Post by * FALLOW on Dec 21, 2009 8:50:12 GMT -5
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Username: Fallow
Other characters: None
Other?: Mwahahaha <3
Gender: Male
Age: Three years
Species: Siberian Tiger
Sexuality: Bisexual, why miss any luxuries of the flesh due to the lust of only one gender?
Element:
Fire, burning and scalding yet nourishing and aiding all the creatures of the land. He is the flame that burns as bright as the sun as well as the fire that brings forth passion from the souls of others. He is essentially who he is, fire.
Familiar:
Black Mamba, cunning and dangerous as he is with fangs filled with death. She is his constant companion, his tie to sanity and morality whereas none have been able yet she is also the poison that corrupts him. The allure of her sweet nothings, the hisses of what could and should be for she is the snake. She is simply and essentially Naga.
Alliance: Living.
Rank: Noble.
Appearance:
Marcus Aurelius Hawkes, a fine specimen of the specie of the Siberian Tiger and he knows it all too well. The bright orange pelt painted with black as if ink from a calligrapher makes him all too recognizable as what he is but not as who he is for he is just another normal tiger painted in yet the same colors. Sometimes he wishes and bemoans about how wonderful it would be to be so unique with fur as white as snow and stripes darker than midnight but he knows that he must stay in this fiery shade that he was borne into until he reincarnates or something similar. He is glad though that his coat is soft and plush otherwise what shame he would have to have the colors of a common tiger and fur as coarse as that of a peasant. Nonetheless, Marcus does not only pride himself on his fur but the rest of his appearance and physique.
Devilishly handsome. Those words muttered, hissed by others all because they envy him for his looks or they simply loathe him for his personality but adore him for his body. It was and is a complicated relationship between him and everyone else as he was born in a body mixed in curves and angles, power and grace simply being who he is and they can only watch in envy. Perhaps that is the general view of him but undoubtedly not the personal opinions of others still he considers himself quite a handsome fellow and that has spawned an ego as large as a whale.
A factor of this handsomeness could be his streamlined build that may seem almost feminine at times yet keeps hold of his masculinity through the power the exudes out of his frame. He isn't exactly the fastest or the most agile although he may seem like it with his physique but he is strong and that is a certainty. He is thankful though that as he moves, his paws are firm against the earth and what grace he has makes him seem as if he is dancing. He is everything a feline should be, sly, cunning and the epitome of grace.
Brilliant gleaming eyes but alas they are not blue nor green as he would wish them but a simple and average amber. He makes it seem more interesting, more unique by using terms such as gold when he describes his eyes but they cannot hide the fact that they are a simple and normal color for a tiger. Thus he tries to hide that fact by enticing and enchanting others with something better, something to be proud of, his voice. It is odd for him to be proud of this but his deep and smooth voice mocking, chiding, greeting and just speaking is such an enchantment. In the near future though these tones shall change into deeper and gravely tones, his voice just as persuading and enchanting.
One sentence: A young and handsome tiger who is powerful and streamlined in build.
Scars, or deformities?: As a noble, Marcus lies hidden from any battles or confrontations that could encase him in scars and nor is he imperfect so he remains utterly flawless.
Personality:
TO YOU & ME he seems like such a dignified creature, head high and this maddening smile of gentleness on his face as he struts proudly past crowds of useless, goal less souls. He may seem like an angel, a smiling savior with his polite and cheerful mannerisms but he is far from this facade that he has been hammered into by his parents. He is cold and cruel yet burns with passion that can only be described as someone who knows what he is doing and loves every moment of it. Marcus is always distant though unless you are someone important to him then he acts all kind and sweet, trying to get closer and closer until he is dug into someone's life and heart forever. He uses this to manipulate and lie, to spin scandals out of thin air and majority; no one finds out about any of his doings. He adores manipulating people, playing them until they break and he goes to find some new toys to be have fun with simply because he was taught to be such by his cunning parents because they thought that if he didn't learn, he'd be as good as dead in the world as a noble.
