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Username:
Primal Groudon, at your service!
Druidd Name:
I've decided that this fella's name should be J'dkahryn.
He lived most of his life in an isolated forest with a small group, and was rarely bothered by any outside force. He has the odd name of J'dkahryn, as he has seen very little of humans, thus giving him a name of just sounds. It is pronounced jid-kuh-rin, and his mother picked out the name special for him. She said that it meant 'beloved' in an ancient language she knew.
He often goes by the nickname Kahryn.
Gender:
J'dkahryn is a male, and he would probably try to attack you if you called him a female. Luckily, it isn't very hard to tell that he's male, so that shouldn't be a problem for you.
Art:
Recently, my IPad has been acting up and crashing every time I try to use my art app... So I will be doing this traditionally. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find my colored pencils anywhere, so it may be just blank. I'll try to find them, though.
Work in progress, currently.
Brief history:
Kahryn had grown up in a large forest. He lived in a very small tribe consisting of a few other Druidds, his mother being the closest to him. He grew up in the forest, learning to take care of it and all of its inhabitants with the upmost care. Back in those times, he was always kind, lighthearted, and very caring. He was liked by most of his little tribe and most of the animals in the forest.
Then one day, Kahryn and his pack decided to put on some paint to symbolize their tribe. They all began to paint markings on their claws, which showed that they were part of their tribe. Kahryn had just finished three of his paws, when a large group of human hunters suddenly burst into the forest.
The humans ran about, slaughtering Kahryn's tribe. With little choice, the terrified and shocked Druidd fled away into the forest, leaving his paints behind in the battle. He found a small cave to hide in, and stayed there until he heard the noises outside die down. When all was quiet again, he made his way back to where they had been painting to investigate.
All of Kahryn's tribe was gone, the only thing remaining being a few blood stains and loose clumps of fur on the forest floor. With a loud snarl, Kahryn cursed the humans and everything about them, hating their incompetent species for what they did to them. Since that moment, Kahryn had lost his lighthearted, joyous nature, and grew bitter and hateful towards the world.
Nowadays, Kahryn wanders the world. He is still ever so bitter, and tries his hardest to avoid the paths of any and all creatures possible. He sulks about most of the time, longing for his dear mother to come back to him, and still hating the humans for what they did to him. Surely enough, he has not, and never will, forgotten that dreadful event.

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