Post by Kesare on Jun 30, 2008 15:27:26 GMT 10
Name:
Kesare (Keh-Sair)
Breed:
Liger
Age:
4 years (thereabouts)
Gender:
Male
Description:
Kesare is in almost every physical aspect a mix (Not surprising when he is in essence a cross-breed) what with the mute brown stripes that pattern his otherwise pale gold coat. He might possibly have been mistaken for an unusually pale tiger if not for his sporting a thick, shaggy mane of a slightly darker tawny.
His face is divided by a thin white scar that cuts diagonally across Kesare's forehead above one golden eye and beneath the left cheekbone- a remnant of his youthful folly- and the top of his head is patterned faintly with a lion cub's rosettes that have extended into his adulthood. His tail, while striped, is tufted at the end and his underbelly bears the creamy paleness characteristic of a tiger.
Personality:
Even as his looks are more reminiscent of his paternal heritage, Kesare's personality veers towards the more secluded habits of his mother, preferring solitude to the intimacy of pride life. His difference is often unwelcome and Kesare has developed a demeanor intended more to repudiate others than draw them closer.
However, despite his dislike for his own kind (and the universe in general for allowing his birth) Kesare is fascinated by cubs. It is not unheard of for him to take up residence on territory belonging to an existing pride and on those occasions he sometimes watches the young ones play from a safe distance. His own experiences at that age are rather hazy and knowing that he will never have cubs of his own (males of his kind being unfortunately sterile) only embitters him further even as he continues to watch.
History:
Kesare was born into a litter of two. His sister was his playmate and best friend until she died at the claws of two juvenile male lions when they happened to wander onto the territory that bordered that of their mother; lion territory. Kesare himself barely escaped with his life, still retaining the scar gained on that day as a reminder of his youthful folly.
When he reached maturity, he left his home to find another, choosing to wander aimlessly through territory after hostile territory. Even though he has less-than-pleasant memories of intruding upon the territory of others, his comparative size (larger even than a male lion) gives him safe passage in most areas so long as he does not try to infringe another's authority.
He often found himself at loose ends, hunting sporadically to keep starvation at bay.
Sample Post:
Hungry again. It was the story of Kesare's life; always wandering, always hungry. He tended not to hunt on claimed territory, rather fearing the consequences that the dominant pride or pack would make fall on him for stealing prey possibly in times of strife.
Oh, but that rabbit was so very tempting... Kesare's mouth was open and saliva was pooling as the scent hit his glands. Automatically, he crouched, tail twitching avidly in anticipation. Claimed territory be damned. Consequences be damned! He would be having that rabbit one way or another!
With the rabbit approaching range, Kesare pounced, already with the taste of rabbit on his tongue.
Kesare (Keh-Sair)
Breed:
Liger
Age:
4 years (thereabouts)
Gender:
Male
Description:
Kesare is in almost every physical aspect a mix (Not surprising when he is in essence a cross-breed) what with the mute brown stripes that pattern his otherwise pale gold coat. He might possibly have been mistaken for an unusually pale tiger if not for his sporting a thick, shaggy mane of a slightly darker tawny.
His face is divided by a thin white scar that cuts diagonally across Kesare's forehead above one golden eye and beneath the left cheekbone- a remnant of his youthful folly- and the top of his head is patterned faintly with a lion cub's rosettes that have extended into his adulthood. His tail, while striped, is tufted at the end and his underbelly bears the creamy paleness characteristic of a tiger.
Personality:
Even as his looks are more reminiscent of his paternal heritage, Kesare's personality veers towards the more secluded habits of his mother, preferring solitude to the intimacy of pride life. His difference is often unwelcome and Kesare has developed a demeanor intended more to repudiate others than draw them closer.
However, despite his dislike for his own kind (and the universe in general for allowing his birth) Kesare is fascinated by cubs. It is not unheard of for him to take up residence on territory belonging to an existing pride and on those occasions he sometimes watches the young ones play from a safe distance. His own experiences at that age are rather hazy and knowing that he will never have cubs of his own (males of his kind being unfortunately sterile) only embitters him further even as he continues to watch.
History:
Kesare was born into a litter of two. His sister was his playmate and best friend until she died at the claws of two juvenile male lions when they happened to wander onto the territory that bordered that of their mother; lion territory. Kesare himself barely escaped with his life, still retaining the scar gained on that day as a reminder of his youthful folly.
When he reached maturity, he left his home to find another, choosing to wander aimlessly through territory after hostile territory. Even though he has less-than-pleasant memories of intruding upon the territory of others, his comparative size (larger even than a male lion) gives him safe passage in most areas so long as he does not try to infringe another's authority.
He often found himself at loose ends, hunting sporadically to keep starvation at bay.
Sample Post:
Hungry again. It was the story of Kesare's life; always wandering, always hungry. He tended not to hunt on claimed territory, rather fearing the consequences that the dominant pride or pack would make fall on him for stealing prey possibly in times of strife.
Oh, but that rabbit was so very tempting... Kesare's mouth was open and saliva was pooling as the scent hit his glands. Automatically, he crouched, tail twitching avidly in anticipation. Claimed territory be damned. Consequences be damned! He would be having that rabbit one way or another!
With the rabbit approaching range, Kesare pounced, already with the taste of rabbit on his tongue.