Post by ۞Embers۞ on Dec 10, 2007 20:22:33 GMT -5
Name:
Seff
Alias:
None
Species and Breed:
Polar Bear
Gender:
Male
Age:
3 years (human years)
Family Members:
None known
Date of Birth:
December 2, 2004
Loner or Clan Member:
Clan Member
Member or Leader of Clan :
Leader
Mental Description:
Seff is one who has many different pieces to his mind. Sometimes he can think one way, and the next minute, he'll be thinking in another way. Sometimes it can be confusing, even for him, and he has to fit together what he's trying to tell himself.
Seff is both a loving, and aggressive polar bear. When he's on his aggressive side, he normally only shows it when he's severely aggravated, or when something really bad is about to happen. When this happens, his mind tends to not think things through thoroughly, and carry out whatever thing first comes to mind. Sometimes, things can get out of hand entirely, for he can do a lot of damage to one if he willed.
But when Seff's mind is not filled with aggressive thoughts, he can be quite caring. That is why he wishes to start a clan. He thinks he is powerful enough to manage it, though caring enough so that everyone can be friendly toward one another, and for things not to get over the edge. Seff is very passionate toward others in need, and is open to new idea at times. He also has a soft side for cubs.
Physical Description:
Seff is average weighted for a grown male polar bear. He has quite some muscle, but not as much as there could be. He has pretty fair chances in fights, but at times when he is not ready, Seff can lose quite easily.
Most of Seff's body is muscle, not fat, which makes him less warm during the cold seasons, and also makes it harder for him to move around. He is not exactly a fast runner because of this, nor a swift swimmer, so normally he walks versus running, jogging, leaping, jumping, hopping, etc.
Seff has pretty average sized body parts as I said before. His legs are neither long nor short, he is the same as most polar bears in height, his head isn't big or small, so he blends in with the crowd, and as far as his physical description goes, Seff is pretty bland.
Appearance:
Seff has an important like appearance to him, and is always holding his head high. Most mistake this for a type of cockiness, but really, that's just how he's built.
Also, his fur is so glossy, that it shines as brightly as any polar bear. Unlike the dull creamy color of most polar bears, Seff has pure white fur, which he cares much about. He will groom it daily, wash it, and take great care of it. He likes it to look nice, and likes to keep clean. I wouldn't go as far to say he was a neat freak, but he comes pretty close to that type of description at many times, actually.
His fur, along with it's white glossiness, is also quite long, and makes up a bit for his lack of body fat. It is about three inches long along his back, chest, and legs, but as it nears his belly, it gets so short, that it is almost bare. For this reason, in the snow, he never sleeps on his stomach, but on his side or back, to keep from chilling himself.
Personality:
Seff's personality is about a repeat of his mental description, so here's a copy of his mental description: Mental Description
[/b]: Seff is one who has many different pieces to his mind. Sometimes he can think one way, and the next minute, he'll be thinking in another way. Sometimes it can be confusing, even for him, and he has to fit together what he's trying to tell himself. Seff
Alias:
None
Species and Breed:
Polar Bear
Gender:
Male
Age:
3 years (human years)
Family Members:
None known
Date of Birth:
December 2, 2004
Loner or Clan Member:
Clan Member
Member or Leader of Clan :
Leader
Mental Description:
Seff is one who has many different pieces to his mind. Sometimes he can think one way, and the next minute, he'll be thinking in another way. Sometimes it can be confusing, even for him, and he has to fit together what he's trying to tell himself.
Seff is both a loving, and aggressive polar bear. When he's on his aggressive side, he normally only shows it when he's severely aggravated, or when something really bad is about to happen. When this happens, his mind tends to not think things through thoroughly, and carry out whatever thing first comes to mind. Sometimes, things can get out of hand entirely, for he can do a lot of damage to one if he willed.
But when Seff's mind is not filled with aggressive thoughts, he can be quite caring. That is why he wishes to start a clan. He thinks he is powerful enough to manage it, though caring enough so that everyone can be friendly toward one another, and for things not to get over the edge. Seff is very passionate toward others in need, and is open to new idea at times. He also has a soft side for cubs.
Physical Description:
Seff is average weighted for a grown male polar bear. He has quite some muscle, but not as much as there could be. He has pretty fair chances in fights, but at times when he is not ready, Seff can lose quite easily.
Most of Seff's body is muscle, not fat, which makes him less warm during the cold seasons, and also makes it harder for him to move around. He is not exactly a fast runner because of this, nor a swift swimmer, so normally he walks versus running, jogging, leaping, jumping, hopping, etc.
Seff has pretty average sized body parts as I said before. His legs are neither long nor short, he is the same as most polar bears in height, his head isn't big or small, so he blends in with the crowd, and as far as his physical description goes, Seff is pretty bland.
