<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/8c3613edc2efe7d94aeb43f234ff3d0988a626ff_hq.jpg)</div><strong>Teslo Ran</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2303053)<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>74 / 74<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 21 (Flat Footed 20)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 20<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 16<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Noteworthy Features :</strong>Chocolate brown cloak with the hood down revealing a bald head, tan head, black horns, and zabrack traditional tattoos.  Young features, haunted eyes, full lips.  The cloak is fine and clean, with epulettes exaggerating the shoulders.  The broche is a copper and gold university seal.  Plain brown duffel bag.<br/><strong>Tag :</strong>For the kittens!<br/><hr/><br/>Another precious life he couldn't save.<br/><br/>The zabrack's eyes closed, despair welling out of the darkest corners of his soul.<br/><br/><em>Why do we fight so hard?  <br/><br/>   Why do we try?  <br/><br/>   Death comes for everyone.  It comes early.  It comes for mothers.  It comes for teens.  For children.</em><br/><br/>In the pathetic mewling of the kittens, he found his answer.<br/><br/>Teslo's eyes fluttered open.  He set down his backpack and began to arrange a little next within.  “i can only fit a few of them in here.  Can someone help me?”<br/><br/>he accepted a swat on his glove to  pick up the little cocoa brown kitten with the white socks.  “You want to live,” he whispered.  “Your brothers and sisters, they want to live.  That's enough for us, right?  We're going to fight for them.”<br/><br/>Teslo settled the ginger red kitten with the black stripes into his pack.  Then the twilight gray with the intent eyes.  Then the little fighter.