Post by Pantheon on Jul 27, 2009 3:35:53 GMT -5
Furcadia Login Name: Pantheon.
Character's IC Name: Pantheon; Pan, Panth.
Age: Just under two years.
Breed: Sabre.
Description:
Colors on the Outside
Mocha-colored coat of a light, tawny base, darker underbelly, and cream stripes. Mane is black ear-tips are black with the very tip cream, paw pads are black and the traditional pink (second to last toe on each paw is black, left hind paw main pad is black, right forepaw has black spot covering the bottom half of main pad), and eyes are soft green. Whiskers are cream.
Colors on the Inside
Pantheon is a rather quiet beast, and life-changing events have riddled his short past. Though still young, Pantheon has encountered many of life's tough choices. His mother vanished when he was young, and so he was raised by his cruel father, Obin, and soon-to-be stepmother, Club. She always treated him as if he were her favorite; that is, until mother returned. Pantheon saved his mother from what seemed to be certain death, taking into consideration the treason he was committing and the risk of his own life. Club was going to deliver one of the final blows unto Pan's mother when he jumped in, taking the blow to his shoulder. As a result, Pan limps on long journey's and is weakend if hit here. This also caused him to become highly mistrustful of most everyone, choosing to only talk to a select few.
Sample Post: Pantheon staggered along through the dry heat, large tongue folding in on itself as he panted, sailva spilling from the edges in spared drops. His golden eyes were hazed, body ridged; he left what was supposed to be the safety of his home a while ago, pulling on the strings of survival as he started off alone for once. He tried to find his mother, praying she hadn't died of her wounds, but he searched to no avail. He had traveled far, eaten little, but was not tired. He didn't give up easily. He'd find her, he had to.. However, something told him he was far off and she was long gone. Club's hit to his shoulder had healed, although his limp had broken out over his trek. He snarled at the thought of her. Oh, how she used to spoil him while his mother was away - ha! And his father! Who was he, again? Pantheon growled to himself, quite content with his newfound freedom. Fuck all of them. A sudden pain ripped up through his left foreleg, looking awkwardly down at his paw pad. Ah. Pantheon grimaced as a small bubble of blood appeared where a jagged piece of rock fell. He watched the blood seep in and around the cracks of his pad, wriggling his toes and clenching them. That was his blood, yes, but also his father's. He growled again, putting his massive paw back against the earth and moving on. He was growing to be his father's massive size, with his mother's massive, hidden heart. Pushing along, he caught the scent of herbs and mixtures, and.. E'nalk? Flicking his ear, he caught several unfamiliar scents, but moved forward anyway, searching this way and that around the collection of spotting her white figure amungst several others, he paused. So she had left as well..
Rank preferred? Shadow-cat. (Will you be adding in a warrior rank? Or something of the sort..?)
Do you have knowledge of felines and how they are? Yes.
Any other info you'd think would be helpful: Pan is an Obin spawn, so he'll be a very grouchy brat when he gets older.
Character's IC Name: Pantheon; Pan, Panth.
Age: Just under two years.
Breed: Sabre.
Description:
Colors on the Outside
Mocha-colored coat of a light, tawny base, darker underbelly, and cream stripes. Mane is black ear-tips are black with the very tip cream, paw pads are black and the traditional pink (second to last toe on each paw is black, left hind paw main pad is black, right forepaw has black spot covering the bottom half of main pad), and eyes are soft green. Whiskers are cream.
Colors on the Inside
Pantheon is a rather quiet beast, and life-changing events have riddled his short past. Though still young, Pantheon has encountered many of life's tough choices. His mother vanished when he was young, and so he was raised by his cruel father, Obin, and soon-to-be stepmother, Club. She always treated him as if he were her favorite; that is, until mother returned. Pantheon saved his mother from what seemed to be certain death, taking into consideration the treason he was committing and the risk of his own life. Club was going to deliver one of the final blows unto Pan's mother when he jumped in, taking the blow to his shoulder. As a result, Pan limps on long journey's and is weakend if hit here. This also caused him to become highly mistrustful of most everyone, choosing to only talk to a select few.
Sample Post: Pantheon staggered along through the dry heat, large tongue folding in on itself as he panted, sailva spilling from the edges in spared drops. His golden eyes were hazed, body ridged; he left what was supposed to be the safety of his home a while ago, pulling on the strings of survival as he started off alone for once. He tried to find his mother, praying she hadn't died of her wounds, but he searched to no avail. He had traveled far, eaten little, but was not tired. He didn't give up easily. He'd find her, he had to.. However, something told him he was far off and she was long gone. Club's hit to his shoulder had healed, although his limp had broken out over his trek. He snarled at the thought of her. Oh, how she used to spoil him while his mother was away - ha! And his father! Who was he, again? Pantheon growled to himself, quite content with his newfound freedom. Fuck all of them. A sudden pain ripped up through his left foreleg, looking awkwardly down at his paw pad. Ah. Pantheon grimaced as a small bubble of blood appeared where a jagged piece of rock fell. He watched the blood seep in and around the cracks of his pad, wriggling his toes and clenching them. That was his blood, yes, but also his father's. He growled again, putting his massive paw back against the earth and moving on. He was growing to be his father's massive size, with his mother's massive, hidden heart. Pushing along, he caught the scent of herbs and mixtures, and.. E'nalk? Flicking his ear, he caught several unfamiliar scents, but moved forward anyway, searching this way and that around the collection of spotting her white figure amungst several others, he paused. So she had left as well..
Rank preferred? Shadow-cat. (Will you be adding in a warrior rank? Or something of the sort..?)
Do you have knowledge of felines and how they are? Yes.
Any other info you'd think would be helpful: Pan is an Obin spawn, so he'll be a very grouchy brat when he gets older.