Appearance:
Seff has an important like appearance to him, and is always holding his head high. Most mistake this for a type of cockiness, but really, that's just how he's built.
Also, his fur is so glossy, that it shines as brightly as any polar bear. Unlike the dull creamy color of most polar bears, Seff has pure white fur, which he cares much about. He will groom it daily, wash it, and take great care of it. He likes it to look nice, and likes to keep clean. I wouldn't go as far to say he was a neat freak, but he comes pretty close to that type of description at many times, actually.
His fur, along with it's white glossiness, is also quite long, and makes up a bit for his lack of body fat. It is about three inches long along his back, chest, and legs, but as it nears his belly, it gets so short, that it is almost bare. For this reason, in the snow, he never sleeps on his stomach, but on his side or back, to keep from chilling himself.
Personality:
Seff's personality is about a repeat of his mental description, so here's a copy of his mental description: Mental Description
Seff is both a loving, and aggressive polar bear. When he's on his aggressive side, he normally only shows it when he's severely aggravated, or when something really bad is about to happen. When this happens, his mind tends to not think things through thoroughly, and carry out whatever thing first comes to mind. Sometimes, things can get out of hand entirely, for he can do a lot of damage to one if he willed.
But when Seff's mind is not filled with aggressive thoughts, he can be quite caring. That is why he wishes to start a clan. He thinks he is powerful enough to manage it, though caring enough so that everyone can be friendly toward one another, and for things not to get over the edge. Seff is very passionate toward others in need, and is open to new idea at times. He also has a soft side for cubs.
History:
Seff's history is quite a simple one. He was born far south from where he is now, about as far down as many polar bears live. He was borne to a litter of three cubs, and had a mom and a dad.
The mom, who had not wished to have cubs, abandoned them, not wanting to take care of the cubs whom she had not wanted to have in the first place. So she left her mate (the cubs' father) to tend to them for himself if he wished. The father did not wish for them to die, so he stayed and tried to care for them himself.
But it ended harshly. The first, and weakest cub, died of malnourishment, from, of course, not having it's mother's milk. The second, the strongest of the litter, was captured, and killed by wolves while the father had been out hunting.
Not wanting to see the last of his cubs die because of him, the father left, leaving the third cub, Seff, to fend for himself. Seff actually grew up by himself, surprisingly well, living, and strong. He does not to wish to find either one of his parents, for he finds them traitors to him, but wants to start a clan of his own.
Sample RP:
Seff crept along the narrow pathways of the Spiral Staircase. It was dusk, and the sky was a mixture of gray, white, blue, and black, and the misty clouds were moving quickly, imitating the looks of a spinning vortex. The wind was blowing harshly, and the spinning white clouds where being overtaken by black ones. They devoured each white fluffy remain, as Seff climbed up the mountain.
But he took no notice of any of his surroundings. He was too busy trying to to fall of the edge. It was a long way down into the ravine below, and Seff really didn't want to suffer the long, painful fall, and then *KERSPLAT!* into the sharp rocks inhabiting the gorge. Seff shuddered at the thought.
He moved his bulky body higher up the mountain. He was almost to the tippy top, and he was forcing his heavy body to move up-wards with great force. Seff was tired, and wanted to stop, but his destination was near, and he needed to get there.
The White, and Siberian Tigers normally lived in these parts, but he had heard that wolves were now inhabited this place for the time being. Knowing that his brother had been captured and killed by wolves, he hated them much more than a tiger, and wished to be against them for the rest of his life. He had no pity for wolves.
The reason he was hiking up this wretched mountain, was to seek out, and kill just one of these wolves. Just one, and he would be happy. This was another of his out of control plans, forced out by his own aggravation, and once more, he was determined to carry it out. The blood he would shed, Seff thought nothing of.
The top of the mountain was growing clearer though the haze, but it was still hard to see, for the last of the sun was covered by the black clouds. You could tell that a couple miles away it was raining hard, but he could probably kill before it reached him. Then Seff would camp out on a concealed location on the mountain for the night, and travel all the way back down the next day.
Seff could smell the strong scent of Timber Wolves at the top of the mountain, and forced himself to slow so he could sneak up on them. He padded quietly as near as he could get, and ducked behind a huge rock. It would be time to take action at any moment, and he was ready to do so.
As far as Seff could tell, it didn't look like the wolves detected him, but you never know sometimes. Animals can be really sneaky when they try to. The wolves were all turned, and it was dark. His scent was concealed behind the boulder, and any noise he made was drowned out by the distance rain. It was time now. Three...two...one...go! Seff thought, and then pounced at the nearest wolf, with all of his might...
Any Other Comments:
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