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Post by tazo on May 18, 2011 17:41:09 GMT
Tazo's Character Stats
Total Characters: 8
Canines: 3
Felines: 5
Males: 5
Females: 3
Tempest: 0
Iris: 1
Lexis: 2
Loners: 5
Characters And Their Threads:
Tazo | African Wild Dog | Four Years Old | Lexis Tribe
Saba | Domestic Longhair | Six Years Old | Loner
Dawn | Arctic Wolf | Four Years Old | Loner
Harvard | Russian Blue | Eight Years Old | Iris
Dvorak | Pembroke Welsh Corgi | Three Years Old | Loner
Cherish | Scottish Wildcat Mix | Three Years Old | Lexis
Roman | Domestic Med. Hair | Six Years Old | Loner
Thoreau | Turkish Angora | Six Years Old | Loner
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Post by tazo on May 21, 2011 23:38:12 GMT
 TAZO------Three • Male • Canine • African Wild Dog • Lexis • Citizen------+ PERSONALITY |Tazo is, to say the least, an incredibly unique individual. He has a lot of little quirks that definitely take some getting used to, but once you bring yourself to look past them, this little guy is a wonderful friend. He is almost always happy when in the company of others, and he saves his sadness or anger for the times when he is alone.
Regarding his mental state, Tazo tends to be extremely paranoid about certain situations, and it is very hard to get him to trust another creature. While perhaps these are not true mental disabilities, they do affect his every day life and often make social interactions difficult for him. As far as his paranoia is concerned, it does not affect everything. It really only affects those that he actually does trust, as his mind is constantly making him worry that he's putting too much trust in them and that perhaps one day soon they'll let him down or abandon him. Furthermore, the only ones he trusts completely are his family, sans Zeke.
Tazo is a terrible hunter. Most believe that this is due to his tooth problems as opposed to deficient parent teachings, as his other siblings are fine hunters. Though he can execute the chase and even the capture perfectly, when it comes to killing the prey animal Tazo simply can't physically do it. He has lost many meals this way. On the other hand, Tazo is an excellent scavenger with a nose that can scent for miles and eyes that can see vultures circling hundreds of feet above a new kill.
Tazo is very adept at giving advice to others, as he is capable at looking at situations objectively, no matter his relation to the individuals in question. Though he has big issues trusting others, he tries his best to make everyone else trust him. While he may not trust them, he always wants someone to be around. When he's alone for too long, he gets terribly jittery.
A note on his hatred of beetles: Seriously, don't let the things near him. He had a traumatic experience with a nest of them when he was very young, and now has a huge irrational fear of them.
• likes | Vultures, happy families, and those who will accept him as a friend despite his flaws.
• dislikes | Those who won't give him a chance, those who tell him to change himself, and beetles. He really hates beetles.
• goals | Being accepted into a pack that will willingly put up with his insecurities without driving him away.
• fears | Being abandoned by the few creatures he does put his trust in.
• strengths | Giving advice, scavenging, and working under pressure.
• weaknesses | Trusting others, hunting, and being independent.
• mental disorders | One might not call it a disorder per se, but Tazo is extremely paranoid about almost everything and has some severe trust issues.
+ APPEARANCE |Like all African Wild Dogs, Tazo's fur pattern is quite the startling sight. His primary color is black which spreads from the tip of his nose, down his throat, and all the way down his sides to the tip of his tail. The color is very splotchy looking in some places and spiky in others. His paw pads and nose are black as well, and so is the skin beneath his fur. All of this blackness mixes in with erratic patches of white, which is mostly predominant on his chest and legs. There is one large white streak across his right side, and a smaller one on his left flank. The white even seems to overtake the attempts at fawn-colored patches on his legs. The fawn coloring is predominantly on his head and shoulders, and there is very very sparse spotting elsewhere on his body.
Tazo has four particularly noticeable features that are hard to miss. The first is his left ear. It is oddly nicked on the side from a scuffle with his siblings as a pup, and there is a small, indistinct scar trailing halfway across the back of the ear from the same incident. The second feature is his shocking deep amber eyes. The irises lighten slightly as they spread out from the pupil, giving Tazo's eyes a unique, gradient-like appearance. Tazo's third noticeable feature is the mark between his eyes. It is unblemished black fur in the shape of a flame. Lastly, Tazo's most distinctive feature is his mouth. His right canine tooth is longer than it should be, which causes his mouth to close improperly. Because of this, he tends to drool slightly, causing him to look rather unsightly on some occasions.
• height | 28 inches at the shoulder.
• weight | 52 pounds.
• fur colour | Predominantly black with vibrant patches of white and fawn.
• eye colour | Dark amber.
• scars | A slight nick in his left ear and a small inconspicuous scar trailing halfway across the back of the ear.
• noticeable features | A black flame-like mark on his forehead between his eyes.
• physical disorders | Tazo's canine tooth on the right side is slightly longer than it should be, and because of this his mouth does not close properly, causing him to drool ever so slightly.
+ HISTORY | Tazo was born three years ago right at the beginning of the summer season. He was birthed in the grasslands, far away from the dying human beings and their bustling city. His parents were young and naive. His father, Zero, was only three years old and Tazo's mother, Arrow, was only two. Tazo was born second in a litter of four pups. The three other pups were named Tanya, a little female, and Zeke and Barro, both males. He and his siblings made up Zero and Arrow's very first litter.
