Post by moo on Dec 13, 2012 10:03:41 GMT
LACHAINE
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two • male • cat • snow leopard • loner • n/a
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
Especially true around someone he's never met before, Lachaine can very rarely bring his voice to a shouting level. He also has quite the cumbersome stutter that he can never get under control, hence why he rarely tries to speak. He's extremely shy, which makes him only speak when spoken to -- if approached, he'll be friendly, of course. However, he could know someone's name for years, even, and never speak a word to them. He's the observer, the one that sits in the corner, looking up every now and then with curiosity to see what people are doing. He's a people-watcher, as he likes to call it. When approached, he tends to stumble over his words and maybe even get uncomfortable; however, once a person wins his trust, he's more open and a bit more outgoing. He doesn't tend to take compliments well -- if someone says he looks good or something of the sort, he'll lower his head and blush furiously. Lash isn't very used to being called nice things.
Lachaine is fairly naive, especially when it comes to things of a sexual nature. He doesn't know too many slang words, and will probably think of a word's innocent counterpart. Although intelligent, he rarely understands sex jokes because his information is so limited. This also means that he's completely oblivious to any advances someone makes on him. If someone begins to flirt, he just thinks they're being nice to him.
Perhaps Lache's most prominent trait is his gentleness. He cares about those he's close to, and if someone is persistent and wants to be his friend, he'll accept it. He worries about everyone constantly and loves to know what's going on with them. He'll give advice if he can (although most of the time he's the one getting the advice) and listen to whatever frets and problems his friends have. However, he tends to blame himself and apologize for any problems they talk to him about, and he carries their burdens around like a cross. He doesn't care much about his own well being, just as long as the people around him are safe and content. He's extremely protective of the people he gets close to, and maybe even gets tiny spurts of bravery if he sees someone harming them with words or punches. He's not one to abandon those he loves; he's as loyal as a dog when it comes to his friends.
Lachaine refuses to stand up for himself -- whether it's because of his insecurities, he doesn't want to fight, or doesn't want someone to get hurt in the process, he'll never say anything to an offender. He'll either ignore it or mold into it. He sometimes needs to rely on his friends to stand up for him rather than him doing it for himself. He'd much rather stand up for someone else (with, most likely, a timidly spoken "Hey, that's not very nice of you!") than have to acknowledge the fact that he had been insulted. He's also fairly gullible, especially when it comes to jokes and the like. He'll believe those he trusts without much question, but he'll be quite disappointed if he ever finds out that they're lying to him.• likes | snow, sunlight
• dislikes | fighting, insults
• goals | to survive
• fears | fire, abandonment, death
• strengths | kind, empathetic, gentle
• weaknesses | cowardly, nervous, gullible
• mental disorders | post-traumatic stress disorder
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Lachaine is as normal of a snow leopard as can be; he's fluffy and lithe, like most any of his breed. His eyes are a startling blue color, but that's the most unique thing about him. Everything else is standard -- he's a little pudgy for his height, but it helps him keep warm in the cold winter months that he's so used to. His tail is large and thick, used to cover his face during the snowstorms. His muzzle is short and curved, and his stocky build is built for storing energy in the cold. His fur is usually long and kept as clean as possible, and it is a light silvery color and rarely marred by any marks of mud or other wear.• height | 24 inches
• weight | 118 lbs
• fur colour | silvery white
• eye colour | bright icy blue
• scars | optional
• noticeable features | from his eyes to his long, fluffy tail; really, those are the two most noticeable things on his body. he's really normal other than that. how boring.
• physical disorders | optional
HISTORY | [/font]
Lachaine was born on a snowy winter's eve to a pair of loner cats. He was taught his entire life about something radical -- cats and dogs should be treated as equals. Though there was one tribe that accepted this point of view, Lachaine and his family (which included his two brothers, Intrepidepeur and Faconsage) never thought that they belonged in an organized group. They rarely called themselves loners, merely "nomads," travelling from place to place. They lived this way in peace for about a year when the incident happened.
Granted, the dog was infected with rabies and it wasn't fully his fault. He wasn't in his right state of mind, and Lachaine to this day hopes that, in the past, he never acted the way he did when he tore Lachaine's family apart. He had cornered the family of travelling cats when they were trying to stalk a meal, his mouth foaming and his eyes wild. As soon as Lach's father lurched forward to protect his family from the rabid canine, his memories all fade into a bloody blur. He himself had never been injured, but he remembers a large paw knocking his brother Faconsage to the ground, and the smell of death had filled the air. His father and mother were both wounded by the time they were able to get the dog to take his anger out on them.
He didn't want to leave them, he really didn't... but he was forced to flee, and Intrepidepeur was forced to run in a separate direction in order to make their survival rates higher. Lach has been wandering ever since those two years ago, searching for his brother and trying to avoid as many dogs as he could.
• season born | winter
• place of birth | forest center, not far from the tribe
• family | optional
• memorable events | the death of Faconsage and the separation from him and the rest of his living family
SAMPLE | [/font]
It felt nice to be able to actually visit his hometown again -- Ryan honestly hadn't been in Goldenrod since he had first left, years and years ago... oh, it had been so long. He felt like he was reunited with an old friend, walking the brick pathways and smelling the clean, familiar air... some houses here were new, but many he could still recognize. Whether the same people lived in those houses or not was another matter, but it was at least nice to see it all again...
He reached the metra track, smiling to himself at the memories of when that train first started to run... he remembered some kid named Gold had something to do with it, too. He walked along the metal tracks, letting out Tropic, his large Tropius, to walk with him. Ry rarely had the large dinosaur out, so this was a nice change of pace. He smiled at Tropic, giving his neck a hearty pat and a soft kiss before walking next to him, his arm slung around the Pokemon's shoulder region. Looking to the side, he counted the shops that he could remember from the years before when he still lived here -- very few had closed down, which made him happy. It was nice to have familiarity.
A coffee shop he remembered distinctly was nearby, and he and Tropic both walked to the entrance to see its contents again. He left Tropic outside, as he was far too big to be inside the tiny place -- his coffee was ordered, and he walked back out and leaned against him happily. He looked to the side to see a young looking man with a Cherubi nearby. Aww, how adorable... He blushed a little at the man's appearance, though. He was quite... beautiful... which was strange because he rarely thought of a man as beautiful before...
• link to image of character | one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty
• where did you find CR? | I was here like a million years ago but went inactive OTL (obvious remake of ryan)
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