Post by ᴥPandoraᴥ on Nov 25, 2011 17:43:18 GMT -6
Name: Percy (Perce)
Age: 6 years, around young adult to a teenager.
Gender: Male
Species: Polar Bear
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Doesn't have one but might roam in a small bear group one day.
Rank: Loner
Weight: 859 lbs and still growing larger.
Height: 9' feet in length and 59 inches at the shoulder.
Description: Thick, long cream engulfs his large physique. Body is more elongated then his compact cousin the brown bear. Bearing (No pun intended) a long thick snout with a ebony nose, his paws are larger with scooped short, stocky black claws on the digits. His fore-leg 'mane' streams off in a long sway of fur portraying his age and strength. Irises bore a deep chocolate brown milky hue. Features are softer showing he's younger then most bears but is still an adult. Even though his pelt is a glowing ivory, it's a bit tan around the haunches in age. A deep scar etches into the side of his and and along his left shoulder, other similar less deep lines follows the path. Some fur is missing on the deepest wound.
Picture:
History: Being the last born of a litter of two, he wasn't looked upon much. He wasn't the best even though he wanted to be, but he liked talking to the foxes, seals, and other creatures around. They were very nice to him. His parents despised in greatly and often punished him. His father left his mom and trailed away for a new mate, this left Percy extremely sad but he still had his bother Moonu. Moonu was brave and strong and Percy found himself looking up to his brother, not jealous. Though his brother often picked on him he didn't get offended, as long as he was getting attention. The lack of attention drove Percy into a longing state to please his parents, when the day came to hunt he was off to find a seal amongst the billows of white powder. He found a young seal stuck on the ice, a fluffy creamy russet color. He paused before killing her, frozen the eyes. Oddly enough she was gorgeous to kill, she was scared so he assured her, he wouldn't kill her. After that he wondered off and killed a penguin instead. Percy met her each day after that, he liked her kindness more and more. His mother found out and killed her, ate her right in front of him. Then she called him a disgrace among bears and delivered a scar he never forgotten, the paw she used to kill his friend.
Where do you live? He wonders the tundra having no home and sleeps anywhere.
Family/Friends/Enemies? Leaving it to roleplay.
Personality: Young and spirited he still seems a bit immature but he is very responsible and prefers to act childish because serious-ness just gives everyone frowns. When the time calls he can be a bit serious, often lonely and called a disgrace among bears because he prefers to be nice to food instead of eating all the time. He wants a lot of friends even if it calls for it being a penguin or Ring seal. He just wants to fit instead of being... a misfit.
Sample Post:
Large burly paws was hauled across the powdery canvas. With each landing sent the snow to disperse evenly around it. Cranium held low as chocolate orbs skimmed the endless surroundings. The Ursadai rose his head ceasing his lumbered gait to gaze at the circle that was chiseled into the ice, bubbles breaking the glass like surface. Percy peered into the pool until he noticed a nose poke up and his eyes et the fear before it swiftly dove down. A frown tugged his maw, gaze softened as he knew he would be a misfit anywhere. This scar told each bear he was an disgrace and just the image of a bear scared off every seal. He enjoyed seals, he would eat only few but preferred them alive. The remembrance of his first love burned in his brain like a photo. Features contorted in pain as he jerked away from the pool before remembering serious-ness gives forwnies only so he dismissed the pain.
Shoulders hunched as his gait jerked into an awkward run, even from his bear like lumber. One leg was strange and gave off lamer walk/run. His mother struck a nerve which makes the leg numb and hard to maneuver with so The memory was forever. It hindered fights, swimming, and sometimes hunting because his dominant arm was his left. He learned to deal with it by strengthening his other limbs so he didn't have to rel on it a lot. Petite ears twitched as well as his nose lurching, he scented a seal pup. Shifting his position he gazed around, he wasn't hungry so he ignored it. Paws thundered into a steady run, jowls gaped allowing thick billows of breath to escape. This was him, he has to embrace it.
