<span style="font-weight: bold"> Kahmori Ittsoro </span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Physical Description</span>: Standing at 7'1 (Or, 8'1, if you count the long, pointed ears standing tall atop his head), this handsome, white-furred male kitsune cuts quite the imposing figure. However, it is not his size that tends to draw attention first - it is his eyes.Those beautiful orbs are a gentle, icy-blue that borders on white, and constantly seem to have a mischevious gleam or laugh hidden within them. Oftentimes, those eyes are hidden by strands of his coal-black hair, which dangles down across his face and cascades down to nearly the middle of his back. That jet-black hair provides a sort of exotic contrast to the otherwise snow-white fur that covers every inch of his body (Save for another black cap on each of his long, fluffy tails).<br/><br/>Clothing-wise, Kahmori's attire is minimal at best. A pair of ankle-length breeches ensures his modesty, and a pair of thick-soled boots covers his feet (Though, oftentimes, he prefers to go barefoot). A thick, leather belt encircles his middle completeing the modest set, and leaving the majority of the rest of his body bare and able to move to it's fullest extent. He wears no armor, leaving his suprizingly toned upper body free to prying eyes, or simply as a means of intimidation, when it is needed. From the seat of those simple breeches extends three fluffy tails, each one easily three and a half feet long - more often than not, those tails remained tightly entwined with one another, simply looking like one long, thick, furry tail.<br/><br/>The handsome kitsune had a sort of 'exotic' feel to him, the personable aura only seeming to enhance his stunningly handsome features.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Personality</span>: Kahmori is friendly, charming, and mischevious at the best of time, and a raging inferno of destruction at the worst of times. For the most part, his moods remain amiable, and one could not imagine a more upbeat or optimistic person. The more mischevious side of his personality loves to pull little pranks, poke fun, laugh, and just generally enjoy the finer things of life. The more caring side of his personality - whilst far less readily shown - is surprizingly gentle, despite his rather fearsome appearance. His way of 'doing the right thing' does not always agree with the greater good, or even the laws of the land...instead, he follows the moral compass of his heart, letting it tug him in whatever direction it willed. Sometimes, that compass is a little off-track, but for the most part, he wants to do the right thing, whatever that might entail.<br/><br/>First and foremost, Kahmori is a philanderer and a flirt, and seems to enjoy the finer pleasures in life - be it the company of a female, good food, comfortable beds, or simply the thrills of new sights, smells, and sounds. Beyond that, he is an incredibly friendly individual, seemingly capable of giving even the most dour-mooded individual a chance, talking and chatting until - one way or another - he forces them to crack a grin. Oftentimes, he is optimistic to a fault, and almost ALL the time would rather rush into a situation and make plans on the fly. relying on his quick wits , rather than sit down and spend time going over long, complicated battle plans or doing any sort of over-exhaggerated preparation.<br/><br/>Of course, the incredibly predatory Kitsune is not all grins and laughs. He is a predator - and, normally, once he's deemed someone as food...that opinion does not change until they either BECOME food, or they find some way to appeal to him, taking them off the menu. Politeness is paramount, and those who show poor taste in politeness, talk down to him, or just overall try to degrade him are instantly branded as something he dislikes, and potentially, ensures their place on the menu, should they continue.<br/><br/>Overall, Kahmori's good side is easy to get on, and his bad side is hard to get on - though, it is equally as easy to get off his good side...and just as hard to get off his bad side.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Fire2Lulz_Dance_Sorta_lol_by_Fox_De.jpg"/><br/><br/>Background information!<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">'Dreams. Reality. I still have trouble telling the two apart. The dreams are so vivid. I can feel. I can touch. I feel the pain when I get cut. Even when I awaken, the pain is still there, lingering for  long, long minutes before finally fading away. What is this? Why is this happening to me? Where do my dreams end, and reality begins?'<br/>				-Kahmori Ittsoro<br/><br/>"How many times have I picked up this quill and tried to describe what that first sensation felt like. Too many to count, I know. I still dream of that moment often - it wakes me up in the middle of the night with that same strange sensation. Being ripped in two...falling...