Despite it being their first litter, Tazo's parents gave him and his siblings a relatively decent upbringing. Their little corner of the world was very safe, and Tazo's parents protected their pups very fiercely from any threats that did arise. The only real threat that Tazo did face as a youngster came from his brother, Zeke. Tazo and Zeke have never gotten along for reasons unknown. Their rivalry has gone on since they were even too young to see. In fact, Zeke is the reason for Tazo's scarred and slightly misshapen ear. On the other hand, Tazo gets along famously with his other two siblings, especially Tanya. He does his best to keep his rivalry with Zeke from affecting his relationship with his other brother and sister.
A year after his birth Tazo and his siblings became much more independent from Zero and Arrow. They all went their separate ways for the most part, though they all stayed on the grasslands. Tazo makes an effort to see Barro and Tanya every day, his parents a little less often than he should, and he makes a huge effort to never run into Zeke. He regrets not having a better relationship with his younger brother, but has accepted that it's just the way things go sometimes.
He still lives on the same grassland where he was born, mostly alone with very few friends. Every now and again he'll set off in search of one of the big packs that might take him in, but so far no luck finding them. Not to mention that he's terrified of being turned away, and this very much keeps him from actually going and finding the Tempest or Lexis.
• season born | Summer.
• place of birth | Deep in the countryside's grasslands.
• family | Father: Zero - Six years old | Mother: Arrow - Five years old | Siblings: Tanya, Zeke, and Barro - All three years old.
• memorable events | The fight with Zeke that injured his ear. | His first hunt with his mother. | Finding out that he's actually useless at hunting and should stick to scavenging. | Being best friends with Tanya. | A lost battle with a nest of big black beetles.
+ SAMPLE | Tazo suddenly woke in his den. His eyes flashed open and he looked around, startled. He didn't know why. The early morning sun was streaming in through the entrance to his den. Perhaps the sun entered suddenly, he thought. Yeah, that's probably what woke me. He sighed and stood, crouching beneath the low ceiling of his home. He stretched as well as he could in the cramped space and then made his way out into the open air. He was immediately alert and looking for danger - there didn't seem to be any as he scanned his surroundings.
With a wide yawn the African Wild Dog sat down right outside of the entrance to his den and simply enjoyed the morning air as he let his thoughts engulf him. I've got to go meet Tanya and Barro this morning, he reminded himself. Not that he needed reminding. He followed the same routine every morning, just as he had been doing for the past two years. The little male lived a terribly monotonous life, and though part of him was pushing to go on some sort of adventure, an almost equally big part of him was content with the way things were.
"Well, might as well get on with it." he said out loud, startling a bird from a nearby clump of sage as he stood and trotted off in the direction of Tanya's den.
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Post by tazo on May 28, 2011 4:31:36 GMT
 SABA ------Six • Female • Feline • Domestic Longhair • Loner------+ PERSONALITY | Saba is a very sweet little girl. She tries to always have a grin on her face and she'll often do everything she possibly can to make others happy. She hates to see others upset, and prides herself on her abilities to comfort and console those who are sad or angry.
Saba's biggest goal in life is to settle down with a caring and supportive male and have kits with him. She never knew it, but before the humans died it was her destiny to become a breeding female. She would've lived to have many litters of kits, perhaps one for every year she was able. Unfortunately now Saba must make this dream come true without the help of her beloved humans.
Saba fears growing senile, and even though this is a long way off, she worries about it often. She would hate to lose her memories. She also fears never finding that mate that she desires so much. Most of all, Saba fears meeting her end in the same way as her father, i.e. by way of a large predator, canine or feline. Around dogs and larger cats, Saba will quickly make herself scarce. She enjoys the company only of small domesticated cats like herself.
Saba's favorite things in life are fish, which is her favorite food, other domestic cats, and butterflies. Her least favorite things are dogs, the Tempest Pack, and the Iris Pride. Despite her hatred of canines, she doesn't want to see any harm come to anyone, no matter the breed. She can't stand the hatred displayed between the two exclusive groups. If she didn't have her unshakeable fear of dogs, she would quickly join Lexis.
• likes | Fish, other domestic cats, and butterflies.
• dislikes | Dogs, The Iris Pride, and The Tempest Pack.
• goals | To find a permanent place to live, perhaps with a loving male and kits.
• fears | Never finding love, being eaten by a large predator, and losing her memories.
• strengths | Very fast runner, excellent mouser, wonderfully faithful friend.
• weaknesses | Immobilizing fear of dogs, daydream prone mind, and no good at climbing trees.
• mental disorders | None.
+ APPEARANCE |Saba is a very petite little cat, for though she is somewhat tall, she is very thin and always has been. She stands ten inches tall at the shoulders and weighs about ten pounds. Her fur is very light, pretty darn close to pure white, with orange points and scattered orange highlights all over her body. Her nose and ears are pure orange with no scatterings of white. Additionally, all of her toes are white, similar to a Birman cat's color-point pattern. The orange an her legs starts above the toes. Saba's eyes are a vivid medium blue color, outstandingly brilliant against her pale fur.
