Post by Trench on Jul 14, 2009 19:37:27 GMT -5
Incubus
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"it started out with a kiss
how did it end up like this?
it was only a kiss
it was only a kiss"
the basics,
»»character full name: Incubus
»»age: 5 years
»»species: Jaguar
»»pack: Lashia
the appearance,
»»eyes: Dull yellow, almost tan
»»markings: Black spots which form rosettes with smaller spots within them; otherwise known as standard jaguar spots. He also carries a smattering of scars, though most are too minor to disrupt fur growth, and are thus pretty unnoticeable.
»»height: 33 inches
»»weight: 223 lbs.
»»general appearance: Born from a father who both carried and expressed the melanistic gene mutation which results in black fur, Incubus, too, expresses the gene. This makes him a member of the appearance-based species of black panthers, though in reality he is a pure-bred jaguar, possessing the stocky, thickly-muscled build of jaguars everywhere. His coat is a very dark shade of brown, easily mistaken for black, which is only a handful of shades lighter than the pure black spots which all jaguars carry. For his kind, he is rather on the large side, even for males, helped along by a healthy weight courtesy of abundant prey, and a build slightly more stocky and muscled than normal.
the personality,
»»likes: A good feisty female, its just no fun to him if she’s too easy; fighting, the rush is like a drug to him, and he enjoys the bloodshed; being an all-around jerk, he just loves making little children cry, and if he can break the spirit of an adult, all the better.
»»dislikes: ‘Good’ cats, he just can’t stand self-righteous little helpers who think they can save the world from all things unjust; wolves, to him, they’re cowardly little mongrels incapable of taking care of themselves; and on that note, cowards, he just can’t stand the sniveling little weaklings who are too afraid to duke it out with him.
»»strengths: Incubus possess an impressive amount of strength, and his sheer weight of muscle aids him in fights and in hunting, allowing him to pin down his victims by body weight and strength of jaws. On the mental side, Incubus has experienced many fights over his wandering years, granting him some fair skill in what he considers to be a sport; this way of thinking also tends to aid him, as he is fully able to concentrate on a fight rather than his fears of an opponent.
»»weaknesses: Being so thickly muscled, Incubus is hardly to quickest cat around, nor is he likely to display the most endurance; he is limited to quick, short bursts of any speed, and his strength can be exhausted rather easily. Also, Incubus is dangerously arrogant, and will fight anyone he can taunt into a spat; though this keeps his skills sharp, is also puts him at an enormous risk of facing an opponent he is entirely unprepared to face, and his confidence is likely to get himself beaten down pretty soon.
»»secrets: Raised by a superstitious and half-crazed mother, Incubus believes that he is just that: a demonic seducer of females. Though he certainly acts to fit this role, he does not broadcast this belief, instead letting others settle into believing he is merely a normal jaguar.
the history,
»»mother: Tempest, location unknown
»»father: Roaming black jaguar, name unknown to Incubus; location also unknown
»»siblings: His sister, Monsoon; presumably with their mother, but location unknown beyond that.
»»others: Likely many litters of offspring from his many ventures, none of which are known to him.
»»background: Even for a stranger to these lands, the name Incubus is certainly not a common name, and it is one that is likely to provoke the question of ‘what sick parent would ever name their child that?’ However, when Incubus’s mother, a jaguar named Tempest, chose this name for him, she had what, to her, was a very good reason. Tempest had not been planning on having cubs, however, when a male jaguar came to her and seduced her for the night, and she gave in, the choice was taken out of her paws. She never did learn the name of the male, as he left once he’d taken his pleasure, but she remembered well what he had looked like, and when she first looked upon her kits, she was surprised by how much the male resembled his father—brown fur dark enough to be taken as black, with black spots only barely visible among the other dark fur. By this point, the fae, always a superstitious one, had convinced herself that the night-dark male she had met with was an incubus, and now believed that this cub was his spawn. Believing this, she would not give the cub a proper name, but instead named him for what she thought he was.
