Post by Shadowcat on Feb 4, 2009 15:54:16 GMT -6
Name: Tybalt (tie-bahlt)
Age Group: Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: Deterahn
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: None
Species: Golden Tabby Tiger
Physical Description: Tybalt is a rare golden tabby Bengal tiger, born of parents with the typical Bengal color. His stomach is a beautiful light cream, melting into pure white. His eyes are a darker amber color on the outside, blending into a still darker blue-green, flecked with lighter amber. His strawberry blond pelt is streaked with darker strawberry blond-orange stripes. His face is accented with white patches near his ears, on his “eyebrows,” around his eyes, and across his muzzle. The fur on the side of his face is a cream, blending into his pelt towards the back of his head. His muzzle is longer than normal, though he seems to be built for strength.
Personality: Tybalt is an immature, hyper, playful cat. He has a hard time being serious for very long, and he can’t seem to sit still. He loves play-fighting with other cats and loves to watch the girls. He considers himself a lady’s man, and seems to think that the females can’t resist him, which is usually the opposite of true, due to his immaturity. He also tends to be very klutzy, and, though he is fun to be around, appears to be completely useless. He is strong, but he can’t hunt well because he can’t keep quite and he pounces much too soon, eager to have some fun catching his prey. He mostly uses his brute strength to scare off others and scavenge. He will run up and try and intimidate them with words, jump at them a bit, bare his teeth, growl, give hollow threats, and display his strength on trees or anything else near by. If he can’t scare them off quickly, he will fight, which usually means he loses. He is a better fighter than a hunter, but he is in no way good at either one.
Tybalt likes to take risks, and will fight much more experienced cats without a second thought. He’s not the wisest of creatures, but he gets by, and many seem to like him for his friendliness.
Protective of the females, he hopes they will reward him by being his mate. He has good intentions though, as the hope is a little “bonus” that he is hoping for. He is a good cat, and he simply feels he should protect others. He will protect either gender, though he protects females more. He is a bit biased, in that he things that the male cats are much stronger than the females, and that the females are incapable of defending themselves. He will likely never get over this, nor his other somewhat arrogant ways, unless he happens to meet a truly spectacular female that can convince him otherwise.
History: Born of parents who were the lead male and lead female of a pride of tigers, Tybalt had been raised believing he might be the leader of the pride some day, although his older brother was next in line. The family, and the rest of the pride, had always had their doubts in the wild young tiger, though. They could never keep his attention on his leadership lessons, and he has kept very very little of them in his memory.
Just as his parents were about to step down and make Tybalt’s older brother the lead tom, the pride was attacked by another pride, and all the members killed, except one young cub and Tybalt himself. Immature as he was, Tybalt escaped the scene with the cub after his pride was slaughtered. He carried her to a cave he though would be safe, and did his best to provide for her. Tybalt took very good care of her, making sure she had food, water, and was kept warm against his soft fur. The cub was eating meat, though she was not old enough to be fed a solid diet of it. Try as he might, Tybalt could not find a suitable surrogate mother and had to make do with caring the best he could for the young tiger. The cub soon became weak, and with her immune system low, she caught a cold. Tybalt tried his hardest to take care of her in that time. He comforted her with words such as, “come on, you’re tough! You can beat that pathetic illness!” Though in his heart, he knew it was not going to happen. He cared for her until she breathed her last, then he pushed her tiny body to the back of the cave and shoved rocks in front of it as burial. He left the cave and ran until his feet would no longer move. He has been in Amanija for close to a year now.
Picture:
Please ignore the cat in the corner.
Age Group: Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: Deterahn
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: None
Species: Golden Tabby Tiger
Physical Description: Tybalt is a rare golden tabby Bengal tiger, born of parents with the typical Bengal color. His stomach is a beautiful light cream, melting into pure white. His eyes are a darker amber color on the outside, blending into a still darker blue-green, flecked with lighter amber. His strawberry blond pelt is streaked with darker strawberry blond-orange stripes. His face is accented with white patches near his ears, on his “eyebrows,” around his eyes, and across his muzzle. The fur on the side of his face is a cream, blending into his pelt towards the back of his head. His muzzle is longer than normal, though he seems to be built for strength.
Personality: Tybalt is an immature, hyper, playful cat. He has a hard time being serious for very long, and he can’t seem to sit still. He loves play-fighting with other cats and loves to watch the girls. He considers himself a lady’s man, and seems to think that the females can’t resist him, which is usually the opposite of true, due to his immaturity. He also tends to be very klutzy, and, though he is fun to be around, appears to be completely useless. He is strong, but he can’t hunt well because he can’t keep quite and he pounces much too soon, eager to have some fun catching his prey. He mostly uses his brute strength to scare off others and scavenge. He will run up and try and intimidate them with words, jump at them a bit, bare his teeth, growl, give hollow threats, and display his strength on trees or anything else near by. If he can’t scare them off quickly, he will fight, which usually means he loses. He is a better fighter than a hunter, but he is in no way good at either one.
Tybalt likes to take risks, and will fight much more experienced cats without a second thought. He’s not the wisest of creatures, but he gets by, and many seem to like him for his friendliness.
Protective of the females, he hopes they will reward him by being his mate. He has good intentions though, as the hope is a little “bonus” that he is hoping for. He is a good cat, and he simply feels he should protect others. He will protect either gender, though he protects females more. He is a bit biased, in that he things that the male cats are much stronger than the females, and that the females are incapable of defending themselves. He will likely never get over this, nor his other somewhat arrogant ways, unless he happens to meet a truly spectacular female that can convince him otherwise.
History: Born of parents who were the lead male and lead female of a pride of tigers, Tybalt had been raised believing he might be the leader of the pride some day, although his older brother was next in line. The family, and the rest of the pride, had always had their doubts in the wild young tiger, though. They could never keep his attention on his leadership lessons, and he has kept very very little of them in his memory.
Just as his parents were about to step down and make Tybalt’s older brother the lead tom, the pride was attacked by another pride, and all the members killed, except one young cub and Tybalt himself. Immature as he was, Tybalt escaped the scene with the cub after his pride was slaughtered. He carried her to a cave he though would be safe, and did his best to provide for her. Tybalt took very good care of her, making sure she had food, water, and was kept warm against his soft fur. The cub was eating meat, though she was not old enough to be fed a solid diet of it. Try as he might, Tybalt could not find a suitable surrogate mother and had to make do with caring the best he could for the young tiger. The cub soon became weak, and with her immune system low, she caught a cold. Tybalt tried his hardest to take care of her in that time. He comforted her with words such as, “come on, you’re tough! You can beat that pathetic illness!” Though in his heart, he knew it was not going to happen. He cared for her until she breathed her last, then he pushed her tiny body to the back of the cave and shoved rocks in front of it as burial. He left the cave and ran until his feet would no longer move. He has been in Amanija for close to a year now.
Picture:
Please ignore the cat in the corner.