Post by Snapjaw on Mar 6, 2007 16:52:48 GMT
Name: Snapjaw
Species: Long Snouted Marten
Age: 6 years
Gender: Male
Army: Martens
Position: Ruler
Dimensions
Height: 2 feet
Weight: 22kg
Length: From tip of snout to tip of tail, I'd say..about 4 feet
Appearance:
Snapjaw is larger then the average Marten, with thick black fur. You would assume it was his fur making his outline bulky, but you'd be wrong. He is extremely heavily muscled, you can see them rippling through his fur. But this rather diminishes his natural sleek marten body. His tail is super-bushy, fading to white at the tip. He has let his claws grow, now they are extremely long and cruelly hooked.
But what's most remarkable about him is his face.
In his culture, a leader marten would wear the small skull of a rodent on his forehead. But not Snapjaw. He wears a marten skull on his head, like a helmet. Like the pic! ^_-
Under it his eyes are blood red with slitted pupils and numerous scars running over them.
History:
Snapjaw's history usually puts one in awe of his accomplishments.
When he was young, his first kills were his own siblings. His father was the army leader, with the skull of an eagle upon his crown.
Snapjaw grew up abused and mistreated by the other martens of the army to a point when he was only a year old, Snapjaw's rage, having been building up for his whole life, exploded like a volcano. He went on a vicious killing spree, killing all in the army until there was only one remaining. His own father. In a fit of blind rage, Snapjaw tore the other marten apart like paper. Only afterwards did he realize, in the aftermath of his rage, that the pitiful remains on the forest floor were actually his father, the only member of his family that he had not thought below him.
The dispair that then engulfed him was enough to drive him permanently insane.
Snapjaw tore open the carcass and ripped out the skull, placing it on his head. He lived on that carcass for some time. When it had wasted away, so had Snapjaw's desire for a family, for love and praise. All that was left was a cold heartless creature, with no intentions further then building an army and wiping out the rest of the forest's animals.
Personality:
Snapjaw's heart is filled with permanent rage. He treats every animal as lower then dirt. No animal is worthy of his attention, or indeed, the right to say alive. He always wants, always gets, but never feels whole. For example, if he feels the need to tear something apart, he would kill the nearest marten. He goes on long walks alone, without the rest of the marten army who insist on going, for their own protection, though they pretend it is for his.
Not surprisingly, he never gets attacked. And why should he be attacked? The only animal with a chance against him are the rouges, and nomads, Bears, Wolves and Deer. But they scarcely come to his territory.
Pert of the reason for his short temperdness is the pain in his own head. Since he first put on his father's skull he has never taken it off, and now he can't. Now he is full grown, and even larger then his father. The skull is tight on his head, and soon it will crack under the pressure. He can only hope for that day.
Roleplay Example:
meh
Species: Long Snouted Marten
Age: 6 years
Gender: Male
Army: Martens
Position: Ruler
Dimensions
Height: 2 feet
Weight: 22kg
Length: From tip of snout to tip of tail, I'd say..about 4 feet
Appearance:
Snapjaw is larger then the average Marten, with thick black fur. You would assume it was his fur making his outline bulky, but you'd be wrong. He is extremely heavily muscled, you can see them rippling through his fur. But this rather diminishes his natural sleek marten body. His tail is super-bushy, fading to white at the tip. He has let his claws grow, now they are extremely long and cruelly hooked.
But what's most remarkable about him is his face.
In his culture, a leader marten would wear the small skull of a rodent on his forehead. But not Snapjaw. He wears a marten skull on his head, like a helmet. Like the pic! ^_-
Under it his eyes are blood red with slitted pupils and numerous scars running over them.
History:
Snapjaw's history usually puts one in awe of his accomplishments.
When he was young, his first kills were his own siblings. His father was the army leader, with the skull of an eagle upon his crown.
Snapjaw grew up abused and mistreated by the other martens of the army to a point when he was only a year old, Snapjaw's rage, having been building up for his whole life, exploded like a volcano. He went on a vicious killing spree, killing all in the army until there was only one remaining. His own father. In a fit of blind rage, Snapjaw tore the other marten apart like paper. Only afterwards did he realize, in the aftermath of his rage, that the pitiful remains on the forest floor were actually his father, the only member of his family that he had not thought below him.
The dispair that then engulfed him was enough to drive him permanently insane.
Snapjaw tore open the carcass and ripped out the skull, placing it on his head. He lived on that carcass for some time. When it had wasted away, so had Snapjaw's desire for a family, for love and praise. All that was left was a cold heartless creature, with no intentions further then building an army and wiping out the rest of the forest's animals.
Personality:
Snapjaw's heart is filled with permanent rage. He treats every animal as lower then dirt. No animal is worthy of his attention, or indeed, the right to say alive. He always wants, always gets, but never feels whole. For example, if he feels the need to tear something apart, he would kill the nearest marten. He goes on long walks alone, without the rest of the marten army who insist on going, for their own protection, though they pretend it is for his.
Not surprisingly, he never gets attacked. And why should he be attacked? The only animal with a chance against him are the rouges, and nomads, Bears, Wolves and Deer. But they scarcely come to his territory.
Pert of the reason for his short temperdness is the pain in his own head. Since he first put on his father's skull he has never taken it off, and now he can't. Now he is full grown, and even larger then his father. The skull is tight on his head, and soon it will crack under the pressure. He can only hope for that day.
Roleplay Example:
meh