Post by ' ' K.O.T.O.R.I. on Jul 8, 2009 23:53:17 GMT -5
Kotori
"I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do?
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you
I don't do what I've been told
Your so lame why don't you
just go -
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die!"
the basics,
»»character full name: Kotori
»»age: 21 seasons
»»species: Snow leopard
»»pack: Lashia
the appearance,
»»eyes: a dark burnt amber that flares into a brilliant color of flames at night.
»»markings: His left eye is scarred, and his right ear is torn.
»»height: 38 inches at the shoulder.
»»weight: 115 pounds
»»general appearance: He's a monster of a cat, rather large in size, and surprisingly quiet with it. Still, he is a beautiful animal; Kotori has a proportioned head with a narrow, flat muzzle sheathing large incisors capable of ripping flesh from bone; his eyes are a brilliant burnt amber, which is truly the only physical trait he has that separates him from the rest of his species. With a light grey pelt streaked with silver, and a white underbelly he looks much like any other Snow leopard, with thick bulging muscles coiling around the bones of his shoulders, giving him a thicker appearance. Even in comparison to other males, he is rather thick of bone and large, standing at 38 inches at the shoulder, and 70 inches across from the ruffled, powerful curve of his chest to the strong, flexible bones of his hips and hind quarters.
As is usual among snow leopards his tail is like a thick rope and as long as his body, making him lithe and elegant despite his heaviness. Don't be fooled, he is ridiculously light on his feet, for it was all muscle and fur - from the curves of his flanks to the long, tenuous lines of tendons roping his legs. Pads as wide as small saucers silence his steps, making him near silent for all that he was so large. Due to the rough style of his life, his left eye is blind of sight, the color in it dulled to a dark brown and sightless with two long dark scars parting the tender flesh there. The other eye is almond shaped and sharp, and he is often more cautious about himself than perhaps should be necessary for a cat of his power. Likewise, his right ear is torn, gifting him with a grisly, dangerous appearance than the other elegant lines of his face imply.
Life hadn't been nice to this animal and it shows in the small pock-marked scars that mark his flesh, hidden by the sheer heaviness of his fur - and the camoflauge flower petal designs of black on grey and silver. Looking rather ethereal in the snow, Kotori is an expert at hiding himself in plain sight.
the personality,
»»likes:hunting, napping, lounging around, cleaning, the sound of purrs ruffling his fur, warmth of another body near him, quiet, peace, the smell of the wind on a really cold day, snow, breathing crisp air, breath fogging the air, mountains, running, tracking, stalking, eating, the wet musk scent of females, spit-fire females, being first, being the best, protecting his mate, proving he's the best, rising up against a challenge, defeating others, physical prowess, anger, hot emotions, mercilessness, arrogance, strength, intelligence, ingenuity, creativity.
»»dislikes:the rain, mud, dirtiness, the smell of damp leaves, wet fur, clammy weather, overcast days, warm, sticky heat, humidity, other males, losing, missing the target, going hungry, fighting for his meal, drinking stale water, watching over other cubs, showing respect for those he doesn't respect, pretending to be nice, liars, sycophants, sophists, weakness, pity, sorrow, anguish, grief, remembering the past, being reminded of his handicap, playing 'nice'.
»»strengths:
powerful, strong, acute hearing, keen sense of smell, sharp fangs and claws, blending in, being quiet, stalking, waiting, prowling, climbing trees, rocks and mountains, flexibility.
»»weaknesses:
running, agility, squeezing into tight places, his temper, his blind side, the color of his eyes (glint when touched by light of any kind), his weight.
»»secrets: he has a taste for baby flesh.
the history,
»»mother: Parvana
»»father: Tasan
»»siblings: N/A
»»others: Olya
»»background:
To understand the very core of Kotori one must travel back far, far to his birth. It was not some ghastly story, but simply the deception of childhood, one that was not his fault. There may even be other reasons, pathological weakness that he was born with. there was no cruelty in his life, well none that he would judge to be cruel, but simple life, struggling against the elements, trudging through winters, through the dire cold to survive to the spring, only to suffer in the drought and then to molt in the rotting season. But thinking on it, it started far before his birth, for the moment he first breathed life was merely the climax in a tragedy that would turn him for the worst.
