Posts by Zavarad.

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001. basics

002. visuals

003. background of scars

004. mentality
005. origins

006. skills

007. one shots (in progress)

008. playlists

009. human counterpart

"please dont hurt me."

^{using this one love <3 using probably everything once tbh just to let u know}

NAME/ NICKNAMES Zavarad, while his name is hard to pronounce sometimes he doesn’t take to nicknames. The only person in his life to ever call him by a nickname was he late husband, Helis, who called him “Honey bun”

NAME ORIGIN the name was given to him by his father, for some unknown reason why he named him this since zavarad only saw his father when he was a few moons old.

NAME PRONUNCIATION

AGE 48 moons | 4 years old

CLAN + RANK currently is just wondering through the border of blood clan, isn’t against joining them.

GENDER + SEX male

- pronouns he/him/his

SEXUALITY homoromantic, asexual

^{using a few of these <3}

BREED Main Coon X Norwegian Forest ref.

— describe his build

— zavarard posses fur that could be compared to stainless steal, it’s thick and corse that’s allows him to endure tireless nights filled with paw bitting cold (word), able to keep him hidden even under the most trained eye.

— aquamarine, the shade that zavarad personally hates the most but in turn has to live with for the rest of his life. the unquie shade of blue highly stands out against his stainless steal gray fur. When the sun goes down for its rest and the moon comes up to steal the show, those aquamarine eyes of his glow against the moon light, glowing as if they were radioactive.

— wears collar of jaw bones around his neck, all of whom he killed in combat. each one is different in size, some large, some small, some right in the middle. the bones tend to freak out his kits sometimes but he always reminds them that’s its a kill or be killed world & in which they don’t seem to mind anymore. like what was said before, all of the bones were from those he killed in battle, but he has one that might seem off to some; he possess the top jaw of his beloved, Helis. it’s his form of grieving & he doesn’t tell others that he has it.

— strangely has a scent of pine forest &

"When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a lair, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say”

VOICE REF

ZAVARAD'S SCARS & BACKGROUND

GENERAL

— Zavarad’s body is covered in faint scars, big or small. It’s not a surprise since he’s spent most of his life as a stray & seemed to always pick a fight with someone at some point, it tends to build up on you. Anyway, Zavarad is used to shudder of disgust he gets whenever he mets new people and that he finds rather laughable.

LEFT EYE SOCKET (ref. but minus it looking like a flower)

— there once was a beautiful ocean blue eyes that resided inside of Zavarad’s eye socket, but now it looks like it’s been through a meat grinder; really that’s what the left side of his face looks like. his aquamarine eye has ended up inside his canibablitic sister, for what reason he has no idea. his sister always had a screw loss within side her head and he guessed something must of snapped. neither the less he wants to rip her stomach out and use it as a throw cushion.

MUZZEL

— running across his muzzle is a jagged lighting bolt like scar that can be easily pointed out. it goes down from the base of his nose and it trails down to the middle of his neck, pink and flesh like. The outcome of the scar was brought upon himself, let’s just say Zavarad isn’t the best of hunter and he probably should have been hoping along wet rock. It’s probably his oldest scar he has on his body.

LEFT EAR

— his ear looks just has bad as his eye, it looks like it went through a paper shredder. zavarad can’t hear very well in his left ear since the end result of his damaged ear also included a damage ear drum. he spends his day having a low buzzing sensation in his ear whenever he’s in complete silence.. and that’s basically every day. his damaged ear came from the same attack from his older sister callisto.

RIBCAGE

— the right side of his ribcage is covered in deep, rigid scars. chunks of flesh was ripped off his body in a fight he had while protecting his children. a low life rouge thought his one moon old children were a meal fit for a king. So in turn, zavarad ripped his jaw clean off, but he took a few blows. the scars have healed but he’s never been able to grow new fur to cover these scars.

