Kinban [[FINISHED..I hope.]]

Name: Kinban

Age: 15

Appearance:
Facial Appearance:
At first glance, you would think he was a female off the top. Incorrect~ His hair is pink, permanently, due to the radiation affecting his hair growth, infusing the fake pigment from the dye into his natural growth color. It's a light, white-pink hue, which is easily noticed to be longer on one side than the other. The bangs are diveded among three parts, the middle and two sides, and is kept tidy under all circumstances. Partially hiding under the bangs are crystal resembling, sky blue eyes, which carry the image of optimism within them. His face, a normal pale hue, carries a blush on it at almost all times. It's probably just habit by now, or something.

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Personality:
Prior to the war, Kinban was actually, unsurprisingly, a very veryyyy upbeat person! The pink haired boy was just full of energy from an inexplicable source. He loved to befriend people, and had no judgement issues (i.e. discrimination, racist, etc.). He doesn't have many fears, but is a somewhat jumpy person. If someone were to do something like...walk behind him unexpectedly, for instance, he would jumped, turn around, and most likely swing at the person behind him with the nearest object.

After the bombing, though, when he became fused with the cat, he lost this happy-go-lucky composure. Much like the cat he was fused with, he became calmer. Still understanding happiness, but was much more...just content with everything. From the fox, he earned the ability to understand how to be more devious and stealthy, though that side of him rarely shows.

One of the major flaws of Kinban, though, is that he's too trusting. He's like a little boy who was offered candy by some shady man on the streets. He'll fall for just about anything. Of course, he's still got enough common sense to tell what the REALLY obvious bad guys are, but only by looks, not actions. The poor kid is oblivious.



Background:
Kinban was a normal, everyday kid. He went to a normal school up in the Northern part of his home country, had a normal, caring family, and was just...normal! Or, so he thought. As he grew more and more he became more awkward and distant from the regular crowd of society. He started wearing skirts, being happy all the time, and was carefree. He was righteous in losing all care for what people said to him, which was almost always negative, but was a bit....Well, lets just say he's missing a few nuts and bolts here or there. He maintained the composure of the young boy he used to be--if anything, he went backwards in maturity. He lived his life to the fullest extent, always taking walks outside and enjoying his surroundings. He didn't have any friends, so he had no one to hang out with. That was fine by him, since he talked to himself alot. He had himself to keep him company.

This stayed true for not too long, though. One day, on a trip through the woods, he found a young kitten. It had black fur, and was really..quiet. It didn't make any attempt to run, never let a single meow escape it's lips, and never made any harsh movements towards the pink-haired boy. Unsure what to do, he gave the cat some food that he had picked up on the way--just some meat from his burger that hadn't been touched by any condiments or anything. Fleeing home, he decided that he would take the kitten home if he found it again tommorow. His parent wouldn't mind. After all, he wasn't the only one to change.

Going back a year or two, his parents slowly became more distant of eachother. Their once happy-go-lucky, lovey-dovey, 'perfect relationship' was burning away slowly, rising abuse from the ashes. Kinban's father was blaming his change on his mother who apparently "Loved him too much". His mother became scared of talking to her son while her father was around, and his father started changing alot more than anyone would have figured. Kinban didn't know how to react, so he stopped talking to his father--figuring that if he made no contact, then no harm could be done. This was a smart move, after all. Otherwise Kinban could be someone mean, angsty, and the like. This payed of one year later--when his father died.

Going completely insane, his father commited suicide. No one knows the true story, but we know his dead body was found in the woods. His body was being eaten by many different animals when it was found and had a horrible stench surrounding it. His mother felt relieved. She could be happy again. So could Kinban--well, he was already happy, but he now no longer needed to find a place he could stay far from his father when he came home.

So, upon his arrival home, he asked his mother about the kitten. She agreed, as long as he took it to the vet first. She didn't want just any ol' stray cat getting cozy in her home.

Days went by, and Kinban didn't see the cat again. Not one bit. Eventually, word of the war started getting out. Kinban, for just about the first time in his life, wasn't happy. So much bad news. He can't find that cat, he was going to die soon and so young. Not to long after, his mother tried getting him to flee with her. Flee to somewhere safe--where no one would fire the missles. Canada, or Australia. Somewhere that no one cared for or would drag in. Kinban didn't listen. He couldn't. His mother forced herself to go alone, sorrowfully. She gave him a gift. So he would never forget her if he made it. It was a kitten's collar--which had a bell on the end. She told him that the gift was meant for the kitten if he had ever found it. She gave her goodbyes with tears falling everywhere and left.

