Post by Dante on Apr 8, 2007 20:48:46 GMT -5
Character’s name: Timoleon (Meaning 'I honor what I say' in Greek)
Pronuonced: Tim-o-leon
Gender: Male
Breed: Raccoon
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Special Ops. (Please? =) )
Personality: Just as his name means, he honors what he says, and thinks though his responses very carefully. He does lie however, but can make even himself begin to believe them in such a way that it is extremly hard, if not impossible, to divulge the truth; if he does not want you to know it. Even under torture, it is next to impossible to get what you want to know (if he again, does not want you to know). His words ring true, and he honors the power of words, knowing what they can do. Timoleon is a capable raccoon, who for most of his life (4 years) lived among both raccoons and foxes equally. He can swim, climb, dig, make death-defying leaps, even stealing into 'places of humans' to get what he needs. Like his spices, he can see in the dark. Adaptable, cunning, and specializing in dangerous missions. Slight blood lust, can grow as the battle grows bloodier.
Appearance: Standard raccoon, slightly bushier-than-average tail. His fighting stance is that of a fox, and the way he moves is a mixture of the two species. Has thumbs, NOT opposable ones however. Unlike foxes, he can stand on hind legs, like a bear.
History: Well, Timoleon was born of raccoons, but was very adventurous. Upon meeting foxes, he stayed with them from the age of four to ten months. Coming back to raccoons, he found that he knew ways his raccoon siblings would never know. But in missing half a year of raccoonhood, Timoleon was behind in raccoon skills. So, from then on, he'd had a paw in both world. Learning raccoon ways, and fox ways.
When the foxes went to war (his fox family followed the darks) Timoleon tried to convince the raccoons to fight too. His raccoon family, however, were more peaceful than the foxes, and Timoleon, with a blood lust, and just as many fox traits as raccoon ones, became outcasted. Before, he was popular, and known as 'the foxcoon'. Now he was just 'the hybrid', not even Timoleon.
Now, at two, he began the mastery of words. He learned that as his fox family was at war, visiting them in the dark camp was certainly a challenge. So, he learned words. He already was good at contorting them, making truth and lies, and he honored the power of them, the power they had over the mind. Within a year, he was intent on becoming a special ops soldier, for the darks. This further shunned him from the raccoons, and after polishing off all his skills in six months of harsh self-induced training, Timoleon was ready to enter the fray.
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IC:
He he was, again. After six mouths of not seeing him, five red foxes came to meet the raccoon,
"Timoleon! Our foxcoon! Hello again! Have you been training?" The oldest male fox, his 'father' asked. Like he usually did, Timoleon paused before answering,
"Yes, I have been training. Very hard. Raccoon and fox training father. I intend to enlist now." The words were unusually plain, "But perhaps not so soon as you are thinking." He added, seeing excitement lessen. "I am going to see what I can do." That much, was not true. He was going to see what the camp did. He darted to brush, into a puddle, to dampen his scent. Then he darted up a tree, like any raccoon. Then, he leaped tree-to-tree in the dusk, eyes glowing. In a well-covered tree, he sat and watched. For nearly a day, hardly moving. He saw plans take shape, and ideas form. Yes, this side was for him, this war.
They could use him, he knew. He went back down, and vanished, unnoticed and unscented back into the woods. He did not touch the ground, lest his footprints be seen. From an unusual path, since he knew where the patrols were going, he leaped down, now out of dark land (and into raccoon terra) knowing raccoons would not like him there, he made for the stream, using it a scent cover and a fast transport. He swam the small stream, letting current take him when he wanted it to. Knowing his 'stop' He swam out before a waterwheel, and approached a human dwelling.
He hadn't had time to hunt or forage (raccoons are omnivorous) so Timoleon would scavenge instead. Into the house, though a small window in the basement. With a catlike ease, Timoleon was in. He edged down, slowly, so not to wake the humans. A bag of noodles was the first thing he saw in the pantry, and he took them in his teeth, then scrambled out. Eating in the cover of the trees. After he finished, he buried the wrapper, and scrambled away, back to his den.
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I hope you consider him fox enough, for raccoon are cousins of the fox.