Post by Rainor on Jan 2, 2013 17:38:30 GMT -6
NAME: Seaver Caln
GENDER: Male
AGE: Adult
SPECIES: Feline, Eyra (Jaguarundi)
RANK: Swashbuckler
EYE COLOR: Amber/ light brown
FUR COLOR: A chestnut color that becomes slightly lighter at his underbelly
ELEMENTS: Dark Fire
DESCRIPTION:
As of his species, Seaver is a small cat (Slightly larger than a house cat) with a slender body, short powerful legs, a long tail, and has a weasel-like look about him. He has a flat triangular-shaped head, his ears are small and rounded, though they are now ragged and torn, and his short, unmarked fur cannot conceal the scars he has gained over the years.
Due to his small size, Seaver relies on his speed and skills rather than brute strength to get him through his battles. He is a quick learner, light of paw, and even faster with a tomahawk.
Many pay no attention to him, and that’s how he likes it to be. It means he can get away with swindling another cat or perhaps slipping a blade between someone’s ribs. He doesn’t mind the dirty work, for that’s what he does well.
PERSONALITY:
An air of confidence seems to surround this small cat, but do not mistake this for haughtiness. Yes, he is confident, but overconfidence can lead to one’s downfall. He is ever watchful and is a cat that takes things in his own stride. His calm disposition means that he is level-headed and rarely is provoked, but when he is, you better get out of the way.
Seaver is a cat who prefers to think his way through situations, and his eyes light up when there is something new to be explored or perhaps a riddle to be solved. He is undaunted by fights and storms, a willing hand and ready to defend his crewmates, even if it costs him his life. He is curious and, at one point in his life, excitable to a fault (only a few things will get his heart pounding and his blood racing anymore).
Though the sea has robbed him of his once, almost ever-present excitement, a thrill still runs through him when sees the great expanse of water stretching far into the distance. Seaver is at his happiest when he can feel the deck of the ship gently rolling underneath his paws, his pipe firmly in his mouth and the smoke fills the air with its lingering sweet smell (He smokes fruit) that mingles with the scent of the salt water.
HISTORY:
Seaver was born in a not well-to-do family, who were cons and thieves. Because of this, the family moved often. At each new place he would see, a wide-eyed Seaver would gape. Never before had he seen anything like it and all he wanted to do was learn its secrets. Instead he was taught (or tried to be taught) the family trade. Realizing that their young son had no interest in the business, his parents gave up on him.
The kit though, was curious, excitable, and as he quickly found out, forgettable. He was left in the middle of the streets, unable to keep up with his parents as they fled the latest town they were in. He cried, as only a kit can, but no one paid attention for no one cared. So he picked himself up and brushed himself off, so to speak, and headed off on his own, with his curiosity leading.
As he grew, Seaver learned the ways of the streets. He fought, stole, conned, found out he had the ability of dark fire (Though it was very minute) and did anything to keep himself alive, but his insatiable curiosity could not be curbed. He wanted to see more than the town he had been living in for the past several years, so he did. With his belt and a pair of tomahawks he had taken from a downed enemy, he made his way in the world.
Upon coming to Motley, Seaver was astounded. He had never seen the sea before and its sheer vastness overwhelmed him. All he could do for a while was stand and stare at it as a longing filled him. He wanted to be out there amid the waves. Excitement drove him on and soon he was part of a crew, but the young cat had no idea what he had gotten himself into.
The storms and battles he faced on the wild seas weathered down the cat. No more was Seaver a dreamer and a wanderer; he was now a cat of skill and firm resolution, for if one lost his head in the clouds, one could lose his life. Risks were always high, but the rewards were too.
The captain of the ship took a special interest in the young cat and, being rather adept with Dark Fire, began to teach him. Seaver quickly climbed the ladder of rank and was soon the first mate of the ship. It was during this time he picked up the habit of smoking a pipe, though no one could tell you why except for Seaver himself.
Shortly after becoming the first mate, the ship was attacked and blown apart. Seaver found himself floundering among the wreckage with several of his crew members until a spar hit him on the head, knocking him out. The cat awoke on a beach, nothing in sight, alone. He began to wander from town to town, making his way back to Motley where he became a swashbuckler for several other ships, but he never stays with a single crew for very long.
EQUIPMENT:
He wears a leather belt about his mid-section to which are attached two small tomahawks, his primary weapons, a thin-bladed knife to repair rigging and sails, also doubles as a weapon, a whetstone, and a small bag that contains the fruit he smokes.
A carved, wooden smoking pipe that is either in his mouth, paw, or hanging on his belt.
Several small gold hoops adorn each of his ears. He wears them in in case of emergencies, namely, if he is out of a job and needs money.
