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Description
Name
Sark

Rank
Gladiator

Age
Starting Age: 3 years and 8 months
Current Age: 3 years and 8 months
Born: June 2nd, 48 BC

Species
Hyper-Melanistic Tiger

Personality, Biography, and Role Play History

What Can Be Found Here
Personality Traits, Background Information, Role play History, and Character Quirks

Personality
Fatherly, Lazy, Friendly, Intelligent, Silly

Sark is a free spirit, to put it in short. He can spend most of his days lounging in the sun, floating in deep water, or just being lazy in general. Despite this, he's always had a huge heart and a brave soul. He wouldn't be the type to let anyone in his presence go hungry before him. He loves cubs, and taking care of them. He has a tendency to find the most "potent" kind of plants and be gone for hours at a time, sometimes passing out in the middle of the forest. Sark is not just friendly, but intelligent. While he portrays a monotone, silly lameness, he occasionally spurs off with intricate ideas or concepts, leaving felines open-mawed. He has a very intricate mind, and a beautiful one at that.

Jealous, Inconsistent, Low Self Esteem, Easily Panicked

Sark can get insanely jealous over the smallest thing. Something that really irks him is when he makes plans, and they either fall through or get trumped. He has a tendency to raise his voice whenever panicked, often scaring the smaller cubs in the nursery with his very loud voice. When it comes to consistency, he fails almost every time, unless it's something REALLY important or something he cares about immensely. His strength and speed have always been lacking, and he has a very low self esteem about his fighting style, and abilities, and tends to get snappy when confronted.

Background Information
Sark was born by a lone tigress fleeing from Massilia. His mother, Eleia, was starving at the time. Her mate, being a cage fighter, was taken from her, a traveling tigress that was searching for another place. Without him, the city had no room for a three-legged, weak female. She was driven out, not knowing she was bearing a cub. She couldn't fend for herself. She couldn't hunt very well. Her body grew weak from the extra weight, and lack of food. She died after giving birth, curled up around her only son.

Sark was soon found afterwards by a young merchant couple, traveling to and from Massilia almost every day. Sark saw many of the cities far, far away, sights that even and grew accustomed to a peaceful life, with the occasional raid from lone tigers or wolf packs. It was always easy to fend them off for the most part.

One fateful night, he was assigned to watch the caravan as the others slept. They'd never been attacked at night before until then. Sark, began drifting off, in a tree high above the rest of his companions. He woke to the noises of screeching and barking. Scrambling to his feet, and squinting downwards, he almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before he could adjust his eyes to the darkness below, all had went silent.

All of his friends, his adopted mother and father, were torn to shreds, besides the human, who was busy whipping the horses, fleeing as fast as possible, from a wolf pack of almost 30. Some of them stayed behind, dragging off the bodied of the lifeless felines. Sark stayed in that tree until it was dawn, the light peaking over the horizon. He knew he didn't stand a chance against any of the wolves, much less 30 of them.

It broke Sark for an entire year. He survived on his own, in the wild, unknowingly, just on the edge of the Empire's territory. It was a hard year. He struggled with the way he viewed himself. He took up, in that time, traveling downstream or floating in the water, chewing on sticks, and carving out designs. He also found that he was very good at it. And being on the edge of Shadow Empire territory, the ever elusive cats that lived in the forests, were always scented, but never seen. It sparked an idea with Sark, one he never expected to work.

He had heard of them before. Hell, sometimes they attempted raids on the caravan he drew. A few had been successful, but they never killed any of them, nor had he heard of that happening to any other carts. He liked that kind of honor. After gathering courage for a couple of months, he decided to join their ranks. And they welcomed him with open arms.

Quirks
-Creates wood carvings in his spare time, floating in a water source to make wood soft, using his long claws and teeth. Tends to subconsciously twitch his ear while doing so.

Relationships and Roleplay Example

What Can Be Found Here

Family Lineage, Character Relationships, Roleplay Example

Family Relations

Mates
none

Cubs

Family Lineage
Eleia-mother

Role Play Relationships
Fear
Dead
Dislike
Hatred
Loath
Uncertain
Neutral
Acquaintance
Friend
Good/best friend
Attraction
Crush
Love(platonic)
Love(romantic)
Mate
Family
Respect/Admire
Apprentice
Past Apprentice
= Mentor
= Former Mentor

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Roleplay Example

Poole could hear the thumping of the caracal's heavier footsteps behind her, moving very fast. She was beginning to recover from being knocked off of the deer. As she was sprinting through the forest, she spotted an opportunity.

After the bit of a chase, her head ran straight and her body, what felt like once a shock of lightning, now was a dull ache. A tree appeared in front of her, and she immediately sped up. The dark tree had nice bark, the rough kind with plenty of crooks and crannies to use for footing. She glared ahead, and launched herself up the side of the tree, trying to remember the tactic from training.

Two meters up the tree and the sprang off of it, going backwards, trying to land behind the pursuing Hunter to surprise him with an attack from behind, he wouldn't be expecting that.

