Post by punk asher on Jul 16, 2011 15:40:36 GMT -8
i'll still be here, wishing and waiting
[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;] & & PUNK ASHER;; ♫ i'm a disappearing act done poorly But if i ever get it right, you'll miss me sorely ♪ OoC Name vanya Breed Caracal Rank/Occupation loner Tribe n/a Gender male Age three years ♫ i look like the cat that just ate the canary coughing up feathers ♪ Fur Color tawny Eye Color green Scars/Deformities none that are worth mentioning. Appearance Punk is a caracal, and therefore, well....looks like a caracal. His fur is thick, short, and a rich tawny gold, with black markings around his eyes and nose, and big black-backed ears with long tufts from the tips. His eyes are quite large, deep-set, and dark green, and his nose is small and black. His face overall is quite compact. He's small, with long legs for a caracal, and a short tail. His underside, muzzle, and the area around his eyes are a stark white, while the area around his whiskers are a deep black. His tail is tipped in black, and his claws are long and scraggly from lack of care. ♫ Oh, I'm just a crook, with no intent or stash Pour gasoline on the vault just to burn the cash ♪ Preferences he likes to act as though he dislikes absolutely everything. Strengths fast, snappy, hard to intimidate Weaknesses weak, arrogant, unfriendly Personality Punk is a little bit...off. He's crazy, to say the least, and speaks with a strong accent. He's quite...pirate-y. He's twitchy, peculiar, and responds dramatically to small things ("GOOD HEAVENS!!!! THERE'S A FLY ON THAT LEAF, OH GOD WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE"), and anyone who sees him would think him absolutely mad. Of course, those cats would be absolutely right. He believes himself destined for something great; so great, in fact, that he doesn't believe any group to be worthy of his presence. Therefore, he walks alone. He gets himself by with petty thievery, keeping an almost Robin Hood-esque mentality: they have something and that I don't, therefore they should give it to me. Everything is exactly as he says it is, and everything else is irrelevant. ♫ there's a "get out of jail" card if i can think of something clever ♪ Family none that are known or still alive. Regrets Punk regrets nothing!! >:C Secret Ambitions to become some grand leader of something, he's not really sure. He just knows he's destined for something great. History Punk was born and raised in the Kenke Circle, as most of his species are. He was given the name Asher by his parents. His mother and father died when he was very young, and for the most part, he was raised by an older caracal named Hawk. Hawk was twitchy and superstitious, to put it lightly. Most of Punk's bizarre beliefs come from Hawk's influence. Hawk never called him by his name, only calling him a "little punk." Soon, Punk became more of a name than Asher, though he kept it as a last name to remember his parents by. One day, Hawk turned to the young cat and said, "Punk, there's a big ol' world out there, and y'should go see it. Kenke is nothin' compared to the lands ou'side of it." And so Punk ran, and ran, his back to the plains that had once been his home, and the cat who raised him like a son. Even now, he's still running, exploring, seeing the big ol' world for what it is: a filthy hovel of lies and deceit, and for that he loves it. What is the use in a world that's pretty? ♫ when your chips are down, and your drinks are all gone i'll still be here, wishing and waiting for you to come home kaleidoscope eyes, sparkle at the world my emerald city, downtown girl in the sickness of you, i'm just a white blood cell fighting like hell for you ♪ |
i've got an insatiable desire for your insides