It truly began with the festering struggle of instinct versus incapability as Olya, Parvana's sister found herself to be barren. That she could not have pups was no cause for alarm, but there was a sickness residing in the half-breed cat, her mother having bred with one of the wild creatures of the mountain steppes and sharing their blood with that of common blood. Once, one would never have thought such a match would produce live cubs but it had and the resulting sickness had many of the cats regretting Varinka's disturbing fetish. That all but one of the cubs from that incongruous mating was born stillborn should have been warning that to kill the cub would be mercy. That they hadn't spoke of a long line of missteps that would lead to a continuation of such tragedy. Olya was consumed with the sickness, deliberating between passive kindness and crazed bloodlust.
None would mate with her, found her unworthy and it only fed the growing hatred in her heart. When Parvana was claimed and bred by Tasan, the madness consumed her. In an attempt at motherhood, the barren female stole the cubs, her jaws sliding around their necks and moving each squirming ball of fur to a different location, far from the packlands. Her jaws had tightened too much, and the distance had been too long -- she killed four of the five cubs. All but one, the one dubbed Kotori who by sheer luck had squirmed enough that Olya's jaws had fit into his scruff and not his baby-soft neck. That he lived, fed the madness, and it was how he grew.
She taught him how to hunt, always fleeing the scent and sounds of pack, hunting together, living together ... struggling to breed together. In her madness, Olya had truly convinced herself that Kotori was of her body, truly born from her own flesh and in her yearning for cubs, she bred with him, repeatedly, every season that tightened her loins she struggled for cubs. When none would come, she blamed Kotori, and though scarred from her lashings, there was true feeling in his heart for her. his emotions skewed from cub-hood, he could not help but love her, as mother, pack-mate, and even mate. When the sickness finally drove her mad, it was his jaws that silenced her cries; it was his tongue that lapped the blood from her gaping wound; it was his body her rotting carcass fed.
For two seasons he wandered around aimlessly, living, surviving as she had taught him. his desire, his obsession with canine pups drove him north, hunting the canines and chewing on their baby flesh, finding their succulent muscle tender and worthwhile. Hearing the death-cries of their soft whimpers only soothed him. Three seasons after her death, he found himself without a purpose, searching for a pack, perhaps to try to start again.
the player,
»»name: Alicia
»»age: 20
»»contact: pm system ;; imperfectDOOM = aim.
»»rp sample:
Did it have to be with this character? If it does, I'll quickly write one up for you. Otherwise, meet Kostya, angry dire wolf XD
Password: Accepted
How did you find us?: Support Proboards.
"I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do?
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you
I don't do what I've been told
Your so lame why don't you
just go -
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die!"
the basics,
»»character full name: Kotori
»»age: 21 seasons
»»species: Snow leopard
»»pack: Lashia
the appearance,
»»eyes: a dark burnt amber that flares into a brilliant color of flames at night.
»»markings: His left eye is scarred, and his right ear is torn.
»»height: 38 inches at the shoulder.
»»weight: 115 pounds
»»general appearance: He's a monster of a cat, rather large in size, and surprisingly quiet with it. Still, he is a beautiful animal; Kotori has a proportioned head with a narrow, flat muzzle sheathing large incisors capable of ripping flesh from bone; his eyes are a brilliant burnt amber, which is truly the only physical trait he has that separates him from the rest of his species. With a light grey pelt streaked with silver, and a white underbelly he looks much like any other Snow leopard, with thick bulging muscles coiling around the bones of his shoulders, giving him a thicker appearance. Even in comparison to other males, he is rather thick of bone and large, standing at 38 inches at the shoulder, and 70 inches across from the ruffled, powerful curve of his chest to the strong, flexible bones of his hips and hind quarters.
As is usual among snow leopards his tail is like a thick rope and as long as his body, making him lithe and elegant despite his heaviness. Don't be fooled, he is ridiculously light on his feet, for it was all muscle and fur - from the curves of his flanks to the long, tenuous lines of tendons roping his legs. Pads as wide as small saucers silence his steps, making him near silent for all that he was so large. Due to the rough style of his life, his left eye is blind of sight, the color in it dulled to a dark brown and sightless with two long dark scars parting the tender flesh there. The other eye is almond shaped and sharp, and he is often more cautious about himself than perhaps should be necessary for a cat of his power. Likewise, his right ear is torn, gifting him with a grisly, dangerous appearance than the other elegant lines of his face imply.