Now, one should never underestimate the power of expectations, and though incubus may once have had a chance to be a normal jaguar, the fact that his mother raised him expecting him to be exactly like his father had a large impact on how he turned out. This is all the more proven by the fact that his sister, Monsoon, turned out perfectly normal, despite the fact that they both were raised in the simple life that their mother lived: roaming the area around her home which she had made long ago within a den made of the gaps between the trunks of trees which lay in a pile. But while Tempest tried to raise her cubs the same, she simply couldn’t bring herself to treat Incubus as gently as she did Monsoon, and Incubus and she became more and more distanced. Her deep-seated anger at his demonic father, and her prejudice against his spawn, could not allow her to be the mother he required, and he grasped on to every mention of his father she fed him, holding to a parental figure which he could respect. She taught them both to hunt and survive on their own, including how to fight should it come to it, and they both picked up on the skills in time and were soon helping her to hunt. However, as the distance grew between Tempest and her son, Incubus began to wonder more and more about the life his father lead, finding it more and more appealing as he grew bored living the simple life he’d been raised to live.
When the male reached three years old, he finally grew fed up with his boredom, and, not having any sort of close relationship with his mother or sister to hold him back, left the tree den and headed out on his own. For the next many months he took up the habits of his father: roaming from she-cat to she-cat and charming each one as he found them. For a while he was content to live in this style, but, as his wandering brought him closer to the unrest-ridden plain, he began to hear rumors of the war and found his ambitious head filling with ideas of bloodshed and power. Word of the wolves, those cowardly mutts so dependant upon one another, further fueled his bloodlust, and he sped his pace into the war-torn lands. His arrival finds the packs struggling to gain strength against their foes, and though he sides himself with his kin against the sniveling mutts, he refuses to bow to any leader beyond himself; after all, to his mind, he is a demon, and no mere cat can order him about.
the player,
»»name: Shatan
»»age: 17
»»contact: MSN by way of email
»»rp sample:
Password: Accepted (sorry it took so long)
How did you find us?: Again, kit dragged me here xD
Click for Image
"it started out with a kiss
how did it end up like this?
it was only a kiss
it was only a kiss"
the basics,
»»character full name: Incubus
»»age: 5 years
»»species: Jaguar
»»pack: Lashia
the appearance,
»»eyes: Dull yellow, almost tan
»»markings: Black spots which form rosettes with smaller spots within them; otherwise known as standard jaguar spots. He also carries a smattering of scars, though most are too minor to disrupt fur growth, and are thus pretty unnoticeable.
»»height: 33 inches
»»weight: 223 lbs.
»»general appearance: Born from a father who both carried and expressed the melanistic gene mutation which results in black fur, Incubus, too, expresses the gene. This makes him a member of the appearance-based species of black panthers, though in reality he is a pure-bred jaguar, possessing the stocky, thickly-muscled build of jaguars everywhere. His coat is a very dark shade of brown, easily mistaken for black, which is only a handful of shades lighter than the pure black spots which all jaguars carry. For his kind, he is rather on the large side, even for males, helped along by a healthy weight courtesy of abundant prey, and a build slightly more stocky and muscled than normal.
the personality,
»»likes: A good feisty female, its just no fun to him if she’s too easy; fighting, the rush is like a drug to him, and he enjoys the bloodshed; being an all-around jerk, he just loves making little children cry, and if he can break the spirit of an adult, all the better.
»»dislikes: ‘Good’ cats, he just can’t stand self-righteous little helpers who think they can save the world from all things unjust; wolves, to him, they’re cowardly little mongrels incapable of taking care of themselves; and on that note, cowards, he just can’t stand the sniveling little weaklings who are too afraid to duke it out with him.
»»strengths: Incubus possess an impressive amount of strength, and his sheer weight of muscle aids him in fights and in hunting, allowing him to pin down his victims by body weight and strength of jaws. On the mental side, Incubus has experienced many fights over his wandering years, granting him some fair skill in what he considers to be a sport; this way of thinking also tends to aid him, as he is fully able to concentrate on a fight rather than his fears of an opponent.
