Post by Bhuvana on Dec 25, 2011 8:28:41 GMT -6
Name-[/i] Bidziil.
Gender-[/i] Male.
Structure-[/i]
Bidziil's form is bulky and his pelt is average in length. It holds the pure twilight of a midnight's hour and his eyes are a lifeless gray.
Abilities-[/i] Bidziil is logical and thinks everything through thoroughly. He can win any war, as long as he doesn't sit dormant thinking too long.
Drawbacks-[/i] Sometimes he has a nasty temper with those he cares about. He also is quite secret about his emotions. Finally, he sometimes sits so long considering, that he forgets to step forward and do.
Age-[/i] Five winters.
Personality-[/i] Bidziil is a careful dog, one who is not too hasty in decision making. He will trod the lands quietly, taking in all his surrondings, planning every step. Though he tends to be a gentle companion, the man is a viper in battle. He is a brute that shows little mercy to those who threaten his family. This cold calculation is occassionally displayed towards loved ones, for his temper is quiet but lethal. When angered, he will mumble words that seem nonsensical at first, but slowly drill into one's heart as they come to hear what he actually said. All in all, he is a good family dog, but not one you would want to become an enemy of.
Past-[/i] Bidziil was born of a loner female. He knew no father, only that the man was a beastly creature that made no emotional ties to the woman he mated. Bidziil loathed his father for using his mother as he did, and thus took on his mother's quiet, secluded personality. He lived contented with her for almost a year, plotting to avenge her by slaughtering his father if they ever crossed the man. They never did, and his mother died after the year had passed.
Alone and isolated, Bidziil grew even further into silence. He traveled with little adventure, merely surviving as he must. He has lived in such a fashion ever since.
RP Example - My emerald eyes peered upwards at the young spawn of my own. My head was flattened against the ground, giving me a new perspective on things. Usually I had to look down to view anyone at face level, but here I glared upwards. But maybe all this thinking was my own way to mask how scared I was. A Folami shouldn't be scared of anything, and here I wanted to quiver at the feet of some god-damned pups. My god-damned pups.
I ignored Alonda's frustration and instead watched Mahal with guarded interested. He thought Alonda was right, and I almost snapped at him for saying so. But something about this male warmed me and brought out my best behaviour--I smiled a little half smile, though it was hidden by the paw I leaned against. The mini-me shuffled forward, his moving awkward like any puppy his age. He did a weird half-lay-down move and stayed like that for a minute, almost nose to nose with me. And then his rump came down to earth and he spoke again.
"My eyes?" I lifted my head and, like an imbecile, tried to cross them so as to see the other. For a few seconds I did this, until I heard Alonda's snicker. "You're weird, daddy." Why was I weird? Oh, right, I was sitting here trying to see my own eyes. Stupid, bad dog. "Oh, right, I can't see my own eyes, now can I?" I brushed it off with a chuckle before laying my skull back down in front of Mahal's, connecting my emerald orbs with his own soft gaze. "You know, I often forget they're red. I--" I paused and eyed the boy for a second before letting a large grin cross my maw and lifting my head to tower over his, but still not getting up. "Hey, my boy knows his colors!" I felt like a father, which didn't happen often. Mahal's first steps and first words had been the only other times I'd felt like this. This paternal pride. That's my boy.
"Oh, yeah, right, my eyes," I layed my skull back down, maw still curved into a joyful smile. "They're red because the humans wanted it that way. They thought it'd be intimidating because felines can see red really well, so they'd see my eyes clearer than any other part of my body."[/size]
Gender-[/i] Male.
Structure-[/i]
Bidziil's form is bulky and his pelt is average in length. It holds the pure twilight of a midnight's hour and his eyes are a lifeless gray.
Abilities-[/i] Bidziil is logical and thinks everything through thoroughly. He can win any war, as long as he doesn't sit dormant thinking too long.
Drawbacks-[/i] Sometimes he has a nasty temper with those he cares about. He also is quite secret about his emotions. Finally, he sometimes sits so long considering, that he forgets to step forward and do.
Age-[/i] Five winters.
Personality-[/i] Bidziil is a careful dog, one who is not too hasty in decision making. He will trod the lands quietly, taking in all his surrondings, planning every step. Though he tends to be a gentle companion, the man is a viper in battle. He is a brute that shows little mercy to those who threaten his family. This cold calculation is occassionally displayed towards loved ones, for his temper is quiet but lethal. When angered, he will mumble words that seem nonsensical at first, but slowly drill into one's heart as they come to hear what he actually said. All in all, he is a good family dog, but not one you would want to become an enemy of.
Past-[/i] Bidziil was born of a loner female. He knew no father, only that the man was a beastly creature that made no emotional ties to the woman he mated. Bidziil loathed his father for using his mother as he did, and thus took on his mother's quiet, secluded personality. He lived contented with her for almost a year, plotting to avenge her by slaughtering his father if they ever crossed the man. They never did, and his mother died after the year had passed.
Alone and isolated, Bidziil grew even further into silence. He traveled with little adventure, merely surviving as he must. He has lived in such a fashion ever since.
RP Example - My emerald eyes peered upwards at the young spawn of my own. My head was flattened against the ground, giving me a new perspective on things. Usually I had to look down to view anyone at face level, but here I glared upwards. But maybe all this thinking was my own way to mask how scared I was. A Folami shouldn't be scared of anything, and here I wanted to quiver at the feet of some god-damned pups. My god-damned pups.
I ignored Alonda's frustration and instead watched Mahal with guarded interested. He thought Alonda was right, and I almost snapped at him for saying so. But something about this male warmed me and brought out my best behaviour--I smiled a little half smile, though it was hidden by the paw I leaned against. The mini-me shuffled forward, his moving awkward like any puppy his age. He did a weird half-lay-down move and stayed like that for a minute, almost nose to nose with me. And then his rump came down to earth and he spoke again.
"My eyes?" I lifted my head and, like an imbecile, tried to cross them so as to see the other. For a few seconds I did this, until I heard Alonda's snicker. "You're weird, daddy." Why was I weird? Oh, right, I was sitting here trying to see my own eyes. Stupid, bad dog. "Oh, right, I can't see my own eyes, now can I?" I brushed it off with a chuckle before laying my skull back down in front of Mahal's, connecting my emerald orbs with his own soft gaze. "You know, I often forget they're red. I--" I paused and eyed the boy for a second before letting a large grin cross my maw and lifting my head to tower over his, but still not getting up. "Hey, my boy knows his colors!" I felt like a father, which didn't happen often. Mahal's first steps and first words had been the only other times I'd felt like this. This paternal pride. That's my boy.
"Oh, yeah, right, my eyes," I layed my skull back down, maw still curved into a joyful smile. "They're red because the humans wanted it that way. They thought it'd be intimidating because felines can see red really well, so they'd see my eyes clearer than any other part of my body."[/size]