Life hadn't been nice to this animal and it shows in the small pock-marked scars that mark his flesh, hidden by the sheer heaviness of his fur - and the camoflauge flower petal designs of black on grey and silver. Looking rather ethereal in the snow, Kotori is an expert at hiding himself in plain sight.
the personality,
»»likes:hunting, napping, lounging around, cleaning, the sound of purrs ruffling his fur, warmth of another body near him, quiet, peace, the smell of the wind on a really cold day, snow, breathing crisp air, breath fogging the air, mountains, running, tracking, stalking, eating, the wet musk scent of females, spit-fire females, being first, being the best, protecting his mate, proving he's the best, rising up against a challenge, defeating others, physical prowess, anger, hot emotions, mercilessness, arrogance, strength, intelligence, ingenuity, creativity.
»»dislikes:the rain, mud, dirtiness, the smell of damp leaves, wet fur, clammy weather, overcast days, warm, sticky heat, humidity, other males, losing, missing the target, going hungry, fighting for his meal, drinking stale water, watching over other cubs, showing respect for those he doesn't respect, pretending to be nice, liars, sycophants, sophists, weakness, pity, sorrow, anguish, grief, remembering the past, being reminded of his handicap, playing 'nice'.
»»strengths:
powerful, strong, acute hearing, keen sense of smell, sharp fangs and claws, blending in, being quiet, stalking, waiting, prowling, climbing trees, rocks and mountains, flexibility.
»»weaknesses:
running, agility, squeezing into tight places, his temper, his blind side, the color of his eyes (glint when touched by light of any kind), his weight.
»»secrets: he has a taste for baby flesh.
the history,
»»mother: Parvana
»»father: Tasan
»»siblings: N/A
»»others: Olya
»»background:
To understand the very core of Kotori one must travel back far, far to his birth. It was not some ghastly story, but simply the deception of childhood, one that was not his fault. There may even be other reasons, pathological weakness that he was born with. there was no cruelty in his life, well none that he would judge to be cruel, but simple life, struggling against the elements, trudging through winters, through the dire cold to survive to the spring, only to suffer in the drought and then to molt in the rotting season. But thinking on it, it started far before his birth, for the moment he first breathed life was merely the climax in a tragedy that would turn him for the worst.
It truly began with the festering struggle of instinct versus incapability as Olya, Parvana's sister found herself to be barren. That she could not have pups was no cause for alarm, but there was a sickness residing in the half-breed cat, her mother having bred with one of the wild creatures of the mountain steppes and sharing their blood with that of common blood. Once, one would never have thought such a match would produce live cubs but it had and the resulting sickness had many of the cats regretting Varinka's disturbing fetish. That all but one of the cubs from that incongruous mating was born stillborn should have been warning that to kill the cub would be mercy. That they hadn't spoke of a long line of missteps that would lead to a continuation of such tragedy. Olya was consumed with the sickness, deliberating between passive kindness and crazed bloodlust.
None would mate with her, found her unworthy and it only fed the growing hatred in her heart. When Parvana was claimed and bred by Tasan, the madness consumed her. In an attempt at motherhood, the barren female stole the cubs, her jaws sliding around their necks and moving each squirming ball of fur to a different location, far from the packlands. Her jaws had tightened too much, and the distance had been too long -- she killed four of the five cubs. All but one, the one dubbed Kotori who by sheer luck had squirmed enough that Olya's jaws had fit into his scruff and not his baby-soft neck. That he lived, fed the madness, and it was how he grew.
She taught him how to hunt, always fleeing the scent and sounds of pack, hunting together, living together ... struggling to breed together. In her madness, Olya had truly convinced herself that Kotori was of her body, truly born from her own flesh and in her yearning for cubs, she bred with him, repeatedly, every season that tightened her loins she struggled for cubs. When none would come, she blamed Kotori, and though scarred from her lashings, there was true feeling in his heart for her. his emotions skewed from cub-hood, he could not help but love her, as mother, pack-mate, and even mate. When the sickness finally drove her mad, it was his jaws that silenced her cries; it was his tongue that lapped the blood from her gaping wound; it was his body her rotting carcass fed.
