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General

Name- Gunner

Gender- Male

Species- Bengal Tiger

Rank- Lightning Empire Senior Gladiator

Age- 9 years (about 53 cat years)

About

Personality

Gunner is a quiet and powerful cat. He doesn’t say much, even though he has a lot running through his head. He is old and has seen a lot of pain and suffering in the Coliseums, and those memories haunt him. He keeps to himself or tends to hang around older cats like himself. He doesn’t really like younger cats; he tends to think they are all immature and naïve, and he can’t stand that because of all the horrible things he’s seen. Even if a younger cat is calm and mature, he still stereotypes them and stays away unless he really gets to know them or unless they are family. Even though he doesn’t like many cats, he would still do anything to save them. He believes in justice and doing what is right, no matter what the cost is.

Gunner is an extremely good fighter. He is old and has had a lot of experience. He doesn’t think about simple things much such as romance or petty drama. Instead he looks deep into things and can be very intuitive and empathetic because of this.

Background

Gunner was born into the Coliseums. He was taken from his mother at birth, so he doesn’t know anything about her. He was raised by a bottle and at the hands of humans. Until he was a year old, he knew nothing except the humans’ kindness. They had only ever raised him, fed him, and cared for him. About a year into his life, however, everything suddenly changed.

Gunner was sold to a trainer and arena cat owner for a lot of money for his unique pelt and apparently strong genetics. He was trained vigorously for the next few months. It was brutal, and a lot of times Gunner would collapse at night covered in blood because he didn’t have the energy or motivation to clean it off his fur. When he first started getting into the arenas, he was terrified. Fortunately, he was fighting cats who were just as new to the game as he was, so he could typically easily defeat them. Since they were still training, the owners came to an agreement to never let the fights end in a kill; so occasionally, Gunner was beaten.

When he was two, however, the real fights began. Gunner could remember the roar of the human crowds, the stench of blood and sweat and death hanging in the air. His first opponent than night was a cheetah. The other cat was fast, and Gunner was scared to kill her, but once he realized the other cat had no intention of taking it easy on him when she tore off his ear, he ended her quickly. Gunner would never be the same again.

When the tiger turned four, his fighting was plenty exceptional and his coat was unique enough that many breeders were willing to pay good money to his owner to have his cubs. The first cat he met was Khione, a lovely, elderly white tigress, a retired Gladiator whose sole purpose was for breeding. He fell for her, even though their meeting was planned. She was the first cat that he had met in a long time that he wasn't expected to kill. She had his firstborn cub; Thanatos. The black-furred tiger became a huge part in his life. When Thanatos's training to be a fierce fighting cat began, Khione passed away. Gunner was heartbroken, but he quickly recovered when he learned he would train with Thanatos.

Gunner had heard of the fierce, elite group of gladiators called Bounty Hunters. They were able to roam free, pampered with the humans' wealth. The life sounded like the perfect thing for his new son. Gunner and Thanatos trained hard to both get to be part of the Bounty Hunters, but as Thanatos grew, he became a massive tiger, bigger than Gunner himself, and stronger than Gunner had ever been. It didn't take long before Thanatos was welcomed into the Bounty Hunters at the young age of two. Gunner began training harder and harder, trying as hard as he could to be with his son again.

Fight after fight, Gunner kept killing. He was huge and strong and had been well-trained. Even the biggest of his opponents hardly came close. One fight, however, when Gunner was almost seven, he ended up being pitted against one of the cats he had trained with. It was a lion the same age as himself, one who never seemed to be completely into the idea of killing and fighting. When the gates opened and they saw each other, the lion froze. Gunner noticed he looked different. He was covered in scars and looked older, but he knew they were the same age. The tiger didn’t know what to do. He stumbled out into the arena and flinched at the disapproving cries of the human spectators. The lion was doing the same, scared to do anything but terrified to do nothing. He cautiously approached Gunner and told him something the tiger would never forget. ”You have to kill me,” the lion said, and that was when Gunner noticed the exhaustion in his eyes and the pain in his voice. ”I can’t live like this anymore. You have to kill me, take the praise. Please.” Gunner refused, and after more convincing, the lion got angry with him. He leaped at him and Gunner was afraid he was going to die. The lion’s claws raked across his face, not deep enough to rip his eye out, but enough to make it bleed and scar over eventually.

The lion suddenly leaped away, looking at his paw like he knew what he had done. He made a quick apology and said, still pinning the bloodied tiger down, ”I’ve heard rumors of cats sneaking out and finding freedom outside of the city, in the wild. I don’t think it’s true; they must be ghosts of the dead someone made into a silly fairytale. But if it’s not true, I want you to be the first cat to live free.” The lion jumped off of him and attacked the humans at the gate.

