Post by Nduli on Apr 28, 2007 19:28:20 GMT -5
IC Information:
Name: Nduli
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Species: Leopard
Faction: Loner
Power: Air
History:
Nduli was born to Thembi and Uzuri, two leopards that had met, but did not stay together long, which is typical for leopards, as they are loner animals. Nduli never met his father, as he was long gone by the time Nduli arrived into the world, but the only trace that still remains with Nduli of his father is his name. Nduli means 'angel of death', and no one is quite sure why this name was chosen for Thembi's new son. Thembi was an anger-filled being, and he may have vented some of it to his son through his name. Uzuri taught Nduli all she knew, but her power was of Water. She could not help Nduli much, as his power was of Air, yet she taught him to hunt and allowed him to use his powers to hunt his prey, giving him practice for the real world. Once he had more control over his powers, he began to use them, to test them out more. He practiced using his leathery wings to target and make kills more efficiently, and learned that he had minor control over the winds circling the Savanna. Nduli wandered away from his mother for a few moments one day, and came in contact with a loner zebra colt, Nabuk, not too much older than himself, and the two seemed to become close aquaintances.
One day, when he was old enough to venture from Uzuri's side, he and Nabuk began to play, testing their powers out on things around them, and playfully using them on each other. Nabuk's power was of the Earth, and one long horn protruded from his skull, not to mention other smaller ones running along the course of his spine to the tip of his tufted tail. Things got out of hand, and the two got into an argument, sending Nduli's short temper, inharited from his father, sky-rocketing. Seconds later, in the heat of the moment, Nduli brutally murdered Nabuk. As he came to his senses, he gazed down upon the carcass of his friend and wept, glancing to his crimson-tainted paws. Nduli turned away and headed back to Uzuri, to tell her of the harm he had done. Uzuri noticed how badly Nduli felt, and saved the lecture of not luncheoning on the zebra sooner, but attempted to console him. Nduli pulled away from her and padded off to a secluded pond, wanting only to be alone.
Suddenly, as he lowered onto his haunches to gaze into the sparkling aqua, pain struck through his right shoulder. As Nabuk fell to the ground, the horn upon his forehead tore into the skin and muscle of Nduli's shoulder, and Nduli had been grieving so horribly, he had not noticed his physical pains. He felt like an exposed weakling, knowing that a leopard and a zebra are never to be aquaintanced, but friendship comes in many forms and those forms may not come to the right beings. Over the years, Nduli hardened his heart, and became the Phantom of the Savanna, so to speak. His heart seemed to be incased in stone, and his trust hidden so deeply that none could possibly find it.
His wits are about him, but his inability to let any others penetrate his iron shell will be his ultimate downfall.
Appearance:
Nduli's posture is quite the opposite of elegant, as his right shoulder and front leg are slower to react than the rest of his body as a result of the magical wound that he earned so long ago. Another downfall of this wound is that it caused his right eye to become non-seeing, and its normal amber shifted to a vibrant, cloudy sapphire, leaving him with two different colored eyes.
Nduli's pelt is multi-hued, excepting the area of his wound. From the wound, black seems to have spread from it, like some horrid disease. His wings appear like those of a large hawk, feathered and all. In general, Nduli is the one by just sight most avoid.
Personality:
Nduli's tempermental level is very high. He cannot control his anger, ever. He will fly off the handle for the littlest things, and is eager for fights and brawls to begin. Terrible mood swings occur, and Nduli could be smiling one moment, snarling the next. Others are advised to steer clear of him in general, but then, there are those who take the risk. Most of them never make it back alive. Or in one piece. But, it is rumored that if Nduli meets someone special to him, he supposedly will protect that certain other with his life, and shall give up his iron cloak and let them in.
RP Sample:
» White.The color reminds you of sterilization. Cleanliness. Hospitals. The present hospital had a clear overabundance of the color, and even the passing people were white, their medical jackets blending with the walls. And everything else, for that matter. The shrill scream of an ambulance brought many nurses at a run to take a stretcher from the paramedics, rushing through the hallways to a room. The person on the stretcher was not in too good of shape. There had been a ten-car pile up, and he'd been one of the unfortunate drivers involved in it. Rumor had it that a drunk driver fell asleep at the wheel, turning the steering wheel and crashing point-blank into the person's car, driver's side.
» The person in question was about 17, the emo type of guy. He was handsome in fact, but his face was so badly cut from the windshield's glass, you could hardly tell who he was. His hair was cut to the side, and was a dark brown, almost black. He'd also had his canines sharpened a bit, to appear like a vampire's. He was drifting in and out of consiousness, which almost certainly pointed to a brain injury of some kind, and there were multiple other injuries, such as a number of broken and fractured ribs, broken right arm, and a few other injuries they hadn't found yet.
» They stablized the boy, then left the room, frantically trying to contact any family the boy might have. He had no friends, just moving to town, so that was out of the question, and no family could be reached. There were none to call. Excepting the orphanage where he'd lived all his life, and it had long since been out of business. His wallet was in his pocket, and they flipped through it, yet the only thing that could be found was his driver's license. His name was soon jotted down on a clipboard and hung on the front of his bed; Aiden Michael Wentz.
» The nurses feared for his life, as it hung in the balence. They were still unsure of whether he had lasting brain damage, but there was surely enough for temporary confusion. The doctors cared about him only as a patient. They all did. There was no actual 'Will he get better? I love him, will he live?' Love was just not an option to him, consious or not.
