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Name: Rubric "Kitty-Kitty" Dao
Gender: Male. Probably.
Age: 26
Race: Furry - Lynx Anthromorph
Occupation: Non-Pacifict Monk
Apperance: Rubric dresses like how most ancient monks would dress; totally fucking badass. Taking after the Shaolin Monks, his robes are Hella B-Ball Orange with Denver Nuggets gold trim. As a lynx-sorta-person-thing, Rubric has fur. A lot of it. Grey with black spots. The whole 'Wise Old Sage' colour scheme without the actual pithy oldness. Rad. He's about 4 1/2 feet tall, but he makes up for it with pure ballin'...ness.
Yeah.
Everything else about him is Lynx, really. Paws, ears, eyes, etc. etc.
Straight-Up Shaolin Lynx Gangsta'.
Backstory: Rubric wasn't the kind of guy to go through that namby-pamby furry shit. Thankfully, his parents were. It turns out they didn't have the money to science themselves up some fur, so they settled on slipping it into his formula as a kid. He didn't really notice anything happening until graduating year of elementary school, when he lost hearing for about an hour only to gain it back better than ever. Along with some...strange looks. It was enough to make him run out on his graduation a week later, when his fur began growing in and his face began changing. He went home, packed up his stuff, and decided to leave Des Moines to find a place where he could be accepted. His parents were reluctant to let him go, but seeing as they were the ones that put him through it, they decided that he should do what he thinks is best. They saw him off, wondering if they ever would see him again...
It was about 2.5 years until Rubric came across the Temple of the Titanium Paw housed in Neo-Barcelona. By that time, he was fully morphed, and was still getting a bit used to his new form. He was welcomed in open arms to the sanctuary, where he was taught personally by Dojo Master Minos, in the art of Shih Tzu Martial Arts. A very brutal form, Rubric channeled his frustration with his situation into his work, where he became quite proficient and graduated in under a decade, a temple record. He was given a staff and a blade by his dojo master, and sent back home to Neo-Des Moines.
Back home, Rubric arrived to find that his childhood house was gone. Obliterated. Heartbroken and having been ready to finally forgive his parents for what they had done to him, he broke down. He spent the night in the wreckage of the house before coming to his senses. It wasn't a time for guilt or remorse! It was a time for revenge! He was going to find out what happened, WHO happened, and make them pay for what they did. It was a futile quest, and he knew it. It was really just something to keep his mind off of what he had done. Anyway, he spent years travelling the country, interrogating people he thought would know something, and being an overall badass vigilante. Like, a walking batman ripoff. Either way, the only reason he even went that night was because one of his recent targets had a letter on him. It sounded interesting. Maybe it could help him out. It WOULD help him out. One way or another.