Posts by Sven.

FEΛTHEЯ. wrote:

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NAME -- Sven
PAST / FUTURE NAMES -- past-- Kit
future-- Svenstar?
GENDER IDENTITY -- male
AGE -- 23 moons
RANK -- Cheiftain

APPEARANCE -- Sven is a Savannah cat. He possesses the attractive trait of a narrowed face and body, while still appearing muscular. He has the common dark brown eyes that are commonly found in his breed. His tail is unusually long, and seems to get in the way at times, however makes for agility and and supports his speed. Perfectly proportioned? No. He has a long neck, with large, circular ears. While his long neck may be considered charming to some, his substantial ears are an embarrassment to him and a great laugh to others. He has black spots and dark brown markings on him; also found on most F1 savannas. There is a scar shaped in a ring around his neck; possibly from a previous collar.
PERSONALITY -- Compatible, logical, and a great fighter, Sven seems like he is the whole package. However, he has a quiet, toned and unoccasionally bold and inhibited, he leads well. Although, at times he becomes unstable, he is trained at hiding it, and no one notices. He can deliver a strong speech and push his clan to fight to the end, he is strong and even manipulative. Whilst some even may call him cold, inside he is conpassionate and cares for his clan.
HISTORY -- Sven was born at a breeding program. These people wanted to save savannas; but to Sven it seemed they wanted to kill him. Shoved in a small cage with many other kittens, or sometimes left in a huge containment in extremely hot weather without water, Sven suffered. Many other savannas lived there, too. All the females were taken away form the cage as soon as possible, so Sven, who, at the time, didn't have a name, had no clue as to what the female gender was. As he free older, he had strong urges to fight with the other males. This became a serious problem. Soon, he was moved to a separate cage with an aged female and an young female. He soon became quick friends with the femme and the elder, as the female was funny and playful and the elder was kind and caring. One day, in the hot of summer, the female kitten seemed very sick. Sven, himself, wasn't feeling great. The elder told them they had to get to water or else they'd die. She told them of freedom, forests, and groups of cats that lived with freedom in them. She told them to run. As they all strained to find a weak spot through the fence, the going femme free worse and worse. However, finally, they all three escaped. They escaped to a large forest. They lived here for around two days, and here the elder gave them names. He, was to be Sven. She, was to be Kendle. Kendle slowly grew better, and soon returned to normal health. All was well. But one night, a fox attacked their home and made way with Sven. Sven's collar tightly wrapped in its jowl, he struggled to free himself. Finally, it pulled off. He ran and ran, just as before, until he met a cat. They invited him to a "clan", the ones the elder had told about. Trusting the elder and the new cat, he followed them into his new home.

KIN -- Unknown.
CRUSH/MATE -- N/A, open.
OFFSPRING -- N/A
STRENGTHS -- -Hunting -Fighting -speaking -agile -logical
WEAKNESSES -- -rude at times -pushes others to their limits without knowing -bullheaded, must be right -Overly orderly
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE -- Sven needed some time away from everyone, sometimes. Sometimes, he got a bit sad. A bit mad. And needed to be away. This, was one of those times. One of those dark, dark times. He slowly prowled to the camp's exit, allured by the sun, but for some reason still saddened. His soft pawsteps could be heard by none. His harsh thoughts could be heard my only himself. He sat next to a rotting tree for a moment. I should hunt, he thought. So everyone thinks I just went for a hunt. And with that, he rose up and began smelling for prey. He soon found a rabbit. It was a old one. He silently followed the scent. It brought him to a elderly hare sitting beside a tree that had fallen down. He crouched, and pounced. Without paying attention, his tail swiped a leaf before he leapt and caught the hare's attention. It bolted off with extreme speed, just to stumble and fall. Sven hurried and attempted to kill it, as now it had gotten away. However, he caught it, and killed it swiftly. Thanking Starclan, he returned to camp. Because he had not wondered far, he soon arrived. He was thankful for the lack of attention. Yes, told them in his mind. I just went for a small hunt. None of your business. He carried it with small emotion, only with a ear flick as a sign of slight irritation. He decided he would eat what he caught, as a few others were doing the same. I can't do this very often. the troubling thought came to mind. But he mentally shook it off, deciding no one had noticed.
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[size=10][justify] Sven cooly stepped out of the forest, showing no sign of emotion that he had been late. The crowd hastily made room for him as he passed through. This was the norm. Sven was bigger than most felines. He was a Savannah cat, after all. With his muscular features, but somehow still slim, he was intimidating. Which was the goal. He paused, and sat down in a lone corner next to the other leaders, what was almost a smirk pasted on his face. No one would ever know he had been in the woods avoiding showing everyone his other side.

