Post by kunta on Oct 16, 2011 12:35:01 GMT -5
Name;; Kunta
Age;; Five years
Gender;;Female
Breed;; Jaguar
Pride;; None as of yet.
Position;; N/a
Height;;Average
Weight:: One hundred and forty pounds
Appearence;;
Hmm.. how to describe her..well i guess you could say is that kunta is alot like any other of her breed but you would be wrong, the difference starts with her one of a kind dark olive green eyes, and continues with the small black dots on the top side of her paws, alot of people would think their spots but if you look closer unlike the spots on her body, the dots are perfectly circular and pitch black in color, last but not least would be her tail, normally jaguars have spots running the length of their tail but not her, kunta has three pitch black spirals around her tail running from her rump to the tip of her tail.
Personality;;
Kunta's personality is questionable at best, she has the boldness of any male yet chooses to use her words over her strength and speed, if given no other choice then she will fight but until that point is met she will continue to talk and point out any default in her company's plans or points in conversation, alot of animals would call her cocky for doing this but she just calls it being wise. she welcomes any challenger willing to fight her, she would gladly put them in their place. though this does not happen as often as it normally would seeing how she can talk in circles around most animals and usually can cause a unfair fight to turn into her favor or have her foes fight each other instead of attacking her.
She would actually laugh in the face of danger instead of running away, some times she will actually refer to herself in third person just to confuse her would be foes into thinking that she was not the one that they were after, her personality will not allow her to just walk away when someone is in need of help and no one else is around to help that person or animal, she may be insane she may be cocky but the one thing she is not is she is not heartless. she would never ever abandoned someone if there was even the slightest chance that she could help them.
History;;
Kunta can not remember much of her history due to a nasty blow to the back of her head, the only thing she can really remember is taking a stroll by a river and suddenly being attacked from behind, then she was knocked out cold.
Other;;
N/a
Your Name;; Kunta
Other Characters;; N/a
Roleplaying Experience;; Seven years or so
Sample;;From my other rp forum~
The jaguar chuckled softly as he then glanced over at his new found company, as he rose back to a standing position it was made clear that he was taller then his would be foe and as if on cue his muscles rippled under his pelt, this was not to scare or impress the female even if he was interested in mating, which he was not she was not of his breed and mating with her would serve no purpose but to waste time and energy. Regent then yawned softly as a sign of him loosing interest but just as he went to walk away, the female spoke up which caught his attention once more.
"my name is Suria, and you are?"
he looked back at her and in his rough and scuffy voice the jaguar responded, "My name is..Regent and you better remember it because i shall not be repeating it again", without even looking away from her the big cat lowered his paw into the water and with a jerking motion he knocked a trout clear out of the water with the greatest of easy, instead of taking it for himself like he normally would of. he decided to slowly pad into the water, as he did so his pelt instantly got damp and stuck to his body but every once and awhile a rogue current would cause it to move away from his body, the powerful hunter had no problems keeping his head above the water as he just found a rock that was fully submerged and sank his claws into a crack to prevent himself from being overpowered by the rivers current.
"You can have the fish if you desire it" he said as he then closed his eyes, the big cat was seemingly unphased by the dangers that everyone knew about the river during this time of year, he looked down right peaceful with the water flowing freely through out his pelt, his whiskers skimming the surface of the water and his ears were still alert to ensure that he would hear any fool-hearted attack that came his way,even when this hunter was relaxing his guard was still as strong as ever, he didn't even seem worried about the smaller predator that he had just been speaking to, it was as if he were actually a nice feline but most animals even the researchers knew otherwise.
