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The Culled...
Played by Parasitic Candii (Miki)


Cast out, given up on, and denied.

You were never supposed to live, but that didn't stop you now did it?

You've fought every step of the way for the simple right to live, and now look at you. Quite the scrapper, and definitely a survivor.

And all those that said you couldn't or wouldn't... Well, how wrong they were.

So how do they like you now?


Kezu


I AM ENTERING FOR THE CULLED ON TEAM WILD

And my partner is: Of The Epidemic
And they are entering for: The Clever

I own: 1

I will name this rat: Kezu

Anything additional?: Kezu had been born into the world as a frail, fragile little pup that should have been too ill to live past her first night, but the fates proved themselves wrong as she continued kicking on into the next morning. The first showing that when worse came to worse, she could pull through on her own will. She had been, at one time, a sweet heart of a rat and not much of an asset to anyone, but after being cast from the colony and left to die, she lost almost every ounce of innocence she had held onto, and thrived.

She had been taught to keep the colony close, to trust and to always bring something to the table, but she had failed at all of those things in her time of being with them, and learned in time, with the constant threat of death lurking around each and every corner, that she was truly the only one she could trust and rely on. She learned almost everything there was to know on her own. There was no guide of an alpha, and she never had time to play princess in distress for a keshu. Kezu learned to make it on her own, growing stronger with each passing day, she could hold her own in a fight and could keep to the shadows to avoid one if she needed. She learned to be deductive and logical, always thinking before she acted, because one mistake could cost her her life. She knew the ins and outs of the sewer system, and got by on rations she had retrieved herself. She learned to survive without the love of a parent or a kind word to soothe the wounds, and when things got rough there was never another to turn to for assistance.

Of course, due to the lack of physical daily contact that wasn’t a scratch or a bite, Kezu grew colder and more violent than ever. Even now, after she has been accepted back into the colony, Kezu holds onto lack of trust and will not spare anyone a kind glance. She has lost the warmth in her soul, and all that remains is an icy, hollow shell of a scrapper still fighting every day like it could be her last.