Post by tybalt arcturus on Jul 26, 2011 20:41:51 GMT -8
i can hear the slumber of the thousand dead
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/anlDy.png);background-attachment:fixed;] & & FIRSTNAME LASTNAME;; ♫ if i had a wish for every mistake there would be nothing left to take ♪ OoC Name Bracken Breed Siberian Tiger Rank/Occupation Slave Tribe None Gender Male Age 6 Months ♫ your smile, my love could shake the tree leaves bare ♪ Fur Color Ginger pelt with darker ginger stripes. Eye Color Yellow Scars/Deformities None yet. Appearance Currently he was nothing more than a ball of fluff, his fur still thick with cub fur. The lighter ginger hue, an almost dusty orange, covering most of his head, neck, back, sides, legs and tail. His stripes however were the difference, is that he did not have the typical black stripes, his were a darker, burnt orange. There was almost no black on him, anywhere they would have been a black stripe or marking there was deep orange, instead. His under muzzle, around it, except for the top of his snout, his eye brows, and accented points around face were all white. The majority of his forelegs and underbelly were also white, starting from his shoulders and going down his legs, there was the lighter orange hue, before it faded away into the white. His eyes were at the end of their transition from blue to yellow, finally with a dark yellow color. Once the cub grows he'll be large, massive for some tigers, perhaps not his own subspecies. He'll weigh in at nearly 1000 lbs of muscle, a fighter with some speed yet more strength. ♫ and only in the center can we begin to repair ♪ Preferences *Likes: - Reading - Questioning things - Swimming *Dislikes: - Fighting (currently) - Violence (Currently) Strengths His strengths are more in his intellect than anything else, the tiger wanted to be an intellectual, a scholar. He was also a confident swimming, loving to dive beneath the surface for amusement. Weaknesses At his young age, the cub had a distinct fear and dislike for fighting and violence. He was also somewhat clumsy, when it came to running. Personality At his current stage in age, the cub was growing rapidly mentally, although it stopped once he was sold into slavery. He enjoys reading more than anything, stimulating his brain, deciphering strategies even. Tybalt was one to avoid a fight, he was still somewhat small for his age, and yet while he would eventually grow, he had a distinct fear and dislike of fighting, he did not want to inflict pain and violence onto others. Another of his loves was swimming, the water was his confident. He could dive down within it, having begun to teach himself to swim before being taken as a slave. He loved the feeling of water through his thick fur, and drying off in the warm sun. ♫ can we dream of the pyre of the bodies consumed there ♪ Family -Father - Gylfard Arcturus -Mother - Madge Arcturus Regrets None yet, too young. Secret Ambitions -To learn to fight, yet use it for the protection of others, not for the advancement of others. History Born to two noble tigers, the cub was their only at the time. He grew up with education, enough that he was able to learn to read, and learned some sophistication. He had dreams of becoming a scholar, someone who could discover things, perhaps gain a rank worth something. His family was well off, but he did not simply want to be a soldier. Everything changed quickly for him when his father came home with three other guards, cats who had come to take him. The cub remembers his mother crouching over him, the profanities she yelled at his father and then her requirement to uncover her son and give him up as payment. Apparently his father had needed to repay a steep debt he had incurred through gambling, and the way to repay it? Sell his own cub into slavery. Tybalt remembered the teeth biting into his scruff much more rough than his mother ever had, being tossed into the cage and taken to the slave markets and dungeon. ♫ it's a wind-torn world we live with the leaves of shattered glass and the sky with burnished blood and all the promises here are made to be broken ♪ |
i only wish they could dance the way you live
Tybalt as a cub:
Tybalt as an adult:
