Post by FeRaLiA on Dec 8, 2007 14:38:38 GMT -5
Name:
Clea
Alias:
Clee
Species and Breed:
Bear, Polar (Ursus maritimus)
Gender:
Female
Age:
1 1/2 years
Family Members:
None, I guess...
Date of Birth:
June 3, 2006
Loner or Clan Member:
Loner (But when someone creates a clan, she'll probably join)
Member or Leader of Clan:
NA
Mental Description:
Clea has a different train of thought then a lot of other animals. She has always been very social and excited, so most of her ideas are pretty broad. She thinks them through, but most of the time, if an idea pops in her head, she carries it out without a second thought about it. To her, all of her plans are meant to succeed. Even though whatever she thinks of most of the time fails, she still believes her thoughts are the best.
But even though Clea is social, wants to be social, and take part in things, sometimes she can't. She's actually a bit mentally disabled, which makes it hard for her to find the right words in a conversation, and to actually have the common sense to know what to do in bad situations. Some of her self confidence comes from her wanting to be normal, so she thinks that she's as good as everyone else. And all of this makes her mind be cluttered up in a jumble trying to sort through these things.
So in Clea's mind, even through her problems, she wants to talk as much as possible, for she hopes one day the problem may just fade away, though really, it never will. She always tries to talk in long conversations, but everyone always seems to inch away from her, because even meant to be short conversations can turn out long because of her problems with speaking.
Poor Clea has a troubled mind, and sometimes she can't handle it all by herself.
Physical Description:
With all that is going on in her mind, you'd think that Clea would be a skinny mess, not knowing what to do with herself. But actually, Clea is a very bulky Polar Bear with quite some muscle. It helped that when she was born, she was the bigger of the two babies. But she just sort of kept growing like she was taking steroids or something. She turned out to be the size of a young male polar bear, and abruptly stopped growing once she reached 1 1/4 years.
Though her body is quite muscular, her head seems very small for her body. Like a bobble-head in reverse. You know, how they have the big heads and the small bodies, Clea has a big body and a small head!
Her paws are average size for a young female polar bear, but her legs are so thick, her paws ended up growing out very flat and wide, much resembling a pancake from all angles.
Though she is a bit different in physical description, if you stand and look at her from afar, she looks pretty find from there.
Appearance:
Clea is basically the same coloration as a regular polar bear: a white creamy color, with a grayish tint to it here and there. Though she does have a large, and random, black spot on her left cheek, making her look like she's wearing dark gray blush.
Her tail is...well...not there. Most polar bears have a short and poofy tail, much like a rabbit. Clea simply lacks one. She has never remembered it being there, nor if it had always been like that. This polar bear just thinks of it as normal, since that is the way she has always been. When she sees other bears with tails, Clea thinks they're the ones that aren't normal.
Clea's fur is in about an average length, about an inch and a half. Toward her belly it gets longer, and droops down about three inches. Whenever she's in the water, all of her hair weighs her down since it's just hanging off like that. Sometimes she can get so annoyed with it, that her mind will just tell her to rip it out...which she does, sometimes.
Most other parts of Clea are normal, not counting her eyes and nose. But besides that, her mouth, ears, snout, and internal organs (lol) are like normal. Though, back to eyes and nose. instead of a black polar bear nose like most, her nose is bright pink, like some kind of cat. Her eyes, instead of brown or black, are really bright green, which makes her stare scary, but warm and friendly at the same time, which is a bit awkward.
Clea is one of those animals who is different...but the same.
Personality:
As I've said in numerous places, Clea wants to be a social animal, and can be very talkative. She loves to be in conversations, and doesn't seem to pick up when she's talking over-excessively, though that rarely happens, for she can't talk to one animal long enough...ever. Since her mental illness makes her stutter, not able to find words, makes her slow, and some other things, no one seems to want to be in a big talk with her, making Clea as lonely as ever.
Besides wanting to be social, having mental problems, and being self confident (read mental description), Clea also likes eating. Yes, a strange hobby, but Clea has always loved to eat things. Her bulkiness might come from there as well. When she swims, and runs, it comes off and gives her some muscle, but she always has loved to eat. Nothing inpaticular, just eating itself. The feel before your eating, while your eating, and after eating. Clea will eat anything from seaweed, to shark meat!
There's not much else to put in Clea's personality, because she is a simple being, and lives simply, acts simply, thinks simply, and is simply.
History:
Clea has had a puzzling history, but remembers it only vaguely, for through her mental problems, she cannot remember much. Though she knows she must try to do what must be done, and that she must do it soon, and quickly. She remembers none of her mother, and little of her father, but she remembers her brother with a burning intensity.
But Clea's history starts back a long time ago, when her parents gave birth to twin cubs: she, and her brother Ano. She, her brother, and parents, were all part of a larger clan during 'The Silent War', and it had been chaos. It isn't confirmed, but her father might have been the leader of the clan.
As she and her brother grew, Ano became more hostile toward the clan. He wasn't one of those born to be a follower. Ano was born to be a leader. In his mind, he wanted to take over the clan, for even at such a young age, he believed he could rule, as well as war, much better than his father.
