Species is by  CrimsonVexations
Base lines by  Binxxy
Character, Edits, and Lore by  Alepi Ferox

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WARNING, TALK OF ABUSE (PHYSICAL, SEXUAL, EMOTIONAL, AND MENTAL) ENSALVEMENT, AND MORE, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRESTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Born in a tribal city in the north, Kilo was born with weak lungs, struggling to take their first breath once hatching. Though disabled, Kilo never let this hold them back, be it climbing the peaks or racing the other kids, they were rather outspoken and bullheaded. Around Kilo's 8th birthday a group of smugglers found their way into the city, selling their stolen and off market items as normal. The head smuggler, Dirg, took a liking to Kilo, their colors reminded him of the warm sun of Spring. Not wanting trouble, he inquired on a price to take Kilo off their parents hands, being rather generous. Kilo's mother was agahst, refusing to allow his dirty hands on her child. Their father however, had noticed the health issues showing in his beloved child. Their lungs were failing, had been from breath one, and the larger cities had cybernetics that could help, and though a smuggler, Dirg had connections.

Going above his wife's head, Kilo's father made a deal with Dirg, offering over his young child with hope that they would servive in better conditions. It was later found out that he had also demanded a high price, that Dirg happily paid. Not understanding why they were being pushed to go with this stranger, some of the last memories Kilo has of their home is their mother, arm outstretched screaming for their child not to be taken from them, tears streaming down her face, the pleading becoming overpowered by the wind that lashed around the transport. Kilo was alone, for the first time.

Becoming more trouble than Dirg had bargained for, Kilo was always finding trouble, trouble that Dirg didn't like. Their lungs had given out only a year later, leaving Dirg to take them to a back ally doctors to perform the surgery needed. With off market cybernetic lungs replacing their dead ones, the surgery went well, til it became infected, leaving Kilo out of work for months, something Dirg would not forget. The cost of the lungs, the medicine, keeping them alive was a small fortune, one Dirg would collect. On their 11th birthday, their gift from Dirg was forcefull servitude. He had led them down a long ally, not uncommon from the last few years living in the city of Drasgan. A run down building sat at the end, it's worn steel door clanked open with a strong tug. Inside, dim lights flickered as they walked to the end of the worn concrete walls to a white door. "Is this my present?" Kilo inquired. Dirg just knodded as he usually did, yet inside was not a gift, but a dimly lit room with a single bright light over a medical chair.

What Kilo haddn't realized, was that Dirg worked for a well known criminal group, known as the Sands of Time, and they were tired of spending money of a useless brat. The best Dirg could haggle, having grown lightly fond of Kilo, was for them to be put into slavehood, forced to pay off their debts in any ways nessisary. Inserted into their temple was a cybernetic module that would keep their location always visable, and allow hands free communication. A tooth was ripped from their maw, a cybernetic tooh shoved in its place. Kilo was getting annoyed, someone near was screaming and it was getting on their nerves, then it hit them, it was them, they were screaming, the extraction and forcefull hookups to their neuro system was causing such pain they didn't even notice they were the one crying out. As a cherry on top they were held down while the "doctor" branded them with the organizations seal, marking them as forever belonging to the Sands of Time criminal empire. Slave shackles were the last to go on, 4 in total, forever clamped around their arms and legs, controll is all they were for, and a reminder like the others, that Kilo was theirs.

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A part of Kilo broke that day, the hopes that they would return home were shattered, as was the idea that Dirg had ever cared for them. While on a job with a John, they were asked about where they had come from, "North" they shot back with a sly smile "Nothing to keep me warm up there, came down here" they teased. "How far north?" he poked back, "a tribal city" they responded, feeling a deep knot form as his face dropped. Kilo didn't know that there were those who thought of the tribals as non virago but rather disgusting monsters. "I put my cock in you, filthy garbage" he screamed, lashing out, slicing through their throat. Girgling filled the room as black blood gushed from their neck, insinctively they held their throat, commaninding themselves inside their mind to breath, to just breath some fucking air. Dirg was alerted of their loss in vitals, and by some dumb luck he was close enough to make it to them in time. Loud yells and slurs being screamed toward them as Dirg carried Kilo out and to the one they called "Doc." The cauterizing left a wicked scar, something Kilo hides to this day under their fluff. Nothing however, compaired to the memory of Dirg looking away after noticing the the drip of seamen, a parting gift given by their very killer.

Promsing themselves to never be a victim again, Kilo started working with Iko, a weapons speciealist, becoming a prodigy at almost every one handled. After years Kilo would become a master weapons dealer, and smuggler. They learned techinical skills, how to tweak cybernetics like the implant in their head, to help them scan items with a simple blink. Feeling themselves fall into a comfortable stride, finally feeling like they belong, they started taking on Bounties. Nothing would stand between them and a kill, the head was money, and money was their way out of this shithole.

It was a simple job, get in, take out the target, get out. The day, the time, everything was as perfect as it could be, nothing was actually perfect. The only thing seeming off was the lack of security, see, this particular person was known for having a hulking male Virago, large enough to spread roomers of forced breeding programs outside of the Aquatics. Today, he was nowhere to be seen, in fact, he was the only one not with the Mark. As Kilo lined up the shot, a wiff caught their attention, attempting to spin on whatever was behind them, they were stopped by massive arms clamping down like a vice, pinning their arms at their sides. Flailing and kicking at the monster that had ahold of them, it took seconds for him to squeez, no, crush Kilo in his grip, a shreek of surprise and pain clawing its way out of their mouth as every part of their spine was obliterated. With a chuckle the brute dropped Kilo into a crumpled pile, walking away without second thought.

This time a "friend" found them, picking up their broken form, dropping it at The Butchers. The Butchers was well known back ally cybernetics installer, he huffed while looking at the pile before jerking his head towards the medical bed. 6 days later, Kilo open their eyes, blinking away the coma their body had placed them in, protecting them from complete shut down. Their hands felt weird, their head, their body. Pain shot through it all, causing them to seize up, an electrical shock they normaly felt from their cybernetics. Looking to their tail, they noticed it, metal circuts protruding from where surgery wounds could be seen. The Butcher had put them back together, and with expensive netics too. Most would be excited to be alive, relieved, not Kilo, this mercy was a curse because their goal, a dream of getting out, was almost in their hands and now was so far out of reach, they couldn't even see it anymore.

It has been 11 years since the last life changing injury, growing up is hard when you're alone, more so when you have people you care about that they can use against you.
Atop their muzzle they wear a silver band that hooks into their nostrils, it's a last way out, a statement that they wont be taken alive.