"Upon the final day of a child's first cycle of existence they must meet three criteria to be considered gifted. Speech, magical awareness, and some form of control over the mana in their blood. Of course, only those born to one of the five families have this gift anymore. Everyone else is born to serve us, because we are the alphas. They can bow, or they can die."
His face is slender, and always seems to have a calculating look to it. His eyes are the deepest green, human rounded pupils adorning the inside, black as night. Below his eyes, over his cheeks are a pair of deep purple feline stripes that taper off before reaching his nose. They look like they're painted to his face, rather than actually being naturally present, since he has skin and not fur. His torso is slim but not toned or muscles, and his limbs are narrow and slender. Aside from the stripes, ears, and tail, his body is entirely human, and he is entirely organic without as much as a piercing in him.
Krin wears a pair of black latex pants and black boots. Though latex, the pants are not tight, but are comfortable all the way up his legs, suddenly getting tight around his ass and crotch. His body is covered in a white cotton long sleeved dress shirt that plays tricks with the eyes. From the right angle, one would THINK they MIGHT possible could see through it, and they can, but it's not apparent enough for most to notice. The darkness of his nipples and form is very light. His body is covered by a long purple cloak, which he keeps loose behind him. The cloak is ripped in a few places, and even bears a burn mark on the bottom, obviously threadbare and unkempt.
Around Krin's neck is a long ostentatious gold chain, from which hangs a medallion about three inches in diameter. The medallion is pure gold, polished to a mirror-like shine; in the middle of the disc is a long serpentine dragon, carved out of pure amethyst, coiled around a sword with the words "Amethos - Peace from fear" etched around the outer inch.
"I can't shake the foreboding feeling in my chest, that my cousins are mingling, that they are plotting, but I won't stop. I cannot afford to back down now; now that I am so close to power and glory... I will take power, I will be mighty, I will be invincible, I will be GOD!"
Even with his magic, ten people pouncing him at once quickly left him incapacitated on the floor. He was quickly shown the business end of one of the energy transfer devices that he enslaved some poor father to build. His power drained away in a flash, and he was knocked out, only to awake somewhere in the middle of the Nexus, in a brand new society. For decades, he had the power to shape his destiny, while everyone cowered at his feet. Now everyone around him was performing acts of "magic", and he was devoid of his power.