Post by tatl on Mar 29, 2017 17:52:26 GMT
for you...
BARD
65 Moons
Loner
No Clan
PICTURE by OLIVIA LYNN on Deviant Art
DESCRIPTION
Huge freign tom with a silver spotted tabby pelt, splashes of white on his chin, neck and belly, and gold eyes with a little bit of green around the pupils.
APPEARANCE
The first thing anyone notices about Bard is that he is huge. Being an F2 Savannah cat, not only is he much larger than most cats, but he has an overall more wild appearance. While silver in coloring, he has spots like a leopard or cheetah (or rather, like an African Serval). Challeners have run at the mere sight of his teeth and claws before, though it's quite unusual for any cat to readily challenge Bard. After all, he's the size of a dog! Yet those who dare approach Bard know that he's a gentle soul. He smiles often, and his golden eyes are often alight with the mischief of stories and tales. There is calming warmth in the greenish hints around his pupils when you stare at him, and he rarely takes an aggressive stance unless he is defending himself. He keeps well groomed, and often has a a simple pouch he picked out of human garbage slung around his bodu, full of trinkets and treasures he has come across.
PERSONALITY
Cultured. Creative. Complex. Blunt. Vague.
Bard has led and eventful life thus far, having traveled quite farther than most cats have. That experience shows in his confidence and in his words. He is very kind, reaching out to others, often even standing up for the weak and helpless, though he will always step in with words before he will with claws. He travels, telling tales of great adventures to any who are willing to hear them, his deep, foreign tone always smooth and enchanting. But despite his kind and apparent openness, Bard is really quite a secretive individual. He never speaks of his past beyond vague hints. He can also be quite blunt about issues he seeing, though he's so well-intended and friendly he'd never truly intend to insult. He is merely observant, and wants to help others improve themselves. Bard often, when speaking, likes to speak in riddles in stories, which can often leave whoever he's talking to pondering his words, wondering if there's a deeper meaning behind them.
HISTORY
Bard was born in a human home in Spain, where Savannah cats are bred and raised until they are large enough to go to a permanent home. It was a good place, always warm, plenty of food, and very safe. Bard never met his father, and barely remembers his mother beyond her comforting scent, her gentle gaze and her golden spotted fur. He had three siblings, all girls, one silver like himself and the others golden like their mother. Their mother never named them, knowing that some day they would go to a new home with their own humans to love them and name them. Or at least, that was what was supposed to happen.
There was a break in at his home. Thieves came while the breeders were away, walking Bard's mother and their other Savannah cats. His litter and one other were grabbed and stuffed into bags, and stolen away from the safe home. Those thieves surely had some ill intent for the wailing kittens in their trunk, but that was a fate Bard himself would never know. The truck that carried them away took them all the way to a harbor, and that was where Bard and one of his sisters managed to escape.
The kittens hand managed to squeeze their way out of the sack, and as soon as the trunk was open they leaped out and ran for safety. Most were caught, but the thieves didn't manage to grab Bard and his smallest sister before they slipped into a tight space where the thieves could not reach them. Unwilling to stick around for the two kittens and risk being caught, the thieves left after some time of waiting.
Two full day passed before Bard and his sister were growing hungry enough to dare wander out in the protection of night. They went looking for somewhere safe to hide, with food, which led them to wandering into town. They had no luck in finding food, and they were terrified when a group of cats found them. A strange group of cats, led by a black she-cat with a single white patch on her chest by the name of Nightingale.
Nightingale and her crew were storytellers and singers, who traveled the city, telling stories and entertaining other cats. At least, that was the official story. Beneath the surface the group acted as spies and assassins. This is how Bard and his sister were raised, and this is where they were given their names: Bard and Minstrel.
The pair grew up among these cats, learning their ways, and becoming an expert team, performing their stories and songs together. Bard and Minstrel were the pride of the Nightingale, and her adopted children. That didn't mean they got it easy, though. In fact, one could say more was expected from them. At that age, Bard had never thought much about the jobs they did. He didn't care much about killing, and was always eager for a good fight. His sister, though, was more gentle in nature, and though she worked along side him without complaint, every so often she would wander out loud to herself: "I wonder if mother would hate us, if she knew what we were doing now."
Bard would get upset when she would say that. He never much liked to think if their mother would be disappointed that her children were liars and killers.
Moons passed, and Bard and Minstrel began to grow a bit more infamous around the small city. A little too infamous for Nightingale's liking, but it was hard to keep such large, distinct cats secret. Nightingale knew that she had to do something about them. She set them up with a job that was rigged to be a failure, and both Bard and Minstrel fell unwittingly into the trap. When they arrived at the location where their target was meant to be, they were ambushed, their attackers fighting with the intent to kill.
At first, Bard was certain that Nightingale had no hand in this. The job had been a set up to trap her best agents, of course. He fought for his life, but the battle was too unfairly balanced, and the noise was bound to bring catchers around. He and Minstrel called out for one another, knowing that they had to run, and they did, straight towards the harbor where they had escaped the thieves who'd kidnapped them from their safe, loving home. If only they had run sooner.