Gunner passed out then. He assumed the lion was dead; there was no way he hadn’t gotten killed by all the guards without getting slaughtered. But the lion hadn’t died, not then, anyways. He was caught and kept in a small cage for the next few years. Another cat he met confirmed his suspicions about the Empires, and she plotted with him to help her daughters escape with him. He eventually escaped the cages and was planning to escape out into the forests outside the city with the young hybrids. The lion and one of the daughters never made it out as far as Gunner knew, but one of the young snow leopard mixes made it to the mountains and lives in Ice Empire today.

After the fight with the lion, Gunner’s owners planned to kill him for his unwillingness to fight. They didn’t feed him, put him into the arena with the strongest cats to wear him down. Gunner was motivated now, though. He knew of an escape, and he wasn’t going to let a lack of food get in his way. Plus, the life of the Empires sounded like a perfect place to finally be with Thanatos for good. He fought hard and killed cats mindlessly; he didn’t even care. He just wanted to fulfill his friend’s wishes and be with his son again. He killed and killed and killed until his owners realized he was making them lots of money. They began to feed him again, and he came back to the arenas stronger than ever.

For the next few years, Gunner lived day to day as a Coliseum cat. He became cold, his only hope was outside the city. He looked for any safe chance he got to run out the city walls; he never found one, not for many years. His plan was to become a Bounty Hunter and find Thanatos and escape with him.

When Gunner was seven, he was mated with a large, beautiful tigress named Iris. They had a litter of five, and Gunner was able to meet and play with one of them. His name was Scion, a gorgeous young cub with a mutated tabby coat. But after meeting his son for a few times, Gunner was put back into the pits to fight once again. He never much thought about the cub much. The arena was a dangerous and violent place; not many cats survived to see adulthood.

Finally, at nine years old, right when he believed he was going to die before he breathed fresh air, he saw an escape opportunity.

Gunner was being sold; his owners were old and rich, they had no need for him anymore. The Emperor was going to buy him from them to make him into a Bounty Hunter. The owners gleefully agreed. They trained him for a while, but they thought he was just as bad as any Hunter because of his nonchalant attitude about killing. They let him out into the Bounty Hunter clearing, where Gunner searched and searched for his son. But when Gunner finally found him, he realized his master plan would not work as well as he had hoped. Thanatos enjoyed the life of the Bounty Hunters, and thought the Empires were nothing more than a job for him to finish. The old Bounty Hunter heard terms used like Empire scum and rats...and he realized his son wasn't going to go away willingly. He decided Thanatos was safe with the Hunters for now, and vowed to return and save him. By nightfall, Gunner was out into the forests of Lightning Empire, where he now lives in peace, though haunted by the memories of his dreadful past and the truth about himself; the prized tiger of the Coliseums could kill with ease, and without a second thought.

But he found hope in Lightning Empire. His young forgotten son, Scion, was there, unaware that Gunner was his father. He was reunited with his younger son and they now live together in Lightning Empire, both missing their other family member.

Extra Facts
None yet

Relationships

Relations

Family

Mother- Unknown

Father- Unknown

Siblings- Dead or Missing

Past Mates- Khione [deceased] (mother of Thanatos) and Iris [status unknown] (mother of Scion)

Current Mates- None, probably won't have anymore

Cubs- Thanatos - Silver Bounty Hunter

Scion - Gladiator of Lightning Empire

Relationships- - hate, - dislike, - annoyed, - indifference, - like (not romantically), - friend/close friend, - love/mate, - crush - respect, - family

None yet

/ Scion - "My son. I love him so much, I feel horrible that I basically forgot about him, but I'm so glad we could be reunited again. It feels good to have some part of my family left."

/ Thanatos - "My firstborn son, Silver of the Bounty Hunters. I'm proud of how strong and powerful he's become...but I'm devastated that the Bounty Hunters have managed to corrupt him. I hate myself for encouraging him to become a Hunter...but I didn't know any different! I swear one day I will rescue him from those brutes and we'll live in Lightning Empire together...but what I hear from the Empires of the Bounty Hunters, I pray to the gods that he hasn't become one of them for good. I can't see my son killing. I refuse to believe that he isn't still the same cat I loved all those years ago..."

Roleplay Example

There was the clicking of metal as the gates to the arena opened, the roar of the human crowd deafening him. Gunner’s bad ear flicked in annoyance. These humans are sick, he thought, staring at his paws, his brows pulled together. They’re sick and they enjoy watching me kill….watching other cat’s lives end.