Saba has very few distinctive features, though they are there. One of the best ways to recognize her (aside from her fur color of course) is by her collar. It is light blue, like her eyes, and has a broken bell charm attached to it. The bell broke long ago, even before the humans vanished. However, the collar seems to be wearing away, and could potentially fall off quite soon. Lastly, Saba is missing a single toe on her rear left paw. Nobody really knows why that is. She was seemingly born without the little digit. It does not affect the way she moves.
• height | Ten inches at the shoulder.
• weight | 10 pounds.
• fur colour | Mostly white with orange points.
• eye colour | Medium blue.
• scars | None.
• noticeable features | Her ears and her nose are the only parts of her body that are entirely orange. The other orange points are flecked with white throughout.
• physical disorders | Missing one toe on her rear left foot.
+ HISTORY | Saba was born in a human home to a male named Zinger and a female named Salsa. The humans were cat breeders, so there were many many cats constantly moving in and out of the household. Saba was lucky in that respect, for at a very young age she and her brother Roman were chosen to remain in the human household with their mother and father. This was very rare for cats in this household, as the humans made their money by specially breeding and selling cats as pets. Saba and Roman were kept simply for their beautiful and unique appearances, and eventually (though neither cat would ever learn this due to the virus), they would be matched with two other unrelated cats to replace Zinger and Salsa, and to expand the family business. Unfortunately, the virus claimed Saba's owners before this plan could be put into action.
One of Saba's most prominent memories is the day when her father was killed. Her father, Zinger, was a cripple who lost his leg when he was younger in an accident involving a vehicle. So, when it came to outrunning threats Zinger was no good. One day, Zinger snuck out of the house as he was apt to do and was chased down and mauled by a particularly violent dog. Unfortunately, this was the same day that he took his son and daughter out with him, and each witnessed the entire thing. The vision of that dog mauling her father is forever ingrained in poor Saba's memory, causing her extreme fear of canines.
Saba is not familiar with her siblings Rae, Lonnie and Eve, as they were taken away to be sold as soon as humanely possible. She is very emotionally attached to her brother Roman, almost as much as she is to her mother Salsa. The three of them travel together through the big, human-less city.
• season born | Winter.
• place of birth | A human home in the city.
• family | Father: Zinger - Deceased | Mother: Salsa - Thirteen years old | Siblings: Rae, Lonnie, Roman, and Eve - All six years old.
• memorable events | Being chosen (along with Roman) to remain in her father and mother's home while her other three siblings were sold. | Her father's death to a violent dog. | Losing her human family to the virus and setting off with Roman and their mother Salsa into the big city.
+ SAMPLE | Write sample here (only for first applications). At least 200 words.
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Post by tazo on Jul 18, 2011 23:06:19 GMT
 DAWN [/font] ------four • female • canine • arctic wolf • loner------[/center] PERSONALITY | [/font] Dawn is, above all things, a very gentle and caring creature. She puts those close to her above all things, even herself, and will go to great lengths to protect the ones she loves. The white wolf is extremely proud, though not so much so that she holds her pride above important decisions. While proud, however, she isn’t stupid. She knows that moments exist where she must become humble, and has done so on quite a few occasions. Dawn is extremely motherly, and she has a special place in her heart for the coyote named Autumn. She could never explain why though. She simply loves him as though she had been the one to give birth to him. The past couple of years have turned her into a very cautious creature, and upon meeting new faces she can tend to be very condescending and defensive. No one gets near Autumn or her pup Leonardo without going through her intense scrutiny first. However, once someone makes it into her good graces, they’ve got a friend and protector for life.
Unfortunately, when on her own, Dawn has developed the tendency to mutter to herself for hours on end about how she will end all lions if it is the last thing she does. She still hates all cats, but she’s definitely got something personal against lions, and it all started when the bastards killed that sweet monkey who freed Fenris and herself from the zoo. The battle left her with PTSD and of course she blames the lions for her flashbacks. She also blames them for the stillborn status of four out of her five pups. She vows to one day have her revenge.
• likes | Killing cats, caring for her lone pup Leonardo, and Autumn (both the season and the coyote).
• dislikes | All cats (especially lions), the painful memories of the battle and the loss of her mate, anyone who threatens her family, and water.
• goals | To do her best in protecting her small group that consists of her only pup, Leonardo and Autumn the coyote.
• fears | Afraid to be part of a pack again; there's too much possibility for fighting and she can't risk losing much more than she already has.
• strengths | A powerful protector, level headed in an emergency, and has a spectacular sense of direction.
• weaknesses | Occasionally gets tunnel-vision when thinking about what she'd do if a lion threatened her family, often zones out for hours at a time reminiscing about Fenris, and thinks about the worst-case-scenario future far too often.
• mental disorders | Pathological hatred for lions - one can often find her alone late at night muttering about their downfall. Small amounts of PTSD.
APPEARANCE |[/font] Dawn is on the large end of the spectrum for female Arctic Wolves, standing a full thirty inches at the shoulder and weighing a bit over 150 pounds. She is very strong, mostly just from all the traveling she did with Fenris before they joined up with the Scavengers. Her coat is fluffy and creamy white, incredibly thick in the winter and considerably thinned out in the summer. Dawn's eyes are a beautiful deep amber in color.
