In-game name: MafiaRaptor
Character name: Xros (pronounced "cross")
Gender: Male
Rank: Gestir (Newcomer)
Ice-touch: Light Blue
Mate: N/A
Mother/Father/Siblings: Lon (father), Tau (mother), Xerxes (brother), Bast (sister), Arielle (sister)
Feline/Canine: African Lion (white)
Personality: Troublemaker. Loud. Hot-blooded. Those are just a few words that describes Xros. He has a knack for seeking adventure and beating down boredom -- if only he didn't drag in others -- that often lands him in a heap of trouble. It takes him only seconds to conjure up a harebrained scheme -- one of which was using a log as a makeshift sled and having several peers act like a toboggan. In a way, he can be excessively creative. He just... needs to learn to use it productively. If only he had that sort of attention span. Long story short, he's unable to sit in one place for very long. He's always on the move, always animated. Low intelligence level? Maybe. Short attention span? Possible. Whatever it is, the results usually end up bad. If there's anything positive about his personality (other than a seemingly endless supply of sunny jubilance), it's that he manages to liven up the place.
Backstory: He was born as a result of inbreeding. His father, Lon, and mother, Tau, had been from the same pride, only to be ousted when Lon came of age and had lost in a battle for supremacy over the pride. Tau, being a childhood lover, voluntarily went with him, with the intent to start a new pride with Lon. Both lions were exceedingly pale, due to past genetics and inbreeding, and were not that surprised when their first litter included a white cub. What
did surprise them were the obvious blue markings on Xros' chest and the bridge of his nose. It wasn't long before they deduced that he was an "ice-touched", having heard rumours of such a thing from their previous pride.
Lon and Tau were more than typical starcrossed lovers, and more than a pair of parents that would simply shun their mutant offspring. They decided to use Xros' mutation to their advantage. From a young age, they began to teach Xros the ins and outs of fighting. They intended for him to be little more than a mindless, vicious lion. Unfortunately... He had other interests. Like chasing birds and harrassing the wildebeast by peppering them with rocks. It didn't matter how much he was scorned or scolded or teased by both parent nor sibling. He did what he liked, and that was that. He still did the intensive training, but grew to hate all the work he was put threw. Still, he loved his parents, and was grateful for giving birth to him, so he stayed.
Upon reaching his mid teens (in lion years), his parents deemed him ready; ready to take on the pride that had banished them. To be frank, it didn't take much to purge the old leader. In fact, Xros wound up doing pretty much nothing. Lon and Tau merely waved him around and threatened to use his non-existent ice-touched powers to destroy the pride if they didn't hand over the leadership. The old leader backed down in an instant, fearing their fabricated lies, and left as quickly as his spry legs could carry him.
For a few weeks after, Xros was little more than a trophy and a good excuse to threaten other prides into submission. Lon and Tau had conquered their neighbours in record time, and soon, Xros' homeland came to fear Lon and his family.
At first, Xros cared little for his now cushioned life style. He no longer had to train extensively to please his parents. It was almost like they forgot about his existence. Even his siblings had stopped paying attention to him. Even when he was right there, right in front of them, he seemed to be no more than a slip of air. But he knew there were those who eyed him warily whenever he walked by with his other-worldly silence. Some would even trip over themselves in exaggerated attempts of escaping his glance. This really bothered him. But instead of going to his family for help, he turned to the rumours of the ice-touched, and how they lived together in the harsh north.
Mustering up every ounce of courage possible, he promptly left the pride in the dead of night to set out, seeking others of his kind. His true kind. Braving terrain he had never seen -- seas, mountains, forests -- he eventually found his way to the frigid lands housing the ice-touched. Albeit a newcomer, he has already conformed to their ways and is slowly, but surely, finding his niche within the tribe. Despite causing some trivial trouble here and there.
RP Sample: His laboured breathes came in short, frosty bursts. He could feel his lungs starting to give way to the icy iron grip of the snowstorm. They tried ever so desperately to keep the air flowing. His chest burned with the effort -- no -- every part of his body burned, all the way down to his toes. He could feel every fiber of his being slowly succumbing to the slow process of death. He heaved another step, only to have his cold, cold body collide with the pillow of snow beneath him. Dazed and disoriented, he gazed before him with the expression of a man on death row. He did not want to die here. Not in this bleak, hopeless landscape. He did not want to die in a fruitless venture. Stubbornly, the white lion regained control of his exhausted husk and forced himself to rise. A string of inaudible words escaped his black lips -- perhaps a curse towards the snow -- and he pressed on.
((Ah, well this turned out longer than intended. I should've compressed it a bit more, but. xD Is this alright?))