For two seasons he wandered around aimlessly, living, surviving as she had taught him. his desire, his obsession with canine pups drove him north, hunting the canines and chewing on their baby flesh, finding their succulent muscle tender and worthwhile. Hearing the death-cries of their soft whimpers only soothed him. Three seasons after her death, he found himself without a purpose, searching for a pack, perhaps to try to start again.
the player,
»»name: Alicia
»»age: 20
»»contact: pm system ;; imperfectDOOM = aim.
»»rp sample:
Did it have to be with this character? If it does, I'll quickly write one up for you. Otherwise, meet Kostya, angry dire wolf XD
large rounded pads touched upon the ground as the leaves squished under his weight. with the rotting season about him, the dark forest seemed to seethe around him, breathing, waiting, watching his every moment. with each step his muscles writhed beneath his pelt, turned the pale pelt into a shimmering dance of death beneath his skin. his elongated ears were flicking down against the side of his skull as the beast slinked through the bracken. weight down and rolled back to mask the click of his thick curved claws, his legs slid forward, spine slithering through the darkness. Kostya lifted his vibrant blue eyes, rare in the breed but one that had never left him after birth. his maw dropping to reveal the thick fangs that jutted from his blackened gums, the pale pink of his tongue was splotched with poison, a dull black that tainted his teeth.
panting, the dire wolf raised his massive head, his ears flicking up, at point to listen to the silence that seemed to deafen him. there was nothing living, all sounds of birds, of squirrels, of those succulent deer gone as if his mere presence had them fleeing. as pleasing as the thought was, he knew the unlikelihood of such a thing. eyes narrowed as he gazed into the unbreakable shadow, the brute shifted forward, his body surging into a faster pace, the ground giving way beneath his feet.
auds down against the furry flat of his skull the brute picked up speed, his body stretching out, weaving between the trees effortlessly, his maw gaped open, tongue lolling as poison dripped onto the vegetation beneath his thick pads. the acidic content sizzled through the trees, had small early growth dying beneath its touch. the rotting brought out the scent of death, of trees drooping beneath the oncoming winter and the impending cold and snows. there was insane joy in his gaze, one that lit his eyes with fierce pride as he raced, alone through the forest. the scents that pervaded the air pushed into his nares, flooded his mind as he categorized each individual scent. it was a scent-orgasm that colored his vision, brightened the darkened corners and filled him with savage glee. then a particular scent caught his attention.
a new land. he halted, almost as abruptly as he had begun and paused, turning his thick muzzle toward the scent and trailing back a few to bury his nose against the base of the tree. there, he thought, having caught the scent of a wolf.
panting, the dire wolf raised his massive head, his ears flicking up, at point to listen to the silence that seemed to deafen him. there was nothing living, all sounds of birds, of squirrels, of those succulent deer gone as if his mere presence had them fleeing. as pleasing as the thought was, he knew the unlikelihood of such a thing. eyes narrowed as he gazed into the unbreakable shadow, the brute shifted forward, his body surging into a faster pace, the ground giving way beneath his feet.
auds down against the furry flat of his skull the brute picked up speed, his body stretching out, weaving between the trees effortlessly, his maw gaped open, tongue lolling as poison dripped onto the vegetation beneath his thick pads. the acidic content sizzled through the trees, had small early growth dying beneath its touch. the rotting brought out the scent of death, of trees drooping beneath the oncoming winter and the impending cold and snows. there was insane joy in his gaze, one that lit his eyes with fierce pride as he raced, alone through the forest. the scents that pervaded the air pushed into his nares, flooded his mind as he categorized each individual scent. it was a scent-orgasm that colored his vision, brightened the darkened corners and filled him with savage glee. then a particular scent caught his attention.
a new land. he halted, almost as abruptly as he had begun and paused, turning his thick muzzle toward the scent and trailing back a few to bury his nose against the base of the tree. there, he thought, having caught the scent of a wolf.
Password: Accepted
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