DarkfrostGreyTea Male
Breed: Liger
Appearance: Grey pelt with white undercoat and black mane and markings.
Personality: Friendly and caring, but tends to get annoyed by impoliteness and goofing off when there are serious matters at hand. He is protective of those close to him and will put his life on the line for his companions and the purely innocent. While most loyal to his superiors, his sense of justice out weighs them. If a superior orders him to do something that doesnt sound right to him, he will argue his point before he takes any action. Also when others are confused, he tries to help by telling them what logic says right.
Likes: Cubs, sleeping, logic, being able to help others, hunting, and standing guard
Dislikes: Those who prey on the weak and bullying others.
Fears: Losing those around him.
Biography: Before washing up upon the shore of the Island, he was living with his mother, brother, mate, and his two young cubs. But one day the humans came, slaying and caging his family. As he too was being pushed back into one of the cages, he slipped out from the mans hands and ran to save his family. Almost to their cages he was shot in the right shoulder, taking him tumbling across the dirt. The humans left him there to die, taking the few cages of his pride away with them. He passed out from the blood loss, only to awaken a few more hours to the horror of having his mother, brother, and one of his cubs laying dead amongst him. After that he has traveled alone until arriving upon the island.
Rank: Warrior
Roleplay Sample: Darkfrost's eyes opened wearily, blinking to adjust. The last thing her remembered her was drowning in the ocean, but somehow he was still alive. He began to heave himself up with his massive paws, the old wound in his shoulder fighting him all the way. He finally arose and looked about, unable to comprehend the Island in front of him.
"Where am I?" He thought as he looked about. He gave a small shiver and a sigh, turning to walk the coast alone, keeping eye out for anyone who could tell him where exactly he had washed up.
Malik GreyTea Male
Breed: Husky
Appearance: Dark Chocolate Brown with Tan markings and black accents
Personality: A tyrant; strict, cruel, and fierce. Its his way or no way, doing as he expects and nothing less. Short tempered is the best way to describe it.
Likes: Power, being in control
Dislikes: Failure, disobediance
Fears: Mutiny
Biography: Born in a Boston household at wintertime, Malik was the biggest of his litter. He bossed his siblings around at only a few weeks old, making sure he had his fill and then some of any food to be gorged upon. His antics brought his father, Tengai, a lead sled dog and back ally fighter, to start his training earlier off than his siblings. He grew mighty and strong, but his fathers pace was too slow for him. He wanted to learn everything. So one night, only a year and a half old, he followed his old man to one of his street fights. He knew where it was, his father had taken him there once before to ensure his interest in his training. Once again he saw him tear his opponents to shreds.
When Tengai was done with the fight, he trotted off with a few other hounds to eat some left overs from an Italian Bistro. Thats when Malik entered the ring. His opponent; an old seadog by the name of Duke. He was a muscular Tosa Inu, but slow and at the end of his fighting career. The two stared before Malik jumped at the towering dog. The two brambled, his father getting wind of his sons where-abouts. In a mad dash, Tengai burst through the crowd, only to find Malik handling his own with the powerful hound. In shock he stared at the fight, how deadly his son had become. He broke the fight up and punished Malik for foolishly entering. After that night, his father refused to teach him any more. That it was for his own good.
After that, Malik started sneaking off to the fight on his own. Once his father caught him, he warned the human the next time he saw him heading out, and had him chained in the dog house. A day went by with Malik alone before his father came out to try and talk to him. His words were useless to the young spirit, even enraging. A smart snap back from Malik sent his father on top of him in fury. Malik fought back, fangs bared and straining on the end of his chain. The two fought for a bit until one last leap broke the collar on Maliks chain. The fight was swift and short after that. In an instant it seemed, Tengai laid dead upon the dirt in front of him. Malik looked down coldly, knowing he had won his freedom. He turned and trotted out of the driveway, not a thought to look back.
Rank Wanted: Branch Clan Leader/Loner ((idk o.o))
Roleplay Sample: Malik opened his eyes slowly. Lifting his head, he peered around at the new landscape. His body was sore and heavy, his muscles aching and fatigued. As he struggled to lift himself from the wet shoreline, a wave crashed over him and sent him down again. He laid upright and took another look at his new surroundings, making an easier attempt to gain his paws. With the gashes and bruises from hitting the rocks underneath the dock, his efforts were great. Once succeeding he shook off and padded a few steps away from the waters edge. With a better veiw, he gazed upon the magnificant land in front of him. Such a spacious, starry sky he had never seen before, so dark and desolate. Cold frozen ground with odd structures jutting out from them. To him, this was to be his paradise. His second chance as a leader.
"Oh yes," He said to himself with a sharp, sly grin.
"This land shall be mine."
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