Post by terror on Sept 10, 2015 20:00:46 GMT -6
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Name: Terror
Age: One Year
Birth Season: Autumn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Aromantic Pansexual
Genetics: oo/BB/dd/dmdm/ii/Ss/CC/ww/aa/McMc/LL/mkmk
Breed: American Shorthair x Maine Coon
Size: Extra Large, Stocky
Eye color: Light Green
Coat color: Blue Mackerel Tabby With White.
Coat length: Short
Markings: Black stripes; lighter gray/white areas on muzzle, chest, underbelly, and legs
Distinct features: --
Personality: Terror, as his name implies, can be quite horrific. He's arrogant, cocky, and manipulative but this all stems from problems during his childhood. He doesn't trust anyone, at all, ever. If you manage to make him trust you, you must be magic or something, because he's had it engraved in his head that trust is foolish and fools all die. He doesn't believe in love or relationships or family or even friendship. One might say he's a bit of a whore, sleeping around with anyone that will spare him a second glance, this coming from his need for... not affection, not love, but something. He just isn't quite sure what that is. He doesn't want to be intimate with other cats, he just... doesn't want to spend every second of every day all by himself. He never actually spends the night with anyone, though. He's the "hit it and quit it" type that so many find disgusting. He can also be incredibly violent, not afraid to fight anyone for the smallest reasons. He is confident in his fighting abilities, confident that he can destroy anyone that wants to destroy him. You could say he has a serious case of paranoia, just don't let him hear you say that because he might just try to tear your tongue out so you can never speak about him behind his back again.
History: When you live with a group of wild, nomadic loners... home isn't a concept that you learn. Abandoned as a newborn, Terror was taken in by a wandering group who had a few nursing queens with kits of their own. Deciding not to leave him alone, they carried him with them, only staying in one place long enough for the kits to learn how to walk. You might think that this would have made him believe in love, in friendship, at least, but it didn't, because the group that raised him were awful. They fought constantly, leaving those too injured to walk on their own in the dust to die. They had no official leader, no structure, they just stuck together to making raiding easier. They would attack helpless, innocent loners that either lived in other groups or who just lived by themselves. Terror got in fights of his own, even as a kit. He would fight with the other kits his age, the adults never really paying much attention to them. It was survival of the fittest. He grew tired of their ways, of the constant bickering and fighting, and decided to go out on his own. No one, to his knowledge, even knew that he left... or cared.
Name: Terror
Age: One Year
Birth Season: Autumn
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Aromantic Pansexual
Genetics: oo/BB/dd/dmdm/ii/Ss/CC/ww/aa/McMc/LL/mkmk
Breed: American Shorthair x Maine Coon
Size: Extra Large, Stocky
Eye color: Light Green
Coat color: Blue Mackerel Tabby With White.
Coat length: Short
Markings: Black stripes; lighter gray/white areas on muzzle, chest, underbelly, and legs
Distinct features: --
Personality: Terror, as his name implies, can be quite horrific. He's arrogant, cocky, and manipulative but this all stems from problems during his childhood. He doesn't trust anyone, at all, ever. If you manage to make him trust you, you must be magic or something, because he's had it engraved in his head that trust is foolish and fools all die. He doesn't believe in love or relationships or family or even friendship. One might say he's a bit of a whore, sleeping around with anyone that will spare him a second glance, this coming from his need for... not affection, not love, but something. He just isn't quite sure what that is. He doesn't want to be intimate with other cats, he just... doesn't want to spend every second of every day all by himself. He never actually spends the night with anyone, though. He's the "hit it and quit it" type that so many find disgusting. He can also be incredibly violent, not afraid to fight anyone for the smallest reasons. He is confident in his fighting abilities, confident that he can destroy anyone that wants to destroy him. You could say he has a serious case of paranoia, just don't let him hear you say that because he might just try to tear your tongue out so you can never speak about him behind his back again.
History: When you live with a group of wild, nomadic loners... home isn't a concept that you learn. Abandoned as a newborn, Terror was taken in by a wandering group who had a few nursing queens with kits of their own. Deciding not to leave him alone, they carried him with them, only staying in one place long enough for the kits to learn how to walk. You might think that this would have made him believe in love, in friendship, at least, but it didn't, because the group that raised him were awful. They fought constantly, leaving those too injured to walk on their own in the dust to die. They had no official leader, no structure, they just stuck together to making raiding easier. They would attack helpless, innocent loners that either lived in other groups or who just lived by themselves. Terror got in fights of his own, even as a kit. He would fight with the other kits his age, the adults never really paying much attention to them. It was survival of the fittest. He grew tired of their ways, of the constant bickering and fighting, and decided to go out on his own. No one, to his knowledge, even knew that he left... or cared.