Post by Fury on Nov 12, 2010 18:04:32 GMT -5
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Fury
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2 years - Rogue - NA
Fury
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2 years - Rogue - NA
hair just as gold as the sun
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon
just the way i am
personality
the one and only
wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from
lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears
missed a step
other
something bothering you mister
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon
Fury's fur is of medium length and bluish gray with no other coloring to speak of. To go with the blue fur she also has piercing sky blue eyes. The nose is a darker gray and the one ear she does have is large and very similar to those of a lynx. It should also be noted that her fangs are extremely long. As for her frame it is very slender, giving her an extremely lithe appearance.• • • • • • • • • •
Being a rogue her flesh is riddled with scars, they can't be seen under her thick coat but they're there. The only really notable scars are the missing left ear and the three pronged scar on the left side of her face, the ear and scar are from the same incident. The first of the three scars runs it's course in a downward slop over the forehead. The second is over the left eye, the sight in that eye was not lost. The last is on the cheek.
just the way i am
personality
the one and only
Fury is best describe as a self-serving cat with no regard for others. She'll do whatever is required to get what she wants, that includes using other cats to her advantage.• • • • • • • • • •
As her name suggests this shecat has a temper. It would be a mistake to insult this cat, she literally will claw your ears off.
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wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from
Born and raised in the slums of an ally Fury was taught from birth to survive by any means necessary, and she took her lessons to heart. When she was old enough she killed her own mother in-order to takeover the occupied territory.• • • • • • • • • •
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lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears
This is a post I was working on for another site so I though I might as well use it here, enjoy!• • • • • • • • • •
Stirring from a fitful sleep the raggedy dark gray kit opened her still sleep heave eyes, groaning slightly at the prospect of being awake again when the night was still so young. Instead of going back to sleep though she heaved herself onto shaky legs and made her way to the mouth of the den, then promptly flopped down again.
She scanned the forest before her with yellow eyes, now dulled by sickness they had lost all their lively sparkle. Seeing nothing of interest she laid her chin on oversized paws,closed her eyes, and breathed in the crisp night air.
Suddenly her ears pricked and her head shot up. The listless yellow eyes were once again gazing into the forest, and her tiny frame shook with barley contained excitement.
Practically jumping to her paws the kit stumbled out into the deep snows. Muscling her way through the white menace she forged ahead until the moons light outlined the very thing that had excited her, a crow.
The scruffy black bird had somehow broken its left wing and was now grounded, lucky for her, not so much for it.
Seeing the kit the crow turned and let out a hot hiss, clearly not ready to die just yet.
"Give it up bird, you're already dead”
The crow reared up and spread its good wing, every feather ringing with defiance. Who did this sickly kit think she was demanding him to give up his life to her, a walking bag of bones.
"have it your way bird”
The kit fell into a hunters crouch, wiggled her bony haunches,, then sprang forward. Tiny thorn like claws found their mark, but the crow wasn't about to be taken so easily. It struck the kit with its good wing and slashed at her belly with razor sharp talons.
Forced to let go the kit stumbled back, now bleeding freely from various gashes on her belly. The sight of her own blood didn't send fear coursing through the kit, instead it awakened a dormant rage.
The kit charged at the crow again, this time however it was ready for her. Just as her claws connected the crow fell onto its back and with a thrust from its powerful legs sent the kit sailing straight into a nearby tree.
Before she could recover the crow was on top of her pinning her down. The black bird let out a triumphant caw then began savagely pecking at the kits skull.
Shrieking in pain the kit squirmed in vain, she just couldn't escape the vice like grip the crow had on her. Was this how she was to die? not by her sickness, starvation, or the leafbare cold but by prey? No she refused to let it end this way.
Gritting her teeth she twisted her head until she could see a scaly leg. Stretching forward she clamped her jaws around it and bit down as had as she could. Immediately the crow let out an agonized squawk, the kit had bit hard enough to brake his leg.
Wiggling out from the weakened grip the kit whirled around and lunged once more at the bird. Again her claws found their mark but his time she also sunk her fangs into the crows throat. Remembering how its talons had torn her tender belly the kit was quick to end her attack. Before she stopped her assault she tore a chunk from its throat.
Leaping to a safe distance the kit sat and watched the crow flail around as its crimson life spilled onto the snow, painting a grisly picture. When the bird finally became still she padded up to it, plucked some feathers, and began to feed.
OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW. YOU ONLY HAVE TO DO THIS FOR YOUR FIRST BIO.
missed a step
other
something bothering you mister
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