You are the sixth paladin of Voltron, pilot of the White Lion. You had an interesting past. One that you only became aware of after you became a paladin. Like Keith, you were half Galra. But, even though you looked human, you did have something that Keith didn’t. You have a pair of soft, fox-like Galra ears atop your head. They enhanced your senses, and you were very fast compared to everyone else. With your abilities enhanced, and with your strange features, insecurity was something you felt often. You were a monster. And inhuman monster. Good for nothing freak…

Thoughts swirled around in your head as you sat in your quarters in the Castle of Lions, knees hugged up to your chest. In a particular moment of vulnerability, you murmured self deprecating words to yourself. Your ears were wilted, and pressed down against your head, showing your evident distress. You hated yourself. How could you not? You were a monster….not even a real human.

*It wasn’t long before you heard a soft knock at your door, and a familiar, gentle, and quiet voice breaking the silence. *

“Hey..it’s me. Open up, will ya?”