ooc: I feel as if I was power playing a bit there ^^; Sorry about that.

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Sven noticed all the stares he received. All for the better. Sure, stare at me. I don't give a single squirrel's tail! he thought, in anger, until Sven realized a few of them smiled politely. He straightened, flicking his ear in acknowledgment, and smiled the faintest smile that he could. He pulled his attention away from them, and they refocused theirs on the leader currently talking. Sven focused on what, who seemed to be Oakstar, was saying.

ooc: I think you should make a discussion thread... A whole page of just discussion? x3 Lol

Oh. :/

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[font=georgia][justify]SVEN[b][/justify]
[size=8][b]❝YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE.
I'M WANTED AND ON THE RUN.❞
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[b]NAME: sven
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: heterosexual asexual
BELIEF: starclan

SPECIES: savannah
WRITTEN APPEARANCE: Sven is a Savannah cat. He possesses the attractive trait of a narrowed face and body, while still appearing muscular. He has the common dark brown eyes that are commonly found in his breed. His tail is unusually long, and seems to get in the way at times, however makes for agility and and supports his speed. Perfectly proportioned? No. He has a long neck, with large, circular ears. While his long neck may be considered charming to some, his substantial ears are an embarrassment to him and a great laugh to others. He has black spots and dark brown markings on him; also found on most F1 savannas. There is a scar shaped in a ring around his neck; possibly from a previous collar.
INJURIES:answer
ACCESSORIES: a beaded necklace sometimes worn around his neck.
[b]OTHER FORMS: n/a
DISABILITIES: n/a
FACE CLAIM:
FUR/FEATHER/ECT COLOR: golden with brown spots
BUILD: small
WEIGHT: 9.11 lbs
HEIGHT: tall

POWERS: n/a
PERSONALITY: compatible, logical, and a great fighter, Sven seems like he is the whole package. However, he has a quiet, toned and unoccasionally bold and inhibited, he leads well. Although, at times he becomes unstable, he is trained at hiding it, and no one notices. He can deliver a strong speech and push his clan to fight to the end, he is strong and even manipulative. Whilst some even may call him cold, inside he is conpassionate and cares for his clan.
LIKES;
orderliness
cleanliness
honesty
DISLIKES;
cowardliness
giving up
laziness
MENTAL DISORDERS: bipolar depression
PHOBIAS: wip

MOTHER: Hannah
FATHER: Ryan
SIBLINGS: unknown
MATE/CRUSH: n/a
OFFSPRING: n/a

BIRTHDAY: May 20th
ZODIAC SIGN: gemini

HISTORY; Sven was born at a breeding program. These people wanted to save savannas; but to Sven it seemed they wanted to kill him. Shoved in a small cage with many other kittens, or sometimes left in a huge containment in extremely hot weather without water, Sven suffered. Many other savannas lived there, too. All the females were taken away form the cage as soon as possible, so Sven, who, at the time, didn't have a name, had no clue as to what the female gender was. As he grew older, he had strong urges to fight with the other males. This became a serious problem. Soon, he was moved to a separate cage with an aged female and a young female. He soon became quick friends with the female and the elder, as the female was funny and playful and the elder was kind and caring. One day, in the hot of summer, the female kitten seemed very sick. Sven, himself, wasn't feeling great. The elder told them they had to get to water or else they'd die. She told them of freedom, forests, and groups of cats that lived with freedom in them. She told them to run. As they all strained to find a weak spot through the fence, the going femme grew worse and worse. However, finally, they all three escaped. They escaped to a large forest. They lived here for around two days, and here the elder gave them names. He, was to be Sven. She, was to be Kendle. Kendle slowly grew better, and soon returned to normal health. All was well. But one night, a fox attacked their home and made way with Sven. Sven's collar tightly wrapped in its jowl, he struggled to free himself. Finally, it pulled off. He ran and ran, just as before, until he met a cat. They invited him to a "clan", the ones the elder had told about. Trusting the elder and the new cat, he followed them into his new home.