The big battle left her with a terrible set of scars across her face. There are three of them, parallel to each other and running left to right across her face. The middle one is the longest and stretches from her left ear to the right side of her muzzle where her mouth opens. The one toward the top of her face starts in the middle of her forehead and stops just before her eye. The scar toward the bottom of her face starts halfway down the bridge of her nose and slices across the right edge of her nose itself. Despite healing cleanly and well, they are still very obvious. She will forever be marked in this way, and almost everyone who comes across her will surely notice the terrible scars before they notice anything else.
• height | 30 inches at the shoulder.
• weight | 152 lbs.
• fur colour | Nearly pure white with cream undertones.
• eye colour | Deep amber.
• scars | Three long parallel scars traveling left to right diagonally across her face, and some thin, mostly unnoticeable ones along her left side.
• noticeable features | Her strong, brave stance and the three scars across her face.
• physical disorders | optional HISTORY | [/font] Dawn was born into the life of a zoo animal. She found a mate in the proud wolf Fenris, and they were quite happy. The zoo was more of a reserve, and they were allowed to live almost like true wolves. When the day of the virus came, suddenly no more live game was appearing in their large enclosure. The wolves began to starve. Luckily for them the kind monkey Jasper managed to escape and began helping all of the animals. Unfortunately, the creature wasn’t very bright and released the bloodthirsty lions who promptly killed him and fought with the wolves. Dawn and her mate Fenris were lucky to escape with their lives. Not much later, the pair joined up with the Scavengers, the bloodthirsty crew of dogs who hated cats just as much as Dawn and Fenris.
During all of this Dawn became pregnant, and despite Fenris warning her against it, she fought in a fierce battle against all felines in Hexasol, teaming up with the Tempest pack to do so. She was badly wounded, though not fatally, and she considered it a personal victory that she made it out of the battle alive after destroying a few cats. Her beloved mate died, and unable to ignore his dying wish to save their pups, Dawn escaped, convincing Autumn to leave the fray and join her. Mere days later, the heavily pregnant female gave birth to five pups…. Four of which were stillborn. The female chose not to join Tempest pack, nor did she rejoin the remaining Scavengers, few though they were. Instead she travels mostly as a loner, with only Autumn and her young pup Leonardo at her side.
• season born | winter.
• place of birth | a zoo.
• family | Fenris / Deceased. | Leonardo. | Autumn.
• memorable events | Becoming Fenris' mate. | Escaping the zoo. | Developing her hatred for cats. | Becoming a Scavenger. | Meeting and beginning to care for Autumn. | The big battle against the felines. | Losing her beloved mate. | Escaping the battle with Autumn and leaving everything behind. | Giving birth to her single pup and the agony over losing the other four.
SAMPLE | [/font] Write sample here (only for first applications). At least 200 words. [/s]
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[/blockquote] [/blockquote] -Original Scavenger Bio- 
Roleplayer: Tazo
Name: Dawn
Gender: Female
Age: Four
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Brief Personality: Dawn is as prideful as her mate though not as bloodthirsty. She is very dignified and carries herself with a silent pride that can sometimes border on arrogance, and she can appear quite condescending when you first talk with her. But underneath the appearance she’s quite good-natured and joyful, and if she’s first decided she likes you she’ll go through fire and water for your sake. She’s often the one who must calm down Fenris when he throws a tantrum over this or that silly situation (such as someone insulting him, or worse yet, someone insulting HER).
Likes: Dead felines, Fenris, pups, being part of a pack again, fighting.
Dislikes: Living felines, those who threaten her family (which at this point includes most of the Scavengers in her eyes), water.
Characteristic Traits: Her snow-white pelt and her self-confident body-language... oh, and she’s pregnant.
Role in the group: Fighter, sometimes acts as commander/second-in-command when Fenris’ there.
Reason for hating felines: See Fenris’ application under reason for hating felines. (which will be posted soon)
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Post by tazo on Jul 26, 2011 3:51:28 GMT
 HARVARD ------seven • male • feline • russian blue • Iris • guard------+ PERSONALITY |Harvard is an intimidating, malevolent, torturous presence. This cat is sadistic and will do almost anything to get the information he needs. He's not scared of inflicting massive amounts of pain to get what he wants, and the blood of many, cats and dogs alike, stain his paws. He's built up his sadistic personality since he was extremely young - in fact the first life he took was that of one of his siblings at less than a year old. It's not a personal choice of course - this is a mental disability. He can't help it, but at the same time he doesn't want to help it. He enjoys what he does and will continue into the end of his days.
This cat is excellent at mental warfare - planting ideas into his enemies heads, slowly tearing them apart from the inside out, slowly destroying them, driving them into insanity. On the rare occasion that this doesn't work, brute force, ferocious claws, and slicing teeth are merely a leap away. Harvard loves instilling fear into other animals, and will do so every chance he gets. Many a time he has played assassin and looks forward to doing so again.
The only thing that haunts Harvard is the idea that one day nature will call and love will find him and change him. For now, love plays absolutely no role in his life. He is disgusted at the idea of a mate and kits. But as he knows all too well, given his mental issues, nature can work in mysterious ways.
• likes | The brave cats of Iris, springtime rain, and mental warfare.
• dislikes | Dogs, snow, and the traitorous felines of Lexis.
• goals | To move up in rank in the Iris tribe and eventually become its leader.
