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Name: Tywin
Parents: Arelia and Ottor
Mate: n/a
Cubs: n/a
Personality:
Intelligent - having or showing the ability to easily learn or understand things or to deal with new or difficult situations
Resilient - tending to recover or adjust to misfortune or change; strong
Prejudiced - having or showing an unfair feeling for a feral or a group, most often given their birth by rank
Upright - always behaving in an honest way; having high moral standarts
Impetuous - characterized by sudden or rash action or emotion
Proud - having or showing too much pride
Protective - tending strongly to protect
Stern - showing inflexible resolve firm, strict
Sarcastic - using humour's severe form as a natural defense
Quiet - being restrained in speech or manner
Cunnning - employing oneself's skill in a shrewd or sly manner
Background: Your ordinary sob story - kicked out at 6 months, raised later on by a rogue. The rogue is killed and Tywin is left on his own to search for a home. ( I have no idea what to write now
I will probably write more of it later on. )
Roleplay sample: The flames shimmy and flicker, holding him captive, keeping him numb. He focuses solely on their flaring, schorching beauty. They are bewitching. Hearing paw pads in the not so far away distance, he was ready for yet another quarrel but nevertheless his eyes never left the flame in front of him. He needed to be like it -magically beautiful, yet lethal. Killing anything that though it could control him.
"- You cannot just abandon your family. We are connected by blood and blood does not become water!" - the voice was rough and could send shivers by a lion's spine. But Ty was already used to it. He had been hearing since the day of his birth and sadly was his voice as deep as his sire's.
"- I am most certainly not abandoning you. Just lightening your baggage." - The same conversation over and over and over again. As delusional as his father is, Tywin didn't think the second-commander of the pride was that stupid.
"- So you're just going to run away from your problems?!""- Like father like son." - Bestowing any want of the older feline for an answer with this reply, Tywin was hoping this would be the end of it. He would be kicked out, labeled as a traitor and forgotten of.
Using the advantage of his father not uttering a word in the past 5 minutes, Tywin got up and decided it was time. Time for a new beginning, a new life, a new rank, that had nothing to do with his sire's connections.
"- Fine then! Leave, run away! I want nothing to do with you anyway! The he--" - Ottor was trembling with rage - shouting , awakening the whole pride, which was now coming to see the creator of the noise. His mother was now near them and once she saw Tywin's eyes, she knew the decision he had made but stood there so she could steal one last glance of her son. As Ottor was about to curse Tywin, he stopped shouting abruptly, as he was more than surprised by his son's laugh. With one last look at the home he used to have, Tywin let out his infamous grin with the words:
"- Don't say I'm better off dead, 'cause heaven's full and hell won't have me."
