Post by ::Time:: on Nov 17, 2008 7:28:37 GMT -5
Name: Nox
Gender: Male
Species: Cougar
Age: five years
Alliance: The Black Lark
Rank: Hopefully second in command once I audition =]
Appearance: Physical Description- Nox's fur is thin and sleek, to make sure he doesnt get too hot. It is a tawny gold, and when clean, gleams when the afternoon sun shines on it. It hugs his muscles attractively, and shows off his strength by it. It looks very regal at times, when its bright and shining and when his eyes and claws are looking like a polished black. Shaytons eyes are a deep, deep brown, and look black at all times though they arent truly. They are full of wisdom and knowledge, and there is something about them that shows that he's not someone who likes violence, but can deal with it if need be. Deep and sincere, his eyes can look blank, as if there is nothing behind them, a mindless zombie, but underneath the tranquil surface writhes a brain wriggling with thoughts at all times.
Nox's claws are a muted black, they dont shine and glitter in the sun, but are dulled. They are sharp and thick, a weapon for sure, but with the disadvantage that they are not built for cutting deeply but causing flesh wounds only. His large ears are broad, to better take in sound from long distances. Nox's body is heavy built, more for stamina than speed. One of his disadvantages is speed, and he has lost more than one villian because of it, it angers him that his body is built for strength and not speed, but he is also grateful for it helps him in fights.
His muscles are well developed and large, standing out in his shoulders and haunches more than the rest of his body. He would do well in a fight of strength, but for agility he is not so well posistioned. He does hold a certain amount of agility but some others, if posistioned right, could get in a good blow.
Personality: Personality- Smart and strong, Nox always seems to be the leader of any group, something to do with the way he holds himself, the wisdom he holds in his dark eyes. He's been through alot, the killing of his family, the journey through grief that followed. He doesnt say much, be believes in the power of silence, and whenever he does say something it is always important to listen. He can be a frightening creature, his values balanced exactly in the middle, do something he finds wrong, and you are on his bad side, and who knows what happens to creatures that get on his bad side...
Often he travels far distances, just for the pleasure of being alone, and silent. He used to be a loner, but now he feels the need for company, feels that his wounded heart may be ready to heal at last. His dark eyes are almost always nuetral, but at times they show raw emotion and that scares some because of the sincerity and power they see in them. He is a smart cougar, a genius even, but he doesnt flaunt his brain, nor does he flaunt his strength.
Nox, if anything, feels the need to prove to any outstanding males that to challenge him would be a bad idea, he shows this in different ways, depending on the male he is showing. He has been known to take in an abandoned cub, be a father to it until it is ready to set off on its own. He is a powerful figure, and hardly shows weakness or emotion. He is open to new members in any group he has at the time, with one catch. He must be sure of their wishes, he has an uncanny ability to read body-language, and he makes sure that the one who wants to join with him is noble and has no bad intentions. He hardly smiles, but sometimes his eyes twinkle and dance with merriment, and it makes you think that inside...he's not broken at all...but just waiting for someone that wants to fix him.
History: History- Nox was born in a hot land, and was grateful for his thin coat. His mother was a kind, loving parent and his father was a gentleman and great with pups. He had two sisters and they got along well enough, occasionally having scraps like siblings usually do. He enjoyed his life, he was so content living with his loving family, and he didnt know anything about the pain or horror of life.
But soon enough, he found out. He was out playing with his sisters when an unknown males scent reached Nox's nostrils, he and his sisters had never encountered another male so they didnt know the dangers involved. They followed the scent, eager at the chance to use their developing hunting skills. Eventually, they found the male drinking from their usual lake, the one they drank from and played in. Nox became slightly apprehensive when he saw the male, scarred from battle and muscular. But his sister teased him about being afraid and waltzed out to speak with the male. He growled in warning, unused to company, but she continued forward, by then Nox was growing scared, the male was staring at his sister as if she had done something to him. And then the male attacked, and his sister was slaughtered, his other sister let out a shriek and the male looked toward them, approaching with a grin.
Nox pulled his sister away, trying to run though his legs felt weak at the bloodshed and loss of his sister. They ran through the bush, but the male, with a longer stride, caught up easily and managed to snatch Nox's other sister away, killing her with his jaws. Nox made it to his parents, where a battle then followed, his mother told him to run as far as possible, so he did, hearing their dieing roars and the splash of their blood. For some reason the cougar didnt follow him, but Nox didnt stop running for a very long time.
Years later, he was completely composed, the cougar he is now, but always hurting, and always seeking revenge for his family.
RP Example: Muscles contracted and stretched easily, fluidly, as a tawny cougar moved with a lazy pace through the land, his eyes half shut as if he feared nothing. His large paws made indents in the soft earth, imprinting a history. He looked strong, dangerous, somebody that knew what he could and couldnt do, and how much to push himself. He looked almost soldier-like, a creature of war, a predator.
His jaw opened briefly and pale teeth glinted in the shadows as he grinned, acknowledging something nobody else saw or noticed. He reached his destination, a small trickling stream of clear water and dropped his head to lap gently. The water was pure and clean in his mouth, a sweet treat to his dry throat. His dark eyes closed as he drank, obviously enjoying the drink. He seemed more peaceful with his eyes closed, there was no look of a tortured soul. Even so, his body held the look of a cat who had known the bad side of life, his muzzle held a criss cross of scars from past battles. Nox lifted his mouth from the water, muzzle dripping, and stared out across the land, his eyes seeking out anything out of the ordinary, but nothing came to his sight and he relaxed, stepping back from the stream. He sighed and went on his way, no doubt plagued by something nobody else could see.
