Post by zerissen arei on Jul 15, 2011 17:03:14 GMT -8
they are so loud, bellowing the only phrase they know
[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;] & & ZERISSEN AREI;; ♫ and it's just contempt calling you out when everyone else kneels down ♪ Breed snow leopard Rank/Occupation prince Tribe n/a Gender male Age five years ♫ and let them rot, if nobody follows the steel in my voice won't hold ♪ Fur Color dark grey-brown, with a lighter belly and black rosette spots with dark brown eyes. Eye Color blue Scars/Deformities n/a Appearance Zerissen is an excellent example of a grown male snow leopard. Muscular and handsome, his fur is thick and lush and dimly marked with rosettes. His eyes are round, deep-set, and teal blue. Though he is towering with massive, muscular shoulders and a thick tail, the most intimidating part of him would be his paws: big, heavily furred, and armed with long, sharpened claws. His body is roped with thick, powerful muscle, particularly his hind legs to enhance his climbing abilities. He is a very imposing male, with an air of royalty, intellect and strength. It's not hard to tell that this cat is a prince. ♫ let them rot, regrets raise no citadels. ♪ Preferences He doesn't have much of an opinion on anything, but he's a strong believer in the laws of his society and strongly dislikes the ones that break them. Strengths He is an able climber, fighter and hunter. His detachment allows him to judge without bias. Weaknesses Despite his abilities as a climber and fighter, he is not very fast. He also talks very little, causing many to think he believes himself too good for conversation. Personality One good word to describe Zerissen would be "apathetic." He doesn't really show much interest in anything, and he goes along with the plans of friends and family with neither joy nor annoyance. When in a commanding role, he can be imposing, but otherwise, he is quite aloof. Though when he speaks it is with simplicity and little interest, he is not dumb. He is quite intellectual and contemplative, but most of his mind's work is done in silence. Close friends value him as a quiet but brilliant companion. He happens to know quite a bit about how the mind works and why those around him do what they do, subjects that humans would call "psychology" and "psychoanalysis". He has the ability to read others through their unconscious actions. ♫ it's just contempt, calling your bluff this eulogy of ruin never ends ♪ Family Grace Arei, mate. Vitani Arei, mother-in-law. Fenris Arei, father-in-law. Raich Axel, father, Nishka Axel, mother. Regrets He doesn't really regret much of anything, since he cares about little. However, he does sometimes wish he'd spent more time getting to know Grace, as he finds himself pitifully uneducated in regards to her. Secret Ambitions None, really. He's in line to be king, that's pretty much as good as it gets. History Zerissen was a normal cub, born to normal parents, in a normal city. Well, as normal as it gets, anyway, considering that his parents are upper-class felines blessed with an abundance of jewels and possessions. From his cubhood, Zerissen showed little interest in these things: they were merely glittery trinkets, to him. No, he was more interested in the lives of the royal family. It wasn't the glamour of being society's greatest that drew him in, as his parents believed. No, it was the vast power. Soldiers, servants, cats doing your bidding...it was mesmerizing. His family had a number of slaves, but it wasn't the same. To command an entire nation! That is what he wanted. It was just his luck that Queen Vitani and King Fenris came to his parents one evening and propositioned a marriage to none other than Princess Grace Arei. His parents wouldn't dare deny such a chance. Their son, a prince! It was all they ever dreamed. Though the marriage itself held little interest for him, Zerisson found himself within reach of the power that allured him so. It was only later that he began to feel that pull, not just towards the strength and command, but towards his mate...a feline he truly barely knew. ♫ you rose from an empire, waking to whiskey, quarries for gravestones, and guillotines, bottoms up: the city is sinking. ♪ |
let them rot, regrets raise no citadels.