Bard insisted they had to split up, their attackers were tailing them too well, so they did. He ran into the harbor alone, dashing for cover in a huge crate. He hid there for a little while, waiting for his sister to reach the harbor. What he saw was much worse. NIghtingale's right hand padded into the view, covered in blood, snarling.
"I know you're here Bard!" he called out. "I can smell the stink of your blood! Oh....but where's your sister? That's right, she's lying in the street where my claws slit her throat!"
Bard was filled with rage, He readied himself to leap out of cover to face his sister's killer, but suddenly, he was closed in darkness. There was no escape. There was no revenge. He would never see his sister again.
Bard was locked in that darkness a long time. Luckily there were a few rats locked in with him, though barely enough to sustain him when he was starving. Very little daylight leaked through a tiny hole in the ceiling of the metal room, but it was enough to tell the passing of day to night. Many days passed. He couldn't stand anymore by the time he was bathed in light when the container opened. He could here humans shouting, but everything was a blur. Then there was nothing.
When Bard woke up, he was in a strange, even smaller space, with something cloth wrapped around his leg and a bowl of dry pellets that Bard recognized to be the kind of food his mother used to eat. He was in a vet's office, where he'd been given fluids and medicine to help him recover. He felt weak still, but no longer bordering death. It turned out he'd been dropped off by a man who'd found him in the shipping container where he'd been trapped. The man came back to pick Bard up the following day, and took him home.
The man had two other house cats, neither of which wanted to approach Bard for the few days he was with the kind man who'd saved him. But there was something Bard knew well about himself, and one was that he was no longer a house cat. One day, when the man was bringing in groceries, he slipped by him and dashed out the door, and took off without looking back.
In the following moons, Bard traveled day and night, deep in thought about his life and his sister. He knew he could no longer be a killer, except perhaps if absolutely necessary (well, and prey of course). It would be an insult to his sister's memory. She had always hated killing. He knew many stories, and began telling them to those who would listen as he traveled, in exchange he often received advice and tips about where to go on the area, where was safe, where had the best prey, and that sort of thing. Along his travels he found the simple pouch he carries, and cleaned the garbage out of it, now using it to store lovely items he comes across in his travels.
Bard came across the area where the clans live and decided to stick around.
FAMILY
Mother: Name Unknown
Father: Name Unknown
Siblings: Minstrel, Names Unknown (2)
Mate: None
Kits: None
Extended: None
GENETIC
Manifests Savannah cat (breed traits), spotted tabby, silver tabby. Carries chocolate coloring.
65 Moons
Loner
No Clan
PICTURE by OLIVIA LYNN on Deviant Art
DESCRIPTION
Huge freign tom with a silver spotted tabby pelt, splashes of white on his chin, neck and belly, and gold eyes with a little bit of green around the pupils.
APPEARANCE
The first thing anyone notices about Bard is that he is huge. Being an F2 Savannah cat, not only is he much larger than most cats, but he has an overall more wild appearance. While silver in coloring, he has spots like a leopard or cheetah (or rather, like an African Serval). Challeners have run at the mere sight of his teeth and claws before, though it's quite unusual for any cat to readily challenge Bard. After all, he's the size of a dog! Yet those who dare approach Bard know that he's a gentle soul. He smiles often, and his golden eyes are often alight with the mischief of stories and tales. There is calming warmth in the greenish hints around his pupils when you stare at him, and he rarely takes an aggressive stance unless he is defending himself. He keeps well groomed, and often has a a simple pouch he picked out of human garbage slung around his bodu, full of trinkets and treasures he has come across.
PERSONALITY
Cultured. Creative. Complex. Blunt. Vague.
Bard has led and eventful life thus far, having traveled quite farther than most cats have. That experience shows in his confidence and in his words. He is very kind, reaching out to others, often even standing up for the weak and helpless, though he will always step in with words before he will with claws. He travels, telling tales of great adventures to any who are willing to hear them, his deep, foreign tone always smooth and enchanting. But despite his kind and apparent openness, Bard is really quite a secretive individual. He never speaks of his past beyond vague hints. He can also be quite blunt about issues he seeing, though he's so well-intended and friendly he'd never truly intend to insult. He is merely observant, and wants to help others improve themselves. Bard often, when speaking, likes to speak in riddles in stories, which can often leave whoever he's talking to pondering his words, wondering if there's a deeper meaning behind them.
HISTORY
Bard was born in a human home in Spain, where Savannah cats are bred and raised until they are large enough to go to a permanent home. It was a good place, always warm, plenty of food, and very safe. Bard never met his father, and barely remembers his mother beyond her comforting scent, her gentle gaze and her golden spotted fur. He had three siblings, all girls, one silver like himself and the others golden like their mother. Their mother never named them, knowing that some day they would go to a new home with their own humans to love them and name them. Or at least, that was what was supposed to happen.