Picture: animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/resources/corel_cd/cougar.jpg/medium.jpg
Theme Song: The Logical Song by Supertramp
Other: none
Gender: Male
Species: Cougar
Age: five years
Alliance: The Black Lark
Rank: Hopefully second in command once I audition =]
Appearance: Physical Description- Nox's fur is thin and sleek, to make sure he doesnt get too hot. It is a tawny gold, and when clean, gleams when the afternoon sun shines on it. It hugs his muscles attractively, and shows off his strength by it. It looks very regal at times, when its bright and shining and when his eyes and claws are looking like a polished black. Shaytons eyes are a deep, deep brown, and look black at all times though they arent truly. They are full of wisdom and knowledge, and there is something about them that shows that he's not someone who likes violence, but can deal with it if need be. Deep and sincere, his eyes can look blank, as if there is nothing behind them, a mindless zombie, but underneath the tranquil surface writhes a brain wriggling with thoughts at all times.
Nox's claws are a muted black, they dont shine and glitter in the sun, but are dulled. They are sharp and thick, a weapon for sure, but with the disadvantage that they are not built for cutting deeply but causing flesh wounds only. His large ears are broad, to better take in sound from long distances. Nox's body is heavy built, more for stamina than speed. One of his disadvantages is speed, and he has lost more than one villian because of it, it angers him that his body is built for strength and not speed, but he is also grateful for it helps him in fights.
His muscles are well developed and large, standing out in his shoulders and haunches more than the rest of his body. He would do well in a fight of strength, but for agility he is not so well posistioned. He does hold a certain amount of agility but some others, if posistioned right, could get in a good blow.
Personality: Personality- Smart and strong, Nox always seems to be the leader of any group, something to do with the way he holds himself, the wisdom he holds in his dark eyes. He's been through alot, the killing of his family, the journey through grief that followed. He doesnt say much, be believes in the power of silence, and whenever he does say something it is always important to listen. He can be a frightening creature, his values balanced exactly in the middle, do something he finds wrong, and you are on his bad side, and who knows what happens to creatures that get on his bad side...
Often he travels far distances, just for the pleasure of being alone, and silent. He used to be a loner, but now he feels the need for company, feels that his wounded heart may be ready to heal at last. His dark eyes are almost always nuetral, but at times they show raw emotion and that scares some because of the sincerity and power they see in them. He is a smart cougar, a genius even, but he doesnt flaunt his brain, nor does he flaunt his strength.
Nox, if anything, feels the need to prove to any outstanding males that to challenge him would be a bad idea, he shows this in different ways, depending on the male he is showing. He has been known to take in an abandoned cub, be a father to it until it is ready to set off on its own. He is a powerful figure, and hardly shows weakness or emotion. He is open to new members in any group he has at the time, with one catch. He must be sure of their wishes, he has an uncanny ability to read body-language, and he makes sure that the one who wants to join with him is noble and has no bad intentions. He hardly smiles, but sometimes his eyes twinkle and dance with merriment, and it makes you think that inside...he's not broken at all...but just waiting for someone that wants to fix him.
History: History- Nox was born in a hot land, and was grateful for his thin coat. His mother was a kind, loving parent and his father was a gentleman and great with pups. He had two sisters and they got along well enough, occasionally having scraps like siblings usually do. He enjoyed his life, he was so content living with his loving family, and he didnt know anything about the pain or horror of life.
But soon enough, he found out. He was out playing with his sisters when an unknown males scent reached Nox's nostrils, he and his sisters had never encountered another male so they didnt know the dangers involved. They followed the scent, eager at the chance to use their developing hunting skills. Eventually, they found the male drinking from their usual lake, the one they drank from and played in. Nox became slightly apprehensive when he saw the male, scarred from battle and muscular. But his sister teased him about being afraid and waltzed out to speak with the male. He growled in warning, unused to company, but she continued forward, by then Nox was growing scared, the male was staring at his sister as if she had done something to him. And then the male attacked, and his sister was slaughtered, his other sister let out a shriek and the male looked toward them, approaching with a grin.
Nox pulled his sister away, trying to run though his legs felt weak at the bloodshed and loss of his sister. They ran through the bush, but the male, with a longer stride, caught up easily and managed to snatch Nox's other sister away, killing her with his jaws. Nox made it to his parents, where a battle then followed, his mother told him to run as far as possible, so he did, hearing their dieing roars and the splash of their blood. For some reason the cougar didnt follow him, but Nox didnt stop running for a very long time.
Years later, he was completely composed, the cougar he is now, but always hurting, and always seeking revenge for his family.
RP Example: Muscles contracted and stretched easily, fluidly, as a tawny cougar moved with a lazy pace through the land, his eyes half shut as if he feared nothing. His large paws made indents in the soft earth, imprinting a history. He looked strong, dangerous, somebody that knew what he could and couldnt do, and how much to push himself. He looked almost soldier-like, a creature of war, a predator.
His jaw opened briefly and pale teeth glinted in the shadows as he grinned, acknowledging something nobody else saw or noticed. He reached his destination, a small trickling stream of clear water and dropped his head to lap gently. The water was pure and clean in his mouth, a sweet treat to his dry throat. His dark eyes closed as he drank, obviously enjoying the drink. He seemed more peaceful with his eyes closed, there was no look of a tortured soul. Even so, his body held the look of a cat who had known the bad side of life, his muzzle held a criss cross of scars from past battles. Nox lifted his mouth from the water, muzzle dripping, and stared out across the land, his eyes seeking out anything out of the ordinary, but nothing came to his sight and he relaxed, stepping back from the stream. He sighed and went on his way, no doubt plagued by something nobody else could see.
Picture: animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/resources/corel_cd/cougar.jpg/medium.jpg
Theme Song: The Logical Song by Supertramp
Other: none
