Post by *Okino-^-Marku* on Jul 18, 2006 16:33:02 GMT -5
Name: Marku
Gender: Male
Age: 1 summer
Side: future dark
Appearance: looks very similar to Okino. Hazel eyes that can change color with extreme emotions. The very tips of his black fur is tipped silver, appearing a darker frost… has white socks up to the mid-leg on the fore-paws. Black nose… handsome face and overall attractive, although quite young.
Personality: Arrogant, feels that anyone physically weaker than him is useless… respects authority, and is a natural born leader. On a lighter side, he can be very laid-back when there is no need to be on alert. Tends to want to be dominant, and also can be very snotty. If it does turn out that he ends up on the bottom, he wants nobody’s pity.
History: Part of the litter with Okino. Marku was the strongest of the litter, and often fought with others (mostly Okino just to be mean) to prove his dominance. Never was on good terms with some of the other kits, Okino especially. Tried several times to ‘get rid’ of her (as did the other kits) but were interfered with their mother. Marku lived the hunter’s attack.
IC: A tapered tail slid into the bush, following the slender muscular body in front of it. A young but handsome platinum fox slinked into the brush. He paused, and sat down onto his haunches, his nose and ears twitching with alertness. He was following the same scent for the past two hours, the same stench of his youngest, weakest sibling, Okino. Marko’s nose clenched shut with loathing of the runt and he sighed tensely. He couldn’t believe yet that she was still alive, and that everyone else was dead… his mother, his sisters and brothers… everyone but him and Okino… were dead. After a moment, Marko raised himself, and continued on through the brush, and caught a stronger stream of scent. Kicking his paws, he trotted after that scent, unsure of what to do with Okino when he found her.
Gender: Male
Age: 1 summer
Side: future dark
Appearance: looks very similar to Okino. Hazel eyes that can change color with extreme emotions. The very tips of his black fur is tipped silver, appearing a darker frost… has white socks up to the mid-leg on the fore-paws. Black nose… handsome face and overall attractive, although quite young.
Personality: Arrogant, feels that anyone physically weaker than him is useless… respects authority, and is a natural born leader. On a lighter side, he can be very laid-back when there is no need to be on alert. Tends to want to be dominant, and also can be very snotty. If it does turn out that he ends up on the bottom, he wants nobody’s pity.
History: Part of the litter with Okino. Marku was the strongest of the litter, and often fought with others (mostly Okino just to be mean) to prove his dominance. Never was on good terms with some of the other kits, Okino especially. Tried several times to ‘get rid’ of her (as did the other kits) but were interfered with their mother. Marku lived the hunter’s attack.
IC: A tapered tail slid into the bush, following the slender muscular body in front of it. A young but handsome platinum fox slinked into the brush. He paused, and sat down onto his haunches, his nose and ears twitching with alertness. He was following the same scent for the past two hours, the same stench of his youngest, weakest sibling, Okino. Marko’s nose clenched shut with loathing of the runt and he sighed tensely. He couldn’t believe yet that she was still alive, and that everyone else was dead… his mother, his sisters and brothers… everyone but him and Okino… were dead. After a moment, Marko raised himself, and continued on through the brush, and caught a stronger stream of scent. Kicking his paws, he trotted after that scent, unsure of what to do with Okino when he found her.
