Player: foozzzball

Character Name: Kagala

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Species: Fossa

Height/Weight: 6'1"

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description: He is a Fossa. Dark-brown furred, tall and lithe with an overlong tail, heavily built muscles and retractable claws at the end of each fingertip. He looks rather catlike, but not quite. His ears are slightly rounded, most cats don't have such a long snout.

He's definitely a little exotic looking, but not nearly enough to be called a hybrid!

Background: His father, a Fossa, left the tribe before he was born. And so Kagala was raised by his mother and extended family, traditionalists in a world that now long lacked the things they would tell tales about.

Trees? Bright sunshine? Birds in the nest? No such things existed anymore. No such things had existed in the time that other cultures had lived and died.

How can a child be told of such wonderful things and not pine away to see such things for themselves? How can they be raised all their lives in the cold, hungry and wanting for food, with nothing more than a few scattered ice caves to travel between and call home? Without power for heaters?

Perhaps you can't.

Kagala learned to simply deal with the harsh life the way all his people have. One might expect them to be hard, to be seasoned nightlanders who know what use to put every part of an air manta or ice wyrm. Perhaps in some ways, that is what they are.

But most of all, they deal with the hardships by simply wishing them away. By spending most of the day in a doze, dreaming of other things, other times, other places. Made up dream worlds where food is plentiful and the trees are thick and the sunlight hot, so hot there are oceans of liquid water all around the world.

Made up dream worlds don't exist, though, and that's why a father would abandon a pregnant mate, wandering off into the night in search of food and comfort.

His father didn't come back.

So one day, when the world felt colder than it should and billions died, Kagala decided that he wouldn't come back either. And he would see if the dream he had made up for his absent father, a happy one with a wife and plenty of food to eat and another loyal son to be proud of, was true or not.

Personality: Kagala is, before all other things, spiritual. His traditions and cultural values may seem a little warped to others. They are, broadly, that life is sacred. And yet killing things to eat is acceptable. Even highly regarded. His ethics say that one should avoid hatred and conflict, and yet as one saying goes, 'to split the lip upon a fist, that is good tasting blood'.

Madness, to many. But worst of all is his contention that all the world is a dream, a vast dream being had by a man dreaming himself. Thankfully he has enough sense to avoid chatting about these sorts of things with ministers or those unlikely to appreciate his unique viewpoints.

Some would call them primitive, perhaps even barbaric. Yet in a strange way, isn't that where being a cultured person is derived from?

All in all, Kagala is a friendly, caring sort of person. Perhaps a good friend to have. But the kind of friend who'll shed your blood while you knock his face in, and afterward you can laugh about it together.

Weapons/Equipment: Various pieces of smoking paraphernalia.

Five foot long didgeridoo, constructed from a fairly bulky PVC pipe.