Sachairi has a minion!

Minion the Skullion

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Pollution drifted through the sky lazily, clouding the neon glow that the streetlamps cast down onto the grimy surface of the sidewalk. Cars roared by occasionally, the occupants too busy rushing to their destination to look out the window and take a look at their decrepit surroundings. The air traveling in the wake of the vehicles scattered debris and trash into the wind, leaving the scraps to slowly drift back to the earth. Dust and dirt and smoke and god knew what else was ever-present in that air, slowly choking the city's inhabitants.

Night had fallen recently, and with it, most of the people had fled to their homes; be it a house, an apartment, or a cardboard box. The streets were all but empty of any sign of life, save for the small movements of an even smaller being. Little, bare feet scuffed along the brick ground of an alleyway, moving with mouse-like timidity. But it was with feline grace that the petite teen leapt onto a dumpster, crouching there and looking around with sharp, flashing eyes. He froze there, holding the pose until he was satisfied that no one was coming to bother him. His oversized shirt hung like a sack on his thin frame, the sleeves completely covering and drowning his hands. With a deft flick of the wrists, he freed his hands and began to rummage through the trash, his tail waving about behind himself.

His back was turned to the opening of the alley, a detail that he normally would have noticed and rectified, but he was so hungry; he had gone without food for days. He was much more concerned about getting something--anything--to eat, than about being seen.

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Name: Sachairi [last name unknown]
Alias: Sach
Gender: Male
Age: Dead ;; appears to be in his teens
DOB: Unknown

Orientation: Unknown
Status: Taken
Nationality: Unknown

Lover: Habit
Children: None

Occupation: None ;; is the revived soul of a cat who died in an attempt to save his master
Location: Either at the club with Habit or at their home


Hair: Long and black with gold beads in the bottom
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'2"
Build: Tiny
Complexion: Medium tan

Attire: Oversized, raggedy shirts and torn pants. Usually whatever he can find. Wears a grey bandanna to hide his blind eye. His "nice" clothing consists of white pants that are revealing on the sides, gladiator style sandals, and a simple black slip.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Other: Covered in many different scars, including burns. Ragged Feli ears and tail. One white wing on his left side, very torn up. Blind in his left eye.


Person: Habit
Hobbies: Wrestling with Odin
Color: None
Food: Brownies


Sachairi is gullible and naive, thanks to never having been human before. He still acts mostly like a cat, and is often confused by human customs. He's distrusting of humans in general because of his death (although he still doesn't remember it) and is easily frightened by sudden movements or loud noises. But he's a sweet, caring creature once he's opened up, although he doesn't talk much. Sach is usually lonely, and longs to have company, even if it's only for a little while.


- Only has his semi-human and full feline form
- Was murdered trying to protect a child
- Suffers from brutal nightmares about his death, but can never remember them
- Tends to hallucinate
- Has no idea who or what he is
- Desperate to find his purpose in life


Born as a normal cat, Sachairi was taken in by a young Polish couple as a companion for their newborn boy. He and the child grew up together and became incredibly close; it was difficult to separate the two. But the time came when the boy had to go to school and the parents to work, leaving the cat at their home alone for the most of the day. He began to discover ways to amuse himself, but found himself lonely more often than not, missing his friend.

It was on one such day that the feline was visited by an apparition; one of his great feline ancestor-like gods. The god had felt his longing to do more for the boy who owned him and took such good care of him, and granted Sachairi his wish. The young cat didn't know what this new power he had was, but trusted the god's word.

The years went on peacefully, but one night, a stranger broke into the house. Awoken by the noise, Sachairi stood on his master's bed to protect the boy, frightened by the sounds of gunshots and screaming, but holding his ground all the same. And then the time came for him to face the intruder.

With his friend frozen in terror behind him, he threw his tiny body at the stranger who had the intent to harm his family, not expecting to do much but perhaps provide a distraction to allow the boy to escape. But the god from years before appeared before him, finally granting him what it was he truly wished for.

He took on the form of a huge, nightmarish feline creature and fought off the man, finally killing him and successfully saving the boy, although he hadn't been able to save his parents. But the wounds he had taken during his fight were too much, and as he returned to his true form, the life slowly ebbed from his broken and bleeding body, leaving him to die in his boy's arms.

Years later, the cat has been granted life once more by the same god, given a chance to find and reunite himself with his friend.


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HA Designs: Street Clothes ;; Home Clothes
Fanart: By Xirro ;; By PiranhaPettingZoo ;; By Slytherin