Post by Smudgey on Dec 15, 2008 21:20:21 GMT -5
Name: Aiden
Gender: Male
Species: Lynx
Age: 4 years
Alliance: Horizon Mountains; East Side
Rank: Yet to be decided by the leader
Appearance:
Rusty, russet-colored fur layer this handsome tom, with the occasional speckling of white and cream. His eyes are a light amber, often guarded and expressionless, but very soft when he is with someone he loves. Black tufts of hair rise from the tip of each ear, and the backs of his ears are black with a white dot in the middle.
Figure is quite muscular, and you may consider him to be one of the brawny, large types. Every limb and part of his body is packed with tough muscle. Not only does this muscle provide him with power, but the firm build of it makes it hard to hurt. It's like trying to punch cement-it'll probably hurt you more than it hurts him.
Tail is slightly longer than regular, if someone really wanted to know. His nose is a dark, rusty brown, and his muzzle is dotted with black freckles, along with the outsides of his limbs and underside.
Personality:
Even as burly as he looks, Aiden can be a gentle, caring fellow. He is just and brave, and does not abuse his exceptional fighting abilities. He dislikes fighting, and will try to solve most of everything with peace. He would make a very good leader- but he is not interested in that position at the time. He prefers to be directed by someone usually, but likes a high rank too, mainly for the respect others give you for it.
Someone could consider him wise, and that would be correct. Throughout his 4 years of experience he has learned a lot. One thing he will not tolerate is disrespect- dishonor him and have your ears clawed off. As perfect as this tom seems, everyone has their cons.
He can be hard-headed. Don't push him around and he won't do the same to you.
History:
Aiden's parents didn't stick with him long. They hadn't even really wanted kits, and they didn't care for him very much. He was the only survivor of his litter of three, one of his siblings being a runt and the other too weak to survive the winter they were born in.
Aiden fought for his life practically everyday, from sickness, disease, predators, and even his parents. When he was weaned his mother ditched him, not even catching prey for her own son. Aiden's father left soon after he was born, so he can only remember gray pictures of his father when he was a kit.
Luckily, he learned to hunt by watching his mother when she did. She never taught him the techniques though, and he had to spend several terrible weeks fending for himself, either on carcasses or rotten prey. But although his kit-hood was harsh and cruel, it taught him a lot, and created the strong lynx he is today.
RP Example:
[[[From a dog rp]]]
Jazlynn awoke, eyes blinking as they adjusted to the sharp ray of light that filtered in through the cave's entrance. She yawned sleepily, rising to her paws and stretching luxuriously. She had heard Yukio exit, and she knew something must be going on. Shaking her pelt, she headed toward the opening, but halted behind the shadows, taking in all the information she wanted-the positions of each dog, where would be best to attack, etc. But her dark eyes held no expression as she padded out, silent as her shadow. She saw Yukio, carefully guarding himself from the others, and she had a puppyish urge to attack him. But if it was really a puppyish behavior, she couldn't tell.
"Morning mother, Wick." She mumbled quietly. She turned her dial to wards Yukio, but kept her vision on the range of the others, just in case. She noticed a look had exchanged from the two, and a curious flare burned in her locked heart.
She pounced near him, but didn't attack. It was a trick, and she leaped sideways to nip his tail playfully, a mischievous gleam in her brown eyes. She didn't feel like the others tolerated playful behavior as much as he did, so she played with him often. Although fun as a puppy on the outside, she was secretively calculating everything in her head. It was the trick she often used now, pretending to be dumb, but truly knowing everything.
She leaped back wards, and stood where she could view everyone. She hated not being able to see those who were near her. It gave them a terrible advantage when it came to attack, even though even with her eyes shut she could still put up a good fight.
Jaz lowered herself slowly, her muscles still burning with excitement. She knew they were hunting today, and she couldn't wait. Although she had killed in the past, this information was kept to herself. And as she lives on, more secrets will continue to haunt her....
Picture:
Theme Song: As I continue to rp him I'll find one..I'm not so sure which fits him best yet
Other:
His name means "Fire".
