Name: Yavin Sanger

Gender: Male

Age: 10ish

Species: Humanoid-kin cheetahshifter

Skin/fur: dark red-brown, spotted in black

Hair: black with blond/yellow streaks

Eyes: Sanger blue

Abilities: Shapeshifting - cannot reach fully Human, since his mother is a Kin cheetah. He can go to all fours and bipedal faster than most, and keeps his clothing while doing so (which looks a little odd, but it's his personal magic), he is tall in Humanoid form, and quite long in his cheetah shape. He will also be able to breed with damn near anything that's about the same size and shape as him. Oh wait... Also, his mother's abilities of life detection and weak empathy run in him, but he doesn't usually try and do anything with them since he hasn't been properly trained to use them.

Yavin's mother was from Planet Twenty, that much was obvious. But she hardly had any idea where her offspring with the wily cheetah-shifter-human Ivo went, and that was fine with her. There weren't many cheetahs on Planet Twenty - purebred ones, anyway - and far fewer females than males. If she'd bore him a girl, she would have been far more likely to demand she stay on the prison-planet turned free-colony.

Thus, Yavin lived most of his youth in the Healing Den. He liked it there, except that there was no sunlight really - but he got enough of that whenever they went to school. Yavin was exceptional at track - obviously - but he also liked history and sciences. His family on his father's side were scientists and the like, mostly, so that made sense. By the time he'd be old enough to attend Carramba High School, he'd probably be on the honor roll by reputation alone.

But Yavin's preference toward doing physical things would always bring him into contact with a grittier side of life. He loved getting his hands into things, be it dirt, water, guts or muck. Didn't matter.

Basically it didn't matter because some form of his shapeshifting power cleaned him up every time he shifted back and forth. Kalkin had even insisted on getting samples from before and after - he was clean.

Yavin hung out with the other younger boys in the Den, Baelin and Kinkkori (if you could call Kin a 'boy', he was probably mature but didn't much care to admit it). As one, they messed with the minds of everyone they could. They never did truly bad pranks of course, because the Den was their home - they didn't want to mess it up too badly. Or, risk Baeris's wrath. Even Yavin hid behind Baelin whenever there was something gone wrong and she was angry.

Still, he looked up to Baeris in a way that the other boys didn't really grasp. She was everything meant to be: beautiful, smart, a scientist unafraid of new things, and a dragon rider. That he was, in some weird way, "related" to her was even better. He never mentioned this to Baelin of course, because that was one of those "eew cooties" things they were still fond of laughing about. They'd all had proper education about what life was all about, they knew the birds and the flitters and stuff. But it wasn't that Yavin was in love with Baeris, exactly, but that he respected her above and beyond anyone else.

He wanted to impress her, somehow, but until he was older that would just be silly of him. A childhood crush at best, could lead to rejection. That wouldn't do.

Some day, he'd get her to nod and congratulate him on something well done. He wasn't sure what that would be, exactly, but he'd know when he saw her expression whether he'd done it or not. That day, he privately thought, he would truly be a Sanger.

In the meantime... there were dragons to find. Halloween dragons, probably, because the season when Baelin dragged him and Kinkkori down into the Den's midsection was dark and spicy with crisp leaves and pumpkin decorations everywhere. It was a good time to have new dragons. The Den needed something other than those weird glowy-xenos of Kali's.

Still sweet smelling, perhaps. Every time one of the candy-shelled spring xenos came by, Yavin drooled.