Post by RedTigr on May 24, 2008 13:16:02 GMT -5
Name: Amurheart
Pack/Tribe: Kavari
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Picture: Okay, here's the picture. It's not the best, but....
Description: Amurheart is a large, broad-shouldered, muscular male with sharp claws. He has a thick pale orange coat with thin black stripes (greatly resembles an Amur tiger). His coat has a distinct reddish tinge on his back, the top of his head, neck ears, and tail. He has large paws, which has proved helpful to him, as it helps him walk on the sand. He has a long, cougar-like tail. His eyes are a pale blue (his mother also resembled an Amur tiger, although she was white with blue eyes).
Tattoos/Special Markings: Unique thin black stripes; reddish tinge on his back, top of his head, neck, ears, and tail.
Personality: Amurheart tends to keep to himself, and is easily annoyed. If someone tried to speak to him and he doesn't feel like talking, he'll usually ignore them. Despite his short temper, he's extremely loyal to the tribe, and would give his life to protect it. No matter how much some of his Tribemates might get on his nerves, he would do anything to keep them safe. He has an unrelenting hate for the wolves that drove the Kavari Tribe from the forest, and would love to avenge the deaths of the cats that died while they were driven out.
Although he seems to have an angry, hateful personality, he does have a completely different side. He can be kind and compassionate when and if he wants to. It's often hard to tell when he's experiencing this alter-ego, because he's so good at concealing all of his emotions.
History: He was born in the Kavari Tribe, and grew up there. He had a sister, Sunspot (resembled a leopard), who died in the last battle against the wolves. He was close to her; Sunspot was the only cat he ever confided in. He was devastated by her death, although he didn't let it show. He is determined to avenge her death. His parents died several seasons ago.
Other Important Information: None
Role-Play Example: A massive Maotu walked lazily along the dunes, his large paws brushing the fine sand as he stepped. A soft, warm breeze ruffled his thick coat. His pale blue gaze scanned the desert, searching for prey. He narrowed his eyes as he spotted a gemsbok grazing on a tuft of dry desert grass. He bared his sharp teeth in a grin of pleasure. The animal was not facing him, and he was downwind. He crept forward, his muscles rippling beneath his pale orange fur. When he was three times his length away from his prey, he sprang, charging at the beast. As he ran, he kicked sand into the air. Before it realized that something was coming, he was a tail-length away from the gemsbok. His prey began to flee, but it was too late. The cat leaped, propelling himself forward with his muscular hind legs. He sunk his sharp claws into the gemsbok's haunches. He pulled it to the ground, forcing it down with his strong forelegs. He bit down on its hind-leg with his sharp teeth so that it couldn't stand to flee. The cat stood, and approached his prey's front-side. He pressed his paw down hard on its shoulder, forcing the struggling gemsbok to lay on its side. He placed his other forepaw on its head, so that it couldn't strike him with its long, sharp horns. He sunk his saber fangs into its throat. The prey shuddered, and lay still. Amurheart had made his kill.
Pack/Tribe: Kavari
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Picture: Okay, here's the picture. It's not the best, but....
Description: Amurheart is a large, broad-shouldered, muscular male with sharp claws. He has a thick pale orange coat with thin black stripes (greatly resembles an Amur tiger). His coat has a distinct reddish tinge on his back, the top of his head, neck ears, and tail. He has large paws, which has proved helpful to him, as it helps him walk on the sand. He has a long, cougar-like tail. His eyes are a pale blue (his mother also resembled an Amur tiger, although she was white with blue eyes).
Tattoos/Special Markings: Unique thin black stripes; reddish tinge on his back, top of his head, neck, ears, and tail.
Personality: Amurheart tends to keep to himself, and is easily annoyed. If someone tried to speak to him and he doesn't feel like talking, he'll usually ignore them. Despite his short temper, he's extremely loyal to the tribe, and would give his life to protect it. No matter how much some of his Tribemates might get on his nerves, he would do anything to keep them safe. He has an unrelenting hate for the wolves that drove the Kavari Tribe from the forest, and would love to avenge the deaths of the cats that died while they were driven out.
Although he seems to have an angry, hateful personality, he does have a completely different side. He can be kind and compassionate when and if he wants to. It's often hard to tell when he's experiencing this alter-ego, because he's so good at concealing all of his emotions.
History: He was born in the Kavari Tribe, and grew up there. He had a sister, Sunspot (resembled a leopard), who died in the last battle against the wolves. He was close to her; Sunspot was the only cat he ever confided in. He was devastated by her death, although he didn't let it show. He is determined to avenge her death. His parents died several seasons ago.
Other Important Information: None
Role-Play Example: A massive Maotu walked lazily along the dunes, his large paws brushing the fine sand as he stepped. A soft, warm breeze ruffled his thick coat. His pale blue gaze scanned the desert, searching for prey. He narrowed his eyes as he spotted a gemsbok grazing on a tuft of dry desert grass. He bared his sharp teeth in a grin of pleasure. The animal was not facing him, and he was downwind. He crept forward, his muscles rippling beneath his pale orange fur. When he was three times his length away from his prey, he sprang, charging at the beast. As he ran, he kicked sand into the air. Before it realized that something was coming, he was a tail-length away from the gemsbok. His prey began to flee, but it was too late. The cat leaped, propelling himself forward with his muscular hind legs. He sunk his sharp claws into the gemsbok's haunches. He pulled it to the ground, forcing it down with his strong forelegs. He bit down on its hind-leg with his sharp teeth so that it couldn't stand to flee. The cat stood, and approached his prey's front-side. He pressed his paw down hard on its shoulder, forcing the struggling gemsbok to lay on its side. He placed his other forepaw on its head, so that it couldn't strike him with its long, sharp horns. He sunk his saber fangs into its throat. The prey shuddered, and lay still. Amurheart had made his kill.
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