Post by Avalon on Oct 7, 2011 14:56:49 GMT -5
Name: Avalon.
Nickname(s): If you ever get close enough to him to call him by a nickname, you are very lucky!
Age: 4 years.
Gender: Male.
Species: Cougar.
Orientation: Straight.
Pride: None.
Height: 77 cm, or 2.5 feet.
Weight: 140 pounds.
Appearance:
One of the first things you notice about Avalon, is that he is very tall for the species. He towers over most of his kind, although other kinds might surpass him in height. This gives him an imposing presence to be around, even if he has less brawn. Although he is tall, he is lean and lithe in structure, and nicely proportionned. Fairly straight shoulders merge into powerful limbs with large paws. Thick pads give him the ability to stalk prey with incredible stealth, which can give him the edge. The claws on his toes are retractable, long and deadly sharp. His hindquarters are powerfully muscles, enabling him to leap very long distances. His back legs are longer than his front, making him slightly disadvantaged on downhill slopes.
Quite handsome, his facial features are very masculin. His head is a rounded square, bordering on an oval, atop of which are set two round ears. As you travel down his face, two frigid blue eyes meet your gaze, cold like a dark tunnel. The only time you will see a glint in them is when you know him well, which is unlikely. He has round pupils which drill into you, even though his eyesight isn't the best. A large, brownish-pink nose ends a nicely proportionned muzzle. Two black bars frame the white of his lips and a large number of long whiskers protrude from above his mouth. His teeth are sharp and long, off-white in colour.
His fur is short and dense. Covering the back, the flanks and limbs is a rich mahogany colour that looks very attractive. It allows him to camouflage easily with brown earth. On his underbelly, below the chin, and on the inside of the legs, is light grey colour, wich becomes white at the muzzle. His fur is always well-kept, as he takes pride in it's colour. A few scars litter his pelt here and there, silent witnesses to the hardships of his past.
Likes:
- being left alone to his thoughts.
- mature and intelligent cats.
- hunting.
- prey.
- being in charge.
- responsabilities.
Dislikes:
- cocky and flirty cats.
- being told constantly what to do.
- those who injure his pride.
- being regarded as unimportant.
- those who think too highly of themselves.
Strengths:
- leadership.
- spying on others.
- strategy.
- fighting.
- convincing others.
Weaknesses:
- easily offended.
- easily annoyed.
- impatient around others.
- controlling.
- prideful.
Personality:
Cold: Rarely will you see any kind of emotion filter through his attitude. He keeps them carefully locked into an unknown part of his conscience, hidden from the outsider's view. He keeps an impassive face at all times, and this lack of sentiment sometimes intimidates others. He has grown a shell of ice around his heart, and only the most patient of cats can find their way through the hardness to the vulnerable inside, because when you do, you find a heart still filled with pain.
Prideful: Avalon has risen to many challenges and conquered all of them. This has made him very prideful, not in the sense he thinks he is superior to other cats, but in the sense that he is proud of what he has achieved. He has a hard time being bossed around by a cat he doesn't respect, but if a good leader is present, he will bend to his or her will loyally and with commitment.
Resilient: This is a cougar that has been through much hardships and each time something has knocked him down, he has gotten back up again. He has an incredible determination and a will of iron. He has made himself quite a reputation where he used to live and when two-legs moved him here, he wanted to leave his old life behind and all the challenges it brought.
Serious: Avalon is not the type of cat to fool around and humiliate himself. He is serious and mature, a trait that his past has forced onto him. This also means he looses out on the funny aspect of life. He isn't a joker, and doesn't like the cat clowns of this world. He prefers intelligent conversations, with (in his mind) intelligent cats with good things to say and not enduring the idiocies of other cats.
Controlling: Avalon has a tendency to want everything done to perfection. If other cats are working on the same thing he is, he is scared that they won't do it as well as he could, and he would not have only himself to blame if it is not to satisfaction. He therefore goes and checks on his subordinates so often, it becomes very annoying and he has to remind himself to leave them space.
