Post by tamura on Jan 8, 2010 22:45:28 GMT -6
Name: Redbrush
Age Group: Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: Roams around, but usually sticks in Sasukaeill
Herd: None.
Mate: None.
Friends: None.
Family: Dead, gone or killed.
Species: Thylacine {Tasmanian Tiger} (†T. cynocephalus) extinct
Physical Description:
A normal Thylacine with a dark coloration. He has tan short fur, almost of a subtle orange tint, and black strips from the middle of his long back and all the way down to his tail. He has a very muscular canine-shape, and has a few nice scars on him, as he has been in many-a-fight. He has piercing amber eyes that always look angry in some way, even when he’s not. Long black claws and gleaming teeth serve useful in a fight for Redbrush. Triangular ears that always seem to remain pricked and long tail that goes black at the end make up the rest of his features, as well as a marsupial pouch.
Personality: Redbrush is a rather angry, snarky sort of animal. He will tear your throat out in a second if you give him reason enough to. He is not at all kind or understanding to intruders, and those he get away unharmed must be very quick on their feet. He has a very thin temper which results in the fact no one wants to be around him- not that he wants to be around anyone though! Redbrush is quite tough and will not back down from a challenge; he’s a good fighter and has his share of scars to prove it. He will pick a fight on anyone who is smaller or roughly the same size as him, and doesn’t even seem to care about females of his species either. Redbrush also is quite arrogant, which goes hand-in-hand with his violent nature. It is exceedingly hard to gain his trust, and nearly impossible to keep it.
History:
Redbrush’s family grew up in a zoo- or rather a menagerie of sorts. He cannot recall much of it now, as he was taken from it long before he was even weaned. He was bought by an extremely rich French man, and abused from the second he was brought into this man’s hands. Left alone, punished, trained to do tricks for his own diner. It was a hard life, and he was rather gaunt at the time. None-the-less the animal next to his cage was making sure his muscles were growing. As he was caged and locked up for long periods of time as they toured town after town via train and car he was picked on by the juvenile lion named Antonio. Antonio lived in the cage next to his, though there was a gap above the bars that Redbrush could climb up. And this was exactly how he learned to fight.
After he was old enough to be at almost full size and strength, Redbrush made his escape. It was during a show, instead of performing the sort of tricks cats are trained to do, he ran. Climbing and running in a blind furry of fear he managed to get out and didn’t stop until he was out of site of the big colorful tent. From there he was free.
Roaming for at least a year led him to a land called Amanija- a land he had heard quite a good lot about in his travels. It was like heaven on earth, or so he had heard. So, he claimed a small plot of land there and continued his life not exactly in peace.
Is this your first time Role Playing? No.
Example RP Post: (one hundred fifty words + is required. RP example only required for your first character.) Not Needed.
Picture:
Age Group: Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: Roams around, but usually sticks in Sasukaeill
Herd: None.
Mate: None.
Friends: None.
Family: Dead, gone or killed.
Species: Thylacine {Tasmanian Tiger} (†T. cynocephalus) extinct
Physical Description:
A normal Thylacine with a dark coloration. He has tan short fur, almost of a subtle orange tint, and black strips from the middle of his long back and all the way down to his tail. He has a very muscular canine-shape, and has a few nice scars on him, as he has been in many-a-fight. He has piercing amber eyes that always look angry in some way, even when he’s not. Long black claws and gleaming teeth serve useful in a fight for Redbrush. Triangular ears that always seem to remain pricked and long tail that goes black at the end make up the rest of his features, as well as a marsupial pouch.
Personality: Redbrush is a rather angry, snarky sort of animal. He will tear your throat out in a second if you give him reason enough to. He is not at all kind or understanding to intruders, and those he get away unharmed must be very quick on their feet. He has a very thin temper which results in the fact no one wants to be around him- not that he wants to be around anyone though! Redbrush is quite tough and will not back down from a challenge; he’s a good fighter and has his share of scars to prove it. He will pick a fight on anyone who is smaller or roughly the same size as him, and doesn’t even seem to care about females of his species either. Redbrush also is quite arrogant, which goes hand-in-hand with his violent nature. It is exceedingly hard to gain his trust, and nearly impossible to keep it.
History:
Redbrush’s family grew up in a zoo- or rather a menagerie of sorts. He cannot recall much of it now, as he was taken from it long before he was even weaned. He was bought by an extremely rich French man, and abused from the second he was brought into this man’s hands. Left alone, punished, trained to do tricks for his own diner. It was a hard life, and he was rather gaunt at the time. None-the-less the animal next to his cage was making sure his muscles were growing. As he was caged and locked up for long periods of time as they toured town after town via train and car he was picked on by the juvenile lion named Antonio. Antonio lived in the cage next to his, though there was a gap above the bars that Redbrush could climb up. And this was exactly how he learned to fight.
After he was old enough to be at almost full size and strength, Redbrush made his escape. It was during a show, instead of performing the sort of tricks cats are trained to do, he ran. Climbing and running in a blind furry of fear he managed to get out and didn’t stop until he was out of site of the big colorful tent. From there he was free.
Roaming for at least a year led him to a land called Amanija- a land he had heard quite a good lot about in his travels. It was like heaven on earth, or so he had heard. So, he claimed a small plot of land there and continued his life not exactly in peace.
Is this your first time Role Playing? No.
Example RP Post: (one hundred fifty words + is required. RP example only required for your first character.) Not Needed.
Picture:
