Post by shadowcheetah on Jan 31, 2006 22:22:47 GMT -5
Like Star, I'm pretty rusty with RPing. It's been forever, so apologies for lower quality. The main reason I'm applying is just since my proposed character may have abilities that would normally be considered rather powerful - most notably, being able to see the future to a large extent. But given his situation and the fact that *I* cannot see the future, it's more of a storyline attribute than something that could be used to overly affect other characters.
1. History:
One harsh winter, a pregnant female ocelot was left wandering through land after land after being exiled by the others over some sort of curse that was supposedly on her. Whether this curse existed or not, luck certainly seemed to be with her when she finally found shelter in a place that seemed uninhabited. It was in a small cave, deep in tunnels of rocks where the earth's warmth still lingered, that she had her litter. It was there that Sarc came into the world with a family of his mother, and four other siblings. One of the siblings - a sister, named Xiara - was stillborn.
Sarc's memory of his early youth are clouded, and the few memories he retains are made up of blurred, disconnected images, vague feelings, and smells of his family and home. Even before his eyes opened, it was clear he was different from his brothers and sisters. Besides his unusual colouring, while his siblings would cuddle together for warmth, he would remain separate, simply staring for long periods of time at the ceiling, a rock, or the shadows, as if there was something he saw with blind eyes that no others could see. No doubt his mother noticed, but whether she thought there was something wrong, or that it was just some quirk, was never made clear.
Months passed. The litter's eyes opened. And that was when a nearby wolf pack discovered them. They didn't appreciate "intruders" (although why it took so long for them to find the family if it really was their territory is a curious point). A fight broke out, and Sarc's mother, trying to defend her litter, eventually fell despite taking down many first. The rest of the kits were killed as well. For some reason, though, when it came Sarc's turn, the alpha stopped the pack.
Instead of death, Sarc found himself "adopted" into the wolf family, although none were too happy over the unexplained decision of the alpha. Sarc was always somewhat strange, and even with sight now, he would spend just as long staring at the world around him as if much more was there than there actually was. After some time, the reasons became clear when Sarc abruptly grew terrified, saying that "they" were there, and that the alpha, and two others were dead. Considering he was talking TO the alpha at the time, this was somewhat odd. A day later, another rival pack had come in an attempt increase territory. The alpha was killed, along with the two Sarc had mentioned.
As time went on, it soon became clear that somehow, the feline kit just knew things that were to come. The new alpha soon decided this was a key to make the pack more powerful. Despite this, their patience wasn't as large as their appreciation for his potential. He ended up often getting beaten by others as they tried to find out information that he couldn't himself see. As he grew, he became much better at defending himself, though, and with little loyalty to the pack, became an object of fear. Still, if for no other reason than the past teaching him the danger of defying the alpha, he went along with things.
However, he slowly began to understand more and more about that myriads of possibilities upon possibilities that he could somehow perceive in his mind - the source of his strange gift of sight. At first, he tried to use this knowledge for good - to help others. But along with the pressure of others trying to abuse his abilities for their own purposes, his mind soon became more and more scattered. He began to believe that because he could see it, it was his responsibility to ensure that the future went in a way that was right. Even as he began to try to manipulate the threads of possibilities, he began to see more and more until the masses of converging paths became too much for him. This, and his growing belief in his own responsibility for all that went on in the world, his mind snapped.
One day, he left the pack - or what was left of them. The remains of the pack would later be discovered, although inexplicably, a few of the bodies had nothing left but bones.
2) Character Description:
Sarc, being an ocelot, not surprisingly has normal ocelot markings, but much of his body is also covered in pure black that wraps around his body randomly, seeming to merge with the natural elongated spots in tapered tendrils at certain points, while at others, overwhelming them entirely. The chaotically patterned fur often gives him a slightly disturbing appearance. While still quite young, he bears many scars from his time growing up that can be seen upon closer inspection. There is a large niche in his left ear. His eyes are a piercing, pale blue.
