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Zeek! Another Quet character of mine.
Basically the huge, scary guy, who's a SWEET TEDDY BWAAARRR <3<3 ahem.

Name: Zeek (Zee, also known as Ox)
Age: 23
Gender: Male (REALLY?)
Orientation: Heterosexual (A QUET? NO WAI)
Build: Bulky, muscular, very large.
Height: 7'2"
Specialties: Strength, listening
Personality: Cheery, optimistic, naive, brave, blunt, clumsy, confident, kind, gentle, caring, protective...
History:
Zeek was born in a cave dwelling clan of Quets, which were full of the more amazonian sized Querquetulans. His father was the leader of their large clan, and a hated creature among human kind. His father was known to go into human villages and reek havoc with his group of giant scouts. His father had crushed human skulls, killed women and children, burned human alive in their homes--making a horrible name for all Quets.
Being the oldest of his brothers and sisters, he was expected greatly by his father--unfortunately, his father's faith in him was slowly dying as time passed. Zeek, unlike the rest of his clan, was gentle and kind, though he was the largest and strongest of the children, he was the most hopeless soft-hearted child in the clan. He would negotiate arguments instead of create fights. This was not the way of the Cave Clan, therefore, creating Zeek an outcast. His father was the first to shun him, finding no use with him, and moved onto the second oldest sibling to fill his heir.
Once he hit the age 14, he was destine to go through initiation---the test that judges if he is worth being alive in their clan, or dead. The initiation had three steps:
-Bring the most kill back
-Battle to the death with another Cave-Quet
-Aid in a human-raid
As a child, Zeek saw boys and girls come back from these tasks with their innocence gone, and some not come back at all. If a task is failed, only so many children will be spared, the rest killed.
Through painful suffering, and forced determination for his father's love, he survived the first two tasks easily. With what was still left of his dignity and innocence, he moved onto the human raid. The clan spoke of the humans as selfish pigs, sent from hells and shadows to taint the land--brain washing them into thinking that the humans had no potential for good. Zeek saw past the constant chatter and listened to the raiders sharing their tale of how the humans squealed for mercy, held their families close... He saw their innocence was greater than the Cave Quet's own.
He planned to flee from his cave during the raid, but the humans were ready for them. They had weapons, cannons that cracked thunder and fire in the air, pouring blood to splatter against the rocks they once called home.
A thunder rock pieced his right ear, whips slashed his back to leave pink ribbon scars. And he did not shed a drop of human blood.

Surviving the massacre, he did not care to check for survivors, having a newly deep rooted hate for his old home. As a boy, he moved from clan to clan, for anyone who would accept him--before they discovered who he really was. He grew to become a great replica of his father, and though he groomed himself to look like someone else, his blood-red eyes that rimmed with gold, always brought justice to his name.

Zeek and art are mine.
Quet species is 's

Description
Zeek! Another Quet character of mine.
Basically the huge, scary guy, who's a SWEET TEDDY BWAAARRR <3<3 ahem.

Name: Zeek (Zee, also known as Ox)
Age: 23
Gender: Male (REALLY?)
Orientation: Heterosexual (A QUET? NO WAI)
Build: Bulky, muscular, very large.
Height: 7'2"
Specialties: Strength, listening
Personality: Cheery, optimistic, naive, brave, blunt, clumsy, confident, kind, gentle, caring, protective...
History:
Zeek was born in a cave dwelling clan of Quets, which were full of the more amazonian sized Querquetulans. His father was the leader of their large clan, and a hated creature among human kind. His father was known to go into human villages and reek havoc with his group of giant scouts. His father had crushed human skulls, killed women and children, burned human alive in their homes--making a horrible name for all Quets.
Being the oldest of his brothers and sisters, he was expected greatly by his father--unfortunately, his father's faith in him was slowly dying as time passed. Zeek, unlike the rest of his clan, was gentle and kind, though he was the largest and strongest of the children, he was the most hopeless soft-hearted child in the clan. He would negotiate arguments instead of create fights. This was not the way of the Cave Clan, therefore, creating Zeek an outcast. His father was the first to shun him, finding no use with him, and moved onto the second oldest sibling to fill his heir.
Once he hit the age 14, he was destine to go through initiation---the test that judges if he is worth being alive in their clan, or dead. The initiation had three steps:
-Bring the most kill back
-Battle to the death with another Cave-Quet
-Aid in a human-raid
As a child, Zeek saw boys and girls come back from these tasks with their innocence gone, and some not come back at all. If a task is failed, only so many children will be spared, the rest killed.
Through painful suffering, and forced determination for his father's love, he survived the first two tasks easily. With what was still left of his dignity and innocence, he moved onto the human raid. The clan spoke of the humans as selfish pigs, sent from hells and shadows to taint the land--brain washing them into thinking that the humans had no potential for good. Zeek saw past the constant chatter and listened to the raiders sharing their tale of how the humans squealed for mercy, held their families close... He saw their innocence was greater than the Cave Quet's own.
He planned to flee from his cave during the raid, but the humans were ready for them. They had weapons, cannons that cracked thunder and fire in the air, pouring blood to splatter against the rocks they once called home.
A thunder rock pieced his right ear, whips slashed his back to leave pink ribbon scars. And he did not shed a drop of human blood.

Surviving the massacre, he did not care to check for survivors, having a newly deep rooted hate for his old home. As a boy, he moved from clan to clan, for anyone who would accept him--before they discovered who he really was. He grew to become a great replica of his father, and though he groomed himself to look like someone else, his blood-red eyes that rimmed with gold, always brought justice to his name.

Zeek and art are mine.
Quet species is 's