The sunlight filtered in, and the roar was plain and evident now. Gunner straightened himself, pushed his shoulders back, and strode out confidently in an attempt to intimidate his opponent.

Except when he saw the opponent, he immediately lost his posture. He knew the lion he was facing, and the lion knew him. “No,” Gunner whispered to himself. “No, no. I can’t kill him. I’m going to lose.” Words flung themselves around in his head, and he couldn’t move. The lion looked the same, though. Scared and shocked. Frustrated with the situation they were now in.

After a while of not moving, sticks started poking into Gunner’s sides. His head swiveled to the humans behind him, and he let out a snarl before walking forward to get out of reach of the spears. His lion friend was doing the same. I don’t even know his name, Gunner thought. I don’t even know his name and he’s going to have to kill me today. The lion’s pelt was covered in scars, much worse off than Gunner himself. As they got closer, Gunner could see the pain in the lion’s eyes, and he knew neither one of them were going to be able to kill tonight.

“You’re gunna have to kill me, tiger,” the lion said, raising his voice to be heard over the human screams. “I can’t do this anymore. Please just kill me.”

Gunner stood shock still for a moment, then argued. He couldn’t kill him, he realized. He had taken enough lives, he had killed plenty of cats. He couldn’t do one more, and especially not a cat he knew. After a minute of arguing, the lion snapped, angry Gunner wouldn’t listen to him. The only thing he could remember suddenly was a sharp pain across his face, his breath being struck out of his lungs, and laying on the hard dirt with the lion’s claws digging into his shoulders. The excitement in the arena had risen to an all-time high…but the short act of violence was over. The lion was staring at him in shock and pulled his bloody paw away. He muttered some sort of apology but Gunner couldn’t hear it between the sound of the humans and the blood pouring into his only good ear.

Suddenly, the lion met his gaze and whispered fiercely, “There are rumors of cats who live outside of the city in freedom. They don’t have to kill to survive.” The lion continued speaking for a moment. That was the first time Gunner had heard of these cats, and the last time he would ever think killing every day was an acceptable lifestyle.

The lion leaped off him and into the crowd of guards right before Gunner passed out completely.

This reference in under constant construction. It will keep changing as the character keeps developing.

For

Gunner c) me

Description

General

Name- Gunner

Gender- Male

Species- Bengal Tiger

Rank- Lightning Empire Senior Gladiator

Age- 9 years (about 53 cat years)

About

Personality

Gunner is a quiet and powerful cat. He doesn’t say much, even though he has a lot running through his head. He is old and has seen a lot of pain and suffering in the Coliseums, and those memories haunt him. He keeps to himself or tends to hang around older cats like himself. He doesn’t really like younger cats; he tends to think they are all immature and naïve, and he can’t stand that because of all the horrible things he’s seen. Even if a younger cat is calm and mature, he still stereotypes them and stays away unless he really gets to know them or unless they are family. Even though he doesn’t like many cats, he would still do anything to save them. He believes in justice and doing what is right, no matter what the cost is.

Gunner is an extremely good fighter. He is old and has had a lot of experience. He doesn’t think about simple things much such as romance or petty drama. Instead he looks deep into things and can be very intuitive and empathetic because of this.

Background

Gunner was born into the Coliseums. He was taken from his mother at birth, so he doesn’t know anything about her. He was raised by a bottle and at the hands of humans. Until he was a year old, he knew nothing except the humans’ kindness. They had only ever raised him, fed him, and cared for him. About a year into his life, however, everything suddenly changed.

Gunner was sold to a trainer and arena cat owner for a lot of money for his unique pelt and apparently strong genetics. He was trained vigorously for the next few months. It was brutal, and a lot of times Gunner would collapse at night covered in blood because he didn’t have the energy or motivation to clean it off his fur. When he first started getting into the arenas, he was terrified. Fortunately, he was fighting cats who were just as new to the game as he was, so he could typically easily defeat them. Since they were still training, the owners came to an agreement to never let the fights end in a kill; so occasionally, Gunner was beaten.

When he was two, however, the real fights began. Gunner could remember the roar of the human crowds, the stench of blood and sweat and death hanging in the air. His first opponent than night was a cheetah. The other cat was fast, and Gunner was scared to kill her, but once he realized the other cat had no intention of taking it easy on him when she tore off his ear, he ended her quickly. Gunner would never be the same again.

