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Znajda has a minion!

Castor the Graymalkin

Znajda
Legacy Name: Znajda

The

Reborn Keeto
Owner:

hollo

Age: 18 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: March 5th, 2006

Adopted: 18 years, 1 month, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: March 5th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 7
Strength: 14
Defense: 13
Speed: 14
Health: 15
HP: 13/15
Intelligence: 7
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Kennel Cleaner

Name: Znajda
Age: Endless - Looks to be in his mid-twenties
Height: 6' even
Gender/Orientation:
Male/Asexual
Favorite Activity:
Gardening
Personality:
Aloof, but caring. Quiet voice, introverted, not talkative at all. Comes off gruff sometimes, apathetic occasionally.
Description:
Pale skinned.
Hair is a golden orange, usually styled into a fauxhawk that becomes longer towards the front and flops over his right eye.
Eyes are amber, right eye is stitched shut.
His build is lean, just slightly muscular. He has no scars.
Has ears and tail even in human form.
His aura manifests in fiery wings, and he can will them to appear or disappear as he pleases.
His style of dress is extremely casual. He has been known to wear the same clothes for days until they become too stained from work or digging in the garden to wear longer.
He is an avid gardener.

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He is a man who has lost everything.
He had a family, parents and siblings whom he loved. He had a wife and the hopes for a large family.
He didn't know why the curse - the sickness - appeared, didn't know what he had done to bring it upon himself and his family.
The open window, the full moon outside, he could still see it clearly. The strange gray cat sitting outside, silent and eerily spectral in the shifting moonlight. The feeling that came over him was alien, distressingly so. Rage and pain and hunger, hunger, but for what he didn't know. The pain started that night, piercing out at the back of his skull and spreading across his head and down his back, setting his muscles to twitching and his ears ringing. His eyes burned, his vision wavering, shifting, morphing into something grotesque and disfigured. Trees became skeletal, the wind became filtered with dust, and the cat - it was cat no more. What creature it was that sat outside his home that night, he didn't know, but he could suspect that the pain, the sickness, the changes that came over him that night were it's doing. The creature smiled at him then, spoke through a dozen mouths at once, in a language he didn't understand.
He heeded it's call all the same.
For years he lived with his affliction, attempting to control the urges, the pain, the anger. All for nothing. The creature would wake him, and the hunger would spike through him again, changing his form, shifting his mind, until he could no longer follow his own thoughts, or even form them. Disfigured, more animal than man, some form of beast from the darkest of legends, he found himself following the creature through the night, performing acts so terrible and obscene he could hardly believe himself part of them.
Desperately he searched for a cure, a release, an answer to the madness that plagued him.
He found it. His pleas reached the ears of a different creature - or being, he should say. A cure could be found, but it would be costly, and perhaps dangerous. Perhaps, it might not even work at all. He could not care for the fine print, whatever the cost he was ready to hand his soul to the devil himself to find some rescue from this situation. His new Master was no devil, but no angel either; but this Master also held the key to unraveling his curse.
Gladly and without hesitation he traded family love and comfort for an end to his misery, leaving behind his family and his wife and signing over his life and service to his new Master.
Only after all was agreed to did the Master reveal their plan-
To be saved, he must first die.
Whether he was cured would only be seen if he had a strong enough will to return.

His life at the House of his Master was terrifying, at least at first.
He awoke, the gods only know after how long, in a body that felt familiar and yet different all the same. He could not recognize himself in the mirrors, his voice sounded like that of a friend now long gone.
His Master told him this was to be expected, the Reborn are often surprised and dismayed at the changes that they find in themselves.
The sudden bursts of fire, the newly visible aura, the heat he felt so constantly, soothing yet smothering at the same time - all natural.
How natural was a life Reborn?
He aided the Master at the House, in experiments on creatures he could never have imagined. He tended to the confined ones, to the creatures that were of no use at the moment but could be - someday. He suspected his Master had a soft spot for the lost ones, the unwanted, the homeless and forgotten. Even if their purpose was to be subjected to - sometimes horrible - experiments, to become nothing more than parts and pieces for another creation, none were tossed aside or left wanting. The Master cared for them deeply.
Then one day
the Master left.
The House, as though sensing its Master gone, began providing for those inside itself. Food appeared in the refrigerators, and clean sheets covered beds. The electricity continued to work, even after the notice from the electric company came, as did the gas. There was no answer, no reason, behind why the House continued to live with its Master gone, but there are some questions better left unanswered.
Confused and alone, Znajda did the only thing he knew - cared for the creatures left behind. When wanderers appeared at the doorway, asking for help in some form or another, he did not send them away empty handed. When the lonely, downtrodden and abandoned young Montre appeared at the door, he took him in, the house creating a new room from nowhere to house the child. When the recently re-awakened Magnus begged for a place to work, to live, one single place where he would not be judged, Znajda asked no questions and expected no answers.
Many strangers appeared over the next few years, each of them claiming to have been led to his doors by letters signed only with the word Master. He turned none away, and though only a few stayed permanently at the House, he kept contact with each one. He didn't know where his Master had gone, but he would take care of their pets - their children all the same.