Age: 6 years, around young adult to a teenager.
Gender: Male
Species: Polar Bear
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Doesn't have one but might roam in a small bear group one day.
Rank: Loner
Weight: 859 lbs and still growing larger.
Height: 9' feet in length and 59 inches at the shoulder.
Description: Thick, long cream engulfs his large physique. Body is more elongated then his compact cousin the brown bear. Bearing (No pun intended) a long thick snout with a ebony nose, his paws are larger with scooped short, stocky black claws on the digits. His fore-leg 'mane' streams off in a long sway of fur portraying his age and strength. Irises bore a deep chocolate brown milky hue. Features are softer showing he's younger then most bears but is still an adult. Even though his pelt is a glowing ivory, it's a bit tan around the haunches in age. A deep scar etches into the side of his and and along his left shoulder, other similar less deep lines follows the path. Some fur is missing on the deepest wound.
Picture:
History: Being the last born of a litter of two, he wasn't looked upon much. He wasn't the best even though he wanted to be, but he liked talking to the foxes, seals, and other creatures around. They were very nice to him. His parents despised in greatly and often punished him. His father left his mom and trailed away for a new mate, this left Percy extremely sad but he still had his bother Moonu. Moonu was brave and strong and Percy found himself looking up to his brother, not jealous. Though his brother often picked on him he didn't get offended, as long as he was getting attention. The lack of attention drove Percy into a longing state to please his parents, when the day came to hunt he was off to find a seal amongst the billows of white powder. He found a young seal stuck on the ice, a fluffy creamy russet color. He paused before killing her, frozen the eyes. Oddly enough she was gorgeous to kill, she was scared so he assured her, he wouldn't kill her. After that he wondered off and killed a penguin instead. Percy met her each day after that, he liked her kindness more and more. His mother found out and killed her, ate her right in front of him. Then she called him a disgrace among bears and delivered a scar he never forgotten, the paw she used to kill his friend.
Where do you live? He wonders the tundra having no home and sleeps anywhere.
Family/Friends/Enemies? Leaving it to roleplay.
Personality: Young and spirited he still seems a bit immature but he is very responsible and prefers to act childish because serious-ness just gives everyone frowns. When the time calls he can be a bit serious, often lonely and called a disgrace among bears because he prefers to be nice to food instead of eating all the time. He wants a lot of friends even if it calls for it being a penguin or Ring seal. He just wants to fit instead of being... a misfit.
Sample Post:
Large burly paws was hauled across the powdery canvas. With each landing sent the snow to disperse evenly around it. Cranium held low as chocolate orbs skimmed the endless surroundings. The Ursadai rose his head ceasing his lumbered gait to gaze at the circle that was chiseled into the ice, bubbles breaking the glass like surface. Percy peered into the pool until he noticed a nose poke up and his eyes et the fear before it swiftly dove down. A frown tugged his maw, gaze softened as he knew he would be a misfit anywhere. This scar told each bear he was an disgrace and just the image of a bear scared off every seal. He enjoyed seals, he would eat only few but preferred them alive. The remembrance of his first love burned in his brain like a photo. Features contorted in pain as he jerked away from the pool before remembering serious-ness gives forwnies only so he dismissed the pain.
Shoulders hunched as his gait jerked into an awkward run, even from his bear like lumber. One leg was strange and gave off lamer walk/run. His mother struck a nerve which makes the leg numb and hard to maneuver with so The memory was forever. It hindered fights, swimming, and sometimes hunting because his dominant arm was his left. He learned to deal with it by strengthening his other limbs so he didn't have to rel on it a lot. Petite ears twitched as well as his nose lurching, he scented a seal pup. Shifting his position he gazed around, he wasn't hungry so he ignored it. Paws thundered into a steady run, jowls gaped allowing thick billows of breath to escape. This was him, he has to embrace it.