When the tiger turned four, his fighting was plenty exceptional and his coat was unique enough that many breeders were willing to pay good money to his owner to have his cubs. The first cat he met was Khione, a lovely, elderly white tigress, a retired Gladiator whose sole purpose was for breeding. He fell for her, even though their meeting was planned. She was the first cat that he had met in a long time that he wasn't expected to kill. She had his firstborn cub; Thanatos. The black-furred tiger became a huge part in his life. When Thanatos's training to be a fierce fighting cat began, Khione passed away. Gunner was heartbroken, but he quickly recovered when he learned he would train with Thanatos.

Gunner had heard of the fierce, elite group of gladiators called Bounty Hunters. They were able to roam free, pampered with the humans' wealth. The life sounded like the perfect thing for his new son. Gunner and Thanatos trained hard to both get to be part of the Bounty Hunters, but as Thanatos grew, he became a massive tiger, bigger than Gunner himself, and stronger than Gunner had ever been. It didn't take long before Thanatos was welcomed into the Bounty Hunters at the young age of two. Gunner began training harder and harder, trying as hard as he could to be with his son again.

Fight after fight, Gunner kept killing. He was huge and strong and had been well-trained. Even the biggest of his opponents hardly came close. One fight, however, when Gunner was almost seven, he ended up being pitted against one of the cats he had trained with. It was a lion the same age as himself, one who never seemed to be completely into the idea of killing and fighting. When the gates opened and they saw each other, the lion froze. Gunner noticed he looked different. He was covered in scars and looked older, but he knew they were the same age. The tiger didn’t know what to do. He stumbled out into the arena and flinched at the disapproving cries of the human spectators. The lion was doing the same, scared to do anything but terrified to do nothing. He cautiously approached Gunner and told him something the tiger would never forget. ”You have to kill me,” the lion said, and that was when Gunner noticed the exhaustion in his eyes and the pain in his voice. ”I can’t live like this anymore. You have to kill me, take the praise. Please.” Gunner refused, and after more convincing, the lion got angry with him. He leaped at him and Gunner was afraid he was going to die. The lion’s claws raked across his face, not deep enough to rip his eye out, but enough to make it bleed and scar over eventually.

The lion suddenly leaped away, looking at his paw like he knew what he had done. He made a quick apology and said, still pinning the bloodied tiger down, ”I’ve heard rumors of cats sneaking out and finding freedom outside of the city, in the wild. I don’t think it’s true; they must be ghosts of the dead someone made into a silly fairytale. But if it’s not true, I want you to be the first cat to live free.” The lion jumped off of him and attacked the humans at the gate.

Gunner passed out then. He assumed the lion was dead; there was no way he hadn’t gotten killed by all the guards without getting slaughtered. But the lion hadn’t died, not then, anyways. He was caught and kept in a small cage for the next few years. Another cat he met confirmed his suspicions about the Empires, and she plotted with him to help her daughters escape with him. He eventually escaped the cages and was planning to escape out into the forests outside the city with the young hybrids. The lion and one of the daughters never made it out as far as Gunner knew, but one of the young snow leopard mixes made it to the mountains and lives in Ice Empire today.

After the fight with the lion, Gunner’s owners planned to kill him for his unwillingness to fight. They didn’t feed him, put him into the arena with the strongest cats to wear him down. Gunner was motivated now, though. He knew of an escape, and he wasn’t going to let a lack of food get in his way. Plus, the life of the Empires sounded like a perfect place to finally be with Thanatos for good. He fought hard and killed cats mindlessly; he didn’t even care. He just wanted to fulfill his friend’s wishes and be with his son again. He killed and killed and killed until his owners realized he was making them lots of money. They began to feed him again, and he came back to the arenas stronger than ever.

For the next few years, Gunner lived day to day as a Coliseum cat. He became cold, his only hope was outside the city. He looked for any safe chance he got to run out the city walls; he never found one, not for many years. His plan was to become a Bounty Hunter and find Thanatos and escape with him.

When Gunner was seven, he was mated with a large, beautiful tigress named Iris. They had a litter of five, and Gunner was able to meet and play with one of them. His name was Scion, a gorgeous young cub with a mutated tabby coat. But after meeting his son for a few times, Gunner was put back into the pits to fight once again. He never much thought about the cub much. The arena was a dangerous and violent place; not many cats survived to see adulthood.

Finally, at nine years old, right when he believed he was going to die before he breathed fresh air, he saw an escape opportunity.

