Avel; Free-Roaming Leopard [M]

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Name: Avel
Gender: Male
Species: Amur Leopard X Black Panther
Age: 3 Years
Alliance: None
Rank: Free-Roamer

Appearance:

Avel's facial features, are the things that make this rather young leopard look so different from others. His shoulders are broad, and his neck big and sturdy, supporting his large head. His face is a bit more rounded off then other leopards, he lacks a pointy chin or nose. His nose is also a bit bigger then average, and his chin is big as well. His ears, however, in compared to the rest of his head are quite small but still keep the rounded frame. The width of Avel's head is a bit bigger as well, his teal eyes forming slightly larger then others because of this. Overall his head resembles that of a tigers.

Avel is your typical leopard when it comes to size, he weighs in at about the average weight and is about the average height. But his frame and the way his built is actually quite big, and its quite noticeable that there is a lot of room for him to grow into. His limbs are strong sturdy supports that enable him to reach high speed and overpower larger prey. His body seems to be pretty lean, yet there is visible muscles pulsing through him. One last key feature for him is his large tail, and not length wise but width wise. It's heavier and wider then average.

Avel's pelt is a beautiful and well kept thing. His base coat is a soft, orange-tinged, brown on his top half, and as his fur progresses further down it gets lighter untill its a solid white. The white fur, when shun in moonlight, gathers a blue colored tinged to it, making it quite the sight. The only exception to this is his 'black socks', a dark fur color that is on his fore paws. He has black spots all around his face, each almost stretched away from his eyes and towards his neck. Near his body he is covered with black rosettes that hold a darker brown then his base color. As it reaches his tail, the rosettes begin to get to close and cause big splotches of black till when its the last third of his tail which is a solid black color. There is one place fur refuses to grow, the spot where a scar still lays; On his right fore-leg.

All together Avel is your typical leopard; a light brown base, gradually change to white, dark rosettes patching his coat, strong durable legs, a strong jaw and neck, and the amazing stealth ability. A few exceptions to his frame, head, and large tail, along with his unique white fur with blue-tinge. But he isn't one of those handsome leopards, he's just average.

Personality:

Avel persona is mature, happy, courageous, strong and loyal, also very, very dominant. He is very responsible trying to keep things done and out of the way, and would risk his life to protect the life of another in his group. Organized and serious, he doesn't let anything get out of hand and always addresses needs, wants, or things he sees as problems in efficiency. Not to say he's not fun though. and when everything is said and done, that's when he'll relax and lay back and loves to have a good time while doing the daily tasks.

Avel is a straight forward kinda male, he doesn't hang with cats he can't tolerate, and will not even pay any mind to them. But this doesn't mean he is a cold-hearted cat, he's actually quite sensitive, sweet, and caring. Though he might not show this side much to keep his macho appearance. When first meeting someone, Avel can be rather out-going and friendly, always trying to remain with a positive attitude even though his past is not a memory to live or even re-live. Trust, its kind of hard for him to give it out, most of the time when he gives out trust he has know the cat for a long period of time.

Sometimes he can get frustrated or angry rather fast, but this hardly happens unless something or someone important to him is broken or hurt. He can be kind of competitive and rude sometimes, but mainly because he can easily get caught in the moment. Overall he is a pretty simple leopard with some barriers to friendship, a slight mean side hardly shown, and a loyal, caring heart.

History:

Three years ago was the day that happened, his mothers favorite day also know as the day Avel was born. Avel was the only one in his litter that survived, the other one died at birth. Because of this his mom was extremely caring and nice to him, not wanting to see another one of her cubs go. His parents were a black Panther and Amur leopard combination. His mom, Amber, was an Amur Leopard. She had stunning features and was where most of Avel got his looks and his eyes. His dad, King, was the Black Panther. He was largely built and also where Avel received his 'black socks', build, and his bluish tinge.

Avel had the odd parents, the ones that make you really think how they came to be. His mother was nice and sweet, caring and loving Avel with every step he took. His father seemed to be the opposite. He showed little to no attention or care towards Avel, and hardly any respect to Amber, Avel's mom. It was typically a bad relationship, it would seem that King, his father, would just run away one day and leave them. Yet he never did that, he never even once threatened leaving. There was loyalty in the scary male, loyalty that seemed unlikely for him to have. But that loyalty never had anything to do with Avel, he felt that he was a mere pest in his father's eyes.

