Soliloquy//Panther

[Soliloquy]

Name;; Soliloquy
Age;; 3 years
Gender;; Male
Breed;; Panther//Melanistic Jaguar
Pride;;----
Position;;---
Height;; 2 feet
Weight:: 150 lbs.

Appearence;;

Soliloquy is a very smooth and sleek creature. He is built for agility and has the stamina that every cat should. This male has a dark black coat, hence the term "melanistic" though in the right lighting, his spots can be seen very vaguely. Sol has sharp claws and teeth and deep green eyes that seem to pierce the soul of his victims. This male's eyes show all of his emotions and can be very mesmerizing to those that he's encountered. Soliloquy is very highly muscled, though he is not bulky, and he can throw his weight around should the need arise. Sol bears the scars of his journey up this point in his life, one in particular on his chest, near his heart. This male has a black button nose, and a pink, raspy tongue. With every cat, there has to be the whiskers, and Sol's are quite long. His tail is long as well and has the blunt end, signature to his breed.

Personality;;

Soliloquy is a very sly cat and he likes playing things cool for the most part. He is the sort of guy that doesn't wear things on his sleeves very often and he lets his actions speak louder than words. He likes being mysterious, quiet, and letting others make their assumptions about him. He doesn’t pay too much mind to what others think and say, but he still leaves others to their own devices. Sol shows a lot of his expression through his bright eyes and he prowls through the jungle like a Panther should. He is somewhat of a solitary cat, and has only had one encounter where that was close to changing, but yet his situation remains unchanged. Sol is inquisitive and observant of all of his surroundings. He picks up on the most minute details that most others wouldn't. His memory is like that of an Elephant…er…Panther. Soliloquy is a charmer and quite smooth when he wants to be at that. He is very introverted and shy upon first meeting him, but still quite friendly. Soliloquy is amiable and interesting to be around. He is humble yet still very brave. Sol will stand up for his principles, though he still has a level head. This male is intelligent and he has wisdom to guide him through his everyday ventures. The downside of being so introverted is that Sol isn’t always able to pursue his dreams and make them come to fruition. He doesn’t always reach out and take what is his, thus he sometimes just fades into the background.
History;;

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Other;;

'Ello poppets!

Your Name;; Sol
Other Characters;;---
Roleplaying Experience;; 11+ years
Sample;;
Tres was meandering through the Emerald Forest lands by himself. At the current point in time, the male had no Beta-ish activities lined up, so he merely went for a stroll by himself. Or the closest thing to a stroll. He didn’t necessarily stroll, but he sort of bounced and hopped to various places. Tres made his way through the pure white snow that had recently collected on the forest floor. With each step, three large paw prints were left behind in the snow. The fourth was not and would never be, there. The time for a season change was growing nearer and nearer, and Tres’ mood was improving gradually. Winter wasn’t the male’s favorite time of the year, and he couldn’t wait for it to pass. Every other season was fine with him, but winter, well that just got his goat. The thought of basically freezing to death and being pelted in frozen drops wasn’t the slightest bit appetizing to Tres. He hated, hated being thrust into the clutches of winter. Shivering wasn’t at the top of anyone’s “fun” list, to be sure. Tres was more of the summer, hot weather type of wolf. The white, black, and brown creature loved the feeling of being by himself at times though, where he wasn’t forced to do things that he didn’t want to do. Not that many wolves could make him do things. Tres loved the feeling of not being coerced to speak to wolves that he didn’t necessarily trust, which was about 95% of the wolves in the pack. And the quietness that the Emerald Forest had was absolutely priceless. This was nice, this thing called peace and quiet. The pack was growing rapidly now, and now Tres needed more and more time to himself. He was sort of the solitary type and he tended to have an aversion to those that he didn’t know well. Having this time alone allowed the male to breathe a little bit more comfortably, stuffy situations didn’t go over well with him. When they occurred, they involved biting, snapping, and of course the “accidental” occasional wound.

As the Beta male moved rather agilely through the territory for a three legged wolf, he scanned the Avia Packlands with his ivy green colored eyes, and a small smile formed on his thin, black lips. Tres padded a few lengths more before stopping between two large trees for a moment of observation. As Tres stood there, he just looked around and took in everything. The atmosphere was placid and calm, just how the male liked it. Tres’ stubby tail bobbed behind his frame shortly before he continued on his way. It was then that a particular scent hit his nose and Tres bent to find its source on the ground. The beast shuffled his muzzle through the alabaster flakes before folding his ears back on his head. A marvelous sneeze exploded from the male’s diaphragm and the sound echoed off of the surrounding trees. Tres couldn’t place the smell, for it was definitely foreign to him, but he chuckled lightly at the sneeze anyways. After his little episode the male kept moving, just seeing what he could see, and enjoying himself. Tres needed some time to think lately, for there was so much going on nowadays. There were pack hunts supposed to happen soon, and spring was the ideal time for new cubs to be born into the pack. Tres would love to welcome new nephews and nieces into the world when the snow melted, but there was a catch. They were going to be sired by the Alpha Neju. The Beta male was forced to obey the other male, though he didn’t like it, and he didn’t like him. Tres didn’t have the motivation to challenge Neju, for his position suited him fine, but should Neju rub him the wrong way once, Tres would sure correct him without warning. Tres didn’t know what Valitrix saw in her mate, but the beast couldn’t convince his sister otherwise. A low sigh exited Tres’ mouth, but his spirits were still up anyways. The cogs in his mind were turning and he felt good moving through the lands aimlessly.

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[LURCH.]

Accepted! :3