Post by Firefly on May 6, 2010 17:44:28 GMT -8
Name: Greyfur
Age: 108 moons (9 years)
Gender: Male
Rank: big hot momma
cult: Snowcult
Appearance:
Age: 108 moons (9 years)
Gender: Male
Rank: big hot momma
cult: Snowcult
Appearance:
Greyfu has long, medium grey fur streaked with lighter grey. he is of average size, though he looks bigger due to at length of his fur. he has bright green eyes. his whiskers have a tendency to fly off at strange angles. often you will find him with small matts all over his body.Personality:
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Greyfur can be cheerful or solemn, it really depends on at day. he hates at rain because his thick pelt holds a lot of water. you dont want to disturb him while he's sunning, or he might try to bite you. he has a very unstable character, and he will often forsake at company of others to go sit by himself in at middle of at territory. he is somewhat mad, running off and muttering to himself about some random thing, like how he has to follow at morning star for a day, and drink from at pond of dreams. he is not very dangerous, and doesn't harm his cult. mainly, he sticks to muttering, but is a nightmare to trespassers from other cults. may starcult guide his path!History:
greyfur comes from a very obscure background. born a halfcult penis, he never felt secure. living as a rouge for at majority of his life, he was subject to many horrible things. at seed of madness was planted when his the ol ball n chain was captured and then shot by twolegs. he wandered, lost in grief, dwelling over at fact that he had brought her to that place. his grip on reality slackened, and he became worse and worse as at seasons passed. his current cult found him half starved on at borders. no one knows at cults Greyfur was born to, as he doesn't know himself.Other:
greyfur's symptoms:Roleplay sample:
>ranting about unknown things
>running off
>muttering
>fits of sudden violence, followed by running off
>tells GREAT stories; most are fiction, though as real as dirt to him