So when he was eight months (he was also pretty bulky, but not as much as Clea) he took on his father, who had been weakened from a sickness, and slaughtered him. He took up his new leadership with pride, and even with her slow mind, Clea realized what was happening, and did not respect Ano. Her father's death was enough for her.
Soon after, Clea ran from the clan and off by herself. Even though her mind is troubled, one thing for sure, is that she hates her brother, and wishes for him to step down, and let things be. Even through her self confidence she is not sure what to do, and hopes that one day, someone can bring Ano down.
Sample RP:
(This takes place right before Ano kills his father) Clea stumbled out of her icy den and blinked slowly. It had been a long night and she was as tired as ever. The winds had been blowing across the entrance holes, and it had made a noise, that sounded much like a flute, all night long. It had taken forever for her to fall asleep, and when she had, it was already time to wake up.
When she stepped outside, the first thing she noticed was that the entire polar bear clan was huddled around the center of their camp, which was unusual, because everyone always seemed to keep to themselves in the morning. Her father normally only gave announcements in the center of the camp in evenings.
Clea ventured over slowly, moving her feet clumsily, wondering what all the commotion was about. Everyone was huddled together tightly, and even with her large body, couldn't seem to push through them. She stood up on her hind legs, but still wasn't able to tell what was happening in the center of the crowd. What she did know, is that she could smell the strong scent of her father, as well as Ano.
Please...move...o-o-ver... she stuttered ever so slowly to the nearest polar bear. W-w-what...is...go-going ooon... she said again, droning the last word. But nobody seemed to pay attention to her. Their gazing were all fixed on whatever was happening smack in the middle of them.
Clea pressed through the legs of the others, making them shift, but they barely took notice. As she slid through each polar bear, she could see two pairs of moving legs, moving vigorously, in a slight gap in the center.
As she squeezed through the last of her people, she stood herself up, and gasped as she realized what was happening, and it was happening oh so fast: Ano, her own flesh and blood, was attacking her father at full force. It wasn't play fighting, it wasn't just a little tiff, it was an honest to God fight.
Sucking in her breath, Clea froze. What was happening? Why was Ano attacking his own father? A-An-Ano...st-stop...what...are...y-y-y-you...doing...? she tried to ask him, but something slapped across her face, probably Ano, and she fell to the ground.
Clea could feel warm blood across her eyes, and pain jolting from her neck, to her nose. Ano, please... she said quite clearly, before she slipped into an unpleasant unconsiousness...
Any Other Comments: None
Clea
Alias:
Clee
Species and Breed:
Bear, Polar (Ursus maritimus)
Gender:
Female
Age:
1 1/2 years
Family Members:
None, I guess...
Date of Birth:
June 3, 2006
Loner or Clan Member:
Loner (But when someone creates a clan, she'll probably join)
Member or Leader of Clan:
NA
Mental Description:
Clea has a different train of thought then a lot of other animals. She has always been very social and excited, so most of her ideas are pretty broad. She thinks them through, but most of the time, if an idea pops in her head, she carries it out without a second thought about it. To her, all of her plans are meant to succeed. Even though whatever she thinks of most of the time fails, she still believes her thoughts are the best.
But even though Clea is social, wants to be social, and take part in things, sometimes she can't. She's actually a bit mentally disabled, which makes it hard for her to find the right words in a conversation, and to actually have the common sense to know what to do in bad situations. Some of her self confidence comes from her wanting to be normal, so she thinks that she's as good as everyone else. And all of this makes her mind be cluttered up in a jumble trying to sort through these things.
So in Clea's mind, even through her problems, she wants to talk as much as possible, for she hopes one day the problem may just fade away, though really, it never will. She always tries to talk in long conversations, but everyone always seems to inch away from her, because even meant to be short conversations can turn out long because of her problems with speaking.
Poor Clea has a troubled mind, and sometimes she can't handle it all by herself.
Physical Description:
With all that is going on in her mind, you'd think that Clea would be a skinny mess, not knowing what to do with herself. But actually, Clea is a very bulky Polar Bear with quite some muscle. It helped that when she was born, she was the bigger of the two babies. But she just sort of kept growing like she was taking steroids or something. She turned out to be the size of a young male polar bear, and abruptly stopped growing once she reached 1 1/4 years.
Though her body is quite muscular, her head seems very small for her body. Like a bobble-head in reverse. You know, how they have the big heads and the small bodies, Clea has a big body and a small head!
Her paws are average size for a young female polar bear, but her legs are so thick, her paws ended up growing out very flat and wide, much resembling a pancake from all angles.
Though she is a bit different in physical description, if you stand and look at her from afar, she looks pretty find from there.
Appearance:
Clea is basically the same coloration as a regular polar bear: a white creamy color, with a grayish tint to it here and there. Though she does have a large, and random, black spot on her left cheek, making her look like she's wearing dark gray blush.