Gunner was being sold; his owners were old and rich, they had no need for him anymore. The Emperor was going to buy him from them to make him into a Bounty Hunter. The owners gleefully agreed. They trained him for a while, but they thought he was just as bad as any Hunter because of his nonchalant attitude about killing. They let him out into the Bounty Hunter clearing, where Gunner searched and searched for his son. But when Gunner finally found him, he realized his master plan would not work as well as he had hoped. Thanatos enjoyed the life of the Bounty Hunters, and thought the Empires were nothing more than a job for him to finish. The old Bounty Hunter heard terms used like Empire scum and rats...and he realized his son wasn't going to go away willingly. He decided Thanatos was safe with the Hunters for now, and vowed to return and save him. By nightfall, Gunner was out into the forests of Lightning Empire, where he now lives in peace, though haunted by the memories of his dreadful past and the truth about himself; the prized tiger of the Coliseums could kill with ease, and without a second thought.

But he found hope in Lightning Empire. His young forgotten son, Scion, was there, unaware that Gunner was his father. He was reunited with his younger son and they now live together in Lightning Empire, both missing their other family member.

Extra Facts
None yet

Relationships

Relations

Family

Mother- Unknown

Father- Unknown

Siblings- Dead or Missing

Past Mates- Khione [deceased] (mother of Thanatos) and Iris [status unknown] (mother of Scion)

Current Mates- None, probably won't have anymore

Cubs- Thanatos - Silver Bounty Hunter

Scion - Gladiator of Lightning Empire

Relationships- - hate, - dislike, - annoyed, - indifference, - like (not romantically), - friend/close friend, - love/mate, - crush - respect, - family

None yet

/ Scion - "My son. I love him so much, I feel horrible that I basically forgot about him, but I'm so glad we could be reunited again. It feels good to have some part of my family left."

/ Thanatos - "My firstborn son, Silver of the Bounty Hunters. I'm proud of how strong and powerful he's become...but I'm devastated that the Bounty Hunters have managed to corrupt him. I hate myself for encouraging him to become a Hunter...but I didn't know any different! I swear one day I will rescue him from those brutes and we'll live in Lightning Empire together...but what I hear from the Empires of the Bounty Hunters, I pray to the gods that he hasn't become one of them for good. I can't see my son killing. I refuse to believe that he isn't still the same cat I loved all those years ago..."

Roleplay Example

There was the clicking of metal as the gates to the arena opened, the roar of the human crowd deafening him. Gunner’s bad ear flicked in annoyance. These humans are sick, he thought, staring at his paws, his brows pulled together. They’re sick and they enjoy watching me kill….watching other cat’s lives end.

The sunlight filtered in, and the roar was plain and evident now. Gunner straightened himself, pushed his shoulders back, and strode out confidently in an attempt to intimidate his opponent.

Except when he saw the opponent, he immediately lost his posture. He knew the lion he was facing, and the lion knew him. “No,” Gunner whispered to himself. “No, no. I can’t kill him. I’m going to lose.” Words flung themselves around in his head, and he couldn’t move. The lion looked the same, though. Scared and shocked. Frustrated with the situation they were now in.

After a while of not moving, sticks started poking into Gunner’s sides. His head swiveled to the humans behind him, and he let out a snarl before walking forward to get out of reach of the spears. His lion friend was doing the same. I don’t even know his name, Gunner thought. I don’t even know his name and he’s going to have to kill me today. The lion’s pelt was covered in scars, much worse off than Gunner himself. As they got closer, Gunner could see the pain in the lion’s eyes, and he knew neither one of them were going to be able to kill tonight.

“You’re gunna have to kill me, tiger,” the lion said, raising his voice to be heard over the human screams. “I can’t do this anymore. Please just kill me.”

Gunner stood shock still for a moment, then argued. He couldn’t kill him, he realized. He had taken enough lives, he had killed plenty of cats. He couldn’t do one more, and especially not a cat he knew. After a minute of arguing, the lion snapped, angry Gunner wouldn’t listen to him. The only thing he could remember suddenly was a sharp pain across his face, his breath being struck out of his lungs, and laying on the hard dirt with the lion’s claws digging into his shoulders. The excitement in the arena had risen to an all-time high…but the short act of violence was over. The lion was staring at him in shock and pulled his bloody paw away. He muttered some sort of apology but Gunner couldn’t hear it between the sound of the humans and the blood pouring into his only good ear.

Suddenly, the lion met his gaze and whispered fiercely, “There are rumors of cats who live outside of the city in freedom. They don’t have to kill to survive.” The lion continued speaking for a moment. That was the first time Gunner had heard of these cats, and the last time he would ever think killing every day was an acceptable lifestyle.

The lion leaped off him and into the crowd of guards right before Gunner passed out completely.

This reference in under constant construction. It will keep changing as the character keeps developing.

For

Gunner c) me