Post by silas on Sept 11, 2010 0:18:17 GMT -5
Silas
You know I've got you like a puppet in the palm of my hand
You know I've got you like a puppet in the palm of my hand
[/size][/b] Male.
g e n d e r .
a g e .[/size][/b] Four.
o r i e n t a t i o n .[/size][/b] Heterosexual.
r o u t i n e .[/size][/b] Nomad.
p o s i t i o n .[/size][/b]
d e s c r i p t i o n .[/size][/b] A white, black and tan male with enough hair for five cats.
a p p e a r a n c e .[/size][/b] Silas is a heavy set cat with multiple layers compiled with thick fur which add onto his large appearance. These thick, chunky layers consist of a color pallet of whites, grays, blacks as well as multiple shades of tan. Silas' orbs are the hue of warm, golden honey flowing from a freshly opened hive. While exposed to the warmth of the sun's glistening rays, Silas' orbs glisten with a tint of green. The tom's coat is well kept, free of burs and other alien objects.
p e r s o n a l i t y .[/size][/b]
Unconcerned. Lazy. Fat. Narcissistic. This was Silas in a nutshell. This tom was rarely ever concerned about anything else besides himself. If it didn't involve food or himself, Silas was far from interested. Despite being all but interesting, Silas thoroughly enjoys speaking highly of himself. Metaphorically speaking, this tom's head is a tad bit too big for his shoulders. Silas was born a nomad and his upbringing had quite an impact on his personality and his outlook on life. He was brought up to be lazy and to only care for himself and nothing else and Silas did just that. Rarely has this tom ever cared for any other living creature. The one time was when the believed that he was madly in love with another nomad named Amaretto. Love wasn't really in Silas' dictionary or mind. His main concern is to live, eat and sleep. He avoids all social affairs that involve more than two or three felines. If Silas did attend any of these social events, he always single handedly turned the shin dig into nothing but awkward yowls and coughs. He could be considered to be the social moth of the nomads.
h i s t o r y .[/size][/b]
Being born to a sorry excuse of a mother, Silas' has just about every excuse to be the way he is. Growing up as a Nomad is not the most luxurious life for a cat. Silas was not always the emotionless, weathered shell that he is today. When he was much younger, Silas dreamed of being apart of one of the tribes. His mother never approved of such dreaming and believed that her bloodlines were destined to be nomads forever. Despite his mother's disapproval, Silas continued to dream of a better future for himself. His siblings were already corrupted by their hag of a mom.
With a year gone by, Silas' hopes and dreams soon caved in after no luck. He soon became what his mother wanted. Silas spent the next two years lazying around, letting time pass by while he stood still. All of his dreams appeared to be crushed until a beautiful vixen named Amaretto happened upon him one dewy morning while he was sleeping away. Dear Amaretto was also a nomad. With nothing to do, she stayed with Silas for the next year until, gaining his trust. Amaretto had broken down almost every single wall that the shattered tom built throughout those long and lonely three years.
In one single day, all of the work that the angelic Amaretto put into Silas crumbled. She went hunting early before Silas woke and never returned. Once Silas woke, he felt his stomach drop. Something was not right. Usually, Silas was the one who hunted while Amaretto still slept. For some reason, she felt the need to return the favor and allow him that extra time to sleep. After searching for what seemed like years, Silas found his beloved Amaretto's limp body caught in a web of branches. It seemed as if she was in pursuit of a bird's nest and slipped. She was always so careful. It came as a complete and total shock for Silas. After the death of Amaretto, he slinked back into isolation and blocked himself away from the world.
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