His greatest gift, and curse, is his ability to percieve different threads of possibilities within his mind as he looks around, seeing how they converge and interact in the intricate ways of time. In essence, he can, to some extent, see the future, although sometimes, he gets the past or future mixed up with the present and begins talking and acting as if something that has, or will happen IS happening. Unfortunately, the same ability of sight into what is to come has taken its toll on him: most notably, driving him completely insane. While his heart is very kind and he never intends anything but the best for others, he is both a murderer, and cannibal. Strangely, his choice of targets often reflect those that he likes or admires the most (although just as often, he does nothing but help them without harming them at all). His continuing impossible quest of single-handedly trying to right the entire world that he views through the chaotically skewed eye of his mind makes him constantly have the appearance of having some sort of deep, maelvolent, and very disturbing darkness barely contained within him.
Strangely, despite all this, he is usually calm, civilized, surprisingly polite, and even charismatic. If it wasn't for the disturbing little things, and his tendency to frequently throw in cryptic comments or go off on tangents about dark issues that seem to make sense to no one else, he would probably, at least on the surface, appear quite nice and very normal (if a little too kind).
3) Abilities/Powers:
- Ability to see the future, its possibilities, and what is to come. What he sees, however, is limited to his ability to comprehend everything that has been, is, or ever will be (which, being mortal, is very limited). He often misinterprets what he sees, or he may be just plain wrong at times (especially if someone acts different as a result of what he does after seeing a future).
- Empathic - nothing supernatural, but he tends to be mildly influenced by the feelings of others around him, and as such, can often accurately gague the feelings of others.
4) A sample roleplay post. This is the most important part.
The trees bowed as the wind blew past, rustling the leaves in a display of emerald fireworks, like the reflection of sun on rippled water. The feline turned his head, watching. Despite the sun, a storm was coming. He could smell it... or rather, he would soon. It was hard to keep track sometimes.
All of the threads... each thread connected the lives all around, forming a giant tapestry. Threads could sometimes be cut - sometimes they had to be... other times, they were joined. Himself, he could see... except he was a dark thread. Dark but clear, and much of his thread of possibilities ran under the tapestry, out of view. And, there was another... another thread... More important, but like his, running under the main tapestry, unseen as it writhed and spread, touching more and more threads. He didn't know what that thread was yet - only that it was important. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see more... even after he'd joined another thread with his own. She'd been so admirable, impossibly idealistic and nice.
If only he could see her thread still, but it was joined now, and she was gone - her shell mutilated back near that peaceful lake. He'd dragged her there, then taken a long drink after filling his belly. She deserved that much, even if the shell was nothing in the tapestry... not anymore.
The wind blew harder now. He smelled the storm coming.
He had left the lake. So, he stood, then began leaving from the lake. It was necessary. Then, he paused for a moment. The thread... it was clearer - the crossroads, the important part that could help him shape the rest of the tapestry. Someone waited... he'd only to find that creature... everything depended on that. Suddenly giddy, he laughed, continuing faster now. Dark clouds gathered overhead. The sky flashed, followed by the rolling of thunder.
It wouldn't do to get wet. There would be a cave ahead... or he thought so. He couldn't quite remember. He'd passed it so long ago. Or he would once he left after the storm. He shook his head, trying to clear it. So much he still needed to see, and even the simple things unclear. The work seemed impossible at times like this.
Another flash of lightning sent his fur on end as he saw the spot ahead, then ran through the large clearing, jumping rocks over the stream, and dashing into the dry cave. Shortly after, raindrops fell with gentle patpatpats as they fell from the heavens and hit the earth.
Another flash and terrifyingly loud roar as lightning struck. That was it. Soon, the strange smell of burning vegetation mixed with the fresh scent of rain. Her shell would be gone soon. And he... he had to find that thread before more had to be joined, or cut... before the tapestry was unravelled and turned from the delicate pattern to the dark chaos that was underneath.
