Post by Grim on Jul 14, 2012 11:04:02 GMT -8
Grim
Species: North American Cougar
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Years
Appearence: Grim is a golden colored Cougar, with yellow eyes. He's quite the big feline, and has rather thick claws. His fur has dark brown flecks in it, and the front of his nose a white, along with his front right paw. His left ear has a tear in it, while he has a scar that is to the right of his right eye, reaching from his cheek to the top of his eye.
Likes:
Discipline
Loyalty
Intellegence
Sun
Dislikes:
Stupidity
Ignorance
Strengths:
Clever
Good Fighter
Climbing
Good Leader
Weaknesses:
Hard Headed
Can't Swim
Fears:
Drowning
Losing loved ones
Goals:
Not lose
Good leader
Personality: Grim is a serious kind of one, he isn't the one to be very happy looking, even when he's not mad. He doesn't enjoy the company of many, but he has good patience, most of the time. He does have a more welcoming side, in a way, but that's something that would need to be dug up in time. He does not like being questioned, at all, and doesn't trust others easily, that is something that is earned.
History: Grim was born into a unknown area to him, where the first thing he saw as a cub, was not a mother, but rather metal bars. His only sort of comforting warmth, was a rolled up piece of cloth in the corner of the cage he was in. For days on end, all he knew were metal bars, and chunks of meat he was thrown after his milk bowl was taken away for good. He was probed and poked with long, cold, metal sticks constantly, day in and day out. One day, though, his cage opened, and he found himself in a room with cold floors, and to the very front of him, he found himself looking at a striped orange cub. He had never seen such before, a tiger. He, being the innocent cub he was, made friends with this cub. Moar was her name.
Living in this bigger area, he was still confined, but in a bigger space. He had no idea where he was, nor did he think much of it, he was born into it. Moar, his new friend, though, seemed to explain to him about the world outside. Grass, trees, water, all of which he knew nothing of. There came a day, though, when Moar was taken away from Grim. The man was in all black, with a dark cloak. A week went by, and Grim still awaited alone for Moar's return. The day never came. But, in time, it came for Grim, the dark cloaked man. Grim was taken out into a lighted area, and he cringed at the light, so used to the dark rooms and cages. He was set onto the warm floor, and jabbed with a metal stick forward. He could hardly see.
When his eyes adjusted, he was taken back at the horror that lay in front of him. Moar lay motionless on the ground, bloody and beaten. Next to her, stood a large lion cub. Loud cheers and whoops pierced Grim's ears, and all in his mind left him. The man in the cloak did not need to poke Grim this time, not to fight this cub. It was a quick victory, Grim fighting in anger, until the lion, too, lay bloody and motionless on the ground. Before he could move to Moar, though, he was snatched away with a rope around his neck, back into the darkness.
Days, Grim lay alone, morning his lost, and only friend. His thoughts drifted towards the ring, though, and he remembered the warm feeling that touched his paws. He wanted it again. He wanted to feel grass, see trees, and water. The cage he was in, was carried by a truck, with a tarp over it. He thought long, and careful. When the man in the cloak came to feed him, he set his plan to action. As soon as he opened the cage, to thrown in the meat, Grim jumped out of it. With a snarl and a bite to the man, he jumped over him, and ran. As fast as his legs could take him.
He found that his running led him to mountains, and the mountains was where he stayed. He loved the warmth of the rocks that was taken in by the sun, and soon he found himself making it his home. He didn't want to leave this place, trees lined up, and he found himself not enjoying the water as much as Moar had made it out to be. He had lost a bit of his cub self, living alone for sometime, before he made the area his own territory, where he now takes pride in the tribe that it has become, on an island that is almost impossible to get to.
Rank: High Felis
Family: Micia
Mate: None Yet
Offspring: None Yet
Relatives: None Yet
Other accounts: ceeder
Qualities paid for: None
Questions or Comments:N/A
Species: North American Cougar
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Years
Appearence: Grim is a golden colored Cougar, with yellow eyes. He's quite the big feline, and has rather thick claws. His fur has dark brown flecks in it, and the front of his nose a white, along with his front right paw. His left ear has a tear in it, while he has a scar that is to the right of his right eye, reaching from his cheek to the top of his eye.
Likes:
Discipline
Loyalty
Intellegence
Sun
Dislikes:
Stupidity
Ignorance
Strengths:
Clever
Good Fighter
Climbing
Good Leader
Weaknesses:
Hard Headed
Can't Swim
Fears:
Drowning
Losing loved ones
Goals:
Not lose
Good leader
Personality: Grim is a serious kind of one, he isn't the one to be very happy looking, even when he's not mad. He doesn't enjoy the company of many, but he has good patience, most of the time. He does have a more welcoming side, in a way, but that's something that would need to be dug up in time. He does not like being questioned, at all, and doesn't trust others easily, that is something that is earned.
History: Grim was born into a unknown area to him, where the first thing he saw as a cub, was not a mother, but rather metal bars. His only sort of comforting warmth, was a rolled up piece of cloth in the corner of the cage he was in. For days on end, all he knew were metal bars, and chunks of meat he was thrown after his milk bowl was taken away for good. He was probed and poked with long, cold, metal sticks constantly, day in and day out. One day, though, his cage opened, and he found himself in a room with cold floors, and to the very front of him, he found himself looking at a striped orange cub. He had never seen such before, a tiger. He, being the innocent cub he was, made friends with this cub. Moar was her name.
Living in this bigger area, he was still confined, but in a bigger space. He had no idea where he was, nor did he think much of it, he was born into it. Moar, his new friend, though, seemed to explain to him about the world outside. Grass, trees, water, all of which he knew nothing of. There came a day, though, when Moar was taken away from Grim. The man was in all black, with a dark cloak. A week went by, and Grim still awaited alone for Moar's return. The day never came. But, in time, it came for Grim, the dark cloaked man. Grim was taken out into a lighted area, and he cringed at the light, so used to the dark rooms and cages. He was set onto the warm floor, and jabbed with a metal stick forward. He could hardly see.
When his eyes adjusted, he was taken back at the horror that lay in front of him. Moar lay motionless on the ground, bloody and beaten. Next to her, stood a large lion cub. Loud cheers and whoops pierced Grim's ears, and all in his mind left him. The man in the cloak did not need to poke Grim this time, not to fight this cub. It was a quick victory, Grim fighting in anger, until the lion, too, lay bloody and motionless on the ground. Before he could move to Moar, though, he was snatched away with a rope around his neck, back into the darkness.
Days, Grim lay alone, morning his lost, and only friend. His thoughts drifted towards the ring, though, and he remembered the warm feeling that touched his paws. He wanted it again. He wanted to feel grass, see trees, and water. The cage he was in, was carried by a truck, with a tarp over it. He thought long, and careful. When the man in the cloak came to feed him, he set his plan to action. As soon as he opened the cage, to thrown in the meat, Grim jumped out of it. With a snarl and a bite to the man, he jumped over him, and ran. As fast as his legs could take him.
He found that his running led him to mountains, and the mountains was where he stayed. He loved the warmth of the rocks that was taken in by the sun, and soon he found himself making it his home. He didn't want to leave this place, trees lined up, and he found himself not enjoying the water as much as Moar had made it out to be. He had lost a bit of his cub self, living alone for sometime, before he made the area his own territory, where he now takes pride in the tribe that it has become, on an island that is almost impossible to get to.
Rank: High Felis
Family: Micia
Mate: None Yet
Offspring: None Yet
Relatives: None Yet
Other accounts: ceeder
Qualities paid for: None
Questions or Comments:N/A
