Rhyas Kalmac<br/>Ry<br/>Age 21<br/>Profession: Pit fighter || companion<br/>Eyes: Hazel<br/>Hair: Black & long<br/>Anthro Class: Human Nekko; Panther<br/>Social Class: Noble || Warrior || Slave<br/>Gruff, hot headed, at times rude but mostly a good hearted man even if he is grumpy all the time it seems. His face never is without a frown.<br/>Taken at the age of 8 and raised as a slave and pit fighter he is gruff and can be hard headed. He was a noble till his capture.<br/><br/>-:+:-:+:-:+:-:+:-:+:-:+:-:+:-<br/><br/>The fight had nearly killed him, strain was put onto him he never had known before. The fight had been fixed, he never had really lost before and his life was payment for it. If he lived he'd be the luckiest ever. His body was thin from starvation and beaten and bruised. The male was laying in a cage, discarded and left to die. Rhyas was laying on his side sprawled on the floor of his containment, his body was cut up and he could hardly breathe from his pain. A woman had come by after the fight and it was all he remembered. When the last blow got him... he blacked out. That saved his life.<br/><br/>Rhyas curled his tail up and over his side, squinting his eyes shut tight. His black ear curled up under the flaps he had on his head as he was trying to look somewhat Human. What didn't help was the collar that was sewn slightly onto his neck so it couln't be removed. His outfit was bloody and torn up. Only his shorts were somewhat nice.<br/><br/>Going into that last fight he never would have known he was to loose, now he hurt and was too sore to move. All he could do was lay there, lay there and mewl in pain. Soon he'd loose energy too much, which came too fast. He fell unconcious again with a rather weak yowl. He was too weak, no he was pathetic.<br/><br/>NO wonder he lost.