Tormund - Genderless - Lacihparg

[Meesh]

GENDER, none
SPECIES, aboriginal feline

APPEARANCE, Its fur ranges from russet to brick red, with smatterings of every other shade of red and brown all over its coat in a wild mix of colors that give it a festive appearance. Like the color, the fur itself is long and wild, often getting ruffled or tangled up. An extra long swathe of hair over its face sometimes makes it a tad difficult to see properly, and it often has to squint through the tangle of fur or sweep the longer fur out of its bright green eyes. Oddly enough, it's hind left paw is lacking a single toe, but this does not seem to impede its movement in any way.

---

If you would like to claim this character, please respond with the following short form:

[size=1][blockquote][blockquote][blockquote][b]NAME[/b],

[b]PERSONALITY[/b], (150+ words)[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

After a staff accepts a character biography, they will create an"alter" profile for that character that only the creator of the character will have access to. This will allow you to create posts under that character's name in IC boards by using the drop down menu to the left of the "submit" button. Please remember to post under the correct alter when replying to threads IC.

[Deleted]

Tormund,

PERSONALITY, Tormund feels out of place in this world, as if something separates it from the rest of the creatures in the false world besides a missing toe. It prefers solitude to the company of others, but simply because the others make it feel different. They are defined. They have their place in the world, but it does not, and for that it feels lost. It will not make friends easily, as it is bitter towards the other creatures before they even meet. It will be courteous, but every word will have a double meaning, some slight jealousy delivered with every sentence uttered.

It is bitter about almost everything. Tormund could almost be called depressed, but it senses that life is not something to be easily thrown away. It keeps searching for some meaning, driven by a hope it cannot voice to others. This search drives it far and wide, and as such it is a nomad, not staying in any one place for any long time. It seeks and searches, looking for an answer to a question it does not know.

Its only pride comes from its coat. It keeps the fur immaculate, fighting every speck of dirt and stubborn tuft with a deft swipe of its tongue. It takes pride in its long fur, defeating tangles and knots in daily battles. Sometimes it even prefers the longer fur over its bright eyes, to hide itself from the world and watch, unseen.