Post by Outcast on Aug 15, 2006 8:01:56 GMT -5
Name: Vensolarin
Nickname: Ven
Age: 3 Years
Sex: Male
Pack: BBA
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Mother:
Father:
Siblings:
B-Day:
Sexuality: Straight
Beloved:
Race: Marsupial Lion
Breed: Thylacoleo Carnifex/ Thylacosmilus
Height: 2"4'
Weight: 230lbs
Build: A little bulky
Fur: short around the legs and on the tail, but the rest of his body is a medium length. Particularly the ridge of the face, is furry, and the ears have very short fur.
Pattern: A blue grey fur over most of his body, but greys on his legs and some black on his tail. He has grey spots scattered on him.
Personality:
History: First of all, The most important part I need to tell you now, Is that This little ball of fuzz was oversensitive. He overreacted to everything. And thus was the beginning of his self made problems.
As a cub, Vensolarin had been mocked by his family, and his so called friends. He was at first the runt of the litter as well, always being ridiculed and looked down upon as an inferior thought or a speck on the ground. He was angry. He wanted revenge on everyone that made him feel so incompetent, and eventually he snapped. It was harsh insult after another that was still thrown at him, and his parents couldn’t care less. Actually they thought that this would make his siblings stronger, more able to protect themselves. And so, The little Ven took to aggressive behavior. He eventually ended up being abandoned by his parents when humans invaded the territory, and was taken by the humans when dog population was low. Vensolarin was unaccustomed to the transition from suckling a mother to eating meat foods. It was hard to live there at first and many dogs hated him at first, but they soon grew accustomed to having him. He owed his life to the one human who had decided to save his live as compared to killing and eating him. Perhaps this was only due to his small size and ability to make others sorry for him when he was young. He lived with the humans and soon the dogs learned to respect him. He was a wonderful hunter who could bring down huge prey, and he always shared his extra pieces that he got as a reward with the new warriors and hunters with the dogs. He even once got a saber pride to come to an uneasy alliance with the man-packs. He was a valued member by even the humans themselves. He was a fighter if needed, but he dealt poorly with attacks from behind. At last the day of escape. He even convinced some of the dogs to escape with him. He was freed from his masters at last. One day in winter he woke up, and found that he had mortally wounded his friend. What was this? Was there something wrong with him? He couldn’t stand it. And he had lost control. Just long enough to kill the one who cared…The only one that actually had ever shown him any care or love. And he continued the spiral downhill to insanity.
Nickname: Ven
Age: 3 Years
Sex: Male
Pack: BBA
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Mother:
Father:
Siblings:
B-Day:
Sexuality: Straight
Beloved:
Race: Marsupial Lion
Breed: Thylacoleo Carnifex/ Thylacosmilus
Height: 2"4'
Weight: 230lbs
Build: A little bulky
Fur: short around the legs and on the tail, but the rest of his body is a medium length. Particularly the ridge of the face, is furry, and the ears have very short fur.
Pattern: A blue grey fur over most of his body, but greys on his legs and some black on his tail. He has grey spots scattered on him.
Personality:
History: First of all, The most important part I need to tell you now, Is that This little ball of fuzz was oversensitive. He overreacted to everything. And thus was the beginning of his self made problems.
As a cub, Vensolarin had been mocked by his family, and his so called friends. He was at first the runt of the litter as well, always being ridiculed and looked down upon as an inferior thought or a speck on the ground. He was angry. He wanted revenge on everyone that made him feel so incompetent, and eventually he snapped. It was harsh insult after another that was still thrown at him, and his parents couldn’t care less. Actually they thought that this would make his siblings stronger, more able to protect themselves. And so, The little Ven took to aggressive behavior. He eventually ended up being abandoned by his parents when humans invaded the territory, and was taken by the humans when dog population was low. Vensolarin was unaccustomed to the transition from suckling a mother to eating meat foods. It was hard to live there at first and many dogs hated him at first, but they soon grew accustomed to having him. He owed his life to the one human who had decided to save his live as compared to killing and eating him. Perhaps this was only due to his small size and ability to make others sorry for him when he was young. He lived with the humans and soon the dogs learned to respect him. He was a wonderful hunter who could bring down huge prey, and he always shared his extra pieces that he got as a reward with the new warriors and hunters with the dogs. He even once got a saber pride to come to an uneasy alliance with the man-packs. He was a valued member by even the humans themselves. He was a fighter if needed, but he dealt poorly with attacks from behind. At last the day of escape. He even convinced some of the dogs to escape with him. He was freed from his masters at last. One day in winter he woke up, and found that he had mortally wounded his friend. What was this? Was there something wrong with him? He couldn’t stand it. And he had lost control. Just long enough to kill the one who cared…The only one that actually had ever shown him any care or love. And he continued the spiral downhill to insanity.
