WyckFraction: High-Rocks
Rank: Medic
Species: Cheetah
Gender: Male
Name: Wyck
Family Lineage: Wyck's family line was always something of a letdown. The older members, all now deceased for various reasons, were usually the slowest of the group, oddly colored, and the last to agree to do anything willingly. His mother tried to fit in where she could be most useful but still never elevated her family's status. She bore one cub in her lifetime. His father, a large cheetah who fought fiercely in battle and actually had a decent reputation, didn't know Wyck was his own but neither did the cub. When the young cheetah took an interest in the medical field, his mother pushed him towards it. Slowly, Wyck brings honor to himself and his family line with each life he saves.
Personality: Generally a fun guy, Wyck loves to be in the middle of things. He takes his job seriously but tries to keep a the mood light even in dire circumstances. He will take time out of his day to play with the young and treats them with sweet berries along with their medicine when he can. He feels the need to take some blame for every death, regardless of the severity of the wound or the creature's fraction. Wyck often creates his own "tools", although they tend to be fairly rudimentary and generally lopsided. He is frequently caught muttering about the advantages of "retractable claws".
Rp Sample:
"Thank you Wyck!" Wyck watched a young leopard swat a ball of dried red dirt back towards an older jaguar cub. It had taken him three whole days to get the mixture right. It was fairly round, roughly as wide as his paw, and had finally dried out enough for use. The ball wobbled slightly on it's trip, "It's no problem kids. I'm just glad it rolls!" He sat and watched them for a moment, grinning as another pair of cubs decided to join in. He considered teaching the young ones how to make the balls themselves, then looked at his paws. They were stained a red-brown color. He smiled to himself; their parents wouldn't appreciate them making clay balls in their dens and staining their paws. As the ball sailed high towards the jaguar, a little leopard leaped and batted it out of the air. It hit the ground with a thud, small pieces chipping off as it was pummeled by the cubs again. It wouldn't survive long on these rocks... He'd have to make more.
He finally padded back to his den as the growing group, now almost double in size, started making up rules for a team game. Once inside his den, he began taking stock of his supplies. He was running low on a few items, nothing that wasn't too hard to come by this time of year. He trotted and hopped his way out of the rocky camp and to the more fertile growing areas of the garden. He had begun to nip off a few leaves and stems when something rustled in the brush ahead. As a medic, he preferred to heal rather than hurt, plus, he lacked any decent battle moves. As the first hyena stepped out, he gathered the few herbs he'd collected in his maw and gave it a questioning glance. "Are you the new Dim Sands medic trainee?" he mumbled around his load. When a second, and then third hyena began to slink out of hiding near the first, he took a tentative step back "I guess not.... I, uh... I think I have enough for now." Wyck turned tail and bolted as the hyena trio advanced. After a short burst, he slowed and looked back. The offending party snuffled around where he had been standing but didn't appear interested in pursuit. Just as well, he guessed. He had to get back to camp and start working on another ball for the cubs. The one they had must be demolished by now. The thought made him grin around his bundle as he padded back home.((-sings- The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne!
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I'm also a fan. I named my daughter Kaylee River.))