Post by ozz on Jan 14, 2011 20:00:35 GMT -6
"The sun rises and sets on any life, some earlier than others. "
[/size]{ GETTING DOWN WITH THE BASICS }
Name| Xerxes
Nick Name| Xerx
Age| 6
Gender| Male
Species| Lion
Breed| East African
Season Created| Spring{ ON THE OUTSIDE }
Height| 3 feet 11 inches.
Weight| 558 pounds
Full Description| Xerxes, is not a small house cat, though he's not monster, ready to rend you limb from limb, to drink your blood and crush your bones. No, just, no. He's a tall cat, and he's leaner 'n hell, giving him a rather odd look, if you're really all that interested in that aspect of this lion. From tail tip to his nose, he's 11 feet long, and his long legs almost, sort of, balance out his lanky body. It's an optical illusion that he can cover ground quickly with these long legs, though he can, but he often chooses just to plod along as if he had nothing better to do. His muscles are lean and don't bulge disturbingly like some bigger cat's do, and for this he's rather thankful.
His fur is a dirty tan color, darker along his spine than on the rest of him, his throat and belly being the lightest points on him. He's dark colored, a bit of a rarity, also making summer the least enjoyed of the seasons for him. His mane is dark colored as well, the core being a dark brown or black, while the outer edges of the mane are a soft golden brown. For a mature male lion, his mane isn't the fullest out there, almost sparse looking, to a degree. Along his neck, it stands up, almost like a Mohawk. He has a few scars on his body and face, but nothing to really stand out, though his blue eyes are an oddity in his race. He has a few scars here and there, on his face and the rest of his body. The most prominent oddity about him, is his kinked tail, from a fight from when the humans died, well, shortly after. He also has a few scars, old puncture wounds that pock mark his back and under one eye.{ ON THE INSIDE }
Likes| Sunny warm days, Mid-day naps, family, a goal, knowing what's going on, making it from one day to the next, control over events
Dislikes| Winter, accusations, being lied to, death of innocents, traitors, growing old and weak, being back seated in important events.
Full Personality|
You could say that Xerxes is an old hand at life. Well, in a way, he is. As is everyone else that has lived more than a few years in this life that is quickly going to hell. Some would decide that he's just rather blank upon their first meeting, or perhaps that he is simply world weary, and tired of seeing those that are full of fire and spite, with only one or two directions to take it. For the most part, they'd be right, but there is more to him than that, if you feel like flipping over the rock that he hides under. Xerxes, is a stern lion. He takes no shit, not from anyone, except for those that obviously have earned that right, or whom he respects. Most likely, this does not include you. He finds younger cats to be irritating in the way that they dream of finding ways to do something that aren't there, and will end either very badly, or slightly less bad than what they would. Needless to say, his sense of humor is not all that well developed and a tad sarcastic and biting.
Xerx, is also a bit of a control freak. He dislikes watching others do something that he thinks would be done better if he were doing it. This often gets him an argument or two, and only a firm paw around the head can get him to cut it out. Though he may not be the most kind or caring lion around, once you've got his loyalty, that's it. It's done, and over, he's yours until he dies. The idea of turning tail and making for the border doesn't really cross his mind, and often he's the first to shout for punishment for a traitor, or to make a sharp comment at those that complain about their lives at the moment. He's a realist, and he knows the truth of the situation. This isn't a series of small border skirmishes, this is a prologue to a war that will kill many and scar the rest. Far be it from him to stop the course of nature.
Xerxes is not a rash, hot-headed young male with testosterone eating on his brain. Well, to an extent he is, but then again, so is every male of any species. He's relatively calm and collected, and doesn't do much before looking at it from every angle. He dislikes going in blind, and will often wait, watch,and listen before going into a situation that may or may not cost him something he values.{ A LOOK INTO THE PAST }
History|
Xerxes was born in Houston's zoo, one of the largest cities in Texas. He was the first of two males to be born out of four cubs, and the darkest colored. They were raised like most zoo animals, growing up associated with humans, in a relatively happy and comfortable place. The first time they were allowed out into the exhibit with their mother, aunts, and father, the noise, scents and sights of all those humans about scared them out of their fur. Eventually though, the pale two-legged creatures became nothing more than a slight annoyance now and then, and as they grew, the smaller their home became. As zoo's do, to help the gene pool, and to prevent inbreeding and over crowding, they sent out a message that they had some lion cubs that would be sent to a new zoo, to whoever wanted or needed the animals.
It was Xerxes, his brother, and one of his sisters that were sent away, to different zoos. The new zoo that Xerxes ended up at, was more of a budding zoo, no more than a handful of species were exhibited there, and he was the newest creature. It wasn't a bad place, but it was a poor place. He wasn't there for more than two and a half years before it went under, and he was sent on his way, now three years old.
He next ended up at the big cat shelter, his last home until the humans died. The newest place was not bad, not at all, if not a constant swarm of smells and sounds from animals he'd never even seen. Xerxes was housed next a a young tigress, a rather snobby creature who'd been a pet for most of her life, before authorities found out. Often, they bickered and argued, the fence between them, saving a fight that should never happen. When the humans died, well, let's just say that the scars that he has on his face, aren't as old as he'd have you believe. She might of injured him, but he sure as hell wounded her back. Oddly enough, she died of an infection and the wounds he'd left her from some lucky hits.{ A LOOK AT THE PRESENT }
Pride| Sursum
Rank| Unknown for now.{ FAMILY TIES }
Mother| Mita
Father| Kersoon
Siblings| Jaxom, Iris, Shalua
Mate| None
Cubs| None
