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Post by aero ❥ on Feb 21, 2011 1:15:46 GMT -5
NAME// Jango
AGE// 36 Moons
GENDER// Masculine
CLAN// None
DESIRED POSITION// Loner
SHORT DESCRIPTION// Large tabby tom with hazel eyes.
DESCRIPTION// Large, massive, huge. Any of these words can describe Jango. His size is enhanced by his long coat, making him seem a little too massive. He has broad shoulders, balanced by thick, powerful back legs. A true specimen. But this monstrous cat isn't a feline superman. Far from it. As you might guess, he is slow. Complimenting his lack of agility, he doesn't like to do much when speaking of athletics anyway.
Going back to his fur, it deserves a little more credit. It's thick and when groomed, sleek. The design on it is truly unique. Marbled tabby marking swirl down a cascading sea of brown, washing onto the shores of a tan/white underbelly. His legs are ringed with black, as is his tail.
Last but not least, his facial features. His nose is a bright red, the bridge wide and angled. His eyes are a hazel green, sparkling amber in the sunlight. Black whiskers flare from his muzzle. One lone, thin scar is embedded across his face.
PERSONALITY// If you come in contact with this lone wolf, prepare for a moody, solitary tomcat who is very territorial. From afar he might seem calm, harmless, and downright lazy, but if you cross his wooden fence you'll see just how aggressive this cat really is. Being a strong fighter, he isn't scared of anything. He has a live by the sword, die by the sword attitude.
What might he do with all this alone time? Catch mice, sleep, go on adventures. That's right, he likes to push the limit and slink out of his beloved barn in the middle of the night. Venture the countryside or explore the vast alleys of the near-by city. It isn't curiosity that pushes him to do this, it is a need for a fight.
When he isn't chasing young curious cats off his land, catching mice, or looking for a fight, he can be relatively funny and kind. His mood swings come and go, it just depends how he feels. If you're wondering about his love life, he doesn't have one. Nor does he feel the need to acquire one. He never gives thought to such things.
The clans. He hates them. There is no particular reason or story of betrayal or heartbreak that brings those feelings, he just thinks that the time taken to think up such absurdities was a terrible waste. If you're a clan cat, god help you if you run into this brute.
EXPERIENCE// Born to a rogue she-cat who had a chance encounter with a house cat tom, Jango never knew his father. His mother also bore three other kits. One she-cat and two other toms. He was the healthiest, and when you're a single mother having to defend and take care of yourself plus an entire litter, that kit somehow becomes your favorite, or so it seemed according to his mother. The others got 'babied' more, but in her small amount of spare time she spent it playing with him instead of tending to her own needs.
As moons went by, they traveled from place to place. His sister, the runt of the litter, was picked off by a dog. One of his brothers got sick and passed away shortly after. Their shrunken family was forced to move on. Jango's mother, named Falia, did not take the deaths of her kits well. When they settled into the foundation of an old abandoned factory, she became secluded and strange. She no longer babied the surviving brother, and paid no attention at all to Jango. She wandered the dusty, broken down rooms of the building, leaving her offspring to fend for themselves while she was gone. It was when the two brothers turned eight moons she told them to leave. Leave and never come back.
One day she was kind and loving, the next depressed and cruel. It was such a shocking change Rayvon, Jango's brother, couldn't handle it. He took his mother's advice and left, since then he hasn't been seen. But Jango refused. He tried to bring her to see sense. That made her hate him, loath him. She spat on him when he tried to approach her. And then one day it ended.
The large tomcat entered the back alley, looking for his ill mother. He found her lying still and cold, eyes lifeless, blood pooled around her. He couldn't speak. He felt sick. What had killed her is still a mystery. There were no wounds, but her mouth was covered in scarlet. She must have puked up the pool of blood. Maybe she really had been ill.
After that Jango left, living a rogue life until he came across a quiet, looming barn filled with mice and warm hay. Now a loner, he has never left.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Feb 21, 2011 10:52:47 GMT -5
please add something like 'nf' or 'wip' to the title to show that it's not finished, and then take it off when it is. just so we can keep track. thanks~
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Post by aero ❥ on Feb 21, 2011 11:20:19 GMT -5
Okay. (:
Sorry about that. ^^
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Feb 21, 2011 14:14:56 GMT -5
xx accepted
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