CHEST

SPINE

PERSONALITY

Zavarad is destructive, fierce, and brutal, focusing mainly on his own goals, and turning what guilt he has into anger. He tends to build up his anger and lash them out onto his unsuspecting victims, wether it’s a mouse or another feline. Whenever he is wronged, he tends to travel on the path of revenge and will stop at nothing to achieve that; nothing will stop him. While Zavarad is a cold, heartless monster; he can actually be slightly more compassionate then he rubs off. While he is an anger tom, he sensitive enough not to make enemy with others just out of spite. It takes time but if you don’t rub him the wrong way then you’ll have a fierce guardian watching your back till your last breath.

Doesn’t show much emotion but he does care to some extent to certain people, but he’s been wronged so many times before in his life; even those of blood relations, so he tends to have a mindset of why should he show his less roughed side?

Respect. This is a big thing for zavarad; he does not take being disrespected so lightly. Disrespect him? You’ll end up with smacked jaw, or worse.

wip

— neutral traits dominating, neutral, stubborn, strict, reserved, proud & private

— negative traits cruel, heartless,destructive, monstereous, blunt, crude, syndical

— positive traits fiercely loyal, protective, somewhat compassionate, respectful, intelligent

Zavarad’s life was very the best, he was brought into a world of hate and abuse. his mother, Aloy, was never fond of her oldest son since she always told him how much he resembled his father; a man lower then dirty apparently.. but he can’t seem to bring himself to completely hate his mother since her children were brought into this world through rape & incest, so zavarad can see why his mother never truly was fond of her five children, but of course kids brought through incest tend not to live for very long; only Zavarad, Callisto and Deimos somehow survived and lucky for zavarad he came out of the womb with the least amount of issues.

RELATIONSHIPS

—HELIS was the love of Zavarad's life, he would have done anything and everything for him. Not a day goes by that he doesn't think about him and not a day goes by that he doesn't miss him. It's taken him a long time to grieve and move on but he's been making some progress. Helis was a big somali and his gorgeous blood orange coat was one of the first things that caught his eye. It took him moons but he finally was able to Helis's attention and from that point on.. things were history. Helis was Zavarad's world, he was the only one that saw through his monster of a demeanor and managed to snag the one piece of heart left that was inside his chest. You could imagine that the death of his king was not one he vised to bare, to have seen the love of his life clinging for life at his paws. The vary image still haunts him, the sight of his husband beaten and broken, missing teeth, a clawed out eyes.. watching his once beloved sibling eating away at his organs.. it's not something one forgets.

FAMILY dead

FRIENDS

ENEMIES

— CALLISTO was once Zavarad's sister, but now she's nothing but dirt to him. There is nothing he would love more then to sink his teeth into Callisto's tender stomach, to hear her yowl in complete agony as she watches her own brother rip her own organs out of her. Zavarad wants to see her gasp for breath as she chokes on her own blood, to see it trail down her mouth and down her neck into large blood pools below her feet. What his sister did to him is only punishable by taking her life and its something Zavarad want's to do personally.

— STELIOS is the sh*t you find on the bottom of your shoe. He is lower then dirt, it makes Zavarad sick to his stomach even talking about him. If Zavarad had it his way he would have ripped his useless throat out the first time he saw him, but his then husband, Helis, kept him from going through his plan. At that time, Helis was the only one that could ever make him see reason or convince him not to go through with something.. but since he's gone, Zavarad will stop at nothing until he can watch the pathetic Stelios beg for mercy while he rips out his throat. His husband had spent 3 long moons of torture at the paw of this piece of scum and Zavarad will bring justice for his husband.. even if he is no longer here with him.