• fears | Being taken unawares by a female cat and falling in love.
• strengths | Fighting, hunting, and leadership.
• weaknesses | Little ability to function in winter, too big to fit into some hiding places, and tends to take torture too far.
• mental disorders | Slightly sadistic.
+ APPEARANCE | Harvard is a large, bulky, and well-muscled russian-blue cat. He weighs upwards of 20 pounds, which is almost entirely muscle mass, and he's taller than your average house cat. His huge paws alone are something to fear. One well-aimed swat could knock a smaller cat flat. His coat is a rich blue-grey color throughout and is sporadically covered with darker stripes, particularly toward his rear-end. The fur is short and surprisingly soft and thick. Despite the fact that his coat is thick and warm, Harvard hates the snow. Oddly enough, he loves the rain.
Harvard's eyes are an eerie icy silver-blue-green color. They reflect green in the dark. It gives him a very ghostly appearance, and he knows it. He often uses it to his advantage in tormenting others.
• height | 12 inches
• weight | 20 pounds
• fur colour | Blue-grey.
• eye colour | Silvery blue-green.
• scars | A pink patch of missing fur encircling his left back leg near the ankle.
• noticeable features | His ankle scar and his eerily colored eyes.
• physical disorders | A slight, almost unnoticeable limp.
+ HISTORY | Harvard was born just before an icy cold winter set in over Hexasol. He quickly grew as hard as his surroundings, mostly due to the psychotic derangement in his head. His mental issues made him cruel, calculating, and resourceful. If something came up that he thought would get in his way, he eliminated it. There was no exception for his brother - the other male was a competitor for his mother's milk and surely for future resources, and so Harvard eliminated him. Destroyed is probably a better term for it. Not too much later he watched while his mother was torn apart by a cruel stray dog, then walked away when she started screaming and begging for the last remnants of her life. The noise annoyed him. At a little over a year of age, Harvard began killing for fun, and eventually for food and favors. He liked thinking of himself as an assassin - his favorite target being dogs. Though of course - he's by no means opposed to destroying cats as well.
• season born | Fall.
• place of birth | In a box in an alleyway.
• family | All family is deceased.
• memorable events | Killing his only other sibling. | Walking away as his mother begged for her life from the dog that was attacking her. | Never feeling any remorse from anything in his life.
+ SAMPLE | Write sample here (only for first applications). At least 200 words.
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Post by tazo on Aug 15, 2011 0:04:59 GMT
 DVORAK ------two • male • canine • pembroke welsh corgi • loner------+ PERSONALITY |Dvorak's primary and most noticeable character trait is his mild ADHD. He is predominantly inattentive in his disorder, and somewhat lacks the hyperactivity and impulsiveness. However, there are occasions where he will be almost unbearably hyper, impulsive and reckless. These phases come along about every two months or so.
Though Dvorak immensely enjoys the company of others, there is one thing about himself that leads him to avoid being around others at all costs. The Pembroke has Lexical-Gustatory Synesthesia, a disorder in which words spoken by others provoke a flavor to come into his mouth. For example, when he hears the word "tree", he tastes cinnamon. It is because of this disorder that Dvorak prefers to live alone, and not in the Lexis Tribe where he could have as many friends as his heart could ever possibly desire. Friends are the one thing he desires more than anything, but he cannot handle large groups of animals without going through slight sensory overload. And so, Dvorak remains in Hexasol castle.
Dvorak's one close friend is a Magpie named Rave. He would do anything for this bird, and Rave would do anything for him. They are intensely loyal to each other.
Dvorak will often spend his days wandering through the castle, exploring it and the area around it over and over again. He's collected quite a large quantity of human knick-knacks in his time at Hexasol castle and has taken quite a liking to the shining quality of some of them. He can stare at his "valuables" for hours.
• likes | Waterfalls, mice, and big shade trees.
• dislikes | Extremely hot summer days, deer, and large groups of dogs or cats.
• goals | To find just one friend who he can count on and be with until the day he dies.
• fears | Being hurt, physically or mentally, by other animals. This is one of the reasons for his solitude.
• strengths | His hearing is excellent and his synesthesia can often help him determine what is being said, he's a surprisingly good digger and can excavate burrows for prey, and his small size allows him to hide well from potential threats.
• weaknesses | Short legs make him a poor runner, his synesthesia can confuse and distract him, and he has a hard time focusing on one thing for too long.
• mental disorders | Lexical-Gustatory Synesthesia, ADHD
+ APPEARANCE |Dvorak is of average size for a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, though he is a little bit underweight. However this is simply because of his lifestyle. His coat coloring is the standard white underside and tan topside, with the tan being ticked throughout with individual white hairs. The white mask on his face zig-zags from cheek to cheek just beneath his eyes, making cones of tan beneath his eyes and a cone of white stretching up the bridge of his nose. His eyes are a deep, dark amber color, and the right eye is almost unnoticeably darker than the left. Being that he is not domestic and rather entirely feral, Dvorak's tail is fully intact unlike his mother's. It is about a foot long. His ears are tall and slightly pointed.
• height | 10 inches at the shoulder
• weight | 27 pounds
• fur colour | White and tan
• eye colour | Amber
• scars | None, as he is fairly young.
• noticeable features | The jagged white mask on his face and his always-present smile.
• physical disorders | None.
