User name: FoxfangPitbull
Character name:Cimmerian
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Species: Leopard (Black)
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Description: Stocky yet long in build, her coat is not over a pure black but a charcoal and her spots can be seen faintly. Her eyes are a grey liver brown and glitter with malice that shows her true nature. Faint scars litter her broad skull and her powerful shoulders are shown through her short, close-cut fur. Tail is long and thick and flexible and her nose is almost roman, very noble looking with a striking profile. Ears are small and compact, very expressive and often pinned against her strong skull.
Personallity: Cimmer is quite a brisk leopardess, either when she's being happy or serious, her manner is straight to the point. She's never been one for mincing her words and believes it's the best way to get things done.
History: Cimmerian was born with blue eyes and was feared to be blind when her eyes opened but failed to darken out in time, but her sight was confirmed to be just fine. As a youngster, she experienced a safe but adventourous childhood. As she aged, Cimmer muscled out and her maliciousness took part as she become more independant. She became cunning and slick. She prowled around looking for adventure, coming across a certain group and trying to make her way with them...
Mate/Offspring: N/A
Loner/Looking to join pride/pack?: Looking to join the group of leopards
Your character is best at?(Optional): Hunting, fighting, assasination
RP sample: She glided out of the water as silently as death itself, grey/borwn splinters glowed from her skull as she pulled herself smoothly from the water. Now her musculatur could be seen moving freely under her skin. Movements silent and expression vacant. The leopardess' name was Cimmerian. Cimmerian meant black...she was ebony. She resembled an otter with her sleekness. Head lowered, she surged up the bank, pawpads leaving wet indenations in the soil. Pushing through some undergrowth, she emerged, steaming.
She headed stright for the base camp, not trotting but moving at a fast, steady and powerful walk. It was the easiest way for her to dry off. Ears laid back agaisnt her neck and body in that of a hunter, that's how she walked, that was the uniqueness of Cimmerian. When this cat moved, you took notice and you got out of the way and you did so fast.
Her broad chest pushed through whatever undergrowth she came into contact with, passing through as if she was ghost or the foligage wasn't there. Tail whiplashing at random intervals as she walked back to camp, eyes still narrowed.
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