Klorin Mure

"Alone we are rodents, together we are Kings"

- Motto of The Kings

Appearance
Klorin is a gaunt looking man of below average height with dark brown eyes and slightly receding oily black hair which is kept combed back flat. Klorin also has facial hair, with long neat sideburns as well as a full goatee with a pointed beard.

Much to his frustration, Klorin's features are rather ratlike. He has a long and narrow face with small sunken eyes, a long thin nose and thin lips. His body is equally thin with long limbs that end in large hands and feet with long fingers and toes. Klorin's right hand is missing half of his ring finger, with his middle finger being a crude bionic replacement. On the same arm, near the start of his forearm he also has a small tattoo of a number of rats tails tied together in a knot that spread out to form a star. Klorin also has a hunched back, though he is still able to stand tall when needed his back tends to crack unpleasantly as he does so. Klorin's faunus trait is the long tail of a rat which Klorin uses for numerous things, from support and balance while climbing, hanging, or a more limited extra arm while working.

Klorin's outfit functions as both his combat attire and general working uniform. It consists of a dark green boiler suit with large black steel capped boots. Over the top of these Klorin has large white hard plastic shin guards and bracers that have a yellow tone. On his torso Klorin has a similar plastic armoured vest that is attached to a large air filtering device around his neck that appears as a large armoured collar. This is designed to filter toxic chemicals out of the air and is attached via tubes to a mask that rests in the ring of the collar near Klorin's mouth. As a backup Klorin keeps a large air canister on his back that is attached to his armour. To complete the outfit around his waist there is a large leather belt that holds rubber gloves, spray bottles, cloths and other various cleaning supplies.

Klorin's casual clothes are much less complicated then his work attire, consisting of a simple light brown diagonally striped suit with a yellow undershirt, finished with black dress shoes.

Personality
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Backstory
Klorin's early life was simple and peaceful. He was born a younger brother to countless brothers and sisters, only to end up being the older brother to countless more. Like all his family and their family before them, Klorin worked cleaning the great bastion of Solace, home to the Shining Knights far in Mistral's north. Klorin's job alongside everyday cleaning and learning was pest control, dealing with bugs and rodents. Klorin took to the wanton slaughter of bugs well but from when he started and throughout the years as he grew and matured the death of rats bothered him to no end. Whether it was a passion for life or a sad sympathy and relation to the small creatures the job of killing them filled him with sadness, so much so that he started to collect them and release them out of town or, in rare circumstances, attempted to domesticate them and keep them as pets, though successes at this were varied and rare.

As the years passed and Klorin reached his late teens he began to feel the urge to escape the monotony of his home as all Mure members did. After preparation and saving Klorin ventured out into the world, making his way through villages and towns before finally reaching the Capital, Mistral, and setting out to find a job there. While his resume was short it was appealing and admirable with work coming quick and easy to him. He worked in all different places, from factories to offices and even in the early morning hours of well respected restaurants. Times were good, a nice home, respectable work and a proud reputation, for a time Klorin was happy.

Though of course times would not last. Stealing. Klorin was offended at the accusation, but once his status was question Klorin soon found out how fickle the capital truly was. He was a faunus, a rat no less, it was expected of him and despite his protests Klorin found that he no longer had a place in respectable Mistral society. Places who once praised him refused him without a second word, funds dried up quickly and before he knew it Klorin was driven from the windy cliffs deep into the shadows of the mountains of Mistral. Times became hard, the luxury of choice was no longer an option and Klorin was forced to take whatever cleaning work he could to survive.

The work was bad. Seedy warehouses and dens of iniquity. He cleaned to perfection and received no love, praise or fair compensation. When he worked with people he was treated as no better than a slave, quickly learning to keep his head down. Soon that was all Klorin could do and he suffered for it. He was a faunus, he was a rat, he was reminded of it every day while he was at work and on his way home. His refusal to speak lead to his world collapsing around him. His pay declined to the point where he couldn't even afford food. Soon he was working for food and when he lost his home he was cast out into the street entirely. His only possessions being the clothes on his back and his trusty broom, his only companion.

Life on the street brought Klorin no happiness, only perspective. He learnt that people only expected a faunus to be living in the filth, especially a rat. He realised that the high living Mistrals saw him as nothing different than then what they did now, a rat who muddled around in the mud, one they had to be kind since it was him who kept their homes and businesses resplendent. He used both of his new discoveries to his advantage. He stole food when people looked away in disgust. He hid and scampered into places he didn't belong just for a safe night's rest and when people paid him no mind when they walked past when they should have he stole what he could with no guilt. Klorin had fallen, but if he was to be treated as a rat he would be a rat. He would survive.

And survive he did, eventually with the help of another band of rats that saw his talent for theft and stealth and learnt of his talents for cleaning and organization. The Kings were their name and in his dire state Klorin took to them well. Scaring wealthy ladies was replaced with shaking down debt owers and mopping the floor in preparation for a busy day was replaced with cleaning the floor to make sure no traces were left for the police to find. For a time once again, things were good despite the horrid things he needed to do, though like always one bust later found the Kings disbanded and Klorin with some harsh jail time. What he went through in prison was nothing new and as always he kept his head down. Before he knew it he was out years early on good behaviour, slapped with a mere charge of community service that he did diligently. Out in the world again with some buried money for a quick top up and the King's experience opening up a new world of job opportunities, Klorin got back to work. He may have forgotten why he came to the Capital but now he was here he would work, he would thrive, he would survive.

Weapons, Skills & Abilities
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