Post by caesar on Oct 12, 2010 19:53:09 GMT -5
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a word, a look, lights a hidden fuse.[/center]
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tell us your place in this world.
name.
silvelyrin [ silv - eh - leer - rin ] ; silve [ silv - eh ].
gender.
male.
age.
three years.
orientation.
bisexual.
group.
volatilis.
rank.
guardian.
just staring you in the eye.[/size]
brief outlook.
large, lithe golden-brown bengal tom with striking silver eyes.
appearance.
oh, now on the inside.[/size]
favorites.
sunshine, leaves, snow, running, kittens, protecting, crystals, birds, birdsong, eating, acting cute, acting like a kitten, when his serious business is taken seriously, respect, love, smiles, the smell of rain, rain in general, lightning flashes, success.
disregards.
thunder, days that are too hot, days that are too cold, ice, briers, pain, being useless, complete silence, the feeling of hunger, being laughed at for trying to save some semblance of innocence, when his jokes are taken seriously, disrespect, frowns and grimaces, floods, failure.
fears.
not succeeding in life, never being loved unconditionally, starvation, sickness, becoming emotionless, dying alone, large moths, large spiders.
brief inlook.
short personality
personality.
a glimmer of past, present, and future.[/size]
lineage.
silvelaink, father. silver bengal tom with silver eyes. deceased.
lyrana, mother. golden-brown bengal she-cat with green eyes. deceased.
aurelius, brother. tiny silver bengal tom. deceased.
history.
silvelaink was an amazingly handsome cat - at least, in his world. a god in his own mind, very few she-cats were worthy enough to bear his kits, and even fewer were pretty enough. a vain cat, silvelaink wanted to keep the bengal genes 'pure' (bengals are, after all, the most beautiful of all cats); he would not take a mate from another breed. eventually, the tom settled for a young she-cat, a very pretty golden-brown bengal with, as he saw it, no pride in her looks.
lyrana was younger than her mate by two years. the prospect of kits was the only thing that drove her to take him; she knew that he would have little to do with the kits if they ended up like her - intelligent beings who weren't caught up with the superficial worries of pulchritude. she also remembered silvelaink's father and mother, who were both kind and respectful cats. she hoped the kits would be like them.
lyrana gave birth to two kits. a tiny silver bengal and a large golden-brown bengal; both were male. the tiny silver one she named aurelius, though he did not make it through the night. lyrana was prepared to bury her last remaining son beside the first, but as the days passed by, he kept going strong - and she quit expecting him to die. eventually, she named the kitten silvelyrin, presumably after his father, but really for his grandfather, silvelaink's father, and lyrana herself.
silvelaink didn't pay much attention to his son, the imperfect behemoth-kit. it wouldn't do any good, his son had already been tainted by the softness of the mothers and grew humble, prideless. when silvelyrin was five months old his parents died of sickness. he cried for them both - the father he had never really known, and the mother he didn't get to know long enough.
at six months old, silvelyrin became an apprentice. the convivial tom was taken on by the guardian, and thus began his training. it was slow going, and his kindly but stern mentor showed him everything he could ever make use for - fighting, basic medical aid, how to protect, battle tactics and strategies, and how to create a diversion. the lessons were long, but well worth it.
in the midst of his training, silvelyrin began to notice something odd. when angered or frustrated, small flames of a silver color would lick at his paws, scorching the hair there. afraid, silvelyrin began asking his mentor to not stray far from the lakes of the rutilus decor or the streams of the rutari plains. training was interrupted many times by the uncontrolled silver flames; when they sprung up, silvelyrin would take to the water like a grounded fish. snarling at himself, small silver bursts dancing along the top of the water, the tom made quite a sight. his mentor would often have to drag him to the priest to be treated for burns, much to silvelyrin's chagrin.
my puppet master is here.[/size]
nickname.
caesar.
why you joined.
the unique plot ( and the amazing skin / graphics )
how you found us.
an ad on chaos.
roleplay sample.
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