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Username: Master Kanaka

Name you wish your pets to call you: Kanaka

Bio: Born as a kitsune, Kanaka was raised on the outskirts of a nearby village, where he spent much of his time, hiding from humans. On a day that would change his fate, he and his mother were attacked, bound and sold into slavery, His hatred towards humans grew as he spent much of his life, serving one. As time progressed, he grew to channel his hatred and was able to escape his life as a servant using his ability to shape shift. Upon escaping, he dedicated his life to learning the land, learning how to fight and how to manipulate his way into a higher status. He earned the right to call himself a master, vowing to look after those who were outcasts or different.

Appearance:


Powers: Shape shifting (tail will always remain showing, no matter the form), communication with animals, heightened senses.

Room Description: Room

How often your online: I do my best to be online at least once day throughout the week at times, for extended periods of time.

Your pets names: N/A

Kanaka had been standing by the window of his room, looking out at the scenery. His mind was focusing on the new found business relationship between his hotel and this mansion, a plan to increase the stronghold for master and slave sanctuaries. He sat down to sift through his paperwork before hearing a knock at the door. His ears twitched slightly as he sniffed the air slightly, catching the scent of his visitor. Intrigued and wanting to be courteous, he stood up and made his way to the door, opening it to greet his visitor.

"Can I help you with something, Miss....."

Kanaka had fallen asleep, atop of his sheets and still clothed in his attire from the festival. The knocking rang throughout out the room, causing him to stir awake. Only somewhat alert, he headed towards the door, promising himself he would stop drinking so much during parties as he did so.

As he reached the door, he unlocked it and opened it, seeing Quinne standing in the doorway.

"Senora Quinne....eh....Buenos Dias...como estas?"

He said, having not really expected anyone to arrive at his door or to still be in a stupor.

It took Kanaka a moment to understand what she was saying and how he must have appeared, Embarrassed, he quickly waved off the notion of her bothering him.

"No es un problema, Senora Quinne, perdona me....I stayed up looking over paperwork. Is there somewhere that I am needed or would you like to come in?

He asked, turning to the side inviting her in if she wished.

Kanaka simply chuckled at her response.

"Ah...well...when one is raised only on necessities, it becomes a part of one's life. I may be in a position that has afforded me slight elegance and while I could improve to a more plush and decadent design, this suits me, both in personalidad and necessity. Though I am sure your room is quite beautiful.

He said before turning his attention to the stacks of paper on the chair ... desk ... and bed, picking them up and placing them together on the floor.

"Con permiso, I must have fallen asleep in the middle of my work and left such a mess."

Kanaka smiled, then laughed at her joke.

"I see, so you are a collector than, Senora? If your room is a decadent and plush as you say, surely you have much space that needs to be filled."

He smiled at her once again.

"And while you say that you have no emotional attachment, it seems as if those objects you collect, must represent some sort of attachment."

He then turned his attention to the papers and then back to her.

"As for this mess, messes do not bother me...it is when company arrives that it looks poor on my end."

Kanaka smiled and then laughed lightly.

Kanaka looked down slightly before returning to look her in the eyes.

"It is true that heartache can lead to enough pain to make one fill their life with objects, but to do so, is foolish. Why live, if you are not willing to suffer for that, which you desire? As for the mess, I still should have anticipated the possibility of company."


Kanaka quickly realized he had not been as hospitable as he should have.

"Con permiso, would you like to have a seat?"

Kanaka said, gesturing for her to take a seat.

Kanaka chuckled, hearing his comment from the night before, being brought out the day after.

"That is very true, Senora, pero, you misunderstood the meaning behind. 'Jugando con fuego...' was not meant in reference to flirting or falling for someone, but in reference to the subject that the flirting is directed at."

He said, smiling at her.