ALLIANCE/S: n/a
DATE CREATED: unknown, but sometime March-June of 2015
OTHER: n/a

[justify][font=georgia]♚ breathing in the cold, crisp autumn air, the young male now knew the presense of a prey-animal, and something else. he lwt the othee scent slip his mind, as he was starving and needed something to eat. he saw the prey he has sensed earlier. he crouched, sneaking up on if quietly, and giving chase after it ran. leaping, he swiped it up and killed it swiftly. Sven had caught a rabbit.
after he finished eating, he recalled the scent he has smeller earlier, but had paid no mind to it. at this time, now that his hunger was satisfied, he paid great mind to it. he followed the scent, keeping downwind in case it was prey or hostile. he heard a frustrated call, from what sounded like a feminine cat. he stood up normally, and walked out, greeting her. “what's the problem?”, he said, slightly annoyed as usual, but he tried to be friendly.

[justify][font=georgia][size=18][color=#837E7C]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] hope its okay if I jump in :"-0

sven. wrote:

[font=georgia][justify]SVEN[b][/justify]
[size=8][b]❝YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE.
I'M WANTED AND ON THE RUN.❞
[justify][size=8]
[b]NAME: sven
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: heterosexual asexual
BELIEF: starclan

SPECIES: savannah
WRITTEN APPEARANCE: Sven is a Savannah cat. He possesses the attractive trait of a narrowed face and body, while still appearing muscular. He has the common dark brown eyes that are commonly found in his breed. His tail is unusually long, and seems to get in the way at times, however makes for agility and and supports his speed. Perfectly proportioned? No. He has a long neck, with large, circular ears. While his long neck may be considered charming to some, his substantial ears are an embarrassment to him and a great laugh to others. He has black spots and dark brown markings on him; also found on most F1 savannas. There is a scar shaped in a ring around his neck; possibly from a previous collar.
INJURIES:answer
ACCESSORIES: a beaded necklace sometimes worn around his neck.
[b]OTHER FORMS: n/a
DISABILITIES: n/a
FACE CLAIM:
FUR/FEATHER/ECT COLOR: golden with brown spots
BUILD: small
WEIGHT: 9.11 lbs
HEIGHT: tall

POWERS: n/a
PERSONALITY: compatible, logical, and a great fighter, Sven seems like he is the whole package. However, he has a quiet, toned and unoccasionally bold and inhibited, he leads well. Although, at times he becomes unstable, he is trained at hiding it, and no one notices. He can deliver a strong speech and push his clan to fight to the end, he is strong and even manipulative. Whilst some even may call him cold, inside he is conpassionate and cares for his clan.
LIKES;
orderliness
cleanliness
honesty
DISLIKES;
cowardliness
giving up
laziness
MENTAL DISORDERS: bipolar depression
PHOBIAS: wip

