Post by darkblood on Dec 7, 2009 0:40:25 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Cyzer - Loner
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Cyzer is a fairly well built cat. Though his muscles and Senses are dulled from being born a kitty pet he is slowly gaining the skills needed to live in the wild. He is a red Tabby tam with emerald green eyes. He is a short haired cat that tends to always have short hair, even in winter.
i666.photobucket.com/albums/vv23/Darkblood_The_Blood_Wolf/Cyzer1.jpg?t=1260163573
(image has not been shopped in anyway)
Personality: Cyzer tends to keep to himself and only shows himself to others who he feels would know about his presence. He is fiercely loyal to any friends he may get and always has their back, that is unless they betray him or any of his other fiends. He does not have a very good taste in fighting. But that could change as he has never really been in many battles, only those with other loners. He has a weakness helping sick, old, dying, in danger, etc. cats. He also has an undying urge to save every Kit he feels is in danger. That itself can lead him into danger.
History: Cyzer was born as a kitty-pet. He never knew his parents as he was given to other two legs before he could see them. He had a fairly relaxed life as all kitty-pets do. That is until the two legs he lived with, nest burst into flames. From that day he was forced to live in the streets. Moving from one back ally to another. Sleeping in the occasional two-leg garden. He has found a few parks but moves through those fast as he can be seen quickly in the open. He wanders for a new home, one he can choose himself.
Relatives: None
Other: Cyzer stopped sniffing the air. His belly growled. It had been some time since he had eaten. He smelled it. The mouse he had been hunting for the past minute. He had smelled it and a few seconds later he had it in his sights. He raised his hackles. Preparing for the pounce. Just one more second...*crash* A garbage can tipped, sending it's contents all over the ground. Cyzer pounced, but the mouse was already gone. He sighed inward. It was going to be another long day.
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Cyzer is a fairly well built cat. Though his muscles and Senses are dulled from being born a kitty pet he is slowly gaining the skills needed to live in the wild. He is a red Tabby tam with emerald green eyes. He is a short haired cat that tends to always have short hair, even in winter.
i666.photobucket.com/albums/vv23/Darkblood_The_Blood_Wolf/Cyzer1.jpg?t=1260163573
(image has not been shopped in anyway)
Personality: Cyzer tends to keep to himself and only shows himself to others who he feels would know about his presence. He is fiercely loyal to any friends he may get and always has their back, that is unless they betray him or any of his other fiends. He does not have a very good taste in fighting. But that could change as he has never really been in many battles, only those with other loners. He has a weakness helping sick, old, dying, in danger, etc. cats. He also has an undying urge to save every Kit he feels is in danger. That itself can lead him into danger.
History: Cyzer was born as a kitty-pet. He never knew his parents as he was given to other two legs before he could see them. He had a fairly relaxed life as all kitty-pets do. That is until the two legs he lived with, nest burst into flames. From that day he was forced to live in the streets. Moving from one back ally to another. Sleeping in the occasional two-leg garden. He has found a few parks but moves through those fast as he can be seen quickly in the open. He wanders for a new home, one he can choose himself.
Relatives: None
Other: Cyzer stopped sniffing the air. His belly growled. It had been some time since he had eaten. He smelled it. The mouse he had been hunting for the past minute. He had smelled it and a few seconds later he had it in his sights. He raised his hackles. Preparing for the pounce. Just one more second...*crash* A garbage can tipped, sending it's contents all over the ground. Cyzer pounced, but the mouse was already gone. He sighed inward. It was going to be another long day.
