He gave a shrug. "There weren't a lot of catfolk back home."<br/><br/>He jerked slightly at the touch, before taking her hand and putting it on one that started in his abdomen, and went to the nearest side. "First wound I got, from a paladin. He missed with his crossbow, beheaded my caretaker who tried to talk him down, I was only 14 at the time, and then stabbed me. I had my powers already, or wouldn't have survived that paladin or the four others. They burned the town down and killed the townsfolk when I got away, since they were clearly 'demon lovers' for letting me live in the town."<br/><br/>He moved her hand to just above and to the side of his heart. "First time my group betrayed me. First group I was a part of as well. They decided a three way split was better than four. The fighter stabbed me first, giving me enough time to jump away."<br/><br/>The next scar was small, but on his throat, between his jugular and trachea. "Got this one right before I met Malcanthet the first time. Another group betrayed me, they hadn't realized I was a tiefling until the necromancer started cursing the group for working with demons."