Lo'kuh

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Name:

Lo'kuh Sintrik

Nickname(s):

Lo, Sin, Kuh, Trik, Cat

Age he appears:

Twenty-seven

Age he is:

Two hundred and seventeen

Date of Birth:

October 31st

Sexuality:

Straight


Breed:

Mammalian Shapeshifter - Snow leopard


Abilities:

Swift


Loyalty:

Whichever gives him more benefits


Status/Occupation:

Keeper of Shapeshifter Island

Appearance:

Human Form

He has a slight resemblance to his true form. His hair, shaggy and down to his chin, is a light grey, with several streaks of black on brown. His skin is a lighter shade of fair, yet not quite ivory. And his eyes, much like that in his true from, are a dark brown with golden lighting. He stands roughly about 5'6", and weighs about 167 pounds. He sticks to mostly dark colored clothes - blacks, dark blues, and the occasional dark red, though most designs are of the red coloring. His jeans are always somewhat loose, though he wears a belt as well. His boots are black, and he wears a black trench coat, even in the middle of the summer. He wears gloves, though his fingers still show, and around his neck is a silver-plated necklace in the shape of a bobcat.


True form

He appears to look like the average snow leopard in his natural form. Standing at about two feet at the shoulders, and weighing roughly ninety-seven pounds, his fur is the one thing that makes him stand out. A soft grey, with blotches of black and darker grey mixed in with the pelt. His tail and paws are thick with extra fur, giving him a slightly more shaggy look in his human form. His eyes are a dark brown hue, with slight golden rimming.


Personality:

*Anger is the main trait that stands out in Marlboro. It's not his fault he's this way. It was the way he was raised. To be a fighter, and to hate everything and everyone that crossed his path.

*Bi-polar is another main issue of this canine. One moment he'll be a little more friendly than normal, and in the blink of an eye, he could be at your throat for really no reason at all.

*Quick He's light on his feet, and has a way of getting things done with ease and quickness.

*Dare-devil He's not afraid of a challenge, and won't turn his back on one, even if it proves to be beyond dangerous. He'll tip toe across narrow ledges, and jump in front of a semi going 80 down a highway.

*Outspoken He's not afraid to hold his tongue on any subject or matter. He will tell you how he feels, even if it hurts your feelings. Don't ask his opinion, you'll get whats coming to ya, whether you like it or not.



History:

He was born to two, a mother and a father. Born as an only child within the loft they called home. It was a small place, where the ground was covered with pine needles, and hay, and the walls were like rock, and the decorations were hand-crafted. It was a place, set in the darker parts of Shapeshifter island, where they couldn't be found even if they wanted to be. He was born an only child, and at first, everything seemed to be quite fine.

He was treated like any child could asked to be treated. With love and care, and the warmth and shelter of parents. But that was when he was a youngin. As he grew older, things seemed to grow worse for the beast. His parents started drifting apart from their responsibilities, and stopped taking care of the child - forcing him to fend his own. Which, after he got older, he didn't mind.

Though, during his growing up stages, things changed his personality, and the way he saw others. He was always alone - no friends, or anything. And had actually developed an alter ego - in which term, became best friends with himself, and was seen talking to himself quite frequently - at night, during the day, and everything else.

In the end, his parents had booted him from the house, and left him out on his own - in which turn, he started stalking the edges of the island - still talking to his alter ego, that he had name No'que. Growing older, and learning the routes of the island - and going about them nonstop, he grew to know everything about the island - up, down, backwards, and forwards, and though if no one else had dubbed him as thee, he saw himself as a keeper.

{{My history sucks xD}}


Roleplay Sample:


It was the previous evening when the pooch had fallen asleep, after a rather long, weary day of wandering about the island with nothing to do but get lost in thought, and possibly lost in reality as well. He had, though rather than getting lost, fallen weak at the end of the boat dock, around Alcatraz. It was cool enough, with the cool breezes swarming in from the sea, that the pooch had actually managed to fall asleep where he laid.

But now, it was changing. The night was becoming day, and the sun was rising above the ocean, making everything that was cool, much hotter than the evening. And it made everything brighter. With the rays peeking over the horizon, and shining its light on the sleeping pooch, a growl came from his throat, followed by a stretch.

His eyes blinked open as he adjusted to the blinding light that was now surrounding him and the dock. There was nothing worse than being woken from a deep sleep by the blinding sun. "What a wonderful place to fall asleep..." he said in a sarcastic tone as he rolled over from off his back and on to his paws.

But he was drained. Drained from his previous journeys, and the previous days of wandering aimlessly around. He couldn't manage to push himself forward, and decided to settle back on to his tummy, his paws hanging over the edge of the dock. He glanced around, his dark brown eyes gazing over the scenery - the area behind him, and the sea in front of him. There was no other sign of dogs around, which made him feel comfortable, but as well as lonely. A soft sigh escaped past his muzzle as he looked over the ocean, watching as the water rippled, and waves flowed in.