Post by Shadowcat on Nov 1, 2008 9:52:41 GMT -6
Name: Basir (bah-seer)
Age Group: Adult-Mid Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: Zilanthin
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: None
Species: Green basilisk
Physical Description: Basir's skin is emerald and leathery with tiny white markings across his body. His extremely long tail, which is about twice his body length, is covered in black bands that start at the tip and slowly fade out toward his body. A long, fin-like structure is placed on his back, and another on his tail, ending where the black bands fade out. A few stripes of black specks vertically go from his sides and up his back fin-spine. A large crest sticks out of the back of his head. His throat and around his mouth is a bluish white color, and his eyes are light amber. His feet and long and his toes thin, to allow him to run on water for a short time. Basir is about two and a half feet in length and very speedy.
Personality: Basir's personality isn't anything special. He's not particularly mean, or unusually nice. He's just him. He is usually nice, but will defend himself or his friends and family if threatened. If insulted, he won't fiercely insult back, but neither will he sit and take it quietly. He has a bit of a grim out-look on life, and, though he doesn't necessarily wish for death, he doesn't worry about it, deciding it will come to him when it comes. He does actually look forward to death, however, for he believes that the troubles of this world will no longer exist. Basir, in the mean time, strolls through life without much worry because, as he says, if he is attacked that will only speed up his time until he enters into the afterlife.
History: Basir's history was nothing more than pain and misery. He was abandoned by his parents and left to fend for himself, chased by other animals larger than him that wanted him for their breakfast, carried off by a large eagle to her nest of young birds, blow out of the nest by a large wind but in a strange place without knowing how to get home, knocked into a river by playful wild cat, pushed around by the current and then dropped off of the waterfall, and finally thrown into the sea by a charing ox belonging to humans. Basir was unable to get back to shore, and nearly died from the rough, salty water pushing him back under. Eventually, when he was about to give up, the ocean carried Basir to a strange new land. It was here that he later learned the teachings of the Zilanthin clan and decided to join them. He had had enough of life and welcomed death, though he would not simply allow just any creature to kill him. His time would come when fate brought it, not before and not after.
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Age Group: Adult-Mid Adult
Gender: Male
Clan: Zilanthin
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: None
Species: Green basilisk
Physical Description: Basir's skin is emerald and leathery with tiny white markings across his body. His extremely long tail, which is about twice his body length, is covered in black bands that start at the tip and slowly fade out toward his body. A long, fin-like structure is placed on his back, and another on his tail, ending where the black bands fade out. A few stripes of black specks vertically go from his sides and up his back fin-spine. A large crest sticks out of the back of his head. His throat and around his mouth is a bluish white color, and his eyes are light amber. His feet and long and his toes thin, to allow him to run on water for a short time. Basir is about two and a half feet in length and very speedy.
Personality: Basir's personality isn't anything special. He's not particularly mean, or unusually nice. He's just him. He is usually nice, but will defend himself or his friends and family if threatened. If insulted, he won't fiercely insult back, but neither will he sit and take it quietly. He has a bit of a grim out-look on life, and, though he doesn't necessarily wish for death, he doesn't worry about it, deciding it will come to him when it comes. He does actually look forward to death, however, for he believes that the troubles of this world will no longer exist. Basir, in the mean time, strolls through life without much worry because, as he says, if he is attacked that will only speed up his time until he enters into the afterlife.
History: Basir's history was nothing more than pain and misery. He was abandoned by his parents and left to fend for himself, chased by other animals larger than him that wanted him for their breakfast, carried off by a large eagle to her nest of young birds, blow out of the nest by a large wind but in a strange place without knowing how to get home, knocked into a river by playful wild cat, pushed around by the current and then dropped off of the waterfall, and finally thrown into the sea by a charing ox belonging to humans. Basir was unable to get back to shore, and nearly died from the rough, salty water pushing him back under. Eventually, when he was about to give up, the ocean carried Basir to a strange new land. It was here that he later learned the teachings of the Zilanthin clan and decided to join them. He had had enough of life and welcomed death, though he would not simply allow just any creature to kill him. His time would come when fate brought it, not before and not after.
Role Play Sample: Not Needed
Picture:
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