Post by Imorta Thaw on Aug 23, 2008 10:36:43 GMT -8
Name: Gen (His mather wanted him to have a name like that of her own clan)
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Rank: does not apply, at least I don't think so...
Group: Un-Named
Description: Gen is... well, to put it plainly... a sarcastic pain in the tail. He enjoys teasing people, but unless they’ve made it onto his very short ‘hate’ list, he’s generally not too mean. He’s perfectly happy with his own life, except for the occasional boredom, and acts rather cub-like most of the time. He’s rather small, and if you knew him, you’d say he had only just turned two. But what Gen lacks in composure, he makes up for in stealth. His size allows him to get into tight spaces, and his innocence can get him out. His hearing is very acute. He can climb very well, but his small size can be a very large handicap sometimes. He cannot run as fast as most of his kin members, as his strides are much shorter than theirs. And he defiantly can’t run for as long. He’s not much of a hunter, but he enjoys chasing after his prey.
Gen looks like a modern day cheetah, but it a little lighter and grayer than normal. His eye markings are large, and stand out from his lighter coat. He has no scars to speak of yet; he prefers to run away from a fight rather than stay and risk injury. He has a long tail that makes climbing trees much easier. And he has dark brown eyes that definitely posses the spark.
History: Gen was born to a mother that had been exiled from the Named Clan for taking an Un-Named as a mate even though he was perfectly intelligent. Gen was one of the three cubs in her first litter. Carrying triplets put too much of a strain on his mother, who was already starting to gray with age. His sister died two days after birthing, and his mother only lasted two months after that; just enough to know that Gen's brother had been born without a spark, and that Gen himself was going to be a runt. Gen’s father taught the brothers to hunt as best he could. Unfortunately, he knew nothing of the traditions of the Named, and could not teach them about the red tongue, or even herding, not that Gen’s brother cared.
Gen only stayed with his father and brother for a year, and then went of to see what he could see. Gen had had a curious streak since birth. He learned of the existence of fire, and that others like him had learned to herd animals, instead of just hunting them, but nothing else. The Named guarded their secrets well. At first, he was frightened to go near their territories. But soon, the promise of knowledge and companionship grew enough to overcome his fears, and he started getting closer and closer to their borders. But to this day, he still has not entered the territories of the Named.
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Rank: does not apply, at least I don't think so...
Group: Un-Named
Description: Gen is... well, to put it plainly... a sarcastic pain in the tail. He enjoys teasing people, but unless they’ve made it onto his very short ‘hate’ list, he’s generally not too mean. He’s perfectly happy with his own life, except for the occasional boredom, and acts rather cub-like most of the time. He’s rather small, and if you knew him, you’d say he had only just turned two. But what Gen lacks in composure, he makes up for in stealth. His size allows him to get into tight spaces, and his innocence can get him out. His hearing is very acute. He can climb very well, but his small size can be a very large handicap sometimes. He cannot run as fast as most of his kin members, as his strides are much shorter than theirs. And he defiantly can’t run for as long. He’s not much of a hunter, but he enjoys chasing after his prey.
Gen looks like a modern day cheetah, but it a little lighter and grayer than normal. His eye markings are large, and stand out from his lighter coat. He has no scars to speak of yet; he prefers to run away from a fight rather than stay and risk injury. He has a long tail that makes climbing trees much easier. And he has dark brown eyes that definitely posses the spark.
History: Gen was born to a mother that had been exiled from the Named Clan for taking an Un-Named as a mate even though he was perfectly intelligent. Gen was one of the three cubs in her first litter. Carrying triplets put too much of a strain on his mother, who was already starting to gray with age. His sister died two days after birthing, and his mother only lasted two months after that; just enough to know that Gen's brother had been born without a spark, and that Gen himself was going to be a runt. Gen’s father taught the brothers to hunt as best he could. Unfortunately, he knew nothing of the traditions of the Named, and could not teach them about the red tongue, or even herding, not that Gen’s brother cared.
Gen only stayed with his father and brother for a year, and then went of to see what he could see. Gen had had a curious streak since birth. He learned of the existence of fire, and that others like him had learned to herd animals, instead of just hunting them, but nothing else. The Named guarded their secrets well. At first, he was frightened to go near their territories. But soon, the promise of knowledge and companionship grew enough to overcome his fears, and he started getting closer and closer to their borders. But to this day, he still has not entered the territories of the Named.
