Post by wynnyelle on Feb 11, 2008 22:25:43 GMT -5
Ok, here goes nothing.
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[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Ghafula {means suddenly}
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
none
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
kittypet/loner, his mother was from far away{hence his unusual name}
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
3 moons, appears much older...till you start interacting with him.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
tom-kit
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Ghafula is a Savannah cat, with all the trappings that entails. He is light tawny gold, fading to white on his belly, with solid black spots all over. The spots elongate into bars along the sides and back of his longish neck. His tail is three-quarters length and banded with black. He has cheetah-like black 'tear' markings on both cheeks, and a large, padded black nose with a dab of a vertical pink stripe down the middle. His eyes are still changing from blue to what will be a muted amber. He is unusually huge, as befits his breed, with a long, lanky build such that his legs look exaggerated in length and too long for his body. Paw pads: black. Maybe the most distinctive feature of this unusual-looking kit is his enormous dishes of ears. Rounded and set close together on top of his head, they are so large they nearly touch. The backs of both ears are splashed with a dramatic "eyespot" of white. Whiskers are short. His exotic appearance, coupled with his size, can be alarming to the uninitiated, especially if he bowls you over in kitten-play.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
Ah, there it is...took a while to get it to work.
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[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
{Hyper}active, Ghafula is playful x 10. He loves to explore and is full of innocence and could have been more scarred by his experiences than he is. He is idealist and full of dreams that he wants to live out. Right now, though, he can't even hunt...
He loves play-wrestling, leaping, running, pouncing, water, swimming and the rain.
He can be shy and fearful, especially of humans, but more than anything he wants to assert himself against a world that sometimes overwhelms him, and make sense of his past, find his future, and uncover who and what he is. I would say more about his history here, but as there is no requirement for stating a character's history, I will just say that he was an excessively expensive kitten sold as a pet, who just got loose from a home of twolegs only a day or so ago and is wandering lost and bewildered. I will leave the rest to be slowly uncovered as I RP him. If you would prefer to know more history before I start, just let me know.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Ghafula had just stepped out from underneath the eaves of apple tree branches and into the green sea of a summer backyard lawn, when he became aware of a strange sound. Dish-like ears swiveled on his head as the gentle noise rose. He couldn't tell where it was coming from or what was making it. It came from all around him, and it grew louder.
He only realised what it was when he felt cool little drops pat his nose and ears. It was falling water, and it was coming from...
"The sky. It comes from the sky," the kit whispered in a barely audible breath as he looked upwards and felt the rain pelt his face. Ghafula had always wondered what it really -was- when rain started to happen on the other side of the window. "The sky!" He gave a hiss of excitement and ran through the grass feeling rain for the first time.
If only his brother and sister were here. If only someone were here--anyone. If only he hadn't had to leave everyone he had known behind, probably forever. Ghafula stopped his racing and leaping when it hit him that he had left the twoleg-nest for good and was never going to see Annabel again. As the rain fell a little harder he made his way to the rotting, grey wood fence that bordered the back of the yard. He bunched his long legs, judged the distance to the uppermost horizontal beam and leaped. In a desperate scrabble of claws he missed. With a growl, he gathered his strength and leaped again. This time he made it, with a scramble of back legs. He poked his head over the other side of the fence, looked to the ground below and tried to clamber his way over the spike posts without falling. Slipping a couple of times, he hissed and hung on. Finally he made it to where he could leap down to the ground on the other side.
The shower had died down. In its misty, humid wake he wandered on, feeling that empty feeling and realising he didn't know what or where he was going to get anything to eat.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
blood
~*~*~*~*~
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Ghafula {means suddenly}
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
none
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
kittypet/loner, his mother was from far away{hence his unusual name}
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
3 moons, appears much older...till you start interacting with him.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
tom-kit
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Ghafula is a Savannah cat, with all the trappings that entails. He is light tawny gold, fading to white on his belly, with solid black spots all over. The spots elongate into bars along the sides and back of his longish neck. His tail is three-quarters length and banded with black. He has cheetah-like black 'tear' markings on both cheeks, and a large, padded black nose with a dab of a vertical pink stripe down the middle. His eyes are still changing from blue to what will be a muted amber. He is unusually huge, as befits his breed, with a long, lanky build such that his legs look exaggerated in length and too long for his body. Paw pads: black. Maybe the most distinctive feature of this unusual-looking kit is his enormous dishes of ears. Rounded and set close together on top of his head, they are so large they nearly touch. The backs of both ears are splashed with a dramatic "eyespot" of white. Whiskers are short. His exotic appearance, coupled with his size, can be alarming to the uninitiated, especially if he bowls you over in kitten-play.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
Ah, there it is...took a while to get it to work.
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[/url][glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
{Hyper}active, Ghafula is playful x 10. He loves to explore and is full of innocence and could have been more scarred by his experiences than he is. He is idealist and full of dreams that he wants to live out. Right now, though, he can't even hunt...
He loves play-wrestling, leaping, running, pouncing, water, swimming and the rain.
He can be shy and fearful, especially of humans, but more than anything he wants to assert himself against a world that sometimes overwhelms him, and make sense of his past, find his future, and uncover who and what he is. I would say more about his history here, but as there is no requirement for stating a character's history, I will just say that he was an excessively expensive kitten sold as a pet, who just got loose from a home of twolegs only a day or so ago and is wandering lost and bewildered. I will leave the rest to be slowly uncovered as I RP him. If you would prefer to know more history before I start, just let me know.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Ghafula had just stepped out from underneath the eaves of apple tree branches and into the green sea of a summer backyard lawn, when he became aware of a strange sound. Dish-like ears swiveled on his head as the gentle noise rose. He couldn't tell where it was coming from or what was making it. It came from all around him, and it grew louder.
He only realised what it was when he felt cool little drops pat his nose and ears. It was falling water, and it was coming from...
"The sky. It comes from the sky," the kit whispered in a barely audible breath as he looked upwards and felt the rain pelt his face. Ghafula had always wondered what it really -was- when rain started to happen on the other side of the window. "The sky!" He gave a hiss of excitement and ran through the grass feeling rain for the first time.
If only his brother and sister were here. If only someone were here--anyone. If only he hadn't had to leave everyone he had known behind, probably forever. Ghafula stopped his racing and leaping when it hit him that he had left the twoleg-nest for good and was never going to see Annabel again. As the rain fell a little harder he made his way to the rotting, grey wood fence that bordered the back of the yard. He bunched his long legs, judged the distance to the uppermost horizontal beam and leaped. In a desperate scrabble of claws he missed. With a growl, he gathered his strength and leaped again. This time he made it, with a scramble of back legs. He poked his head over the other side of the fence, looked to the ground below and tried to clamber his way over the spike posts without falling. Slipping a couple of times, he hissed and hung on. Finally he made it to where he could leap down to the ground on the other side.
The shower had died down. In its misty, humid wake he wandered on, feeling that empty feeling and realising he didn't know what or where he was going to get anything to eat.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
blood