MOTHER: Hannah
FATHER: Ryan
SIBLINGS: unknown
MATE/CRUSH: n/a
OFFSPRING: n/a

BIRTHDAY: May 20th
ZODIAC SIGN: gemini

HISTORY; Sven was born at a breeding program. These people wanted to save savannas; but to Sven it seemed they wanted to kill him. Shoved in a small cage with many other kittens, or sometimes left in a huge containment in extremely hot weather without water, Sven suffered. Many other savannas lived there, too. All the females were taken away form the cage as soon as possible, so Sven, who, at the time, didn't have a name, had no clue as to what the female gender was. As he grew older, he had strong urges to fight with the other males. This became a serious problem. Soon, he was moved to a separate cage with an aged female and a young female. He soon became quick friends with the female and the elder, as the female was funny and playful and the elder was kind and caring. One day, in the hot of summer, the female kitten seemed very sick. Sven, himself, wasn't feeling great. The elder told them they had to get to water or else they'd die. She told them of freedom, forests, and groups of cats that lived with freedom in them. She told them to run. As they all strained to find a weak spot through the fence, the going femme grew worse and worse. However, finally, they all three escaped. They escaped to a large forest. They lived here for around two days, and here the elder gave them names. He, was to be Sven. She, was to be Kendle. Kendle slowly grew better, and soon returned to normal health. All was well. But one night, a fox attacked their home and made way with Sven. Sven's collar tightly wrapped in its jowl, he struggled to free himself. Finally, it pulled off. He ran and ran, just as before, until he met a cat. They invited him to a "clan", the ones the elder had told about. Trusting the elder and the new cat, he followed them into his new home.

ALLIANCE/S: n/a
DATE CREATED: unknown, but sometime March-June of 2015
OTHER: n/a

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[justify][font=Georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D][font=Georgia] The young male had been a loner ever since he could remember. He was born in a rescue center, and he never knew his mother or his father. He lived solitary his whole life, but he decided this needed to change. he knew of a group near him, Windclan, he heard it was called. He concluded it couldn't hurt to try it- why not? Now, he had to work out his genius plan to get them to trust him apon first sight and let him in. Easy, right?
The Savannah Cat had decided his best bet was to walk into their territory and hope to stumble apon a fairly nuetral animal willing to tell him how to join their clan. It had seemed like a good plan- now he had his doubts. But it was too late to turn back now.

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] Sven's mouth widened with a smile. “Name's Sven. Business is, well, I'm not sure myself. I came here lookin' for somewhere to be less lonely. Know a place?” he asked. His eyes wandered around the place. A plain. Well, that would make sense, wouldn't it d***a**? he asked himself. shaking his head, he looked back at the deer and close species relatives, two cats, that had just appeared near him. He flinched as one of them shouted something inaudible. “What about yourself?” He squinted his eyes. That one was odd.

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] Where would one find such a place? he asked, tilting his head. Quite a group was forming. He felt a bit overwhelmed- he'd never been around so many at one time. His ears flattening a little, he stood back a bit. “How many are in this clan? he asked, his lip curling a little. he didn't really like being around so many- maybe joining a clan wasn't such a good idea..

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] He looked to the side a bit. Maybe this wasn't the best thing to do. Well, he had gotten this far, he might as well keep going. He was a little nervous, even sweating a little. “I g-guess that's okay. So, can you lovely people show me how one would join this less lonely place?” he asked, attempting to hide the shakiness in his voice.

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] He smiled. Toriel was sweet. She made him feel a bit better. “So, where's it at? The place that's going to miraculously make my life of strict solitude whither to dust?” he asked, makingnit sound like he was sarcastic, but he really meant it. He was excited- no, he didn't get excited. He was ready, and okay with joining this clan. right?

sick undertale name dude :"00

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] “Please.” was all he said. He didn't think he was ready for all the 'welcomes' she had spoke about. oh well, what could he do? as he followed them, his mind began to fill up with what he could do, and he realized that her could do a lot. but he was still deciding if he wanted to.

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] Sven smiled. He liked this guy, he seemed cool. “woaAH. Nice one, man.” he laughed, genuinely amused. Maybe windclan wouldn't be so bad after all.

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] “Wow. Good ones, guys, i'm dying here.” he said sarcastically, but a huge smile was on his face. Friends, maybe they could be. He hadn't had many of those as of late.