+ HISTORY | Dvorak was born early in the springtime, a few weeks before all of the snows from the harsh winter had melted. His mother and father are entirely unknown to him, because Dvorak was a product of rape. He does not know the father because his mother didn't know the father. And, for that matter, he does not know his mother, either. She stayed for only the minimum amount of time, allowing him to nurse for a very short while, before dumping him on a friend of hers who couldn't bear to see the pup abandoned. This dog's name was Sam, a Borzoi who lost much respect for Dvorak's mother the day she walked away. Sam cared for and taught Dvorak about the ways of the world and did everything he could for the young pup.
Dvorak grew up strictly believing that Sam had always been around and essentially behaved as though the Borzoi was his parent. He was occasionally curious about his mother, but never really asked. For all intents and purposes, Sam was his "Uncle", and was the only family the young dog would ever need. Dvorak called Sam "dad" in the early weeks, but Sam quickly put an end to that. He would never be compared to Dvorak's true father, whoever that may be. Unfortunately, right before he turned a year old, Dvorak lost his Uncle when the Borzoi pushed him out of the way of some falling debris that came from the towers of the crumbling castle. A large hunk of stone gave Sam a fatal blow to the head, and Dvorak was suddenly very alone.
Dvorak spent a few months mourning and reminiscing over his beloved family member. He remembered everything he'd ever learned from Sam, and grew ever more lonely when he realized that until he met another creature, his Synesthesia would never bother him. Sure, it was pretty okay to not taste the onslaught of words that others spoke, but that just meant Dvorak was so incredibly isolated and alone. It was depressing. His savior came much later though, pulling him out of his depression. It was a Magpie named Rave, and this bird immediately took a liking to Dvorak. After that first chance meeting they were the best of friends.
Dvorak has always lived in the Ruins of Hexasol castle and remains there to this day with his friend Rave.
• season born | Spring
• place of birth | Hexasol castle
• family | None that he knows of other than a supposed "uncle" who died when Dvorak was a year old.
• memorable events | Being cared for by his "Uncle" Sam for all of his puppy-hood. | Learning of his synesthetic disability and figuring out that tasting words was definitely not normal. | Learning to live alone when Sam died.
+ SAMPLE | Write sample here (only for first applications). At least 200 words.
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Name: Rave
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Species: Magpie
(Flesh and Stone)
Appearance:
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Personality: Like any magpie, dear Rave is very eccentric and excitable. He is almost always happy and often has a positive outlook - he's certainly never been known as a pessimist, that's for sure. In bad situations he's got a pretty decent ability to talk things down and diffuse potential arguments. Dvorak the Pembroke Welsh Corgi is and will always be his best friend, and Rave will be loyal to the dog to the very end. Rave is fearful of snakes and most cats, preferring to keep far out of their reach. He has a soft spot for kittens, however. No one really knows why, not even him. A private goal of his is to somehow push Dvorak out into the world - he knows that he can't provide every type of contact that the dog needs - and every now and again he goes out searching for some female to bring into the male's life. No luck as of yet though. Oh, and Rave loves shiny things. He has a private (and rather large) collection of shiny things that the humans left behind from spoons to colored shards of glass and everything in between. He has two favorites - both sterling silver bracelets he found in his travels - he wears them around his neck. They look like this and this. They weighed him down a bit at first, but now his wings are stronger than the average bird's due to his persistence in flying with them on.
(Partners in Crime)
Associated Character: Dvorak.
History: Rave's birth was rather uneventful. He was one of six chicks, all but one of which made it to full growth. A cat snagged his brother Brinn in their tenth week of life, and this is probably where Rave's fear of cats originated. The magpie left the nest a bit early - always the adventurer he was - and was followed around secretly by his father, whose only aim was to ensure his rebelious son remained safe. After a while though Rave was truly alone, having proven his ability to survive on his own. In his sixth month the bird stumbled upon a sad and disgruntled canine - a Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Dvorak. In his experience, Rave had percieved these creatures to be very pack-oriented, and for this reason the lonely Dvorak intrigued him. With some persistence Rave became the dog's friend, learning all about him and his past. It wasn't too hard for him to become the Corgi's friend due to the canine's personal reasons for avoiding social situations, and Rave was happy to be trusted. For a couple years now the two have lived together in the ruins of Hexasol castle, helping each other to live and provide friendship.
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Post by tazo on Oct 10, 2011 17:07:45 GMT
 CHERISH [/font] ------two • female • feline • leopard cat X scottish wildcat • lexis • shaman / council member------[/center] PERSONALITY | [/font] Cherish is very similar to her father in that she is unpredictable and cunning. She is very proud, and won't stand for anyone pushing her around. Absolutely no one. Cherish doesn't give a damn about leaders, and in fact she deliberately goes out of her way to irritate those who have 'power' over her. Cherish isn't stupid however, and uses her intelligence to out-wit others a lot. She likes attention upon herself, and is very selfish. Cherish will never be found putting anyone before herself. She is a severely dislikeable character indeed. She can be lovely to your face one day, the next she's stabbed you in the back. Some might wonder why she's affiliated with any group at all, especially peace-loving Lexis, but secretly she likes the brotherhood aspect that it offers. She may not always be there to have someone else's back, but she sure as hell wants someone to have hers.
