Post by Flint on Sept 30, 2006 14:20:40 GMT -5
Name:Flint
Race: Winged Snow Leopard
Age: 68, and still a young adult.
Gender: Male
Traits: Flint has very subtle ice abilities, such as the following:
~If he were to breath on you, you would suddenly go very cold. His breath comes silvery, like fog, even in the hottest of deserts. A Fire breather or a creature of the sort would think it was just a chilly breeze- another may be impacted hugely, but rarely it proves leathal- mostly to an sick or injured animal.
~Flint's fur is cold to the extent that it burns faintly, like an icy fire. Many female cats he has incountered think this proves unsettling if curled up against, and has been left alone many times- mostly scaring them off with the intensity of his chilled pelt.
~He survives in the most extreme cold conditions, even if he were'nt to have the thick and furry coat of his, the essense of his power keeps him satisfied.
Path: Light
Appearance: Flint is a huge cat, with slab-like muscles on his shoulders and haunches. His robins egg blue eyes glow magesticly in light, sometimes glinting at the expectation of a hunt. Serrated claws and teeth take the place of the sharpest human weapon ever made, his two front canines jutting out from his upper lip. A furry tail brushes the ground, darker than midnight in comparision to his pearly white fur. His wings are immense, for they must to carry his form in flight. They sport breathtakingly white feathers made of hollow ivory that rattles faintly in the breeze. Dark circles splatter his hide, marking him a true leapard and making it almost impossible for him to be seen in his natural surrondings.
He usually carries himself with an authoritative stance, thrusting his chest out and taking high, graceful steps that would put a ballerina to shame. When hunting, he is like a diffrent cat- a sleek, leathal predator that moves like the whisper in the wind, or the crunch under your paws as you step.
Race: Winged Snow Leopard
Age: 68, and still a young adult.
Gender: Male
Traits: Flint has very subtle ice abilities, such as the following:
~If he were to breath on you, you would suddenly go very cold. His breath comes silvery, like fog, even in the hottest of deserts. A Fire breather or a creature of the sort would think it was just a chilly breeze- another may be impacted hugely, but rarely it proves leathal- mostly to an sick or injured animal.
~Flint's fur is cold to the extent that it burns faintly, like an icy fire. Many female cats he has incountered think this proves unsettling if curled up against, and has been left alone many times- mostly scaring them off with the intensity of his chilled pelt.
~He survives in the most extreme cold conditions, even if he were'nt to have the thick and furry coat of his, the essense of his power keeps him satisfied.
Path: Light
Appearance: Flint is a huge cat, with slab-like muscles on his shoulders and haunches. His robins egg blue eyes glow magesticly in light, sometimes glinting at the expectation of a hunt. Serrated claws and teeth take the place of the sharpest human weapon ever made, his two front canines jutting out from his upper lip. A furry tail brushes the ground, darker than midnight in comparision to his pearly white fur. His wings are immense, for they must to carry his form in flight. They sport breathtakingly white feathers made of hollow ivory that rattles faintly in the breeze. Dark circles splatter his hide, marking him a true leapard and making it almost impossible for him to be seen in his natural surrondings.
He usually carries himself with an authoritative stance, thrusting his chest out and taking high, graceful steps that would put a ballerina to shame. When hunting, he is like a diffrent cat- a sleek, leathal predator that moves like the whisper in the wind, or the crunch under your paws as you step.