SKILLS GO HERE

i’ll have for the death of his two children

the death of his lover

zavarard murdering his sister

zavarards youngest child successful hunt

PLAYLIST HERE

Zavarad shot opened his eyes the moment he was about to sink his teeth into his sisters neck, the shook of that experience made him wake up with bared teeth and a snarl developing within his throat. his piercing blue eye was filled vengeance as he looked left and right to see if his sister really was near.. but she wasn't. it was a dream. a cruel, heart wrenching dream that he could never get rid of. even though it has been 4 moons.. he could never get that image out of his mind. he will have to live with it for the rest of his days as he is always reminded by the face of his two remaining children, Daxos and Sona, who he loves for then his own life. Zavarad misses his beloved and two other children more then anything, he would give up his own life in order to get them back. but he can't dwell on the past when he has mouths to feed.

a pathetic sigh escaped the brutes mouth as he pushed himself up from where he laid, the plush nest he had built for him and his two kits was probably the best nest he had ever made. he looked down inside the nest and watched his two plump kits wiggle around, trying to find their missing source of heat. zavarard shacked his head and gave a little chuckle, lowering his head and nuzzling his two babies in order to wake them up.

wake up my loves.. its time to get moving. he said in a smooth, calming voice. his one aquamarine eye stared down upon his two babies as they slowly started to wake up. in all honesty he wanted to get a moving as quickly as possible, not because he wanted to start hunting but because he had a uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched. above his knowledge he happened to have built his nest on the border of bloodclan territory. wether he was being watched or not, he was going to keep his guard up no matter what, the idea of being attacked ran through his mind and did in fact excite him a tad bit, but at the same time it was foolish for him to feel that way.. he had kits to protect.

[god this starting post sucks so bad.. i haven't roleplayed in a really long time..

i will get better as time goes on though!

the first paragraph was deleted so that's why there is a super rough transition ;-;

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the innocent purring that came from the nest made zavarad somehow calmer, the little yawns of his strong kin made his stone cold heart slightly melt. he might have been a revenge seeking monster, the sight of his kits always made him swoon. his two five moon old kits seemed to have finally waken up. their deep, amber red eyes stared back into zavarads one blue eye, their muzzles turning into small smiles as they pounced about to get out of the messily nest. their dark colored fur made them easily blend within their surroundings, the only one that seemed to stick out was Sona. She managed to inherit her mother’s tabby like orange fur, but weirdly enough she only had that color on the base of her forehead and down to the tip of her nose. the bright orange made her stick out like a sore thumb, but zavarad always seemed to love the way it complimented his daughters eyes. The fact that she looked so much like her mother seemed to always cause a fat knot to form within his stomach, having to remember the fact that she left him behind with four kittens; though it was probably a good thing that she left.. since you had tried to kill her own offspring out of trying to hurt zavarad.

granted zavarad had no idea what he was doing with the four kits at the time; he’s not really your typical family man if you haven’t noticed. this towering, monstrous of a brute was left to take care of four pure, innocent kits in his hell of a world. you might as well think he was going to murder those four kits the second you turn your back on him; that’s how uncharacteristic it was for him to have those babies with him. while in the beginning it was rough for the brute, trying to take feed four extra mouths and having to protect four extra bodies was much more difficult then zavarad having to just take care of himself. the 48 moon old male never saw himself fit to be a father, he was far to destructive to ever care for something so delicate.. but the four kittens seemed to have proven him wrong as the days gone by.

but the day that two of his young were so savagely ripped from his paws just so happened to build a case against himself, to prove that he was in fact a terrible father. that day not only destroyed his way of life, but it pushed zavarad closer to the brick of instantly, pushing him closer to a murdereous rage he had soon promised to leave behind once his kits were born & when he found his forever mate. though it seems as though he’s inches his way to breaking his life long promise... since his mate & two of his children were selfishly taken from his life.

as he watched his kits attack each other out of play, the fur on the back of his neck stood up. the unraveling feeling of someone watching him had happened to have gotten stronger, which in turn made a low growl build within his throat to instruct his kin to get closer to him; which they did. zavarads piercing aquamarine eye scanned his surroundings as he landed on a elegant figure of a white she-cat, pulling his ears back a tad as he let out a low, warning growl. who was she? and what did she want? the sight of the new feline made him on edge and he began to unhinge his claws, simply in a matter of defense. how was he to know if she was friend or foe? zavarad has made up his mind that he will no longer trust others he mets, no matter how friendly they may seem. those closest to him have ultimately destroyed his life, his own blood. what purpose is there for him to trust others anymore?