As Avel grew, the distance between both of his parents began to increase. His mom slowly started to sadden, and began to not even look Avel in the eye. This chain of events cause his father to enjoy the emotional torture that was in Avel head. All of a sudden he felt lonely, afraid, and weak. He was a mere year old when this happened, his emotions were still developing and he was overall very fragile. The day came, the day he thought never would happen. His dad approached him and attacked him. He hadn't expected it and was immediately scared at the right shoulder. He looked to his mom for help but received only an empty stare. It was at that point that he ran, ran away; Never to return to where he once called a home with his family.

On his years of traveling Avel always wanted to turn back around and go back to his home, nuzzle his mom, and receive an apology from his father. But he knew that it was a mere dream for that to happen, and thus he continued. After a few months after his second year he came across a marvelous land know as Horizon. He managed to find a new home and many companions. The new experience and joy replaced his sadness and remorse for his past, instead he looked ahead to his future.

RP Example:

[From a Stray RP Forum I used to go to. He was my attempt at a crazy, psychotic dog. Don't expect my posts to be this big though, because I've never done a big cat role play before ^//^;; I usually only do canine RPs but I can adapt, don't worry =D]

A cold winter breeze blew past, causing the soft fluffy snow that was left undisturbed on the ground to move and take off, being carried away by that cold breeze. Squirrels began to scurry up lampposts and some ran into holes in buildings, all they we doing were trying to escape winters hard and cruel grasp. Another gust of wind blew by, picking up even more snow off the grounds as the sun began to set. The sky was layered with several colors, ranging from the brightest blue, to the softest pink. It was a sunset to enjoy, but yet no one did so. The streets were empty, not an single sound was heard as the sun flashed one more ray before disappearing. Just as the sun said its good-byes, a new light source entered the sky and changed its color; The moon. As the graceful moon pulled itself up higher, the sky began to turn a dark blue. Most animals at this time where hiding from the wave of cold, as the only heat source had disappeared, all but seemingly one creature hid and slept. A loud and screeching noise echoed across the empty street as a car door the was slightly closed began to open. It cracked once more as it reached it's limits and wouldn't open any farther.

Out popped a figure, a dark shadow that belonged to that of a dog. It was a large Rottweiler, standing higher then most would expect, and very heavy. As the paws collided with the ground, and the dog brought himself out of the car, he let a heavy exhale escape his opened maw. Soon, before he could even walk away from the car, a yawn conquered his maw, adding aggravation to the male. He had just woken up, and it was bad enough that it was freezing cold out. As he stood, he raised his posture, his head was high and proud, his chest out, and his tail up. He believed he was something to be proud of, but looking back to the past and that would prove him wrong. He began to walk, thinking back to the day he bursted out. The dog did have some slight regrets of killing his own family, but he denied it whenever the thought of regret popped out. Flashes of his dead fathers body engulfed his mind, along with his own twisted and warped face. He shook the thought from his head, but still let a slight smirk cross his maw. "Heh, who's rotting now?" He said slowly and quietly, in a very deep yet raspy voice. He let out a small chuckle as he continued on. It couldn't be that bad that he enjoyed seeing his father die over and over again in his mind, could it?

Something interrupted the Rottweiler Dakota from his thoughts; a noise. As he snapped back to reality, he saw something move to behind two rolled over garbage cans. The trash the littered the ground did not please Dakota, it was what they were concealing. The wind blew once more, brushing through his fur. His appearance was defiantly frightening, scars littered his body like hair, and fangs bared through his smirk. He lowered himself as he sniffed in a bit, trying to not make a noise. He was right. He prowled closer to the garbage cans, ignoring anything beyond that. Another sight of movement crossed his black eyes, what he wanted was defiantly there. A few more steps, and then he sprinted toward the garbage cans that were mere meters away. As his claw raked through the garbage, it caught flesh. Dakota slowly pulled his paw back, reclining on his haunches and sitting comfortably. Looking to his paw, he smirked, he had caught the rather large rat the was scurrying around. "Your life seems to suck even more then mine at this point..." He said, his deep voice trailing to an end as his black eyes stared over the rat. Then, in one movement, the struggling mouse was in Dakota's mouth. He chewed with his mouth open, a habit he never managed to drop, and as he chewed and removed most of the flesh, blood dripped from his maw. He spat out the bones, then swallowed the small amount of meat that was on it. Small yet satisfying. He licked his chops before standing back up, same strong posture. Dakota began to wander, and to himself he repeated the same thing over and over. 'Rott, Rott, Rott..' He smirked, the name had a nice ring to it.

