This is my attempt for Redbuzzard's contest on deviant art. I did this in coloured pencils and tried REALLY hard.... T.T So here is the bio and story and such. Wish me luck guys!!!

Name: Kendrick

Age: Teenager, though his size would make him appear as a large adult.

Gender: Male

Element:

Kendrick possesses control over kinetic force and energy. That is to say, he can take the force of movement and manipulate it. When he runs, he takes that energy and puts it back through him, and this is used to help power his robotic leg. It doesn't function as well as his natural limbs and he doesn't accelerate quickly, but he runs like a bull. Once he has begun to generate enough force, he is steady, strong, and near impossible to stop. Of course, because he runs with such force he lacks agility, making it difficult for him to turn or halt. He can also use the energy generated from impacts. He doesn't have any sort of special beam, but he can release energy blasts, and increase the power of others. The energy he stores allows him to perform feats that others would consider impossible. The kinetic energy he stores dissipates quickly unless he uses it or keeps moving. This power, being a physical power, greatly heightens his endurance, strength, speed, and stamina. Since he can convert Kinetic force into energy, and vice versa, he can create shockwaves that move outward in all directions, using any object as a catalyst. However, he can only do that when in direct contact with the object. The size of the blast is relative to the size of the object, and always spherical in shape. He also must have enough energy contained in his body, to perform this act. The amount of energy required depends on the size of the object. Otherwise, it could start drawing from his own power and kill him. He can use this energy to strengthen his body in most anyway, even using it to heal more swiftly, though not immediately. Kendrick, despite all of this, is very susceptible to magic.

Personality:

Kendrick has often been hurt in his younger days, and still is maturing in mind and body, so he prefers to be more solitary and stoic. His large body tends to confuse others on his age, and he sometimes gets pulled into things he doesn’t really wish to involve himself with. He is stubborn, and keeps his word to the bitter end. His robotic leg gives him a bit of trouble, but he detests any other beast’s sympathy. Despite this, he is compassionate, though he keeps his emotions to himself. Kendrick has also been known to be a bit klutzy at times, due to his relatively slow movements. However, people tend to think he is unintelligent when they see this and patronize him. This is yet another pet peeve, and can cause him to fly into a rage surprisingly quickly. He tends to be rather rough and blunt though, not believing in manners, as they serve no purpose for surviving. There is little tolerance of weakness, and sometimes seems rather impatient. When one provokes him, he is known to quickly respond with his claws, despite his lack of speed.

History:

Kendrick was born as any young acherra should be; strong even at birth, and a small, close-knit family who cared for him and each other. His sister and mother played with him, as his father would leave to hunt, and his aunt and uncle would help too. It was apparent, that even from a young age, he was going to be large, even for an acherra. He lacked the grace and speed of his sister, but possessed strength that put her to shame. Life for the family was quite lovely and quaint.

However, as fate would have it, the good life had to end. The young cub had only just learned how to speak with any proficiency when tragedy struck. During a small family gathering, a group of beasts, whose foul origins caused them to only hold hatred and contempt in their hearts for any who fortune smiled upon, ambushed the family of acherras. The adults fought for their lives and for the lives of the children, but the beasts numbered too many, and the four acherras tired swiftly. Kendrick and his sister watched as the dark creatures leapt on their family, tearing them apart, devouring them. When the beasts receded, there was only a blood swath of grass and bits of fur and flesh. They could only stand in shock at what had happened. In horror, they watched as the beast began sniffing about, getting closer to where the pair had hidden. They inched back slowly, but it had been too late. The creatures had caught their scent, and were heading right for their hiding place.

Kendrick pleaded with his sister, trying to get her to go, knowing that she would be able to get away and he would only slow her down. As soon as he made her leave, he turned to look out of where he had hidden. But the sight that greeted him was the most unpleasant collection of nightmares that his young mind could have possibly conceived. Scrambling to get out, he thrashed and clawed, somehow managing to get away. Of course, this escape could not last long, and a beast latched its maw onto his hind leg. The others gathered round to watch this large cub try to fend for his life. And the audience watched in shocked fascination, as the cub growled defiantly and flayed the muzzle of his enemy. The beast snarled, going into a mindless rage and began tearing its head from side to side. The leg broke, the bone sticking through. It ripped through the flesh, and the now bawling feline flew through the air as the sinews released.

