Post by BATTY on Jun 11, 2014 23:12:36 GMT -6
OOC
Player: BATTY =3
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Contact: PMs preferred, skype: batty_begins
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IC
Name: Leander
Gender: Male
Age: 2 (Young Adult)
Breed: Rhodesian Ridgeback Mix
Pack: Fawnstalker
Rank: Beta
Personality:
His normal demeanor is pleasant and charming (sometimes even flirtatious). He has a tendency to make light of very grim situations because he's seen and done a lot in his years.
A realist, Leander hates it when others turn hysterical over imagined fears and will become easily impatient with paranoia or superstition. His serious side comes out when need be and he can turn fierce on a dime when provoked or insulted. Leander tends to get emotional more easily than he'd like to admit, especially when it comes to friends in need or younger dogs. Despite being a powerful fighter, he's quite soft hearted and hides it poorly.
Appearance:
With the normal reddish brown color and thick stature of his breed, Leander is not the biggest dog, but he seems strong and ready to leap like a small stag. He has several thin scars and patches of missing fur criss crossing his body but he goes through lengths to keeps his coat clean and shining as a matter of personal pride. His eyes are the same color as his fur but with a hint more red. Normally they're half lidded in an easy-going expression and his black tongue lolls out lazily. When he becomes scared or enraged the red tint in his eyes glows brighter and blots out the brown.
Along his powerful back where the breed-typical ridge of fur should be is a line of black plated spikes. The spikes reach up to the base of his head and get progressively longer further down his spine. Some of them are cracked or blunted. His tail is longer than normal, with thicker fur than the rest of his body. It ends in a final spike. He doesn't have very much control over his tail, but he's practiced enough so that it can still deliver a nasty scratch.
Limited Traits: N/A
History:
Born and raised in the Fawnstalker Pack, Leander defeated a previous Beta in battle to claim the title. He didn't do so for ambition's sake, but because he disagreed with the way the Beta was treating lower ranked members of the Pack. Now that he has power, he's comfortable with it but keeps his wits about him, prepared for another potential challenger to try and face him.
Visual Reference: SOON.
RP Example:
(From a Warrior Cats RP)
Hunting was seldom a chore for Waspwing. She could stand with some leg-stretching and a bit of time apart from other cats to concentrate. The den especially had been overcrowded lately and it led her to seek some small bit of solitude where she could. Of course the hunting patrol was still relatively close by, she could scent them on the strong wind which threatened to bite through her short fur and flatten her ears back. Yet, what member of HailClan wasn't used to that by now? A newborn, kit perhaps. She crouched on her haunches, whiskers almost to the ground, her pale yellow eyes staring with rapt attention at her ignorant quarry.
The she-cat had been more than happy to follow a large crow a few rabbit hops south. She crept forward and finally found it feasting happily on a disgusting bit of crow food in the shade of a broken tree. It pecked at something that looked like it had once, very long ago, been a squirrel. That was...a little less than appealing but who in their right minds would turn down a fat bird when prey was scarce? Well if no one else will eat it, I certainly will. Look at it just gorging itself like that while we starve she thought with a trace of malice.