the stainless steal brute just looked at the she-cat in front of him, a slight tilt of the head as he heard her speak. what the world does she know? he thought to himself, rather then speak his mind he bites his tongue. no sense in trying to pick a fight with the stranger, especially since he has his young. all he did was look at her, letting his ears perk up from his head once more ”having one eye is the lease of my worries” the mighty brute spoke, his voice thick and coarse yet soothing. ”who are are? mumbled the brute, his one eye locked on the white she-cat.

[im looking forward to it as well c: he’s a comepletly new character, loosely based off of tyrion from game of thrones lmao cx

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^{honestly looks pretty cool... so i might be joining in a few minutes or so if that’s alright with you}

^{I’m such a dweeb i know}

^{kinda interested in doing something loosely based on the game of thrones? a bxb type with action and death and all that good stuff? idk if you’d be up to that and if not that’s totally fine c: i just have a new character that i want to use peter dinklage is my sh*t rn cause of his tyrion character lord}

^{if you don’t feel like doing something in that nature that is totally fine! i’m down for whatever as long as it involves bxb and darker themes lmao}

^{i’m trying to figure out a way were we can incorporate game of thrones and a tv show called vikings into it cause tbh i feel like that would be a really cool idea??}

^{like we could have one of our characters be a murderous, throat cutting monster who has no real sense from right or wrong while the other is a vicious noble, who will do anything to protect his king & country . but you wonder, how do these two meet? well, vikings are known to be voguer’s; so the vikings want to find more room to grow which how they end up within Wulfhaven (a kingdom name i found we can change it if you want) also might i add that when the vikings first sailed into wulfhaven, the slaughtered a small village of people and raided their homes? that’s just something you should know since when our characters first met our viking friend is basically covered in blood and what not.}

^{anyway, the viking leaders and the king of wulfhaven are unable to communicate simply because they each have their own language, but one of our characters happens to know the same tongue as what the vikings speak.}

^{we can have it where our characters don’t like each other all that much; or at all in a sense where they are complete as.sholes to each other. though the king of wulfhaven doesn’t want to start a war with these new comers (basically the king is kinda greedy & he honestly some how sees a prosperous future between the two of them; since he’s seen how much damage these viking guys and gales can do. there will be more info about the king later on and other back ground stuff later) he decides he shall let our character within their kingdom, to see if they can somehow build a bond between the two nations. so basically our noble is there to show the viking around the kingdom and the villages and their way of life while in turn the viking will do the same.}

^{there’s more to the plot i’m just hella tired right now.. if u like what i so far i’ll send you the rest of the plot tomorrow as soon as i can cx}

^{i’m glad you like it!! honestly i game}

^{up with all of that last night out of he blue cause i had been watching both the shows cx anyway,}

^{i figured we also could have like mythical creatures, kinda like what game of thrones have; white walkers, giants, dragons and more. we also can basically have the lay out as game of thrones; like kings landing & Dorne and such you know? so our characters could travel to different parts of the land and basically have to introduce our viking friend to their neighboring allies so they know what they are up against and if they will form an alliance with the vikings.}

^{i’m going to go with Jon Bernthal honestly (probably him as Frank, from the tv show punisher tbh cause he looks so bad ass and so handsome.. even covered in blood idk why lmao) as for age i generally don’t play characters any younger then twenty five, so whatever age you wanna do is fine by me! (just like not eighteen or nineteen you feel me? i get a little weird playing anything near that age group for some reason) the face claim i don’t really care what you use c: someone that could pass as a noble i suppose (maybe not like a super feminine looking character? i hope i don’t sound to picky cx)}