Scau'a Echon
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Born as first son and third child to a relatively normal home in the Shroud, Scau'a grew up like any other fugitive in the land of the Elementals. The Miqo'te grew up learning the skills important to survive, and with bow in hand forged the path that would make him a rising star amidst the grand trees that dominated his homeland. From an early age he proved an adept hunter and tracker, using the lessons his sisters taught to further his ambitions in the Shroud. Before the age of seven he could tell the difference between a traveler and soldier's tracks, and was adept at hiding from the Gridanian patrols that would spell the child's doom should he be caught. His mother went on to have two more children, both boys, and both privy to the same hard lessons that all Keepers of the Moon must endure within the tribal lifestyle.
It was early on, after 14 namedays, that Scau first realized his preferences did not run according to the typical standard of the clans. Those they passed all had daughters that ranged from beautiful to plain, and most would take an interest in a young Keeper with eyes like water and mismatched by fate. Yet the Keeper himself found nothing interesting in turn. Rather, his attentions drifted to their brothers, and he gauged each one as any normal person would a potential mate. Within the ring that his own clan belonged to, such unions were unheard of. Men were meant for the women so that they might procreate and keep the tribes strong and thriving. Something Scau wanted no part of. And, once he understood the division between himself and the rest, he sought a way beyond the borders of his beloved homeland. Of course, therein lay a difficulty, and the answer would not surface for another six years. During that time Scau bloomed from wily youth to mischievous adult, his smile full of promise and eyes full of intent. The Keeper was passed from tribe to tribe upon his transition to adulthood, and yet none managed to keep him very long before he wandered back to his own family. In his twentieth year he stumbled upon a young Ishgardian noblewoman traveling through the Shroud as naught but a researcher, and one intent upon the flora and fauna of his home. For several months he spoke to and instructed her, covering a wide range from poisonous plants to animals they tended to treat as pets. He showed her the height of the great trees and the darkest beauty of the deep caves, and through their exploration a friendship of unshakeable depths blossomed. When finally he confided to her the reason of his great unhappiness she took it upon herself to rectify his situation, and a plan was devised for his removal from his ancestral homeland. Telling only the second eldest sister he stole away in the middle of the day when most were sleeping, traversing the whole of the wood to arrive just beyond the gates of Gridania. Trepidation filled our young hunter, for he had been warned never to stray too close to the city for risk of being caught and imprisoned as a poacher, or worse. But his newfound friend was stalwart, and she met him in the dark part of the wood with a cloak and pack. These things he donned, and bold as brass walked straight through the gates and into the city proper. Most of it passed by in a heart-stopping blur as she led him to the airship landing, and those who did stop to talk to her were introduced to her mute research assistant. Through some miracle none discovered their treachery, and a pair of tickets saw them on the first airship to the great jewel of the desert: Ul'dah. It is here our story truly begins, and the trials and tribulations faced by our young hunter are only beginning.
Were one to ask the young women of the Shroud what Scau appeared like they would respond with a single word: young. And so he does, with a soft face that never truly seemed to shed that final layer of baby fat that would mark him as an adult. This, he often responds with a laugh, is naught but a boon that will let him look young well beyond his appropriate years. The young hunter is otherwise sculpted with the greatest care, his average-sized frame carrying a good deal of well-formed muscle. Ashen flesh covers the whole of his figure, his skin the color of that final moment of twilight, just before the sun is claimed by darkness. Few, if any, scars litter the hunter's athletic form. It appears at best that none have gotten him sufficiently unclothed to tell the extent in which he is unmarred.
The Miqo'te harbors a soft face full of mischief, the slight upturn to his dark lips hinting at any manner of wicked thoughts. Almond-shaped eyes harbor mismatched jewels, one of bright sea green, the other a lake blue. At the corners of each eye are bright aquamarine markings that accentuate the brightness of his heterochromia, and his face is marked with tribal stripes and three black dots above his left brow. Dark midnight-blue hair edged with a lighter blue topaz is cut in a haphazard but fashionable way, his bangs edging along the right side of his face. The male's tail is soft and fluffy, elongated further than your average tail.
Aspects That Stand Out:
Loyal. Cheerful. Brave.
Rarely is the Miqo'te given to fits of pique, and if it should so happen it is never for long. The male is like a dark little ray of sunshine, offering all those around him a bright smile and friendly advice. There is no one he seems to turn away, no one he doesn't have a preference for. The young male is a social butterfly in every sense of the phrase, from a few positive words of encouragement to strangers to full-on discussions with those he's known only a few minutes. And yet despite this open nature of his there is a darker side to the young Keeper. His sly face lends to a rather natural upward flick of his lips, the smile hinting that he might know secrets of yours. And perhaps he does. The way those heterochromatic depths look at a person, male or female, hints at a deeper understanding of the animalistic nature of mortals beyond what an innocent young forest cat might. Or perhaps it is fully in-line with one who knows animal instinct as well as a Shroud hunter? The cat hardly needs coaxing into another's arms, save for a little bit of teasing beforehand. Though one might find him hard-pressed to be an easy conquest, he is endlessly affectionate and prone to seeking the warmth of another's embrace or even stolen kisses. When around one who is quick to flirt his manner tends to change almost drastically, turning from his usual cheerful self to something far more sensual. He is more the trusting sort; willingly following after if invited to more private quarters. But those who hardly know the young hunter and who think themselves able to push for something more uninhibited quickly find themselves the victim of fang and claw. Harmless flirting appears to be a matter of course, but anything beyond requires something of more substance. His affectionate nature, however, is a double-edged sword. Where he will fall into one's embrace easy enough, the lack of affection from any outlet for extended periods of time seems to fray on his sense of the appropriate. Doubt creeps in, and the Miqo'te grows more melancholy and introspective than is natural for such an easy-going cat. To be denied completely tends to force him into a pattern of continual self-doubt and attention towards 'fixing' his open personality. Yet once reassured and petted {rather like a favorite pet} he seems to settle back into his usual mischievous nature.
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