Post by Ariadne on Apr 14, 2010 0:49:16 GMT -5
Name: Crave
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Species: Gnawer
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Age: 5
Gender: Male
Species: Gnawer
Appearance:
Nothing would make Crave stand out of a crowd of gnawers at first glance. He isn't one of those who bore a distinctive silver, black, or red coat. Nor is he particularly large or small, or covered in scars, or anything similar. Crave is slightly larger than the average for a male gnawer. This difference is in height, not girth, because he is lean with tight muscles and not a spare ounce of flesh or skin. His entire body is taut like a spring ready to snap back into place at a moments notice. He has a rich agouti colored coat that he keeps shining and smooth, viewing his appearance as a reflection upon himself. Crave's eyes are of a dark, indiscernible color, the only way one knows they aren't black is the slight glimmer of green or blue that shows when he is in the correct lighting.Personality:
A soldier. A fighter. A warrior. That is Crave, from the tip of claws to the last hair on the end of his tail. And he is good at what he does. He fights, and kills according to the orders of his king and his general, asking no questions, and not even giving the slightest pause to think of what he is doing. He is orderly to the extreme, following the law both understood and commanded, for without this there would be chaos which is the furthest thing from what he desires. Crave is practical and calculating, believing that every person has a certain kind of personality that can be predicted, just as every move on the battlefield has been done before and will be done again merely requiring the correct execution and timing. For all that it seems, he is not an automaton. He does have some compassion...for those of his own race...and who don't get in his way...and have the same beliefs. You get the picture.History:
Like most gnawers, Crave was born into a family of fighters. He had two brothers, with which he fought continuously, and normally came out on top, which pleased his father. His mother was very flighty and frequently left the nest for completely unexplained reasons, only to turn up at a later date as if she had never gone anywhere at all. Although Crave grew up in enviable circumstances, good home, family that took care of him if not particularly cared about him, and an almost constant food supply, he resented his family.Codeword: dollars
He far preferred to spend his time with an older gnawer a few caves over, a grizzled veteran who would regale him with tales of glory and slaughter in the name of the rat king; the slaughter of humans of course. Crave’s family was unconcerned with the humans, unless they happened to be raiding one of their camps or patrols for food. The more time he spent with the retired warrior, the more anxious and irritated he became with his own situation. The greater the itch to leave grew, fueling the natural urge for young gnawers to venture from their homes.
When he grew older, his mother began taking one or two of his siblings with her when she wandered, and eventually it was his turn. They traveled through the gnawers lands, and even clipped through the crawlers and spinners lands for a brief stretch. There was no real pattern or true destination to her wanderings, he noticed, but, although he disliked his mother, he found himself grateful that she took him with her. In a roundabout way, she was teaching him, just as his father had taught him to hunt. He learned how to navigate over harsh terrain, and interact with unknown gnawers, how to avoid spinner webs, and how to find suitable caves to sleep in. At one point, they entered a gnawer settlement along the banks of a great river, and Crave was almost eaten by an enormous gnawer. The furious rat claimed that Crave had stolen his fish, but the adolescent held his ground. He did not protest his innocence, but declared his willingness to fight. The other laughed, and offered to teach Crave the skills that would allow him to back up all of his threats and snarls. Crave’s mother left the settlement alone, her pup training under an officer of the gnawer king’s army.
Within a year, he joined the army, please at last with his station in life. He climbed through the ranks quickly as he proved himself to be a fierce and loyal warrior. However, he has no true ambition for leadership positions. He merely wants to serve his king, his race, and…yes, himself.
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Just thought I should relay the amusingness of how lame I am. I totally tried to start a thread in the accepted characters gnawer board. Then I couldn't find the button and I was like...'What? Why won't they let me post?' Then I was like 'duh.' Lulu moment.
' Then I was like 'duh.' Lulu moment.
But I still wanna bite the sexy traitor's tongue.
Except why's it so small???