The youth slammed into the top of a tree, and land on a branch, limp and unconscious. When Kendrick awoke, he was confused and in extreme pain. He found his leg was gone, and recalled all horrible things his dreamless sleep had saved him from. It surprised him that he was still alive, after all the blood loss. When he descended from the tree, he went about looking for his sister, in an odd hopping gait, not letting the blood stump touch the ground. His forlorn voice rang through the entire forest, but to no avail. The beloved sister was nowhere to be found. It was nightfall by the time he gave up his search. For days he continued searching, knowing the cause was lost, weakening from lack of food.

When the starvation came to much for him to bear, he began to seek out carcasses, feasting on the partially rotted flesh. As the weeks passed, the skin repaired itself where it had been torn, but the lost limb never returned. Kendrick had not yet completely adapted to this method of moving and often found himself falling over when he tried to walk using the phantom limb. The new life he lived was hard, but he survived, so he was content. One day, he came across an odd misty figure. The fur on his back rose with the feeling dread. A dark aura seemed to radiate from this mist. He watched as the darkly colored mist deliberately drifted towards him. He shrank away, but the mist began to shift to take the shape of some sort animal. It looked similar to an acherra, but he couldn’t be sure. Two glowing eyes fixed on him, and he was frozen to the spot, tail curled beneath him in fear.

When it spoke to him, its voice resounded in his head. It spoke of his loss, not only the obvious lack of a leg, but his deceased family. Kendrick was frightened that it knew so much about him, but he only listened, enraptured by the ghostly voice. The wraith then went on to tell him how he could recover his leg, though in a different form, he would be able to walk again. But it was not all. He had powers, like all of his kind did, but it could give him the ability to utilize these powers. That was... at a price. He was to receive great strength, at a terrible price. As well he would have to make a bargain with it if he wanted this to do this for him.

He inquired what he would have to give, and the spirit answered evasively. Kendrick would have to allow the spirit to live with him as an adult. Not satisfied with this answer, he pressed the spirit for more details, wanting to know what this “terrible price” was. Finally it agreed to tell him, and he relented. If he were to go through with the bargain, he would not get to go into death easy at a ripe old age. He would become doomed to violent and sudden end. The spirit could not tell him when, but it could tell him that any fight could be his last. If he choose this path, he would have to live with this knowledge hanging over his head until the end of his days…
Indecision dominated his mind at first, but slowly, he realized what he would have to do. Steeling himself, he accepted the spirit’s offer. The wraith seemed to nod, and it embraced him. Fire erupted in his veins; his head tore back and forth, as every sinew of his being was set alight from the ethereal beings power. But, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. As the red haze of pain lifted from his mind, he looked at his stump, to see if the spirit had fulfilled its promise. Instead of the limb growing back as he had expected, a metal limb resided in its stead. He whipped his head around, looking for the spirit, but it had disappeared.

Standing slowly, he tested out the new leg. It was a bit awkward, but he could move as he had in the past, though he noticed he was a bit slower than before. He grunted and thrust himself forward, finding himself slowly accelerating. There was a new strength to him now. Every time his paws struck the ground, it felt as if a charge ran through his body. The thrusts of his legs became increasingly powerful as he moved, and he began to move faster and faster, but he felt no strain. His surroundings became a blur and he tried to stop, but it was difficult, and he found himself much farther along than he had intended to be. He looked at where he had first tried to stop, and was surprised to see the deep gouges in the earth so far from where he had halted. The doom foreshadowed lingered in his mind, but he managed to push it away. And so he began trying new things, leaping as high as he could, testing his strength against boulders, but nothing seemed able to best him.

Months went by, and he began to master the powers that the wraith had unleashed within him. It bothered him a bit that he could never achieve his phoenix form, and instead only go somewhere in between. However, this was not much of a hindrance to him. His personality changed with him, and as he matured, he hardened himself to the world. There were not many where he ventured, so his manner dwindled, and he became rather rough. His body continued to grow, and while his size is comparable to that of a rather large adult; his mane hasn’t yet grown in fully, showing that he is still a teen. But one look in his eyes would show one that his experiences have aged him beyond years…

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