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PAST NAME/S: n/a
FUTURE NAME/S: n/a
NICKNAME/S: n/a

PRONUNCIATION: s feh n
MEANING: young warrior

PAST RANK/S: loner
CURRENT RANK: warrior
FUTURE RANK/S: unknown
WANTED RANK/S: deputy

GENDER/S: male
SEXUAL ATTRACTION: pansexual
ROMANTIC ATTRACTION: pansexual
BELIEF: starclan

BIRTHDAY: november 8
ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio

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[fancypost bgcolor=invisible; border: 0px; width: 160px; height: 100px; margin-right: -15px; overflow: auto; padding: 90x;]PERSONALITY: Sven seems like a badass on the outside, not caring, spitting out curse words and generally not giving a *, however inside he can be kind. Although, its very rare for this part of him to make an appearance. He's basically your standard bad boy- he could rock a leather spiked suit and some sunglasses.
PERSONALITY TYPE: ISTJ-T]

MENTAL DISORDERS: none as of now

PHOBIAS: none as of now

LIKES;;
BOYS, quiet, jokes, sexual things
DISLIKES;;
loud, busy places

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[fancypost bgcolor=invisible; border: 0px; width: 160px; height: 100px; margin-left: -20px; overflow: auto; padding: 90x;]SPECIES: savannah cat

WRITTEN APPEARANCE: Sven is a Savannah cat. He possesses the attractive trait of a narrowed face and body, while still appearing muscular. He has the common dark brown eyes that are commonly found in his breed. His tail is unusually long, and seems to get in the way at times, however makes for agility and and supports his speed. Perfectly proportioned? No. He has a long neck, with large, circular ears. While his long neck may be considered charming to some, his substantial ears are an embarrassment to him and a great laugh to others. He has black spots and dark brown markings on him; also found on most F1 savannas. There is a scar shaped in a ring around his neck; possibly from a previous collar.
REFERENCES: x x x
INJURIES:barely visible scar around neck from collar
DISABILITIES: n/a

ACCESSORIES: fedora worn at times
[b]OTHER FORMS: n/a
FACE CLAIM: n/a
FUR/FEATHER/ECT COLOR: light golden

BUILD: medium
WEIGHT: light
HEIGHT: tall
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FATHER: unknown

BROTHERS: unknown
SISTERS: unknown

CRUSH: open assf
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: open
MATE: open

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BIRTHDAY: november 8
BIRTH PLACE: rescue/breeding center

PAST ALLEGIANCES: n/a
PAST RANKS: loner

IMPORTANT PAST EVENTS;; •broke out of breeding/rescue facility
•joined windclan

HISTORY: Sven was born at a breeding program. These people wanted to save savannas; but to Sven it seemed they wanted to kill him. Shoved in a small cage with many other kittens, or sometimes left in a huge containment in extremely hot weather without water, Sven suffered. Many other savannas lived there, too. All the females were taken away form the cage as soon as possible, so Sven, who, at the time, didn't have a name, had no clue as to what the female gender was. As he grew older, he had strong urges to fight with the other males. This became a serious problem. Soon, he was moved to a separate cage with an aged female and a young female. He soon became quick friends with the female and the elder, as the female was funny and playful and the elder was kind and caring. One day, in the hot of summer, the female kitten seemed very sick. Sven, himself, wasn't feeling great. The elder told them they had to get to water or else they'd die. She told them of freedom, forests, and groups of cats that lived with freedom in them. She told them to run. As they all strained to find a weak spot through the fence, the going femme grew worse and worse. However, finally, they all three escaped. A couple of years later, Sven found Windclan.

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MUSE: 9/10
ACTIVITY: 10/10
PLOTS: n/a

ALLIANCE/S: windclan
DATE CREATED: unknown
OTHER: [color=#837E7C]n/a[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-size=8pt][i]sven ★ male he/him ☆ pansexual [color=#8C001A]★ [color=white]serval [color=#8C001A]☆ [color=white]windclan [color=#8C001A]★ [color=white]15 moons

[justify][color=#8C001A]★ ☆[color=white] - hi! please post of you're able to plot with sven. thanks mate.

[justify][font=georgia]♚[size=8][color=#625D5D] please move this thread to the Create Your Characters, thank you!
edit;; and please move this thread to the ooc windclan board, tysm ♥