Username: SpartanAmethyst |
Rohktan Name: Arsenic |
Gender: Male |
Class: Warrior |
Age: Adult
AU: Modern Streetracing - Earth |
Owner/Partner: Tobias "Cyanide" Sainler
While Rohktan are not quite as popular in the racing industry, never,
ever underestimate them.
The Rohk trade was booming with the people of Earth, from collectors and competitors alike, all vying to own and care for these stunning felines. While large enough to ride, they were a much more complicated and difficult breed to own and care for; more and more litters were being born in transit across dark space, new genes mutating and creating more and more stunning coats that caused billionaires to bid ever higher, and smaller owners to dream more and more of what they couldn't have. All cats that stepped paws onto the Earth's surface were always papered, vet checked, and had their own identification number. It was a very tightly controlled trade.... but there were always a few that slipped out under the radar. Arsenic was one of these cats.
Taken from his mother at a young age, he was raised by one of the dock workers in secret to sell in the black market; his identification number was scrubbed and he was listed as "deceased", so that the worker and his boss could sell the Rohk directly and make even more profit. Arsenic, known as "Seven" at the time, was trained relentlessly to be whatever his future owner could ever desire: obedient, aggressive, dauntless. He was absolutely perfect. By the time they're reached Earth, the young male had just become a full adult, boasting a think, luxurious mane and a rare set of horns, something not normally seen often in Rohktan. He would definitely fetch a pretty penny, and the boss could only chuckle to himself in anticipation. Unfortunately, he forgot one thing: he was a gambler, and when his back was against the wall, he'd lay out whatever he had to try and secure his one. One night at the poker table, Arsenic's fate was up for grabs.
It was that night that our young antihero Cyanide came into the picture; he'd been out with the crew partying when he'd sat down at the table with the boss, and unbeknownst to him his whole life was about to soar to new heights. After a few particularly lucky rounds, he'd taken most of the pot, and he was on cloud nine. Confidence through the roof, he bet everything, much to the garage owner's disdain. A human male by the name of Jackson, he tried desperately to talk Cyanide out of it, but the hyena was stubborn;
especially when Arsenic was offered up for grabs. It was a long, grueling round, each trying to outbluff the other players. It took nearly an hour, but finally to was down to two: Cyanide and the thug boss, and thankfully, Cyanide's luck did not fail him. A pair of aces and tens secured his win, and for the first time, Cyanide found himself with his own personal mount instead of riding one of the garage's mounts. He was a bag of nerves when he went to retrieve his prize from an angry, defeated thug, but the young hyena was already so in love with his new charge.
Very quickly Cyanide and Arsenic bonded, slowly becoming inseparable with how much attention the hyena lavished on him. They began training for the streets quickly, using one of NSR's Shedu to teach the Rohk how to race. It was very apparent from the beginning that the Rohk was nowhere near as fast as a Shedu cat, but what he lacked in speed, he more than made up for in courage and raw power. He would do just fine in the lower tiers, especially in the dark tunnels where bravery and trust was everything. Jackson chuckled; it was only fitting that the dark tunnels and blacklight tracks were Cyanide's specialty. As for the hyena, he was ecstatic to finally have a mount that was completely his; he wouldn't have to share racing days anymore.