RELATIONSHIPS:
None yet. Will add to later.
GENDER: Male
AGE: Adult
SPECIES: Feline, Eyra (Jaguarundi)
RANK: Swashbuckler
EYE COLOR: Amber/ light brown
FUR COLOR: A chestnut color that becomes slightly lighter at his underbelly
ELEMENTS: Dark Fire
DESCRIPTION:
As of his species, Seaver is a small cat (Slightly larger than a house cat) with a slender body, short powerful legs, a long tail, and has a weasel-like look about him. He has a flat triangular-shaped head, his ears are small and rounded, though they are now ragged and torn, and his short, unmarked fur cannot conceal the scars he has gained over the years.
Due to his small size, Seaver relies on his speed and skills rather than brute strength to get him through his battles. He is a quick learner, light of paw, and even faster with a tomahawk.
Many pay no attention to him, and that’s how he likes it to be. It means he can get away with swindling another cat or perhaps slipping a blade between someone’s ribs. He doesn’t mind the dirty work, for that’s what he does well.
PERSONALITY:
An air of confidence seems to surround this small cat, but do not mistake this for haughtiness. Yes, he is confident, but overconfidence can lead to one’s downfall. He is ever watchful and is a cat that takes things in his own stride. His calm disposition means that he is level-headed and rarely is provoked, but when he is, you better get out of the way.
Seaver is a cat who prefers to think his way through situations, and his eyes light up when there is something new to be explored or perhaps a riddle to be solved. He is undaunted by fights and storms, a willing hand and ready to defend his crewmates, even if it costs him his life. He is curious and, at one point in his life, excitable to a fault (only a few things will get his heart pounding and his blood racing anymore).
Though the sea has robbed him of his once, almost ever-present excitement, a thrill still runs through him when sees the great expanse of water stretching far into the distance. Seaver is at his happiest when he can feel the deck of the ship gently rolling underneath his paws, his pipe firmly in his mouth and the smoke fills the air with its lingering sweet smell (He smokes fruit) that mingles with the scent of the salt water.
HISTORY:
Seaver was born in a not well-to-do family, who were cons and thieves. Because of this, the family moved often. At each new place he would see, a wide-eyed Seaver would gape. Never before had he seen anything like it and all he wanted to do was learn its secrets. Instead he was taught (or tried to be taught) the family trade. Realizing that their young son had no interest in the business, his parents gave up on him.
The kit though, was curious, excitable, and as he quickly found out, forgettable. He was left in the middle of the streets, unable to keep up with his parents as they fled the latest town they were in. He cried, as only a kit can, but no one paid attention for no one cared. So he picked himself up and brushed himself off, so to speak, and headed off on his own, with his curiosity leading.
As he grew, Seaver learned the ways of the streets. He fought, stole, conned, found out he had the ability of dark fire (Though it was very minute) and did anything to keep himself alive, but his insatiable curiosity could not be curbed. He wanted to see more than the town he had been living in for the past several years, so he did. With his belt and a pair of tomahawks he had taken from a downed enemy, he made his way in the world.
Upon coming to Motley, Seaver was astounded. He had never seen the sea before and its sheer vastness overwhelmed him. All he could do for a while was stand and stare at it as a longing filled him. He wanted to be out there amid the waves. Excitement drove him on and soon he was part of a crew, but the young cat had no idea what he had gotten himself into.
The storms and battles he faced on the wild seas weathered down the cat. No more was Seaver a dreamer and a wanderer; he was now a cat of skill and firm resolution, for if one lost his head in the clouds, one could lose his life. Risks were always high, but the rewards were too.
The captain of the ship took a special interest in the young cat and, being rather adept with Dark Fire, began to teach him. Seaver quickly climbed the ladder of rank and was soon the first mate of the ship. It was during this time he picked up the habit of smoking a pipe, though no one could tell you why except for Seaver himself.
Shortly after becoming the first mate, the ship was attacked and blown apart. Seaver found himself floundering among the wreckage with several of his crew members until a spar hit him on the head, knocking him out. The cat awoke on a beach, nothing in sight, alone. He began to wander from town to town, making his way back to Motley where he became a swashbuckler for several other ships, but he never stays with a single crew for very long.
EQUIPMENT:
He wears a leather belt about his mid-section to which are attached two small tomahawks, his primary weapons, a thin-bladed knife to repair rigging and sails, also doubles as a weapon, a whetstone, and a small bag that contains the fruit he smokes.
A carved, wooden smoking pipe that is either in his mouth, paw, or hanging on his belt.
Several small gold hoops adorn each of his ears. He wears them in in case of emergencies, namely, if he is out of a job and needs money.
RELATIONSHIPS:
None yet. Will add to later.