OOC Information:
Age: 13
Contact Information: PM
[/color]Name: Nduli
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Species: Leopard
Faction: Loner
Power: Air
History:
Nduli was born to Thembi and Uzuri, two leopards that had met, but did not stay together long, which is typical for leopards, as they are loner animals. Nduli never met his father, as he was long gone by the time Nduli arrived into the world, but the only trace that still remains with Nduli of his father is his name. Nduli means 'angel of death', and no one is quite sure why this name was chosen for Thembi's new son. Thembi was an anger-filled being, and he may have vented some of it to his son through his name. Uzuri taught Nduli all she knew, but her power was of Water. She could not help Nduli much, as his power was of Air, yet she taught him to hunt and allowed him to use his powers to hunt his prey, giving him practice for the real world. Once he had more control over his powers, he began to use them, to test them out more. He practiced using his leathery wings to target and make kills more efficiently, and learned that he had minor control over the winds circling the Savanna. Nduli wandered away from his mother for a few moments one day, and came in contact with a loner zebra colt, Nabuk, not too much older than himself, and the two seemed to become close aquaintances.
One day, when he was old enough to venture from Uzuri's side, he and Nabuk began to play, testing their powers out on things around them, and playfully using them on each other. Nabuk's power was of the Earth, and one long horn protruded from his skull, not to mention other smaller ones running along the course of his spine to the tip of his tufted tail. Things got out of hand, and the two got into an argument, sending Nduli's short temper, inharited from his father, sky-rocketing. Seconds later, in the heat of the moment, Nduli brutally murdered Nabuk. As he came to his senses, he gazed down upon the carcass of his friend and wept, glancing to his crimson-tainted paws. Nduli turned away and headed back to Uzuri, to tell her of the harm he had done. Uzuri noticed how badly Nduli felt, and saved the lecture of not luncheoning on the zebra sooner, but attempted to console him. Nduli pulled away from her and padded off to a secluded pond, wanting only to be alone.
Suddenly, as he lowered onto his haunches to gaze into the sparkling aqua, pain struck through his right shoulder. As Nabuk fell to the ground, the horn upon his forehead tore into the skin and muscle of Nduli's shoulder, and Nduli had been grieving so horribly, he had not noticed his physical pains. He felt like an exposed weakling, knowing that a leopard and a zebra are never to be aquaintanced, but friendship comes in many forms and those forms may not come to the right beings. Over the years, Nduli hardened his heart, and became the Phantom of the Savanna, so to speak. His heart seemed to be incased in stone, and his trust hidden so deeply that none could possibly find it.
His wits are about him, but his inability to let any others penetrate his iron shell will be his ultimate downfall.
Appearance:
Nduli's posture is quite the opposite of elegant, as his right shoulder and front leg are slower to react than the rest of his body as a result of the magical wound that he earned so long ago. Another downfall of this wound is that it caused his right eye to become non-seeing, and its normal amber shifted to a vibrant, cloudy sapphire, leaving him with two different colored eyes.
Nduli's pelt is multi-hued, excepting the area of his wound. From the wound, black seems to have spread from it, like some horrid disease. His wings appear like those of a large hawk, feathered and all. In general, Nduli is the one by just sight most avoid.
Personality:
Nduli's tempermental level is very high. He cannot control his anger, ever. He will fly off the handle for the littlest things, and is eager for fights and brawls to begin. Terrible mood swings occur, and Nduli could be smiling one moment, snarling the next. Others are advised to steer clear of him in general, but then, there are those who take the risk. Most of them never make it back alive. Or in one piece. But, it is rumored that if Nduli meets someone special to him, he supposedly will protect that certain other with his life, and shall give up his iron cloak and let them in.
RP Sample:
» White.The color reminds you of sterilization. Cleanliness. Hospitals. The present hospital had a clear overabundance of the color, and even the passing people were white, their medical jackets blending with the walls. And everything else, for that matter. The shrill scream of an ambulance brought many nurses at a run to take a stretcher from the paramedics, rushing through the hallways to a room. The person on the stretcher was not in too good of shape. There had been a ten-car pile up, and he'd been one of the unfortunate drivers involved in it. Rumor had it that a drunk driver fell asleep at the wheel, turning the steering wheel and crashing point-blank into the person's car, driver's side.
» The person in question was about 17, the emo type of guy. He was handsome in fact, but his face was so badly cut from the windshield's glass, you could hardly tell who he was. His hair was cut to the side, and was a dark brown, almost black. He'd also had his canines sharpened a bit, to appear like a vampire's. He was drifting in and out of consiousness, which almost certainly pointed to a brain injury of some kind, and there were multiple other injuries, such as a number of broken and fractured ribs, broken right arm, and a few other injuries they hadn't found yet.
» They stablized the boy, then left the room, frantically trying to contact any family the boy might have. He had no friends, just moving to town, so that was out of the question, and no family could be reached. There were none to call. Excepting the orphanage where he'd lived all his life, and it had long since been out of business. His wallet was in his pocket, and they flipped through it, yet the only thing that could be found was his driver's license. His name was soon jotted down on a clipboard and hung on the front of his bed; Aiden Michael Wentz.
» The nurses feared for his life, as it hung in the balence. They were still unsure of whether he had lasting brain damage, but there was surely enough for temporary confusion. The doctors cared about him only as a patient. They all did. There was no actual 'Will he get better? I love him, will he live?' Love was just not an option to him, consious or not.
OOC Information:
Age: 13
Contact Information: PM
