Post by Shrikeface on Mar 26, 2015 5:41:55 GMT
If this isn't the right way to handle this then please please lemme know, I liked this idea too much to totally abandon, but I have a much better idea for a Future Paw ;o;
This characters new owner can change anything they wish! I am handing complete ownership of this character over to you! He'll go to the first person who asks *u*
Placeholder Image until I can draw him, not totally accurate representation!
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Gravelgrowl
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Homosexual Homoromantic
ᴀɢᴇ: 89 Moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Elder of Fogclan
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: (at least one paragraph)
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): TBD
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: TBD via RP
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: Late mate was Larksong
ᴋɪᴛs: NA
ᴋɪɴ: (wip)
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Dramatic | Eloquent | Whimsical | Brittle | Forgetful | Quirky ]
[ Dramatic ]
A masterful story teller is a cat who can put just the right amount of emphasis on every syllable, and Gravelgrowl is certainly a master. Every sweep pf his paws and inflection of his strong baritone voice makes his stories second to none. He is always happy to regail kits and other clanmates with his tales of battle, and even some that he's invented over his long years.
[ Eloquent ]
And this is only possible through his impeccable way with words. His vocabulary is grand and often full of flourish and decor, his gruff appearance masks a true wordsmith beneath the matty fur and tatty features.
[ Whimsical ]
Despite his old age, many cats from his clan will comment on his kit-like personality. And even though his bones creak and his joints ache, he can still be found gently paying with kits, recreating great battles as they act out his stories. He is a cat with a mischievous sense of humor, and will often poke fun at others. He is a firm believer that ahe is merely a concept.
[ Brittle ]
But his age does catch up to him sometimes, and when the seasons begin to weigh down on him, he finds himself aching and wishing for his long gone days of youth. He is not above accepting and asking for help, but will still complain about needing it.
[ Quirky ]
It is hard to predict exactly what this elder will say next, as he is prone to bouts of nonsense, leading others to believe that his age is eating his mind away. But Gravelgrowl is sharp as a tack, and his nonsensical ramblings stem more from boredome than anything else. He loves to tell riddles and strange jokes with no clear punchline, his way of passing the time in the elder's den.
ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- Telling stories
- Telling jokes
- Laughing
- The sun
- Sharing tongues with other elders
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
- Achey joints
- Cold days
- Being babied
- He fears the dark
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A large battlescarred tom with a shabby grey pelt and a large scar running across his muzzle.
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Gravelgrowl is a very large tom, once a fierce warrior, now an equally fierce elder. His pelt is matty and messy, with long shaggy fur, and his body is lined with scars. His most notable scar is a large set of claw marks running over his right eye, and across his muzzle, slightly scredding his lip, giving him a 'scowl'.
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Once a very large and strong tom, he still retains a little bit of that bulk, but it is weighed down with achy joints and a weaker body, as the years go by his frame loses more and more muscle mass.
ғᴜʀ: Very matty, though he attempts to keep it groomed, it becomes difficult and ends up being a hassle, so more often then no he leaves it. Certain spots are split by battle scars where fur refuses to grow.
ᴇʏᴇs: A bright green, still alert and inquisitive.
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
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This characters new owner can change anything they wish! I am handing complete ownership of this character over to you! He'll go to the first person who asks *u*
Placeholder Image until I can draw him, not totally accurate representation!
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Gravelgrowl
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Homosexual Homoromantic
ᴀɢᴇ: 89 Moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Elder of Fogclan
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: (at least one paragraph)
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): TBD
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: TBD via RP
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: Late mate was Larksong
ᴋɪᴛs: NA
ᴋɪɴ: (wip)
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Dramatic | Eloquent | Whimsical | Brittle | Forgetful | Quirky ]
[ Dramatic ]
A masterful story teller is a cat who can put just the right amount of emphasis on every syllable, and Gravelgrowl is certainly a master. Every sweep pf his paws and inflection of his strong baritone voice makes his stories second to none. He is always happy to regail kits and other clanmates with his tales of battle, and even some that he's invented over his long years.
[ Eloquent ]
And this is only possible through his impeccable way with words. His vocabulary is grand and often full of flourish and decor, his gruff appearance masks a true wordsmith beneath the matty fur and tatty features.
[ Whimsical ]
Despite his old age, many cats from his clan will comment on his kit-like personality. And even though his bones creak and his joints ache, he can still be found gently paying with kits, recreating great battles as they act out his stories. He is a cat with a mischievous sense of humor, and will often poke fun at others. He is a firm believer that ahe is merely a concept.
[ Brittle ]
But his age does catch up to him sometimes, and when the seasons begin to weigh down on him, he finds himself aching and wishing for his long gone days of youth. He is not above accepting and asking for help, but will still complain about needing it.
[ Quirky ]
It is hard to predict exactly what this elder will say next, as he is prone to bouts of nonsense, leading others to believe that his age is eating his mind away. But Gravelgrowl is sharp as a tack, and his nonsensical ramblings stem more from boredome than anything else. He loves to tell riddles and strange jokes with no clear punchline, his way of passing the time in the elder's den.
ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- Telling stories
- Telling jokes
- Laughing
- The sun
- Sharing tongues with other elders
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
- Achey joints
- Cold days
- Being babied
- He fears the dark
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A large battlescarred tom with a shabby grey pelt and a large scar running across his muzzle.
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Gravelgrowl is a very large tom, once a fierce warrior, now an equally fierce elder. His pelt is matty and messy, with long shaggy fur, and his body is lined with scars. His most notable scar is a large set of claw marks running over his right eye, and across his muzzle, slightly scredding his lip, giving him a 'scowl'.
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Once a very large and strong tom, he still retains a little bit of that bulk, but it is weighed down with achy joints and a weaker body, as the years go by his frame loses more and more muscle mass.
ғᴜʀ: Very matty, though he attempts to keep it groomed, it becomes difficult and ends up being a hassle, so more often then no he leaves it. Certain spots are split by battle scars where fur refuses to grow.
ᴇʏᴇs: A bright green, still alert and inquisitive.
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
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idk mate re-purposing Shrew of course, under a different name, also have to think of that.