This she-cat is flirtatious, and uses her beauty to manipulate others. The fact that she has a stutter as a young cat is amusing to others, and she despises it. However it will probably go as an adult. She has no secrets, and lets everyone know who she is and why. Another thing is that she despises with all her heart the Iris Tribe and her father, believing it is their fault. Subsequently, it wouldn't be rare to see her expressing her beliefs that the Iris Pride are fools simply to annoy them. She doesn't like to be tied down to anyone or anything, she is a free spirit who does what she wants when she wants. She doesn't often communicate with others in the Lexis Tribe. She is a member in name only.
- likes | Solitude, running simply for the pleasure of it, and listening in on others' conversations.
- dislikes | Pacifists, animals who preach their beliefs to her, and those who look down upon her and tell her why she should be someone different.
- goals | To make a name for herself before she dies She wants her name to be remembered for many generations.
- fears | Becoming something she's not.
- strengths | Intelligent, cunning, and brave.
- weaknesses | Disloyal, insensitive to others' feelings, and anti-authority.
- mental disorders | Slight stutter that fades in and out of existence.
APPEARANCE |[/font] Growing up, Cherish looked as though she would be a mirror-image of her mother, just without the distinctive spots. However, as her features developed, the only thing of her mother's she kept were the proportions; her fur color and basic appearance mirror that of her father's. Cherish hates this of course, but there's not much she can do about it. She is very tall and slender-legged, one of her mother's features. This makes her very attractive.
Her fur is a mixture of browns and grays with darker stripes mixed in. Her chin and throat are white, as well as her belly. Her tail is very long, and fluffy like a raccoon's. It is darker in color from the rest of her body, but only slightly. Her whiskers stand out brightly from her face, every one of them bright white. Her eyes are a subtle light green that entrap even the most steadfast tom.
- height | 18 inches at the shoulder.
- weight | 15 lbs.
- fur colour | Greyish-brown with some darker stripes.
- eye colour | Light green.
- scars | None.
- noticeable features | She looks more like her father, though she has the proportions of her mother.
- physical disorders | None. HISTORY | [/font] Born to Buddy, a Scottish Wildcat, and Xarkla, a Leopard Cat a couple years ago. Up to this point she has had the average exploratory life of any kitten. She has lived relatively quietly in the Lexis Tribe making very few friends. Her history shall develop from here.
- season born | Summer.
- place of birth | Unknown.
- family | Father: Buddy, deceased. Mother: Xarkla, life status and whereabouts unknown.
- memorable events | Nothing significant other than being frustrated constantly be her slight stutter.
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Post by tazo on Dec 3, 2011 1:11:26 GMT
 ROMAN [/font] ------six • male • feline • domestic medium hair • loner • loner------[/center] PERSONALITY | [/font] Roman is your not-so-typical jock boy. While he's strong, athletic, and occasionally boastful, he's not by any means a womanizing, egotistical asshole. He certainly likes his ladies, don't get me wrong, but he's faithful and good to them, ever a protector and forever loyal. The same goes for his family. At any one time he would take a bullet so to speak for either his sister or his mother. No one is more important to him than his sister Saba, and he is her self-proclaimed guardian. Very rarely does he ever let her out of his sights, and if anything were to happen to her either under his watch or while he was away, he would never forgive himself. No two siblings have ever been closer than Saba and Roman.
Roman is quite the romantic when it comes to wooing the ladies and part of him hopes to one day settle down with the perfect girl kitty and have kits. That day is very likely a long way off however, as he fully intends to wait until his mother has passed and until Saba has settled down with a male and doesn't need him anymore. While that day will be a sad one, Roman knows it must come to pass.
The one major character flaw that Roman possesses is anger. He is quite easy to irritate and you'd better believe that he'll let you know it if you've done something wrong. In addition to his anger, Roman can carry one hell of a grudge and will exact vengeance where necessary.
• likes | His family, hunting, and being a protector.
• dislikes | Arrogance, water, and anyone who hurts his sister Saba.
• goals | To always protect his sister from any type of harm.
• fears | Losing his loved ones.
• strengths | Brave, strong fighter, and fast runner.
• weaknesses | Easily angered, often vengeful, sometimes overprotective.
• mental disorders | None.
APPEARANCE |[/font] Roman is somewhat large for a domestic cat, but not overly so. If nothing else he's simply got a few extra pounds that he could stand to lose. His metabolism is a little slow which is the reason for his high level activity. This semi-vain guy doesn't want to let himself get fat. His fur is extremely thick, soft, of medium length and is a rich milk-chocolate brown with a few slightly darker tabby-like stripes mixed in here and there, and long white whiskers sprouting from his muzzle. His eyes are a considerably lighter caramel color. The male is tall and relatively well-proportioned and he holds himself very proudly. His only proportional discrepancy is his tail which is unusually long by about three inches. It works in his favor where balance is concerned.
• height | 11 inches
• weight | 14 pounds
• fur colour | chocolatey brown
• eye colour | caramel
• scars | nothing significant.
• noticeable features | Like his sister, Roman wears a collar around his neck that matches his eyes. His is in slightly better shape than Saba's and isn't anywhere close to falling off.
