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Name: Kawa Erolvohfhra
Age: Uncertain
Height: 1.80-something meters
Weight: 74 kilos
Hair: brownish-red
Eyes: reddish-brown, yellow sclera

Kawa the Storyteller is a felin. Specifically, they are one of the Blessed, having both male and female parts. Their fur is a plain brown with lynx-like black patterns. Kawa is somewhat quirky and tends to do ostensibly impossible things such as leaving a locked room. Though they seem an otherwise perfectly normal felin, archaeologists may mistake Kawa for the lost, presumed dead Sin, who looks exactly like Kawa, but with lighter colors, shorter hair, and an entirely different character. This is because Kawa is Sin, claiming to be demonically possessing them. Noone buys it, despite the disregard for logic and physics.

You may not recognize them, but they'll certainly recognize you.

Kawa usually wears either jeans or a skirt, and black t-shirts with memes on the front. The memes are in felinese. Sometimes they'll wear a long brown coat. Like most felin, Kawa goes commando. Kawa almost always wears a "Chelsie's Pet" collar.

Known Languages

• Felinese (native, Japanese-accented)
• American English
• Japanese
• (as Sin: Felinese with a Greek accent)

Skills

• Singing
• Programming (mostly adventure games, hence the title)
• Swordfighting
• Marksmanship
• Acrobatics (species perk)

Powers

• Tank - Like most felin, Kawa is hard to keep down.
• Dark/infravision - Like all felin, Kawa can see in infrared to a degree, and see somewhat clearly in the dark.
• Uncertainty Factor - The longer you try to study Kawa, the more you doubt your findings. Kawa is mostly unaware of this.

Weapons

• A ceremonial dagger, as given to all felin when they come of age.
• A Wildcat standard-issue handgun, surplus.
• A length of rope

All of these are hidden on their person, except for the rope which is in the coat.

Between statements, a faint snoring can be heard from somewhere inside the ceiling. Somewhere, but not exactly close to where Moxley appeared from.

"Nah, I'm *yawn* okay," comes a sudden reply from right beside Moxley. A cat in a cowboy hat stands there with a rumpled shirt, stretching with a moany yawn. "Thanks for the offer though, Mr. Windham."

"Windbag? I should remember not to say that," mumbles the cat as they fiddle with a bottle of what seems like bubbly chocolate milk.

During it all, the yet to be identified cat notices a little scuff on the back of Moxley's armor and quickly wipes it away with their shirt, unnoticed.

The cat softly bats away Zarik's hand and takes an almost comical swig from their bottle of fizzy chocolate.

"Not Pussums... I'm Kawa."

"Conclude what you want," Kawa responds, flashing an oddly familiar smirk. "It doesn't change any facts."

They hold the bottle up to Zarik. "Shintanik. Try it?"

"I'm just a humble felin archeologist who decided to change career paths and make games," Kawa answers more or less truthfully, subconsciously expecting Moxley'll doubt his suspicions in short time like everybody else. "I feel a place like this might prove... inspiring."

"No danger here Mr. Windham," Kawa affirms with a playful but innocent grin, offering the bottle of chocolate milk to Moxley.

"Hmm, come to think of it, maybe that wasn't the arcane he smelled," Kawa mumbles. "I should change my clothes."

With that, Kawa walks away, leaving the half-empty bottle of shintanik behind.

"I think I like you better without the beard."

Kawa had stealthily returned, now in fresh clothes -- a knee-length skirt and a big comfy sweater, plus the same cowboy hat -- and looks over Zarik's shoulder.

"The yellow one's a handsome devil but it seems obvious that's not me."

If it wasn't somewhat painful to remember, I'd say fuck eggnog, get me some julmust.

"I'll drink to that," Kawa agrees, draining the left-behind bottle of chocolate milk since noone else dared.

"Not in. I'm not much for wild and wacky adventures," Kawa declares.

I prefer the original title for that class: elite trainer.

Correct.

It's just you. And there are no Ace Trainers named Isaac on record AFAICT.

"And with them out the way..." Kawa sits down at the nearest empty table and whips out a large-ish laptop computer, boxy and black with wooden detailing. "...I can get some work of my own done."

Be our guest, Dani, be our guest. Put your patience to the test~