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Post by Joey on Oct 20, 2011 9:15:33 GMT -5
Name;; Joey
Age;; 5 months
Gender;; Male
Breed;; Malayan Tiger
Pride;; None yet
Position;; None yet
Height;; I'll add it when he's fully grown
Weight:: Will be added :3
Appearence;;
Joey's build is that of a typical tiger's, broad shoulders with heavy paws, a long yet muscular body accompanied by a flexible spine for running and leaping, and a long tail for balancing. His powerful limbs are muscular and strong, yet they can seem almost weightless when in motion. He is slightly smaller than what the size of another tiger cub who has Bengal Tiger in his blood. His head resembles that of an upside down pear; a broad forehead that narrows down to a slightly curved muzzle. His ears are round and able to turn about to hear the slightest sound. Dark orange fur covers Joey's entire body, some places were a dark russet while others are a yellowish-gold in color. Stripes streak over the orange as if it were lightning, ranging from dark brown to jet black in color. Joey''s eyes are a sight to behold. They are almond shaped, slightly narrow with sharp ends. They are a warm, chocolate brown that can melt your heart, along with faint blue-grey streaks.
Personality;;
Annoying - If there can only be one word allowed to describe Joey, it is annoying. He can be anoying when he wants to be, which is almost all the time. He can go on and on for minutes at a time, just saying the same thing over and over again. Which brings you to his next not - so - good point.
Talkative - Joey loves to talk and hear his own voice. Its what he has done since young. He can talk for hours about random things and that makes conversations with him not so pleasant; you probably won't be able to get a word edgewise once he has warmed up.
Stubborn - Because of Joey, the phrase 'as stubborn as a donkey' should be changed to 'as stubborn as Joey'. Once his mind is set on something, there pretty much isn't anyway to stop this stubborn juvenile. If he is determined to keep talking, nothing - except maybe a hard smack - will stop Joey from doing what he pleases.
Sarcastic - Joey has a sharp tongue and an outspoken nature as well. He talks before thinking and his words can slice your feelings without him realizing. Of course, he doesn't mean to but it still hurts anyway. Unlike some others, Joey is quick to apologize for his mistakes once he has seem them.
Caring - Despite his thick headedness, Joey is caring towards others. If you have gained his trust and friendship - which is quite easy - he will give his life to save you. He hates seeing others hurt and will do anything in his power to save the other. His caring nature knows no bounds.
History;;
Other;;
Nothing
Your Name;; Spider
Other Characters;; None
Roleplaying Experience;; Slightly more than a year
Sample;;
Claws clicked on the burning pavement that ran alongside the roads. It was a strangely silent day, none of the usual weekday traffic could be heard, no roars of engines or chatter of humans. Very strange. Without sensing anything wrong about the atmosphere, Iskandar trotted on, head in the air with ears pricked and listening. His small, thin body seemed to find extra reservoirs of energy and strength and was keeping the exhausted young pup moving. Blue orbs, in which golden streaks were starting to make their appearance, stared about but took nothing in. Not that that was surprising, because covering Izzy's eyes was a thin veil, which was the color of grey clouds and mist.
Speaking of grey clouds, that was just the thing that covered the skies which had been clear only minutes ago. Tension crackled the still air, sending uneasy waves rippling through Izzy's spine. "What's this?" he murmured softly to himself. Curiosity overcame his uneasiness and his large eyes flicked about, listening. The howling of the wind roared in the young pup's ears and he flinched. But wait. There were no cars about.. When was there never any cars about?
"What on earth is going on? The world is acting so weird! Maybe I should hide in my box?" Izzy squeaked. But the wind's roar grew even louder and the young pup crouched down, eyes rolling in terror. "Run you idiot! There's a tornado coming!" a voice snapped as paws hit the ground, going in the other direction. The young pup just remained crouched, hoping that this 'tornado' person would bypass him and go catch someone else. "Mr Tornado, could you please leave me alone? I'm pretty tired and I don't feel like playing now. Maybe tomorrow?" he chirped, the words barely leaving his mouth before the wind took it away. The wind's roar was closer and louder now, and Izzy found himself having to practically dig his claws into the pavement to avoid being swept off his paws. Instinct told him to run, and he did; except he was going in the wrong direction. Instead of turning and running the way he had come, he ran forward, straight toward the rising tornado.
Big mistake. Only meters away from the swirling vortex of wind, and it proved too strong for the Pharaoh Hound and lifted his skinny frame. A scream was tugged out of his lips as he went round and round. Iskandar's chest felt tight, his breaths were strained as he struggled to breathe. As quickly as it had rose, the tornado died down, sending the now unconscious puppy sailing toward a stream. Still body gave a loud thump on the rocky bed that ran beside the stream, and Iskandar was still forever. It turns out that a sharp piece of tile had buried itself into the Pharaoh Hound's head and had killed him instantly, along with his body falling onto a large stone that broke it. All around the golden pup was a pool of scarlet blood.
You know, many wonder what one thinks, or does, or says when he knows he is on the brink of death. For Izzy, it had been no different. For all his months on the planet Earth, he had wondered how it would feel like to die, how one could cope wiu the thought that he was dead; if he could think after death. Well, he found out today. Death was full of pain for some, while it came as silently and quickly like the breaths he took. For Iskandar however, the pain was like white-hot fire, searing his head until the young pup gave way to the dizzying blackness that threatend to take hold of him.
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