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Description
Name
Sark

Rank
Gladiator

Age
Starting Age: 3 years and 8 months
Current Age: 3 years and 8 months
Born: June 2nd, 48 BC

Species
Hyper-Melanistic Tiger

Personality, Biography, and Role Play History

What Can Be Found Here
Personality Traits, Background Information, Role play History, and Character Quirks

Personality
Fatherly, Lazy, Friendly, Intelligent, Silly

Sark is a free spirit, to put it in short. He can spend most of his days lounging in the sun, floating in deep water, or just being lazy in general. Despite this, he's always had a huge heart and a brave soul. He wouldn't be the type to let anyone in his presence go hungry before him. He loves cubs, and taking care of them. He has a tendency to find the most "potent" kind of plants and be gone for hours at a time, sometimes passing out in the middle of the forest. Sark is not just friendly, but intelligent. While he portrays a monotone, silly lameness, he occasionally spurs off with intricate ideas or concepts, leaving felines open-mawed. He has a very intricate mind, and a beautiful one at that.

Jealous, Inconsistent, Low Self Esteem, Easily Panicked

Sark can get insanely jealous over the smallest thing. Something that really irks him is when he makes plans, and they either fall through or get trumped. He has a tendency to raise his voice whenever panicked, often scaring the smaller cubs in the nursery with his very loud voice. When it comes to consistency, he fails almost every time, unless it's something REALLY important or something he cares about immensely. His strength and speed have always been lacking, and he has a very low self esteem about his fighting style, and abilities, and tends to get snappy when confronted.

Background Information
Sark was born by a lone tigress fleeing from Massilia. His mother, Eleia, was starving at the time. Her mate, being a cage fighter, was taken from her, a traveling tigress that was searching for another place. Without him, the city had no room for a three-legged, weak female. She was driven out, not knowing she was bearing a cub. She couldn't fend for herself. She couldn't hunt very well. Her body grew weak from the extra weight, and lack of food. She died after giving birth, curled up around her only son.

Sark was soon found afterwards by a young merchant couple, traveling to and from Massilia almost every day. Sark saw many of the cities far, far away, sights that even and grew accustomed to a peaceful life, with the occasional raid from lone tigers or wolf packs. It was always easy to fend them off for the most part.

One fateful night, he was assigned to watch the caravan as the others slept. They'd never been attacked at night before until then. Sark, began drifting off, in a tree high above the rest of his companions. He woke to the noises of screeching and barking. Scrambling to his feet, and squinting downwards, he almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before he could adjust his eyes to the darkness below, all had went silent.

All of his friends, his adopted mother and father, were torn to shreds, besides the human, who was busy whipping the horses, fleeing as fast as possible, from a wolf pack of almost 30. Some of them stayed behind, dragging off the bodied of the lifeless felines. Sark stayed in that tree until it was dawn, the light peaking over the horizon. He knew he didn't stand a chance against any of the wolves, much less 30 of them.

It broke Sark for an entire year. He survived on his own, in the wild, unknowingly, just on the edge of the Empire's territory. It was a hard year. He struggled with the way he viewed himself. He took up, in that time, traveling downstream or floating in the water, chewing on sticks, and carving out designs. He also found that he was very good at it. And being on the edge of Shadow Empire territory, the ever elusive cats that lived in the forests, were always scented, but never seen. It sparked an idea with Sark, one he never expected to work.

He had heard of them before. Hell, sometimes they attempted raids on the caravan he drew. A few had been successful, but they never killed any of them, nor had he heard of that happening to any other carts. He liked that kind of honor. After gathering courage for a couple of months, he decided to join their ranks. And they welcomed him with open arms.

Quirks
-Creates wood carvings in his spare time, floating in a water source to make wood soft, using his long claws and teeth. Tends to subconsciously twitch his ear while doing so.

Relationships and Roleplay Example

What Can Be Found Here

Family Lineage, Character Relationships, Roleplay Example

Family Relations

Mates
none

Cubs

Family Lineage
Eleia-mother

Role Play Relationships
Fear
Dead
Dislike
Hatred
Loath
Uncertain
Neutral
Acquaintance
Friend
Good/best friend
Attraction
Crush
Love(platonic)
Love(romantic)
Mate
Family
Respect/Admire
Apprentice
Past Apprentice
= Mentor
= Former Mentor

tba

Roleplay Example

Poole could hear the thumping of the caracal's heavier footsteps behind her, moving very fast. She was beginning to recover from being knocked off of the deer. As she was sprinting through the forest, she spotted an opportunity.

After the bit of a chase, her head ran straight and her body, what felt like once a shock of lightning, now was a dull ache. A tree appeared in front of her, and she immediately sped up. The dark tree had nice bark, the rough kind with plenty of crooks and crannies to use for footing. She glared ahead, and launched herself up the side of the tree, trying to remember the tactic from training.

Two meters up the tree and the sprang off of it, going backwards, trying to land behind the pursuing Hunter to surprise him with an attack from behind, he wouldn't be expecting that.

Roleplay Tracker, Wanted Status, and Empire Point Tracker

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Empire Point Tracker

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Wanted Status

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