064R : Peyton

Name: Peyton

Short Desc.: kemonomimi enby who is very wary of humans, to the point of continuously moving house out of fear for their safety

Nicknames: Tony [not preferred]

Age/Birthday: 16, cursed at 12

Gender/Pronouns: amab!Nonbinary, They/Them

Sexuality: TBD

Occupation: N/A

Species: Lion/Crystalker

Physical Desc.: 

Personality:  

Powers: Speed (born with it)

Significant Other: N/A

Family: TBD

Rarity: RARE

Masterlist: #064

TRAITS:
Horns: One Pair (C), Ram (R)
Eyes: One Shape, Vortex (C)
Crystal: Multicolor (R)
Mutations: Crystal Growths (UC)

Backstory:

Born as a kemonomimi, Peyton had a second set of ears atop their head and a tail for their entire life. They were also blessed with strong legs and a natural affinity for running incredibly fast. Overall, they were a pretty average kid, living in a small town and getting into mischief with the other local kids. Both their town and a couple others nearby all had a predominantly kemonomimi population, as there was some bad blood between them and humans in the next region. It was of no concern to Peyton, as a child; but it soon became apparent that everyone had severely underestimated the power of hate.

Peyton was one of several citizens abducted by a hate group that had been causing trouble with vandalism and progressively worsening crimes. Of the belief that kemonomimis saw themselves as 'superior' to humans just because they had animal ears and tails, the members of the group began cutting off the extra features from the victims, to 'make them human again'. Some of the adults fought back as best they could, but were ultimately defeated and beaten further for their defiance. As those adults had occupied their captors, a few others were trying to figure out a means of escape. Unfortunately, night had since fallen, and the threat of the Crystalker Curse awaited them if they stepped foot outside. It was arguable as to which was worse; they would end up disfigured one way or the other. So the group was split, one half willing to be 'clipped', and the other willing to risk the curse; but there was no time for disagreements. A select few, one of which who had already been one of the first to suffer, chose to focus on making an opening for at least someone to escape, or even better, maneuver their captors into the night and have them be cursed themselves.

Peyton had been listening in on the plan when they were grabbed, and the sight of the bloody scissors made their panic spike. 

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