TO FRIENDS & COMPANIONS, Marcus is a bit more lenient and patient unlike his usual impatient self simply because he values his friends more than losing them. Yet he still keeps his distance, still essentially a noble with his head up high and his pride growing larger each time someone compliments him. His pride in everything about him oddly enough includes his companions as he doesn't see why he shouldn't as majority of them are peers in rank or intelligence, even both. Talking about his peers, he only treats them with respect when he needs to and when he doesn't; he treats them like he does towards others which includes confusing statements and oh so sweet words because he wants them wrapped around his paw. He expects them to be there for every beck and call, to answer him when addressed and to essentially be the inferior creatures that they are. If they do prove some sort of superiority then the tiger changes his attitude right away and acts far too kind and gentle, playful and childish even.
TO LOVERS & MORE he is possessive and jealous, never sharing no matter what although he cares less for the court ladies that he visits. He values loyalty to him although he lacks the same for his lovers as they are just little toys to play and have some fun with. An odd thing about him is that he lacks the judgmental traditional views of the old nobles and prefers both genders in his companionship thus he opens himself up to both males and females. Perhaps this has made him bolder and braver in everything he does as he goes beyond social norms and dares to do so. Thus this drags in yet another aspect of him, his cocky and arrogant self which so easily defines him as a noble. This side of him is hidden though to his beloved mate if he so has one due to the fact that he acts so kindly and affectionately, his other simply completing himself so why be so cruel and distant.
TO ENEMIES & THE REST OF THE WORLD, this Siberian Tiger acts like a jerk and as if he is perfect even if he has so many flaws that make him more unlikable and likable. He treats others with what he sees and doesn't bother to even understand due to the reason that he simply doesn't care. If one does get onto his nerves, they soon find themselves being treated as if they don't exist or in extreme cases, have their death plotted. He keeps his enemies close and slowly finds a way to get back at them as he keeps his grudges far closer than he should. He usually plots so that their lives will be extinguished as painfully as possible with whatever moment they had before a living hell as he is an intelligent tiger although he does come off as cowardly at some points.
OVERALL, Marcus is just a tiger who lives for the ambition etched into his young mind by his parents who are stuck in the times of old for he wishes for what all want which is lordship of the land.
Interests:
- Kingship, who doesn't want the power that comes with being a king? The bliss of being able to boss others around and to wage war at a whim, it is and would be an honor for Marcus to gain such fantastic power.
- Wealth, to be rich beyond belief is what he wishes yet wealth of knowledge is also what he yearns to have. He wants everything to be honest, to be wealthy of everything is what he dreams of for what is he but a greedy tiger?
- Luxury, the beautiful sweet smiles of court ladies just waiting on him, the soft cushions where he lays as he waits for his slaves to come upon him and serve. He was born as a noble thus he is used to luxury of getting what he wants and when he wants it.
- Intelligence, he expects anyone he speaks with to have even just an inkling of intelligence lest he tire of their stupidity. It doesn't mean he hates imbeciles as they are good for lying and manipulating but he wants a good conversation from his peers at least.
- Death, the morbidity of it all and how one may end up in the other kingdom due to this phenomenon. It makes him wonder what does it exactly take to live longer than one should, what kind of elixir of life that must be consumed to avoid this plague that clings to every mortal beast.
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Dislikes:
- Peasants or Serfs, lowly beasts do not deserve his magnificent company as all they shall is simply babble about how much more they need or about the things they want when Marcus' simply doesn't care. He would prefer if they hid themselves in some deep dark hole and never reveal their presence unless they have something important to say or do.
- Higher ranking felines, he deserved those ranks not they for he was the only one who had the competence and youth to persevere and drag the kingdom to levels completely unknown. So he dislikes their pomp, envies their luxuries and slowly forces himself to be better than he already is so that he can beat everyone and reach the highest rank of all, King.
- Water, murderer and extinguisher of the eternal heat of fire. He dislikes how it dares to challenge the dancing of the flames with its own graceful twists and turns as it glides away. He adores water as a life giver but also loathes it for being the weakness of fire that burns deep for he needs not steam but the pure essence of the flame.
- Rivals, who can even think that he or she is an equal to him? Or that is what he thinks but overall he dislikes them with a passion as he has better things to do than amuse his rivals with a little contest.