Her tail is...well...not there. Most polar bears have a short and poofy tail, much like a rabbit. Clea simply lacks one. She has never remembered it being there, nor if it had always been like that. This polar bear just thinks of it as normal, since that is the way she has always been. When she sees other bears with tails, Clea thinks they're the ones that aren't normal.
Clea's fur is in about an average length, about an inch and a half. Toward her belly it gets longer, and droops down about three inches. Whenever she's in the water, all of her hair weighs her down since it's just hanging off like that. Sometimes she can get so annoyed with it, that her mind will just tell her to rip it out...which she does, sometimes.
Most other parts of Clea are normal, not counting her eyes and nose. But besides that, her mouth, ears, snout, and internal organs (lol) are like normal. Though, back to eyes and nose. instead of a black polar bear nose like most, her nose is bright pink, like some kind of cat. Her eyes, instead of brown or black, are really bright green, which makes her stare scary, but warm and friendly at the same time, which is a bit awkward.
Clea is one of those animals who is different...but the same.
Personality:
As I've said in numerous places, Clea wants to be a social animal, and can be very talkative. She loves to be in conversations, and doesn't seem to pick up when she's talking over-excessively, though that rarely happens, for she can't talk to one animal long enough...ever. Since her mental illness makes her stutter, not able to find words, makes her slow, and some other things, no one seems to want to be in a big talk with her, making Clea as lonely as ever.
Besides wanting to be social, having mental problems, and being self confident (read mental description), Clea also likes eating. Yes, a strange hobby, but Clea has always loved to eat things. Her bulkiness might come from there as well. When she swims, and runs, it comes off and gives her some muscle, but she always has loved to eat. Nothing inpaticular, just eating itself. The feel before your eating, while your eating, and after eating. Clea will eat anything from seaweed, to shark meat!
There's not much else to put in Clea's personality, because she is a simple being, and lives simply, acts simply, thinks simply, and is simply.
History:
Clea has had a puzzling history, but remembers it only vaguely, for through her mental problems, she cannot remember much. Though she knows she must try to do what must be done, and that she must do it soon, and quickly. She remembers none of her mother, and little of her father, but she remembers her brother with a burning intensity.
But Clea's history starts back a long time ago, when her parents gave birth to twin cubs: she, and her brother Ano. She, her brother, and parents, were all part of a larger clan during 'The Silent War', and it had been chaos. It isn't confirmed, but her father might have been the leader of the clan.
As she and her brother grew, Ano became more hostile toward the clan. He wasn't one of those born to be a follower. Ano was born to be a leader. In his mind, he wanted to take over the clan, for even at such a young age, he believed he could rule, as well as war, much better than his father.
So when he was eight months (he was also pretty bulky, but not as much as Clea) he took on his father, who had been weakened from a sickness, and slaughtered him. He took up his new leadership with pride, and even with her slow mind, Clea realized what was happening, and did not respect Ano. Her father's death was enough for her.
Soon after, Clea ran from the clan and off by herself. Even though her mind is troubled, one thing for sure, is that she hates her brother, and wishes for him to step down, and let things be. Even through her self confidence she is not sure what to do, and hopes that one day, someone can bring Ano down.
Sample RP:
(This takes place right before Ano kills his father) Clea stumbled out of her icy den and blinked slowly. It had been a long night and she was as tired as ever. The winds had been blowing across the entrance holes, and it had made a noise, that sounded much like a flute, all night long. It had taken forever for her to fall asleep, and when she had, it was already time to wake up.
When she stepped outside, the first thing she noticed was that the entire polar bear clan was huddled around the center of their camp, which was unusual, because everyone always seemed to keep to themselves in the morning. Her father normally only gave announcements in the center of the camp in evenings.
Clea ventured over slowly, moving her feet clumsily, wondering what all the commotion was about. Everyone was huddled together tightly, and even with her large body, couldn't seem to push through them. She stood up on her hind legs, but still wasn't able to tell what was happening in the center of the crowd. What she did know, is that she could smell the strong scent of her father, as well as Ano.
Please...move...o-o-ver... she stuttered ever so slowly to the nearest polar bear. W-w-what...is...go-going ooon... she said again, droning the last word. But nobody seemed to pay attention to her. Their gazing were all fixed on whatever was happening smack in the middle of them.
Clea pressed through the legs of the others, making them shift, but they barely took notice. As she slid through each polar bear, she could see two pairs of moving legs, moving vigorously, in a slight gap in the center.
As she squeezed through the last of her people, she stood herself up, and gasped as she realized what was happening, and it was happening oh so fast: Ano, her own flesh and blood, was attacking her father at full force. It wasn't play fighting, it wasn't just a little tiff, it was an honest to God fight.
Sucking in her breath, Clea froze. What was happening? Why was Ano attacking his own father? A-An-Ano...st-stop...what...are...y-y-y-you...doing...? she tried to ask him, but something slapped across her face, probably Ano, and she fell to the ground.
Clea could feel warm blood across her eyes, and pain jolting from her neck, to her nose. Ano, please... she said quite clearly, before she slipped into an unpleasant unconsiousness...
Any Other Comments: None