• physical disorders | none. HISTORY | [/font] Roman was born in a human home beside four other kits to a pair of felines named Salsa and Zinger. From very early on it was clear that he was very much attached to one of his female siblings, Saba, and this would seemingly never change judging by their current circumstances. Roman was born into a family of breeders, and his beautiful chocolate coat was much valued, prompting the humans that had bred his parents in the first place to choose to keep him within the household as a breeding male.
When he was quite young, Roman witnessed the cruel death of his father. The male died at the paws of a cruel and vicious dog, and though that memory will be forever etched into his mind, he doesn't share the same fear/hatred for dogs that his beloved sister does. Later on when the humans died, he, Saba, and their mother escaped their home and emerged into the wild world outside of human captivity and have been traveling as loners ever since.
• season born | winter
• place of birth | a human home in the city.
• family | His mother Salsa and his sister Saba.
• memorable events | His father's death, the death of the humans, and watching as his other siblings were taken away and put into other homes.
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• link to image of character | here.
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Post by tazo on Dec 20, 2011 20:37:00 GMT
 HENRI THOREAU [/font] ------six • male • feline • turkish angora • loner • n/a------[/center] PERSONALITY | [/font] Thoreau might be considered, if nothing else, a literary scholar among felines. He loves words and songs and hates when things are said incorrectly. More than likely this comes from being the pet cat of an established author in his early years. If you say something incorrectly, Thoreau will not hesitate to correct you and educate you on your mistake. Perhaps if he were human he might be that elementary school english teacher that everyone hates. You know the one.
When he's not busy schooling other animals on their grammar usage, he's a very laid back individual. He will always avoid a physical altercation when possible, choosing instead to talk things out. And honestly, as cowardly as it may seem, if he finds himself unable to talk his way out of something, he will run. There is an exception to this though; if a member of his family is in danger, you better believe he will fight with all of his might to protect him. Thoreau will never hesitate to "take a bullet" for a loved one. Despite the fact that he is not a good fighter, he'll do his best in any situation to protect his children and mate. He is loyal to the end. Thoreau lost Ben, he couldn't stand ever losing anyone else.
• likes | Words that are used artfully, water, and all of his children.
• dislikes | Fire, angry cats and dogs, anyone who threatens his family.
• goals | To ensure that all of his kits are successful and healthy adults.
• fears | That he'll lose any of his kits or his mate.
• strengths | Logical argumentation, keeping a clear head in tough situations, and fierce loyalty.
• weaknesses | Somewhat thin and frail, not a very good fighter, and somewhat prone to colds in cold weather.
• mental disorders | none.
APPEARANCE |[/font] Weighing in at 14 inches and ten pounds, Thoreau is almost of average size for a Turkish Angora. He is, however, a bit skinny and could certainly stand to put on a couple more pounds. The skinny male is long-haired, and his coat isn't really all that thick. It is soft, however, despite its thin state. Said fur is three distinct colors and two distinct patterns - he has something of a blue-grey blanket pattern with a white under belly, and a darker grey tabby stripe pattern coats the blue-grey blanket. The white part of his coat extends up his throat and onto his face, creating something of a mask. Bright green eyes pop out vividly from the toned down colors of Thoreau's fur.
• height | 14 inches at the shoulder
• weight | 10 pounds
• fur colour | white and grey
• eye colour | green
• scars | A tiny pink line of a scar on the right side of his nose. It runs up and down and is about half an inch long. He got it when he was a kitten and he ran face first into a pile of scrap metal.
• noticeable features | The scar on his nose and his super bright green eyes, also his tall lankiness.
• physical disorders | none HISTORY | [/font] Thoreau was born a bit over six years ago to a mother cat in a shelter. Almost as soon as he was old enough to be adopted out himself, he was picked up by a man named Ben Davidoff, a published though not well known author of fantasy and science fiction novels. It was on this day, the sixtieth day of his life, that he was christened Thoreau, Henri Thoreau, and given the best home he'd ever had in his life. His kittenhood was spent knocking over precariously stacked manuscripts and piles of books, potted plants, fish tanks, you name it. This kitty was (and still is) something of a klutz. His owner never raised a hand or his voice to the cat though, and life was good.
Despite his clumsiness, Thoreau only received one real injury in his time living with Ben. The author went through a period of time where he felt as though he needed to experiment with metal artwork. Thoreau happened to be chasing a small toy mouse across the floor and, not watching where he was going, ran face first into a pile of scrap metal. He came out of the catastrophe with only a deep scratch on his nose, but nevertheless the thought that his beloved cat could have been even more seriously injured was enough to make Ben do away entirely with metal work.
Thoreau loved his owner and was devestated when the virus hit. He laid by Ben's side after he died for three days, then forced himself to leave the apartment. Lucky for him Ben had always left a window cracked just in case his cat wanted to explore. Alone now, Thoreau set off in search of a new life. Eventually he found a pretty female Turkish Angora and started a family.
• season born | summer
• place of birth | in a human author's home
• family | Mate: | Children: Skye Blue, Robin Hood, Tropic Breeze, Fire Finder, Olivine Briar, and Don Quixote.
• memorable events | Being adopted, hurting his nose, Ben dying, and leaving and finding his mate.
SAMPLE | [/font] Write sample here (only for first applications). At least 200 words. [/s]
• link to image of character | Here.
• where did you find CR? | what site did you find us, etc.?
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