Post by Corr on Dec 20, 2011 17:20:20 GMT -5
Name;; Corr
Age;; 7 years
Gender;; male
Breed;; lion
Pride;; none (yet)
Position;; none (king hopefully)
Height;; 3'10
Weight:: 430
Appearence;; Corr's pelt has dark russet tint to it. It would look like dried blood in the dark, but in the light it gleams and ripples as he moves. His walk is very proud and sure. That might have something to do with his immense size, though. His eyes are a soulless amber that could kill with a look. His mane is large and dark. The tip near his shoulder is black while the rest steadily fades to a dark brown color. Corr has scars dotting his body from fights that he can't remember. At the base of his tail he has numerous scars from turning his back on various lions and lionesses. He has one scar going from the top of his right eyebrow to the start of his muzzle. It didn't harm his eye since his eye was clenched shut when he got that scratch.
His claws are curled cruelly and on his front left paw one of his claws are missing. On a human it would be the middle finger or claw. His paws are huge and rippling with muscle. Well, his whole body is rippling with muscle really. His yellowing fangs have small, hairline, cuts on them from hunts, fights, and grinding his teeth when he gets frustrated.
Personality;; Corr isn't good, but he isn't pure evil. He is twisted and heartless but he has good traits too. Even though, they are vastly outnumbered by his bad traits. He is power hungry and will do anything to get to the top. Mercy is never an option when he does make it to the top towards those that got in his way. Exile is their fate when he is in a great mood, unless exile will help him stay in power. Corr is proud and would sooner die than live below anyone. His hunger for power is only a side effect to this. His pride burns inside him and threatens to scorch anyone that tries and douse it.
Corr is also cunning. He doesn't rely on his strength or size to win a pride, he uses his brains just as much. But, using his strength and size are his favorite way to win a fight. Corr looks down on males that are weak and groveling. They should all be killed to make room for the strong.
Corr is brave; he will fight to the death for those that have a nice place in his heart. His sons are always his favorite in his heart. Once he has one he will raise the boy to be a ruler far away, or at least try to. Corr doesn't give a shit if other cats think he is an evil tyrant. They can hate as much as they want as long as they fear is His saying. That saying is not entirely true though. He does care what his loved ones and few friends think about him. Corr, like almost any other male, has an obsession with females. Once he catches them they are his.
History;; Corr was born to a queen and the most twisted father that ever lived. His mother was mostly good but her hunger for prestige attracted her to the leader of the largest pride in the area. She wooed him and he made her his queen. Corr was her first born and the only cub to survive his father's grueling teachings. He was taught by his father to hate the weak and always be at the top or be dead. All of those teachings rubbed in to Corr's personality and he would have been more wicked than his father if his mother hadn't taught him the about the nicer things in life. Her quiet teachings pulled him away from the path he was set on from his father. He didn't develop and very outstandingly nice traits like his mother, but he was better.
Corr was two years old when he was chased out of the pride by his father. Corr left then and started to travel and search for a home where he could be a better king than his father. He traveled north and west for months until he came upon his current home. He has come in and is now plotting to set himself up as a king somewhere.
Other;; NA
Your Name;; Firefox
Other Characters;; none
Roleplaying Experience;; I am intermediate
Sample;; Malus felt like the most gorgeous thing that had ever flown. The morning sun glinted off of h dark purple scales in a stunning way. She was sure that the shine was visible from the ground. Her mind drifted to the poor humans that were stuck on the ground permanently. Such a sad life.
Malus looked at the land and spied a group of sheep on a mountain far below. Well, the very top of the mountain was only a couple hundred feet below. Malus tucked in her wings and plummeted towards her prey. She spread her claws out wide and snapped open her wings. Her claws sank in to soft flesh and she roared out with satisfaction. Hunting brought the savagery that lay dormant otherwise. She started to tear at the warm meat delightedly. It was delicious! Malus was distracted by some blood that was pooling in a shape. The shape looked like a dragon. It wasn't a very good depiction though. The blood didn't shine like scales did. Malus dipped her claw in the pool of bleed and dragged the tip across the rock. She studied the line of red on the rock and gasped suddenly. She dipped her claw in the blood again and added to the line. She repeated her process of line making until she was satisfied with her picture. She looked at it and saw a leaf-less tree. The elf that had taught her in her first years had tried to explain drawing to her. Malus had never gotten it though.
"See the lines make a picture. This is called drawing. You can make anything that your mind wants with it. many humans and elves do this everyday for their entire lives." Her old mentor explained. He showed an image of a blossom that had barely opened. She studied it and thought it silly to waste time on such a useless thing. Why not go and grab a blossom instead of spending hours doing that? Her mentor started to speak again "I will teach you how to use those pretty claws of yours to draw if it's the last thing I do!" They worked on drawing for the rest of the day, but she could never make the simplest of things. The memory faded and Malus let loose a roar. She had had to wait for one hundred and ninety years to learn that. She felt pride swelling inside her and blew out some red flame on the drawing It dried and stuck to the rock. She looked at it once more and smiled.
She turned to her meal then and started to rip and tear at it. Memories of her first years danced through her head. She felt the old rage fro when she had been drowning in her own solitude. Those times she had been more animal than dragon. She couldn't think or feel anything that was not a primal instinct. The memory made Malus shiver.
a sample from Dragon Spire. That ok?