Born and raised in Qasala, the son of a Shenkuuvian disgraced noble and a Qasalan princess. The purple kougra cub was a good child, always curious, outspoken, proud. He took after his mother for the most part. Priya never knew, though. She passed before he could be aware of it. His father however, he was always around. And he could see his late wife in his son. The hatred he bore towards her had found a new target. Kinuhara was violent, strict; he cared about no one but himself, especially not about Priya. There’s only so much a child can take. The inquisitive curiosity, joy and kindness had all been whipped away from his eyes, and they hardened along with his heart. He learned to look out for himself alone, because no one else would, and thus he became cold and selfish. He naturally took after his mother, but the seed of his father’s personality had found soil to grow, and was starting to take root.