He hadn't felt such a headache since the first few days of his monk training, when his masters had decided that the young overconfident pup needed a sharp lesson in humility.  Groaning, the impact of a body landing on top of him drew all the breath out of him, and when he tried to suck air back in, the dirt and dust caused him to sneeze in a rather delicate sounding “Hachew!”  Wrinkling his nose, the smell didn't make things any better, and he tried to get a hold of his swimming senses.<br/><br/>He used to be a dancer, a long long time ago, earning some smatterings of coin while trying to be a kitsune in an Empire that hated non-humans.  It helped that he was good with disguises, and could lie well enough to pass as a human.  However, he wasn't the greatest dancer, and sometime it helped to steal some coin to make up for what his dancing couldn't cover.  That had worked out for some time, until he tried stealing from some wandering monks.  After soundly thrashing him, he had feared they would take him to the authorities.  Instead, they had taken him in and taught him morality, wisdom and how to kick someone's head into a brick wall.  They had reformed him to the best of their ability, and once he had completed his novitiate training, he had left to wander and go discover more about himself.<br/><br/>Now that he had become less absorbed about himself, he had discovered just how morally bankrupt the Empire was, how abusive it was to its people and the non-humans.  He had resumed his dancing as an excuse to visit various cities, while trying to stand up for those who needed it, either donating some coin, lending a helping hand, or punishing those who would prey on others.  That had also worked out for some time, until he had got into a brawl with some guards who were trying to rape a young girl.  The young girl had escaped, but he hadn't been able to defeat the guards before reinforcements came.  And had kicked the captain of the guards right in the crotch.  That hadn't gone over well.<br/><br/>So while in a jail cell, waiting on a trial, they had managed to discover he was a kitsune.  That had sealed the deal, and in a sham of a trial, he had been found guilty, along with three others.  Locked away in the dungeons, Iki barely managed to contain his fury as he watched the guards rape and abuse the catgirls.  He wanted to fight them, beat them all, but knew he couldn't stop them.  So instead, he had watched them be repeatedly assaulted, his anger at them and himself for being helpless simmering all the while.<br/><br/>And then they were finally 'freed', tossed into the portal to Avernum.<br/><br/>His vision clearing up finally, Iki shook his head and looked towards the only other male in the cell he had shared.<br/>“Absolutely.  I feel like I have a hangover but without all the fun beforehand, but I'm alright.”<br/>Shifting his knees under him, he leaned upwards, blinking heavily as he looked around.<br/>“So this is Avernum?  I thought there'd be more fire.  And spikes.”