NAME* CAESURA; CURRENT CHAR. TITLES A WIP
——— [ A RHYTHMICAL PAUSE IN A POETIC LINE ]
DETAILS* ≈2 YEARS OLD. CIS MALE. SEXUALITY ?
ALLIANCE* NONE. STAYS IN HOMEWOOD FOREST.
BATTLE* UNRELENTING. AGGRESSIVE. RUTHLESS.
SHOWS LITTLE MERCY & WILL KILL. -DANGEROUS.
——— SKILLED & BRUTAL. -ENDS FIGHTS QUICKLY.
TWS FOR: UNSPECIFIED DRUG USE, VIOLENT BACKGROUNDS, PAST ABUSE & RECOVERY.
LIGER. 900 LBS. MUSCULAR, BROAD. BLACK WITH RAVEN TONES* Caesura is a primal creature, massive and imposing, every muscle pulled taut and firm underneath winter-heavy fur. He isn't easy to miss or underestimate — you see him and you know that he's not here for any good reason. The liger walks with a certain intent, a heavy-footed grace that turns to a light-footed surety, broad paws carving out a path that very few will ever see. He's a contradiction in visibility and invisibility, unable to be forgotten but only rarely able to be remembered. Caesura's pelt is pitch black, lit up by only the faintest hints of a raven's blue, silky and smooth, particularly prominent in the faint striping pattern of his fur. he has many scars that break up the smoothness of it in both hidden and obvious places. A skull has been carefully carved into his shoulder, flesh and fur carefully excised, to leave flat scars that have since been inked in deep, rich colors that blend in with his pelt until viewed at a certain angle or in certain lights. His eyes act similarly, a seemingly boring grey until viewed in the light, at which point they sparkle like ice under a cold winter sun.
QUIET, ACERBIC. EASILY FRIGHTENED. PARANOID. AGGRESSIVE* A twitchy, asocial creature, it's nearly impossible to picture Caesura as he once was. Before his tenure with a pack of mindless beasts, he had been learning how to open up. That quiet warmth still exists somewhere underneath the surface, though it's hidden with layers of animalistic conditioning and a primal desire to stay alive. What hasn't been torn out of him has instead been suffocated under a desperate starvation, tethered to an inescapable need for more. It makes him vicious, violent and cruel, but not because he wants to be. Underneath all of his ruined morals, Caesura clings to the idea that he was supposed to be better than this. That at one point in his life, he had been. Still, he's not the kind of creature that you can negotiate with. Once a fight breaks out it becomes kill or be killed — one creature will die. Sometimes he just wishes it would be him.