<br/><br/>I remember the tearing sensation, as if I was being ripped asunder, most of all. The agony...I'll never forget it, even if I don't know what it was from, or even what part of my body it affected. Just that tearing feeling...followed by the sensation of falling. I don't really know how long I was falling. It felt like hours, but it could have only been a matter of minutes. Maybe even seconds. I just remember it was falling through darkness, a blackness even my powerful eyes could not penetrate. It felt so alone, so cold...I was the only one here...so weak and alone...<br/><br/>Then, I hit. It felt like my world had been shattered, like every bone in my body had been broken. Yet, I was still concious - if only slightly. Groaning, I opened my eyes, trying to make out any sort of detail through my blurry vision. I could only barely make out frantic movement, could barely hear noises - they sounded like shouts. He head felt like it was splitting open, my body felt like jelly - everything hurt. So badly...<br/><br/>I was almost thankful when I felt something solid strike my in the side of the head, and the welcome darkness of unconciousness overtook me.<br/><br/>How long I was out, I don't know, but when I finally came to - I almost wish I hadn't. I was *the ink scribbles off here, as if whoever had been writing simply stopped*<br/><br/><br/>*Another page, and the writing begins again - the ink here seems much more recent and fresh* I was in a cage. I didn't know why. I didn't remember how I'd gotten there - didn't remember ANYTHING, really, save for that sensation of falling...<br/><br/>But I was in a cage. <br/><br/>It was where I spent the next sixteen years of my life as human mages prodded and poked at me, seeing what in the hell I was. They seemed excited when they finally found out - though it nearly took them eight years. After that? The experimentation only seemed to increase. Testing my body to see my limits. Casting spells on me, see how much I could take. I had a natural resistance to most of their magics, but when something DID get through...it hurt. I was cut, just to see how quickly I healed. I was burned, just to see how much heat my body could take before reacting. It was not a pleasant time.<br/><br/>I guess there is an optimistic side, though! I ate well - they brought me slaves of every type. Human. Anthro. Sometimes, I felt bad eating them. Sometimes, I really didn't want to - but, they'd give me nothing else. After two weeks of starvation, with only other creature in a cage with you...they start to look delicious. I can't count the number of my conversational partners I had to devour just to survive.<br/><br/>I thought this was going to be my life - living in a cage until I just died of old age, or they finally did away with me. I have to admit - after sixteen years of it, my hopes were bleak. My days consisted of utter boredom, or constant poking. My nights? Dreams - no - nightmares. Strange visions. Things that meant so much to me, yet nothing at the same time. I didn't remember much of where I'd came from, what I was doing....<br/><br/>Just this damn cage. Getting shipped around, poked, prodded...<br/><br/>I guess it was actually that constant prodding and poking that finally allowed me to earn my freedom. It was blisteringly cold - they were shipping me out west, where a prominant, prestiegious mage had requested me for study. Winter tends to be cold, especially in the west. Snow was everywhere. Even *I* was shivering, and I'm pretty resistant to cold temperature.<br/><br/>As it turns out, my minor, intristic ability to produce flames saved my life that day.<br/><br/>Ever saw metal get rapidly cooled, then heated...and rapidly cooled again? It makes it brittle - weak. Turns out, even masterwork padlocks three inches thick tend to get brittle after five days of doing it.<br/><br/>I did it in the early morning, when folks were still asleep. Snapped the padlock, and tried to make my escape. Turns out...horses don't like me. They roused the entire camp, all sixteen of them. I had no intention of going back in that cage...<br/><br/>Had they all rushed me at once, they'd have killed me. One or two at a time, though....<br/>...I've never seen, nor been a part, of such a massacre.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Its_about_time____by_Arctic_Sekai.jpg"/><br/><br/>At least I was free. A single meal was taken, and I was on my way. I didn't know where to go. What to do. The only thing I knew was - the Anthro lands were to the east. I'd heard the mages talk about it enough...<br/><br/>It took me weeks to make my way through the lands of the humans. Everywhere I looked, it seemed like there was war. Course, with war came scouts. With scouts...well, it didn't take me long to figure out that I can outrun humans, and scouts work in ones and twos...<br/><br/>One was a snack. Two was a complete meal!