First of all, let's get the name right. It's pronounced Ill-y not I-lee. I'm from a little island by South America where my family has lived for thousands of years. We were a peaceful people and by people I mean Tigers. Yes, you heard right. About 10 years ago, my people were attacked by a group of humans called Chasers. They find people like mine, those who aren't fully human, and sell them to the highest bidder. All but a handful of men are killed, the rest are used for breeding and experiments. You don't even want to know what happens to the females. My parents sold themselves into slavery to give my siblings and I a chance to escape. Once we were off the island, my 4 older brothers and I decided to split up. If we weren't together, they couldn't find us. Now I live in New Orleans as a wildlife photographer and model, trying my best to fit in. If I don't stand out, they can't find me. I haven't seen nor heard from my family and I don't think I ever will again. One day, I hope to find those who took them from me and take my revenge. At the end of the day, I am a Tiger. I will not forgive, nor will I ever forget.
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