Username: Cycada
Character Name: Atticus
Age: 5 years
Rank: Healer
Picture (From the game)/Description: See icon + Signature (though his eyes have recently been changed to blue, and are no longer red!)
Atticus is an average-sized grey-and-black lion with a large, striking white mane. His fur is longer and fluffier than most lions, developed more for living in colder climates.
History/Past: Overall, Atticus has lived a rather boring life-- Born into a nomadic pride of winged lions far north, Atticus spent most of his life learning the art of healing and following after his parents. Upon reaching adolescence, it was then that the other members of his pride learned that his wings weren't growing or developing the way they were supposed to for his age; though they were fully-feathered and functional, they were just... Small, so small that there was no possible chance that he could ever learn to fly like his pridemates. Though such a thing were not uncommon among prides like his, it did make the annual flight migrations more difficult for him; where he could be carried by his parents when he was younger, he was now too large for such an option and could no longer join the pride in their flights. Because of this, he chose to leave the pride to find a more suitable one, and has been searching ever since.
Roleplay sample: "You've GOT to be kidding me."
He'd been at this for
hours, and still hadn't achieved a single bloody thing. Tired, frustrated, and soaking wet, Atticus plopped his soggy butt back down on the riverbank and frowned into the muddy water, staring at the salmon as they splashed and bounced upstream. There was a reason he preferred hunting land-animals to chasing down fish-- in fact, there were several; twenty-seven, to be precise, and most of them he could recite off the top of his head. However, he was in the middle of a barrens, which made hunting much more difficult.
So fish it was.
"I hate water!" He growled, swatting his paw helplessly at a salmon only to knock it further away from him. He snorted.
"Fish are stupid--" He narrowly missed stomping on a salmon as it swam between his legs.
"-- slippery--" Another swat, another miss.
"-- and they don't even taste that good!" One jumped by him and he snapped his jaws at it, and had almost closed around the tail... Which slapped him across the face, causing him to recoil so hard he lost his footing on the rocky riverbed, slipped and disappeared underwater in a messy splash of fur, water, and feathers.
Moments later he resurfaced, letting out a roar of such rage that, had it been a word, would have been one of those words that can't be written down here for the sheer vulgarity of it. Forcing himself up to his feet again, he dragged himself out of the water again, up into the riverbank, and back across the barrens again.
"... Wasn't hungry anyway," he mumbled moodily.
Other:I work a full-time job, and I'm not on a set schedule, so there will be days where I'm only online in the evenings, and days where I'm only on in the mornings/early afternoons. I get two days off a week, though it'll vary each week depending on the schedule. I can let you know what my availability will be like each week as my schedule comes in, though, and keep you posted if anything comes up that may result in an absence.
Also, though I have lots of experience doing feral RP, it's been a couple of years since I really got into it again and so I'm a little bit rusty! I'm also more used to paragraph and multi-paragraph roleplay (mostly on forums and games like Furcadia), so it may take me a little bit of time to get used to RP'ing through FeralHeart! I hope this won't be too much of a problem.
Thanks for your consideration!