Dakota's heavy paws continued to bash against the frozen cement beneath him. He had been wandering for awhile now, the moon the had just appeared seemingly moments ago had began to reach the peak of the sky. A scoff emitted from the brutes maw, he had been wandering for too long, but atleast this time he had a reason; There was a pack, one he had heard rumors from. They called themselves the Shadow Alliance, and with a name like that of course he found it appealing. As he took a few more steps, a strong scent hit him; he was defiantly close to that of the Shadow Alliance's packlands. Dakota's nose managed to pick up some information, but he was mainly concerned about the alpha that had lurked there and if he was worthy enough to met Dakota. From the scents he could tell a bit about him, he was young and new to the alpha position, but still he was healthy, and judging by the claw prints dug into the decaying bricks, he was big. Dakota decided it wouldn't hurt to check it out.

Slowly, and slightly wearily the large Rottwieler crossed onto the territory, passing through the road. His head slowly looked behind him. The buildings seemed in decent condition, and livable behind him, but as he looked forward he could tell no human would be able to survive here. The place looked dead, its as simple as that, holes were pushed into buildings, lamp posts fallen over, odd writings on walls, and even the cement seemed worn down. Dakota didn't think much about the place, heck it seemed rather stupid to live here, but there was something about the feeling when he had crossed onto the territory, almost as though he was being watched, which gave off an eerie feeling, and boy did he like that feeling. His solid black eyes continued to look around, they caught sight of a Junkyard further down the road, but other then that it had just looked like a tornado passed through there. Dakota nodded to himself before refocusing his head forward, it seemed to be an alleyway, a very confusing one at that. It seemed to have four different ways to go already. He wasn't so sure he wanted to go there, but something drew him towards it. He took his second step on the territory, his stature slightly lowered from before. He didn't want to make that bad of an impression on the alpha. As he continued he took a left, entering the god-forsaken alley. Dakota looked up above him, where the balconies from the apartment building reached out to another. As he peered up, he caught sight of movement, and then just as he was about to bark, two birds flew away. He shook his head and continued on. He came to yet another opening which had multiple exits leading to multiple ways with even more exits. All he could do is sigh, he had made a mistake to come here.

Left, Right, Straight, Right, Right, Left. It seemed like the place was just leading him around in circles. Dakota was getting angry and tensed, aggravation enveloped his whole body. It all looked the same, the buildings were all the same, the only difference was the location of the holes, and even he didn't have enough memory to navigate through it. He pushed his head into the wall with force, not enough to make him bleed, but enough to make him wince and ask why he did that. 'Great, a new hellhole I get to die in...' He thought as he looked up. The moon was directly above him now, maybe a bit farther, he had been in here for more then an hour. He came to yet another clearing, but to his own surprise one pathway lead out of it. He was just about to go foreword when something caught his eye. To the left of Dakota, a light flickered on and off and a shadow was projected. As he turned around to get a better look at it, the light flickered off then back on and it was gone. He tilted his head to the side, "Great, now I'm going insane." He stated, his deep voice full of annoyance. He was going to leave, but first check out that alley to try and prove that he was as insane as he predicted. Dakota moved into the area, it had a dead end and on either side many crates were packed up high and almost like a staircase. As he continued to look his black eyes locked onto an open crate on its side. It was big, big enough to hold him, but he wasn't tired at the time. He approached it and stepped onto it. He pressed abit, to test if it was going to collapse under his weight, but it didn't. He pulled up the rest of his body, and lied down on top of it, staring at the only entrance to the place. He placed his head on his paws and continued to stare, as though he was waiting for something, or someone. Maybe he was suffering from insanity.

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Theme Song: Never Too Late - Three Days Grace
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