the light of day and is simply glad of it.
There is a certain level of curiosity to her that hasn't been whipped out by a life of slavery. She's nosy, shameless, facetious, social propriety an enigma to her. She wants to know what everyone is all about and isn't easily perturbed or frightened off, and she doesn't really care if she's annoying or embarrassing anyone in the process. Life's a bitch, and she's probably the least of anyone's problems the way she sees it. On the contrary, she does not particularly care about everyone to cross her path, it's merely that picking them apart is a far more exhilarating pass time than anything else, and she always has a thousand questions. At he root if it perhaps she still possesses some form of puppy antics in the way she goes about things. Easily struck by boredom, she'd much rather find any way to pass the time than being a boorish, brooding or responsible adult.
Life hasn't really thrown her many souls to attach herself to which shows in the fact she's an independent creature despite her binds as a slave. Often she tells herself it's probably not worth it to form a bond with anyone, and it hasn't helped that she's been tossed around from dominor to slaver to dominor more times than she cares to remember. They said she was boring, or annoying, and they moved on without her. She doesn't sulk about it or really contemplate it much, but it is not far off the mark to say it's influenced her knack for not giving a shit, and it shows. She'll figure you out to hold her over until she's tossed off again, then forget about you, much in the way everyone has of her.
FATHER: Horus
MOTHER: Skaci
SIBLINGS: none
HISTORY
Sometimes Kaska will invent grand tales of a world traveling sklavin. One that has seen all corners in her short years, one that has faced down a giant bear, scaled great cliffs in the name of her master, seduced some great king in some far-off and mystical land. The chosen sklavin, destined for great things. Sometimes, she'll even share this story or some variation of it with others. Always, they know she is bullshitting and that she just doesn't want to talk about her real, mundane life.
Kaska is a born and bred slave, though she couldn't actually tell you if her official father was actually her real father. Heck, he could have actually been her first master for all she knows. So, she's at least half-bred slave, and that's all that really mattered to land her in her position. Horus took care of her though and it's merely a lucky thing that her mother had any sliver of maternal instinct otherwise she might not be here now. Kaska can't really blame her mom too much though. She wouldn't want pups in the same conditions she was born in. In fact, she's half convinced her mother killed any siblings she might have had and only stopped at her once the guilt had seeped into her veins. But that's also Kaska's imagination getting to her. Still, her mother always did look uneasy when the subject of siblings was ever brought up. Kaska has decided she doesn't actually want to know anymore.
She's gone through several dominors in her short span of life. Her first was the worst, by far, and she doesn't care to remember him all that much. At five months he got tired of her, said she was too yappy, and tossed her to Auktion Rock. She's grown quite familiar with that place, in fact. Her second was less of a domineering, insufferable bastard, a trend that she hoped would continue. But he also got rid of her when he decided she wasn't really worth his time. The other sklavins were better. Cowardly, sniveling maybe, but at least they were eager to jump at it and do their jobs. Kaska is, in fact, kind of lazy. She isn't oblivious to the fact that she lucked out in that many would have probably felt it easier to just kill her than give her away. Save 'em all the trouble and all that.
It was the fourth dominor that finally ended her up where she is now, back at Auktion Rock. He wasn't all that bad as far as egotistical brutes go, maybe she's a little sad about it. But she's kept on like she always does, taking the whole ordeal in a far better stride than many in her position have managed. She's never been much of a true optimist but she's seen worse, could have had it worse, and realizes simply being tossed around like a scrap of meat that's dulled to the taste is far better than some fates.