Good-natured and friendly, Kitler seems happy enough on the outside. Despite his inner pain, he still able to laugh, to play and enjoy himself.

 

He is on the smaller end of the average for males of his species, but nothing extreme. Long months of travel have left him lean, honed for the endurance required for his tireless search.

 

When not in his true wolven form, he appears as an average enough human. He looks more the part of an older boy than the young man his age translates out to, with the air of innocence he has yet to lose. He is a little on the short side, his thinness more noticeable without a thick pelt to cover it. His clothing tends to leave something to be desired as far as fitting in goes. He usually wears either clothing hand-made from the pelts of his prey, or the mismatched, often ill-fitting regular clothes he has picked up along the way. His hair, a shade of brown matching what his fur would have been, falls just past shoulder-length, not quite straight, but not curly either. Often, a few strands in the back are braided together to hold several small feathers. His eyes remain the same colour as in his true form.

 

While in the guise of a human, his insecurity tends to be more pronounced. Not used to dealing with people in general, he comes across as shy, nervous, and easily spooked.

 

 

His home was a happy one. The pack had many traditions and values it upheld, but the restrictions were disputed by none, and everyone was generally at peace. They held prime territory, forested land with a good river running through it, a ravine on one border making it easier to defend. The ability to shift to a human form seemed partially a genetic trait common to the region, bringing with it a more 'human' intelligence, but it didn't come automatically. Some packs and individuals never learned to harness the ability, or simply did not wish to. Cubs within Kitler’s pack were sent into lessons once deemed mature enough, in which they were taught to master the skill, and introduced to its limitations as well as advantages. It took time to adjust to the loss of the wolf's heightened senses while shifted, and very few preferred the form for everyday living. The concept of clothing had to be introduced, and often this included lessons on making simple garments. There was no magic to their skill. They had to dress themselves each time they would be around others. It was strictly forbidden to make known one's abilities to outsiders.

 

Generally, outsiders were not allowed into their ranks, but exceptions were made. One such instance came with the death of the male Alpha of a neighboring pack. The pack had been in its beginning stages, consisting only of the mated pair and their unborn young. When the male died from an injury sustained during a hunt, the pack welcomed the female, as the pair had shown them nothing but respect since settling nearby. She gave birth to only one live cub, a male she named Ralen. There were some who still questioned the wisdom of allowing the outsider to join, but her son seemed to change the minds of all. He grew strong, and he was determined. He quickly rose to become a trusted negotiator of compromise and alliance between the nearest packs, already accompanying the older members on trips from time to time as a yearling. He was fast becoming a respected member of the pack.

 

Kitler himself was born a season after Ralen, to the Alpha pair. Born into a litter of three, he had a brother Trei and sister Shirin. He was quick to learn during his lessons, and seemed fairly promising. While he avoided deciding on a specialty to focus in on, and was known to prefer roaming off on his own to socializing, he was still more reliable than his brother.

 

Of course, it grew increasingly difficult for him to avoid social gatherings as he grew older. It seemed everyone had someone in mind to casually (or so they thought) press him toward. As a son of the Alphas, he supposed they wanted their daughters to have the chance to be powerful through him. The problem was, he wasn't interested in any of them. They rather bored him, especially the less active ones (and therefore more likely to be pushed toward an alternate way of gaining respect), and he spent most of the time lost in thought while pretending to pay attention.

 

He respected Ralen just as many did, and he never really realized it was any different himself. It was Ralen who first noticed something, and set out to find out more. Their first more social meeting consisted merely of Ralen's questioning of his increased attention to him, and Kitler's sheepish realization that it was true, and lack of any explanation. They met with each other more and more, though for some time it was no more than friendship. Gradually, Kitler began to realize he felt more for Ralen than he'd thought. Ralen, however, was being called away for scouting and peacekeeping missions more and more as he honed his skills. Between two such trips, Kitler finally took a step toward admitting it.

 

Ralen arranged for Kitler to become his apprentice of sorts, learning the trade. The Alphas were pleased to see their son finally showing interest in something, and readily agreed. Trips not requiring an Elder to tag along brought them closer together, and a secretive relationship began.

 

The problem was, Kitler could not completely hide the changes love brings to one's demeanor. While most remained clueless, Trei started pressing him to find out who the girl was. Denial worked for awhile, but eventually his brother started watching him more closely. Still, he thought he was sneaking off to be with a girl when he whispered to their father that there seemed to be someone.

 

Their father, of course, was shocked when he followed his son one day, only to discover him with Ralen. He yelled, and threatened, speaking before he thought. Ralen had no reason to doubt the seriousness of what was said, and fled the territory, knowing he very well might be killed, but Kitler would be safe. Kitler was left to stammer out an explanation. By the next day, his father already regretted how harsh he had been, once it was made clear this wasn't his son being taken advantage of. However, it was too late. Ralen was nowhere to be found. Trackers were sent to look for him, and Kitler was closely watched to be sure he didn't try to foolishly run himself down doing the same.

 

But Ralen never came back. In fact, no one could figure out exactly what had happened to him. A month later, there was still no sign of him. Finally, Kitler's father reluctantly granted him permission to leave home in search, not sure what else to do when he showed no signs of moving on.

 

 

Kitler's mother, worrying for his safety with him leaving the pack lands, sent a spirit of sorts to watch over him. No one is really sure how she knew this being, or why she watches over him at all, but she does show up from time to time. This being is an elemental with power over spirits, though her powers are not really known to him. He is convinced she only shows up to harrass him when she is bored. For the first couple of weeks she was around, she pretended to be a voice in his head, and nearly had him convinced he was losing his mind. She never shows herself physically to him, and is not present more often than not, though she shares a connection with him that allows her to know if he is in distress. He knows she can transport herself and others between realms, from a time she randomly decided to dump him onto another world, but he knows little else other than her name, Fer'ehn.

 

 

Ralen does not have a player, and therefore cannot be found at this time. I don’t really have any set plans for Kitler. Someone could take on the role of Ralen, he could finally move on and find someone else, or he could remain alone.