»»weaknesses: Being so thickly muscled, Incubus is hardly to quickest cat around, nor is he likely to display the most endurance; he is limited to quick, short bursts of any speed, and his strength can be exhausted rather easily. Also, Incubus is dangerously arrogant, and will fight anyone he can taunt into a spat; though this keeps his skills sharp, is also puts him at an enormous risk of facing an opponent he is entirely unprepared to face, and his confidence is likely to get himself beaten down pretty soon.
»»secrets: Raised by a superstitious and half-crazed mother, Incubus believes that he is just that: a demonic seducer of females. Though he certainly acts to fit this role, he does not broadcast this belief, instead letting others settle into believing he is merely a normal jaguar.
the history,
»»mother: Tempest, location unknown
»»father: Roaming black jaguar, name unknown to Incubus; location also unknown
»»siblings: His sister, Monsoon; presumably with their mother, but location unknown beyond that.
»»others: Likely many litters of offspring from his many ventures, none of which are known to him.
»»background: Even for a stranger to these lands, the name Incubus is certainly not a common name, and it is one that is likely to provoke the question of ‘what sick parent would ever name their child that?’ However, when Incubus’s mother, a jaguar named Tempest, chose this name for him, she had what, to her, was a very good reason. Tempest had not been planning on having cubs, however, when a male jaguar came to her and seduced her for the night, and she gave in, the choice was taken out of her paws. She never did learn the name of the male, as he left once he’d taken his pleasure, but she remembered well what he had looked like, and when she first looked upon her kits, she was surprised by how much the male resembled his father—brown fur dark enough to be taken as black, with black spots only barely visible among the other dark fur. By this point, the fae, always a superstitious one, had convinced herself that the night-dark male she had met with was an incubus, and now believed that this cub was his spawn. Believing this, she would not give the cub a proper name, but instead named him for what she thought he was.
Now, one should never underestimate the power of expectations, and though incubus may once have had a chance to be a normal jaguar, the fact that his mother raised him expecting him to be exactly like his father had a large impact on how he turned out. This is all the more proven by the fact that his sister, Monsoon, turned out perfectly normal, despite the fact that they both were raised in the simple life that their mother lived: roaming the area around her home which she had made long ago within a den made of the gaps between the trunks of trees which lay in a pile. But while Tempest tried to raise her cubs the same, she simply couldn’t bring herself to treat Incubus as gently as she did Monsoon, and Incubus and she became more and more distanced. Her deep-seated anger at his demonic father, and her prejudice against his spawn, could not allow her to be the mother he required, and he grasped on to every mention of his father she fed him, holding to a parental figure which he could respect. She taught them both to hunt and survive on their own, including how to fight should it come to it, and they both picked up on the skills in time and were soon helping her to hunt. However, as the distance grew between Tempest and her son, Incubus began to wonder more and more about the life his father lead, finding it more and more appealing as he grew bored living the simple life he’d been raised to live.
When the male reached three years old, he finally grew fed up with his boredom, and, not having any sort of close relationship with his mother or sister to hold him back, left the tree den and headed out on his own. For the next many months he took up the habits of his father: roaming from she-cat to she-cat and charming each one as he found them. For a while he was content to live in this style, but, as his wandering brought him closer to the unrest-ridden plain, he began to hear rumors of the war and found his ambitious head filling with ideas of bloodshed and power. Word of the wolves, those cowardly mutts so dependant upon one another, further fueled his bloodlust, and he sped his pace into the war-torn lands. His arrival finds the packs struggling to gain strength against their foes, and though he sides himself with his kin against the sniveling mutts, he refuses to bow to any leader beyond himself; after all, to his mind, he is a demon, and no mere cat can order him about.
the player,
»»name: Shatan
»»age: 17
»»contact: MSN by way of email
»»rp sample:
already did this for Mr. Trench
Password: Accepted (sorry it took so long)
How did you find us?: Again, kit dragged me here xD