Gender: Male
Species: Lynx
Age: 4 years
Alliance: Horizon Mountains; East Side
Rank: Yet to be decided by the leader
Appearance:
Rusty, russet-colored fur layer this handsome tom, with the occasional speckling of white and cream. His eyes are a light amber, often guarded and expressionless, but very soft when he is with someone he loves. Black tufts of hair rise from the tip of each ear, and the backs of his ears are black with a white dot in the middle.
Figure is quite muscular, and you may consider him to be one of the brawny, large types. Every limb and part of his body is packed with tough muscle. Not only does this muscle provide him with power, but the firm build of it makes it hard to hurt. It's like trying to punch cement-it'll probably hurt you more than it hurts him.
Tail is slightly longer than regular, if someone really wanted to know. His nose is a dark, rusty brown, and his muzzle is dotted with black freckles, along with the outsides of his limbs and underside.
Personality:
Even as burly as he looks, Aiden can be a gentle, caring fellow. He is just and brave, and does not abuse his exceptional fighting abilities. He dislikes fighting, and will try to solve most of everything with peace. He would make a very good leader- but he is not interested in that position at the time. He prefers to be directed by someone usually, but likes a high rank too, mainly for the respect others give you for it.
Someone could consider him wise, and that would be correct. Throughout his 4 years of experience he has learned a lot. One thing he will not tolerate is disrespect- dishonor him and have your ears clawed off. As perfect as this tom seems, everyone has their cons.
He can be hard-headed. Don't push him around and he won't do the same to you.
History:
Aiden's parents didn't stick with him long. They hadn't even really wanted kits, and they didn't care for him very much. He was the only survivor of his litter of three, one of his siblings being a runt and the other too weak to survive the winter they were born in.
Aiden fought for his life practically everyday, from sickness, disease, predators, and even his parents. When he was weaned his mother ditched him, not even catching prey for her own son. Aiden's father left soon after he was born, so he can only remember gray pictures of his father when he was a kit.
Luckily, he learned to hunt by watching his mother when she did. She never taught him the techniques though, and he had to spend several terrible weeks fending for himself, either on carcasses or rotten prey. But although his kit-hood was harsh and cruel, it taught him a lot, and created the strong lynx he is today.
RP Example:
[[[From a dog rp]]]
Jazlynn awoke, eyes blinking as they adjusted to the sharp ray of light that filtered in through the cave's entrance. She yawned sleepily, rising to her paws and stretching luxuriously. She had heard Yukio exit, and she knew something must be going on. Shaking her pelt, she headed toward the opening, but halted behind the shadows, taking in all the information she wanted-the positions of each dog, where would be best to attack, etc. But her dark eyes held no expression as she padded out, silent as her shadow. She saw Yukio, carefully guarding himself from the others, and she had a puppyish urge to attack him. But if it was really a puppyish behavior, she couldn't tell.
"Morning mother, Wick." She mumbled quietly. She turned her dial to wards Yukio, but kept her vision on the range of the others, just in case. She noticed a look had exchanged from the two, and a curious flare burned in her locked heart.
She pounced near him, but didn't attack. It was a trick, and she leaped sideways to nip his tail playfully, a mischievous gleam in her brown eyes. She didn't feel like the others tolerated playful behavior as much as he did, so she played with him often. Although fun as a puppy on the outside, she was secretively calculating everything in her head. It was the trick she often used now, pretending to be dumb, but truly knowing everything.
She leaped back wards, and stood where she could view everyone. She hated not being able to see those who were near her. It gave them a terrible advantage when it came to attack, even though even with her eyes shut she could still put up a good fight.
Jaz lowered herself slowly, her muscles still burning with excitement. She knew they were hunting today, and she couldn't wait. Although she had killed in the past, this information was kept to herself. And as she lives on, more secrets will continue to haunt her....
Picture:
Theme Song: As I continue to rp him I'll find one..I'm not so sure which fits him best yet
Other:
His name means "Fire".