History:
Avalon was born on a cloudy spring day. He was the only kitten of the litter, much to his mother's relief. Unfortunatunately for him, he wasn't a wanted kit. His mother was young and unexperienced, and when his father approached her, she had little idea of the consequences. From the start, she only fed him out of pity even if every time she looked at him, it was with disgust. At the time, he was young and unaware that his mother wasn't going to be there forever. The only thing he could do is crawl around and mew when he was hungry, totally dependant to his mother. Unaware of the fact she had had enough of him. It was only a week or so after his birth that she decided to leave him.
And she was gone. He had woken up with the vague realisation that the warm and protective presence that usually nestle over in the corner of the den was gone. But he was still too young to realise what this meant for him. Slowly, hunger started to prey on him and he mewed louder and louder. Eventually, in the evening, another cougar found him. It was a male, with a kind heart. He took pity on the young Avalon, and brought him back to his mate, who had lost a kitten. He was the smallest of the litter, but under the watchful eye of the mother, he recovered. But the other two kittens in the litter didn't take kindly to this newcomer. They were boisterous and mean to him from the start. Every time they did something wrong, they blamed it on Avalon.
But one day, they went too far. A grizzly had been spotted by the male and his mate while hunting and they severely warned the kits not to venture out of the den while they scared it off. The other male kitten, named Rocian, decided he would go and find it, to help their parents. In the end, they all went. Avalon trailed at the back, more cautious than the other two, constantly warning them it was a bad idea. They didn't listen, and what had to happen, happened. Lilen, the female kitten, went too close to the bear and it swiped it's massive paw at her, catching her on the side. Even if she was half the size of an adult cougar, she was sent flying. Avalon ran to drag Rocian out of the bear's reach, but the juvenile simply turned around, slashed Avalon with his claws and ran. Avalon followed him, being faster and arrived at the den first.
He started to wail that Lilen was dead and how big the bear was, but he was incoherent with shock. But then, Rocian arrived, and started to blame Avalon by saying he had had the idea and he had purposedly pushed Lilen in the way of the bear. The parents believed him, and the mother slashed her paw down his nose. He simply stood there and watched them in shock before the male chased him away. Ice had already started to form in his heart. A burning hatred from his adoptive brother had formed. And he was going to get revenge. His mother was on the list too.
He went on his own, surviving the best he could. It hardened him, having to constantly dodge bears and other cats and hunt prey all on his own. One day, many weeks later, he came accross a group of lynxes whom were a group of loners, wandering together. What he didn't know, was that they were a gang that planned to rid the region of all competition. They wanted to be the rulers of the land, but the rulers were the bears and larger predators. They didn't tell him this. He was accepted into their group, his size, speed and power said to be useful for hunting. They trained him to fight and kill. They trained him to not have any feelings. Ice had covered his heart.
He was used as a spy, as he could sneak into enemy lairs and gather information. Many a time did he have a close shave, which left scars on his pelt. But he was very good a spy, and he heard a lot of things. He caught the conversation of two of the leaders. They were planning to get rid of him as soon as the war was over. This group was his family, and he felt deeply attached to them. Their treason left a searing pain in his heart, and he swore to himself never to let himself be used like that. He left the group.
It was a year later, and he had grown to be a tall and lithe cat. He came accross a female cougar, with a rich mahogany coat just like his. Her scent was familiar yet strange. It evoked long lost memories of his early kithood. It dawned upon him; his mother. They got into an argument, because of Avalon spitting out his hatred of her. Eventually, it came to claws. He wounded her, but her mate appeared at the last second to stop him inflicting serious damage. He defended himself, but in the struggle, he grieviously wounded the other male. He fled, pain swelling in his heart. He was rejected, always rejected. By now, every cat in the region knew about him. He didn't care, or so he told himself.
Then the two-legs came, and the made him sleep. He woke up in a new place, that he had never seen before. He set out, trying to forget what happened and start a new life.