There was a break in at his home. Thieves came while the breeders were away, walking Bard's mother and their other Savannah cats. His litter and one other were grabbed and stuffed into bags, and stolen away from the safe home. Those thieves surely had some ill intent for the wailing kittens in their trunk, but that was a fate Bard himself would never know. The truck that carried them away took them all the way to a harbor, and that was where Bard and one of his sisters managed to escape.
The kittens hand managed to squeeze their way out of the sack, and as soon as the trunk was open they leaped out and ran for safety. Most were caught, but the thieves didn't manage to grab Bard and his smallest sister before they slipped into a tight space where the thieves could not reach them. Unwilling to stick around for the two kittens and risk being caught, the thieves left after some time of waiting.
Two full day passed before Bard and his sister were growing hungry enough to dare wander out in the protection of night. They went looking for somewhere safe to hide, with food, which led them to wandering into town. They had no luck in finding food, and they were terrified when a group of cats found them. A strange group of cats, led by a black she-cat with a single white patch on her chest by the name of Nightingale.
Nightingale and her crew were storytellers and singers, who traveled the city, telling stories and entertaining other cats. At least, that was the official story. Beneath the surface the group acted as spies and assassins. This is how Bard and his sister were raised, and this is where they were given their names: Bard and Minstrel.
The pair grew up among these cats, learning their ways, and becoming an expert team, performing their stories and songs together. Bard and Minstrel were the pride of the Nightingale, and her adopted children. That didn't mean they got it easy, though. In fact, one could say more was expected from them. At that age, Bard had never thought much about the jobs they did. He didn't care much about killing, and was always eager for a good fight. His sister, though, was more gentle in nature, and though she worked along side him without complaint, every so often she would wander out loud to herself: "I wonder if mother would hate us, if she knew what we were doing now."
Bard would get upset when she would say that. He never much liked to think if their mother would be disappointed that her children were liars and killers.
Moons passed, and Bard and Minstrel began to grow a bit more infamous around the small city. A little too infamous for Nightingale's liking, but it was hard to keep such large, distinct cats secret. Nightingale knew that she had to do something about them. She set them up with a job that was rigged to be a failure, and both Bard and Minstrel fell unwittingly into the trap. When they arrived at the location where their target was meant to be, they were ambushed, their attackers fighting with the intent to kill.
At first, Bard was certain that Nightingale had no hand in this. The job had been a set up to trap her best agents, of course. He fought for his life, but the battle was too unfairly balanced, and the noise was bound to bring catchers around. He and Minstrel called out for one another, knowing that they had to run, and they did, straight towards the harbor where they had escaped the thieves who'd kidnapped them from their safe, loving home. If only they had run sooner.
Bard insisted they had to split up, their attackers were tailing them too well, so they did. He ran into the harbor alone, dashing for cover in a huge crate. He hid there for a little while, waiting for his sister to reach the harbor. What he saw was much worse. NIghtingale's right hand padded into the view, covered in blood, snarling.
"I know you're here Bard!" he called out. "I can smell the stink of your blood! Oh....but where's your sister? That's right, she's lying in the street where my claws slit her throat!"
Bard was filled with rage, He readied himself to leap out of cover to face his sister's killer, but suddenly, he was closed in darkness. There was no escape. There was no revenge. He would never see his sister again.
Bard was locked in that darkness a long time. Luckily there were a few rats locked in with him, though barely enough to sustain him when he was starving. Very little daylight leaked through a tiny hole in the ceiling of the metal room, but it was enough to tell the passing of day to night. Many days passed. He couldn't stand anymore by the time he was bathed in light when the container opened. He could here humans shouting, but everything was a blur. Then there was nothing.
When Bard woke up, he was in a strange, even smaller space, with something cloth wrapped around his leg and a bowl of dry pellets that Bard recognized to be the kind of food his mother used to eat. He was in a vet's office, where he'd been given fluids and medicine to help him recover. He felt weak still, but no longer bordering death. It turned out he'd been dropped off by a man who'd found him in the shipping container where he'd been trapped. The man came back to pick Bard up the following day, and took him home.
The man had two other house cats, neither of which wanted to approach Bard for the few days he was with the kind man who'd saved him. But there was something Bard knew well about himself, and one was that he was no longer a house cat. One day, when the man was bringing in groceries, he slipped by him and dashed out the door, and took off without looking back.
In the following moons, Bard traveled day and night, deep in thought about his life and his sister. He knew he could no longer be a killer, except perhaps if absolutely necessary (well, and prey of course). It would be an insult to his sister's memory. She had always hated killing. He knew many stories, and began telling them to those who would listen as he traveled, in exchange he often received advice and tips about where to go on the area, where was safe, where had the best prey, and that sort of thing. Along his travels he found the simple pouch he carries, and cleaned the garbage out of it, now using it to store lovely items he comes across in his travels.
Bard came across the area where the clans live and decided to stick around.
FAMILY
Mother: Name Unknown
Father: Name Unknown
Siblings: Minstrel, Names Unknown (2)
Mate: None
Kits: None
Extended: None
GENETIC
Manifests Savannah cat (breed traits), spotted tabby, silver tabby. Carries chocolate coloring.
...my rain falls.
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