- Imbeciles, he prefers not to deal with them after all fools will always be fools no matter what. He prefers to stay with his peers in intelligence and rank after all, why even bother to soil himself in the presence of filth?
- Death, he doesn't want to die and the dream of immortality is something he hold oh so dear so why like death? This love yet hatred of this morbid end makes him seem almost delusional at times.
History: next time <3
RP sample:
XX. DARK AMBER eyes scanned the sea of bodies; the multitude was an all too familiar sight as day after day, wolves and all sorts of canines would shuffle about. A part of him was tired of this monotonous routine of watching groups of nobility walking about yet he was also thankful for being free from the chaos that lingered all too near. Thinking about chaos, Flanders could only shake his head for what was dealing with the higher ranked canines but chaos? They were greedy folk and wanted to make life absolutely miserable for those lower ranked than them thus leading it into tons of problems that he as a guard had to fix. The maned wolf was certain that problem was just a corner away and kept himself ready for anything, he was young and eager for adventure.
Disappointment welled up at the pits of his stomach due to that fact that as he did turn the corner, there was nothing. He would have sighed if he could but as he stood there as awkwardly as any wolf who was taller than any single canine there; he didn't see any reason on why he had to bring attention to himself. He still felt eyes on him though as he edged past but he could care less right now as he didn't want to make a commotion and screaming "Stop staring at me." would just backfire so he left himself in the silence of his own company whilst the nobility continued bustling about in their daily routines.
A breeze whistled past, the chill of the air making him shiver although he had his scarf which kept him somewhat warm. A part of him suspected that it wasn't just the cold air that made him shudder but the thought of all these nobility and the hidden hostility they had just bubbling beneath their painted faces, their false lives. Flanders shook his head, there was no time for these thoughts as he rationalized that the best thing to do was to go and continue on in this patrol of his. The bitter taste of frustration was still there though and he couldn't help but feel uncertain if he was to be let down again or if something was going to finally happen. Thus he stopped his movements, stilling himself as he simply let himself watch and listen.
The hustle and bustle of the area seemed to slowly mute itself the moment his eyes caught sight of a shadow flitting about in one of those polished alleyways. Disgust welled up inside him as he knew by the scent that the wind was carrying what the shade was, it was a slave and a culpeo to be precise. Yet the disgust was not that of the serf but for the what he had to do no matter if he didn't really see it as the best way to deal with things. The rational part of him pushed him forward and he made his way past the crowds of naive gentry, pushing some away and having curses thrown at him. He knew that if he was to arrive first then the slave would be able to leave without a greater fuss than what would happen if someone else was there.
He saw that blur of browns, yellows and whites as someone else plunged into the darkness after that slave but he could only pray that it was a curious noble. A part of him knew though that it probably was another guard doing his duty but even so, it did not comfort him. The maned wolf shook those thoughts away, they were treacherous, treasonous and it was best not to have them at all lest he be thought as a sympathizer with those impulsive rebels. They came back as soon as they were banished the moment the dog, one of those African canines perhaps?, dragged the poor thing from the dark alley.
Reason forced his paws to glide past the cool rock surface, made him call out to the other with a shout. "Hey there! Mind if I join in?" The words disgusted him a bit but this was all for the kingdom right? He nodded to himself and shoved away all these weird thoughts about how bad the system was for it was old as the myths and legends of the elders so it should be effective otherwise... Flanders could shake his thoughts away as he ran towards the slave, shoving some of the gentry in their dismay as he had to do as his duty had him to do.
White gleaming canines flashing, he wondered for a moment whose were they before realizing they they were his own although they were blunter than any other canine due to his diet. It unnerved him in a way at how easily a grin slowly revealed itself in his face and how his voice came out so excited as he spoke. "Care to have a little tugging before we toss it back to the slums?" He was a guard so that may have done something with how he had acted but his instinct driven part simply shook its head as his rational part laughed it off and gleefully announced that he would be more respected if he acted like this. It scared him though, this uncertainty in which part of his mind that he had to pursue to be the best that he had to be.
And oh how he saw himself as his own enemy.- post from OOM
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