Post by Sophia on Jan 4, 2012 16:50:46 GMT -5
I'm only 3 years from you. So leave a guy alone .
{ NAME } Syrian
{ PRONUNCIATION } Sigh-ree-in
{ GROUP } None yet
{ SPECIES } Caracal
{ APPEARANCE } Syrian is a large male for a small cat like the caracal, with a bigger than normal frame. He bears the characteristics of basically all caracals: soft sandy and brown fur, round instead of slit pupils, and large ears with tufts of black fur on top. His eyes are light greenish in color and overall, he is a very charming young cat. He is slender and well-muscled, always ready for an attack. He runs very fast, though doesn’t even compare to the cheetah. Syrian’s jaw is short and powerful, helping him to hunt and eat with ease.
Syrian is charming and handsome, which he uses to his best advantage. His scars remind him of the tough battles he’s had, and he likes to show them off.
{ PERSONALITY } Syrian is proud of his abilities, most of them his looks. He is a fairly experiences warrior and likes to test his abilities to the greatest. He is cunning and intelligent but does not exercise his mind, instead choosing appearance over brains. This becomes a flaw. He does, however, like to plan things out before he does them, and hates surprises, which makes him vulnerable to ambushes. He was grown careful and always watches to see if there are any strangers around. Usually, Syrian sets out to look for the stranger and decides to figure out if they are dangerous or not before approaching. This means he judges by appearance mainly – another of his many flaws.
For his skills, Syrian mainly relies on appearance rather than his brain, but uses his noggin when needed. Often, he underestimates the enemy, though he ought to have learned by now. He is well-muscled and courageous, but perhaps he does not know the difference between brave and absolute stupidity.
{ HISTORY } Syrian was used to being overshadowed by his sister, Andromeda, as a child. She was always the better runner, better hunter, better-looking (though in his opinion, ugly), not such a troublemaker, better cub. He always thought that if they maybe got rid of her for the better, then he would be a better cub. Andromeda was a brat, though the adults were too busy admiring her skill to notice. She’d brag and boast in front of Syrian, which made him want to just kill her, a strange thought for such a generous cub.
At last, proclaiming him a failure, his cold-hearted parents, with Andromeda’s full support, jettisoned him out of the family. Syrian couldn’t say he was sad, but he didn’t have a morsel of food to live by until a kind, loving cat found him and nurtured him like he never thought he would be nurtured. He was taught how to hunt just before the cat died. After a long time of mourning and grief, Syrian at last moved on to become a handsome warrior, a work of art.
He now laughs at the thought that Andromeda had been better than him, because one night he saw her starved form. Although she had bullied him, Syrian helped her to hunt and taught her tips on how to catch food. She left without a single word of thanks, but never bothered him again.
{ OTHER } None, I think.
The stars align to bring me into view.
