Post by mikael on Aug 11, 2009 22:16:53 GMT -5
Furcadia Login Name: Sabbathiel
Character's IC Name: Sabbathiel, goes by Sab or Sabbath
Age: five years
Breed: Amur tiger(could be clasified as a Maltese)
Description: [Used my Furc. desc.] Lithe male was a sight to behold, a siberian of extremely small stature and an odd birth, a deranged cat if ever there was one. His pelt was a rare hue, a creation brought by selective breeding but tame pussy cat he is not, he's more likely to tear your face off then an angry croc. Rough nature aside, once you've been accepted into his inner circle he becomes a complete teddy bear around trusted freinds and family. His fair appearance is not without it's faults, scars riddle his pelt veiled almost completely by his fur, while his right eye was horribly mangled, that eye, it sat cringing and milky behind a twisted eyelid, hunkered into the socket like a pale, withered spider shrinking from daylight. A patch covers the gruesome remains of his eye to the relief of his companions.
Sample Post: Ah what a fine morning, a right fine day to go out and have a few death defying adventures. Inhaling the crisp morning air as dawn chased away the night the odd looking tiger opened his lone blue eye to look down from the outcrop in front of his cliffside cave. Setting a grin on his face that would make the cheshire cat proud he loped over towards the waterpool near the cave netrance to lap at the water some only to stop and stare as he realized he'd forgotten to pull that confangled antelope hide patch over his mangled right eye. Giving a snort he trotted back into the cave and wrestled the patch back over the remains of his gruesome eye before heading back out and down the cliffside heading towards the thick cover of the jungle planning to mess with a few of the jaguar before heading out into the savannah. Sure the lions and hyena had larger numbers and most of the hunting grounds belonged to the other large felines but he felt no bother or fear... hell he'd all but lost that... though his insanity might have something to do with that. 'Not quite righ in the ead now, are ya mate?' Giving a laugh his grin widening as he began speaking aloud, seemingly to himself, though to him he was speaking to one of the two voices in his head. "Oi now mate, I think we bo fig'red that out a long time ago." No one really knew where the tiger had picked up that english accent but it only seemed to add to his demented personality. Messing about the area a bit more he finally trotted into the savannah and into the territory of whatever lion pride lived closest to the river. Giving the area on the other side of the water he'd quirk a brow as he noticed that though there was a lioness and what seemed to be another tiger among this pride it was mostly made up of those odd saber beasties... what an odd pride this was... an did that dark furred saber there have a mane? Oh and what fun he had an accent just like him... hopefully and atitude to match. Giving a grin he began crossing the river his gait confident and sure, the mark of a feline who had little fear due to much experience... or one that was just plain mad.
Rank preferred?: Warrior
Do you have knowledge of felines and how they are?: Yes I have alot of knowledge of both big and small wildcats as well as tame cats
Any other info you'd think would be helpful: I'll be online mostly in the afternoon since my school is starting soon. Also I'm willing to give rp lessons to any members that join that either need help with making more descriptive posts, needs help practicing fight rps, or maybe just didn't make the cut for the pride yet still want to try again after improving.
Character's IC Name: Sabbathiel, goes by Sab or Sabbath
Age: five years
Breed: Amur tiger(could be clasified as a Maltese)
Description: [Used my Furc. desc.] Lithe male was a sight to behold, a siberian of extremely small stature and an odd birth, a deranged cat if ever there was one. His pelt was a rare hue, a creation brought by selective breeding but tame pussy cat he is not, he's more likely to tear your face off then an angry croc. Rough nature aside, once you've been accepted into his inner circle he becomes a complete teddy bear around trusted freinds and family. His fair appearance is not without it's faults, scars riddle his pelt veiled almost completely by his fur, while his right eye was horribly mangled, that eye, it sat cringing and milky behind a twisted eyelid, hunkered into the socket like a pale, withered spider shrinking from daylight. A patch covers the gruesome remains of his eye to the relief of his companions.
Sample Post: Ah what a fine morning, a right fine day to go out and have a few death defying adventures. Inhaling the crisp morning air as dawn chased away the night the odd looking tiger opened his lone blue eye to look down from the outcrop in front of his cliffside cave. Setting a grin on his face that would make the cheshire cat proud he loped over towards the waterpool near the cave netrance to lap at the water some only to stop and stare as he realized he'd forgotten to pull that confangled antelope hide patch over his mangled right eye. Giving a snort he trotted back into the cave and wrestled the patch back over the remains of his gruesome eye before heading back out and down the cliffside heading towards the thick cover of the jungle planning to mess with a few of the jaguar before heading out into the savannah. Sure the lions and hyena had larger numbers and most of the hunting grounds belonged to the other large felines but he felt no bother or fear... hell he'd all but lost that... though his insanity might have something to do with that. 'Not quite righ in the ead now, are ya mate?' Giving a laugh his grin widening as he began speaking aloud, seemingly to himself, though to him he was speaking to one of the two voices in his head. "Oi now mate, I think we bo fig'red that out a long time ago." No one really knew where the tiger had picked up that english accent but it only seemed to add to his demented personality. Messing about the area a bit more he finally trotted into the savannah and into the territory of whatever lion pride lived closest to the river. Giving the area on the other side of the water he'd quirk a brow as he noticed that though there was a lioness and what seemed to be another tiger among this pride it was mostly made up of those odd saber beasties... what an odd pride this was... an did that dark furred saber there have a mane? Oh and what fun he had an accent just like him... hopefully and atitude to match. Giving a grin he began crossing the river his gait confident and sure, the mark of a feline who had little fear due to much experience... or one that was just plain mad.
Rank preferred?: Warrior
Do you have knowledge of felines and how they are?: Yes I have alot of knowledge of both big and small wildcats as well as tame cats
Any other info you'd think would be helpful: I'll be online mostly in the afternoon since my school is starting soon. Also I'm willing to give rp lessons to any members that join that either need help with making more descriptive posts, needs help practicing fight rps, or maybe just didn't make the cut for the pride yet still want to try again after improving.