Kinban spent the rest of his days in the forest, returning home only for food and sleep. On the day of the bombing the cat wandered out into the open space and was happy to see the boy who gave it food. The cat still calmly walked over to him, not dashed, but did jump into his arms. Kinban was delighted, and put the collar over the cat's neck happily and embraced it.

In the bushes, though, was a dark figure, preying on the kitten and the boy. It had alot of red fur and a white-tipped tail, pointed ears and a narrow face. A fox, it was, stealthfully staying hidden in the bushes. The bomb dropped near the town, shaking the ground wildly. The fox became slightly disoriented for a second, and took this moment to clumsily pounce the boy and the kitten. Scared and not knowing how to react, the boy grabbed the kitten, kicked the fox back, and rolled over to his knees to cover the kitten. He wouldn't let the fox kill the kitten first, he would hold onto the kitten as long as he could.

This angered the fox. In response, the fox jumped onto the boy's back. Sad enough, it was a little to late to have his last meal. The cloud of radioactivity finally found it's way to them. Kinban, the kitten, and the fox could feel themselves be swept away in the cloud and smashed against a tree.

Their sight was blurred. Everything went grey and dead. When Kinban found himself away he couldn't help but scratch his furry ears. ...Wait, furry? What.
He looked at a puddle of some odd fluid that was next to him to see that his ears had been replaced by black cat ears. As he moved back from shock, he heard a jingle. He looked to the side, another jingle, looked to the other, and once again...a jingle. He then looked back at the water to see he had been wearing the collar of the kitten he saved. The cat was now part of him, he sees. His eyes were still normal...and his hair, still pink. He looked at himself for the longest time to see that he now had a fox's tail.

After a long inspection he found his body hadn't changed too much. He could now run faster than he had ever before, and had claws on his left hand. His right hand was normal, though. After finally seeing that he had changed, he walked slowly into the town he lived in. It was completely demolished. His house, his neighborhood, his school, the mall, the offices. Everything. There was a cloud of radioactivity shrouding the sun, too. It was still decently cold like always, but it wasn't the same anymore.

*Note: Kinban isn't his real name. He has no recollection of what his actual name is, but remembers that Kinban was the name he would give to the kitten. This memory overlapped the memory of what he used to be called, so he gave the name to himself after realizing that the kitten was now a part of him.*

Animalistic Traits:
Enhanced Speed - Fox
Fast Reactions - Kitten
Calm Composure - Kitten
Claws on Left Hand - Kitten/Fox
Cat Ears - Kitten
Fox Tail - Fox
Stealth Skills - Fox

Original Animal:
Fox
Stray Kitten

Starter weapon:
Softwood Club

Roleplay Sample:
Shuffling down a dusty trail, a young pink-haired boy was humming to himself. "Laa~♫ Di~♪ Doo~♫ Da Da DaDo Do De~♪" His humming was soft and offkey. He would kill the ears of any people that came by, but since no one was around he didn't hesitate to do it anyways.

The sun was, as usual, covered by the massive cloud of radioactivity floating above. It was getting really boring to see in the boy's perspective. Honestly, he would do anything to see the sun again, as much as he hated it, in a blue sky. The dead area that surrounded him was boring too. The water was tainted and brown, there was no more traces of green around. Digging around the trash for things and killing other beings around for food was disgusting and boring, too. If he could, he would complain all day long.

Feeling around his neck, the pink haired teenager held onto the bell of his collar. He did miss alot of things that were here before the war started. If only he could go back, y'know? Why did he have to survive, huh? It just brings him pain. He can't kill himself, now, though. He would be killing that kitten he worked so hard to save. It would just be pointless at this point.

Looking up again, the boy shouted his name so he'd never forget it. "Kinban! K-I-N-B-A-N" he thought to himself. He could remember the name of the kitten, but not his own. He inherited this name as his own. He smiled with a tear falling slowly down his pale, blushing cheek as he ventured on blissfully.

He skipped merrily humming a cacophonous tone again as he trailed down the road oif rubble, unknown to what awaits him.

Perfect! Approved, mr fishy~