Laying down, he tried to stop thinking about it. It didn't work, of course. So, he looked upon the clear, bright thread - small and cut short, but the most beautiful of all. If he focused, he could feel her again. And it stopped him from thinking about the rest.
"Good night, sister," he whispered before drifting of to sleep himself.
1. History:
One harsh winter, a pregnant female ocelot was left wandering through land after land after being exiled by the others over some sort of curse that was supposedly on her. Whether this curse existed or not, luck certainly seemed to be with her when she finally found shelter in a place that seemed uninhabited. It was in a small cave, deep in tunnels of rocks where the earth's warmth still lingered, that she had her litter. It was there that Sarc came into the world with a family of his mother, and four other siblings. One of the siblings - a sister, named Xiara - was stillborn.
Sarc's memory of his early youth are clouded, and the few memories he retains are made up of blurred, disconnected images, vague feelings, and smells of his family and home. Even before his eyes opened, it was clear he was different from his brothers and sisters. Besides his unusual colouring, while his siblings would cuddle together for warmth, he would remain separate, simply staring for long periods of time at the ceiling, a rock, or the shadows, as if there was something he saw with blind eyes that no others could see. No doubt his mother noticed, but whether she thought there was something wrong, or that it was just some quirk, was never made clear.
Months passed. The litter's eyes opened. And that was when a nearby wolf pack discovered them. They didn't appreciate "intruders" (although why it took so long for them to find the family if it really was their territory is a curious point). A fight broke out, and Sarc's mother, trying to defend her litter, eventually fell despite taking down many first. The rest of the kits were killed as well. For some reason, though, when it came Sarc's turn, the alpha stopped the pack.
Instead of death, Sarc found himself "adopted" into the wolf family, although none were too happy over the unexplained decision of the alpha. Sarc was always somewhat strange, and even with sight now, he would spend just as long staring at the world around him as if much more was there than there actually was. After some time, the reasons became clear when Sarc abruptly grew terrified, saying that "they" were there, and that the alpha, and two others were dead. Considering he was talking TO the alpha at the time, this was somewhat odd. A day later, another rival pack had come in an attempt increase territory. The alpha was killed, along with the two Sarc had mentioned.
As time went on, it soon became clear that somehow, the feline kit just knew things that were to come. The new alpha soon decided this was a key to make the pack more powerful. Despite this, their patience wasn't as large as their appreciation for his potential. He ended up often getting beaten by others as they tried to find out information that he couldn't himself see. As he grew, he became much better at defending himself, though, and with little loyalty to the pack, became an object of fear. Still, if for no other reason than the past teaching him the danger of defying the alpha, he went along with things.
However, he slowly began to understand more and more about that myriads of possibilities upon possibilities that he could somehow perceive in his mind - the source of his strange gift of sight. At first, he tried to use this knowledge for good - to help others. But along with the pressure of others trying to abuse his abilities for their own purposes, his mind soon became more and more scattered. He began to believe that because he could see it, it was his responsibility to ensure that the future went in a way that was right. Even as he began to try to manipulate the threads of possibilities, he began to see more and more until the masses of converging paths became too much for him. This, and his growing belief in his own responsibility for all that went on in the world, his mind snapped.
One day, he left the pack - or what was left of them. The remains of the pack would later be discovered, although inexplicably, a few of the bodies had nothing left but bones.
2) Character Description:
Sarc, being an ocelot, not surprisingly has normal ocelot markings, but much of his body is also covered in pure black that wraps around his body randomly, seeming to merge with the natural elongated spots in tapered tendrils at certain points, while at others, overwhelming them entirely. The chaotically patterned fur often gives him a slightly disturbing appearance. While still quite young, he bears many scars from his time growing up that can be seen upon closer inspection. There is a large niche in his left ear. His eyes are a piercing, pale blue.