<br/><br/>*There is an enormous blot of ink here that leaks through a few pages, as if someone knocked over the ink...and didn't really feel like cleaning it up.*<br/><br/>*When the writing picks back up, it's far, far more recent, and has stupid little doodles scribbled along the margins of the paper. It seems whatever sort of sour attitude had been expressed in the previous pages has lifted..*<br/><br/>Geez, this last year has been AWESOME!! I have to admit, I've kinda made a name for myself out here in the tribelands. Friendly folk, if you get past all their crazy rituals and so forth. Apparantly, Kitsune are pretty rare commodities out here - plenty of folks look at me with something resembling awe. Some won't get near me, act like they are scared. Jerks!<br/><br/>Sure, the dreams still plague me, but...after a while, you just get used to them, you know? They are constantly changing...really, though, who cares? Dreams are dreams - they can't hurt you.<br/><br/>I normally spend my time hopping from tribe to tribe. At first, they were wary of my presence. Now? It's almost a celebration every time I come around. I enjoy having a good time with them. Admittedly, my love for flirting has gotten me into trouble plenty of times, but come on - can you blame me? Hrm...you know, on second thought. I don't think it's my penchant for flirting that gets me in trouble. I think it's my penchant for BEDDING that gets me into trouble...oh well, no matter. I enjoy my time with folks, I have to admit - I love talking, love being friendly...<br/><br/>I spend nine months or so just traveling around, and the last three in the easter wilds. The wilds are a strange place - full of danger, excitement.... I can't even count the number of times I've encountered enormous, hungry beasts, sultry little dryads, and fey of all types - those who'd rather eat you, and those who'd rather jump your bones on the spot. I have to admit, I have a preference for the latter.<br/><br/>I've been spending alot of my time in the eastern wilds with a druid named Cammila. She has some enormous hawk that constantly screeches at me, but once to get to know him - and once he realises you are not food - he's an okay avian.<br/>*There is a little sketch of a funny-looking bird here, with a vastly oversized head*<br/><br/>Cammila is a sweetheart. A squirrel, bout five and a half feet tall. Seems to have a 'thing' against wearing clothes - which really doesn't bother me in the slightest. Lusty little thing she is...oh, the amount of fun we've had together. Can tell she isn't the relationship sort, but man...does she enjoy having fun. Course, I think he enjoys having me around because I keep the humans away...mostly.<br/>*There is a horribly drawn picture of a VERY buxuom squirrel-girl here, along with a googly-eyed fox-looking character right beside it*<br/><br/>This last year was a hard time. During my travels, I noticed a sort of...I dunno, pall settling over the tribesfolk. War was brewing, and everyone was getting nervous. What would happen to their families? Those too old to fight? Too young? What if they started to lose...<br/>It was heartrending to see, really. Folks were getting scared....but, this wasn't really my fight, was it?<br/><br/>I didn't think so, until I visited Camilla again.<br/>About 1 day too late.<br/><br/>She was still crying when I saw her. I picked her up and carried her into her little home, built into the hollow of an ENORMOUS tree. When I asked what was wrong, she spilled her guts - told me everything.<br/><br/>Humans had actually invaded the eastern wilds. This war...was affecting things here, too.<br/>They'd attacked her, trying to kill her on the spot. She'd gotten away. Birdy had not been quite as lucky. They'd burned a small portion of the forest, killed two of her dryad friends before they could get the flames under control....<br/><br/>I lost it. She'd never done anything to ANYONE. Hell, HALF of these people just wanted to live their lives in peace! They'd attacked her...why? Because she was vulnerable? Because she was an druid? What?! <br/>*There is a picture of an angry looking fox here...he was such a terrible artist*<br/><br/>I still can't quite make out the events that led up to me sitting in this uncomfortable-assed wagon, scratching notes in my journal because there was nothing else to do. I tell you what, my rear is sore from sitting on this wood and bumping over every damn hole in the path...<br/><br/>I joined the war. Why not? I was going to fight to protect these people - those that deserved protection.<br/><br/>War is where the strong protect the weak.<br/>See you on the battlefield, you vicious bastards....<br/><br/>*There is an image of a he-man style Kitsune scribbled, standing atop a mound of bodies. He looked like the hulk, complete with a little headband.*</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Kahmori's Official music theme?!<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UvzD4gZnw4&amp;feature=related</div></div></div>