Post by SANGRA MAR on Jun 13, 2012 14:30:21 GMT -5
sangra mar
ALIAS, Di
OTHER CHARACTERS, first one<3
HOW'D YOU FIND US? clicking through random sites' affs, actually
GENDER, male
SPECIES, cheetah
AGE, adult
SEXUALITY, heterosexual
APPEARANCE, still seeing scars
Of an elegant and exotic nature, Sangra stands on tall, sweeping legs that are reminiscent of stilts, which give him a soaring, regal appearance. Long legs carry the light burden of a slim, aerodynamic frame, speckled with sprinkles of black spots, all relatively small in size, that layer thickly most of his body. An underbelly of a soft cream adds color to his sandy exterior. Though not exactly skinny, a very slight, fragile vessel is he, looking like one flick could shatter the illusion of his existence. A long tail attached to his hips gives him adequate balance when tearing across the turf at top speed.
A face of refined beauty, tinged with manly structure, sits atop the fine bodice. Eyes of a deep, resolute amber stare from within a heavy brow structure. Painted lids and natural eyeliner of black trace delicate designs that draw out the true artistry of this magnificent brute. A soft, yet intense, look is adopted by these features, a regal air that is drawn out by the graceful way he moves.
PERSONALITY,
The regal quality of his frame extends into his personality as well. A noble air drifts about him, blending nicely with the tranquility and allure with which he holds himself. A deep-rooted desire for good is set inside him, though he is by certainly no means completely good himself. He speaks with a noble air, articulate and forever polite, and is more like a drifting spirit than an actual creature, going wherever the wind and tide takes him. An intellect and cunning is cased within his predatory skull, harboring also an intensity and a slightly dangerous streak. Anger is not quick to flare upon him, but in situations where it is drawn out of him, it is like an explosion, though he does try to keep calm most days. He prefers to talk only when spoken to, believing himself a slightly higher being than the others he speaks with. This belief is never outwardly shown on his features; he keeps it carefully hidden.
In the company of others, he is a commanding authority. When he speaks, they listen, for his deep baritones and rich accents demand nothing less than their strict attention. His words are nearly as powerful as his presence, dictating his innermost thoughts in a way that can be softly manipulative. He is able to twist his tongue in order to glean what he desires, though he does not normally lie. He is classified as a 'noble' sort, for, at the risk of his own life, he would try to save someone else's if the opportunity was presented to him. He is like the white knight, which some like and others despise, but the one that no one can accurately fault because he simply never does anything fault-worthy. Such a reputation suits him well. His elegant and regal structure molds seamlessly with his personality.
Though he tries to uphold his outstanding character, an undeniably dangerous air is often carried with him. It would not be good to tussle with this creature, even though he may seem delicate. His unnatural speed could run you down in an instant. His sharp, hawk-like eyes and rotating ears catch every sight and sound. His ability to track prey - herbivore and carnivore alike - could give you nowhere to hide. And, if you angered him, there would be nothing left of you for the birds to scavenge.
He does not waste his time with those who are not worthy of him. The scum of the earth, the wrong-doers, could never scrap up enough intrigue to make him spend only a moment with them. He prefers to find company with those more of his stature, more of his intellect. This is why he does not have many friends, not that he is upset about it. He prefers only to have those he can trust around him, which is why the ones he chooses to be around are also often important characters, ones that have distinct and desirable qualities. He is not prejudice against other species, and will talk to them as good as any, but the imperious nature is still rooted inside him, and perhaps this is his greatest flaw. Others under the category of those he does not favor are those who do not respect him. He is an authority, a commander, even if he does not hold a position in which he can accurately do so. Though he does not 'order' others around, he does expect nothing less than polite respect from those whose presence he is in. Break this trend even once, and he may have nothing to do with you for the rest of your pitiable life. And a life without Sangra's nobility is certainly pitiable.
FIRST IMPRESSION,
A first impression of Sangra would be one of intimidation. He is a powerful presence, and wherever he walks, he draws the stares and attention of others. Perhaps the next emotion to come to mind would be respect. The way he walks, the way he talks, sets him apart from the others. He is like a king, though he holds no title, simply because of his actions and words. Respect is a given. Next would be intrigue. Sangra himself presents an air of mystery, with features that can easily be molded into whichever shape and fashion he desires. Another emotion might be concern. Why is he here? What does he want? He is alarming, sometimes, in his speed and skill at hunting and tracking. He is not one to mess around with. He is like a guardian, as close to a protector as you could get. When he appears, something is either wrong or interesting enough to draw his attention; both could be bad. You might like Sangra, you might appreciate his directness, you might even find him as a friend. But respect is a given, fear is an option, and intimidation is a must.
HISTORY,
Of blood and bone he rises above the rest. History is not a touchy subject with him. No disasters occurred in his youth; nothing set back his development or caused him to mature at an early age; no deaths, no murders, no abuse. Perhaps this is why he is so sane today, why his ability to distinguish right from wrong is so acute, why he is able to reign in his temper, why his personality is not mangled in any fashion. His mother and father were of noble but indistinct heritage, though they raised their son in the light of their pride of their culture. Unlike many of the families about them, his youth was not dominated by religion, nor does he, to this day, have a religious bone in his body. His parents preferred to stick with the real and provable, and so they did not instill these mundane beliefs upon their children, simply skipping that part in their development. As Sangra and his younger sister, Sondra, grew, they grew more and more independent until, at the ripe age, they were expelled genially from their home, thrown into the world with good graces, in the hopes that one day they would make names of themselves.
RELATIONSHIPS,
- Sondra - younger sister; status currently unknown (Sangra has not seen Sondra since they stopped traveling together only a few weeks after they left the den)