His greatest gift, and curse, is his ability to percieve different threads of possibilities within his mind as he looks around, seeing how they converge and interact in the intricate ways of time. In essence, he can, to some extent, see the future, although sometimes, he gets the past or future mixed up with the present and begins talking and acting as if something that has, or will happen IS happening. Unfortunately, the same ability of sight into what is to come has taken its toll on him: most notably, driving him completely insane. While his heart is very kind and he never intends anything but the best for others, he is both a murderer, and cannibal. Strangely, his choice of targets often reflect those that he likes or admires the most (although just as often, he does nothing but help them without harming them at all). His continuing impossible quest of single-handedly trying to right the entire world that he views through the chaotically skewed eye of his mind makes him constantly have the appearance of having some sort of deep, maelvolent, and very disturbing darkness barely contained within him.
Strangely, despite all this, he is usually calm, civilized, surprisingly polite, and even charismatic. If it wasn't for the disturbing little things, and his tendency to frequently throw in cryptic comments or go off on tangents about dark issues that seem to make sense to no one else, he would probably, at least on the surface, appear quite nice and very normal (if a little too kind).
3) Abilities/Powers:
- Ability to see the future, its possibilities, and what is to come. What he sees, however, is limited to his ability to comprehend everything that has been, is, or ever will be (which, being mortal, is very limited). He often misinterprets what he sees, or he may be just plain wrong at times (especially if someone acts different as a result of what he does after seeing a future).
- Empathic - nothing supernatural, but he tends to be mildly influenced by the feelings of others around him, and as such, can often accurately gague the feelings of others.
4) A sample roleplay post. This is the most important part.
The trees bowed as the wind blew past, rustling the leaves in a display of emerald fireworks, like the reflection of sun on rippled water. The feline turned his head, watching. Despite the sun, a storm was coming. He could smell it... or rather, he would soon. It was hard to keep track sometimes.
All of the threads... each thread connected the lives all around, forming a giant tapestry. Threads could sometimes be cut - sometimes they had to be... other times, they were joined. Himself, he could see... except he was a dark thread. Dark but clear, and much of his thread of possibilities ran under the tapestry, out of view. And, there was another... another thread... More important, but like his, running under the main tapestry, unseen as it writhed and spread, touching more and more threads. He didn't know what that thread was yet - only that it was important. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see more... even after he'd joined another thread with his own. She'd been so admirable, impossibly idealistic and nice.
If only he could see her thread still, but it was joined now, and she was gone - her shell mutilated back near that peaceful lake. He'd dragged her there, then taken a long drink after filling his belly. She deserved that much, even if the shell was nothing in the tapestry... not anymore.
The wind blew harder now. He smelled the storm coming.
He had left the lake. So, he stood, then began leaving from the lake. It was necessary. Then, he paused for a moment. The thread... it was clearer - the crossroads, the important part that could help him shape the rest of the tapestry. Someone waited... he'd only to find that creature... everything depended on that. Suddenly giddy, he laughed, continuing faster now. Dark clouds gathered overhead. The sky flashed, followed by the rolling of thunder.
It wouldn't do to get wet. There would be a cave ahead... or he thought so. He couldn't quite remember. He'd passed it so long ago. Or he would once he left after the storm. He shook his head, trying to clear it. So much he still needed to see, and even the simple things unclear. The work seemed impossible at times like this.
Another flash of lightning sent his fur on end as he saw the spot ahead, then ran through the large clearing, jumping rocks over the stream, and dashing into the dry cave. Shortly after, raindrops fell with gentle patpatpats as they fell from the heavens and hit the earth.
Another flash and terrifyingly loud roar as lightning struck. That was it. Soon, the strange smell of burning vegetation mixed with the fresh scent of rain. Her shell would be gone soon. And he... he had to find that thread before more had to be joined, or cut... before the tapestry was unravelled and turned from the delicate pattern to the dark chaos that was underneath.
Laying down, he tried to stop thinking about it. It didn't work, of course. So, he looked upon the clear, bright thread - small and cut short, but the most beautiful of all. If he focused, he could feel her again. And it stopped him from thinking about the rest.
"Good night, sister," he whispered before drifting of to sleep himself.
