01-10-2019, 02:21 AM
NAME: Thorn.
AGE: Young adult. Between 3 to 4 years old.
GENDER: Unknown. They/them. Perisex AMAB.
ORIENTATION: What is love? (Baby, don't hurt me).
RANK & ALLIANCE: Sunbearer [NP] of Sunhaven.
SPECIES: Siberian tiger.
APPEARANCE: The first thing you'll notice about Thorn is that they lack the orange fur and black stripes typical of their species. Instead, they boast a burnished golden coat that is equal parts honey and metal, vined with darker bronze streaks. The absence of black allows prominence to the shining white of their underfur. Their eyes glow with the blue of the sky; depending on the light, they may shade closer to summer or winter.
Thorn is tall, even for their kind, towering over all but the largest of creatures. They sport a sinewy, supple build that draws the eye with its subconscious grace—and not only that. At once handsome and beautiful, their exceptional form attracts many like moths to a light. Their body is unblemished, as though new.
FACE & VOICE CLAIM: Cody Fern as Michael Langdon in American Horror Story: Apocalypse.
PERSONALITY: If one were to ask Thorn who they are, they couldn't give an answer except for "I don't know." Try as they might, they remember nothing of their life before waking up, alone and shivering, with the word "thorn" on their lips. It's not hard to see how much this upsets them. There is a lock on their memories, and they don't have the key.
Such a lack of knowledge and experience makes them seem almost a child; their hypersensitivity and wide-eyed earnest and only adds to the image. Social graces and intricacies fly over their head, and their mindset is easily influenced and startlingly simplistic. Everything is black or white, with no room for grey in between. They're clingy, too, and hate being by themself; those with patience may find it endearing, but others less so.
An identity crisis is bad enough, but constructing a sense of self from scratch is a whole 'nother level. Learning what they like and what they don't consumes much of Thorn's time and energy, as well as does clumsily mirroring the people around them. Sometimes this gets them into trouble: as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, and imitation isn't always seen as flattery. Thorn is an open book, begging to be written in; everything they think or feel is scrawled across their features, and they don't have the self-control to rein their flyaway emotions in.
AGE: Young adult. Between 3 to 4 years old.
GENDER: Unknown. They/them. Perisex AMAB.
ORIENTATION: What is love? (Baby, don't hurt me).
RANK & ALLIANCE: Sunbearer [NP] of Sunhaven.
SPECIES: Siberian tiger.
APPEARANCE: The first thing you'll notice about Thorn is that they lack the orange fur and black stripes typical of their species. Instead, they boast a burnished golden coat that is equal parts honey and metal, vined with darker bronze streaks. The absence of black allows prominence to the shining white of their underfur. Their eyes glow with the blue of the sky; depending on the light, they may shade closer to summer or winter.
Thorn is tall, even for their kind, towering over all but the largest of creatures. They sport a sinewy, supple build that draws the eye with its subconscious grace—and not only that. At once handsome and beautiful, their exceptional form attracts many like moths to a light. Their body is unblemished, as though new.
FACE & VOICE CLAIM: Cody Fern as Michael Langdon in American Horror Story: Apocalypse.
PERSONALITY: If one were to ask Thorn who they are, they couldn't give an answer except for "I don't know." Try as they might, they remember nothing of their life before waking up, alone and shivering, with the word "thorn" on their lips. It's not hard to see how much this upsets them. There is a lock on their memories, and they don't have the key.
Such a lack of knowledge and experience makes them seem almost a child; their hypersensitivity and wide-eyed earnest and only adds to the image. Social graces and intricacies fly over their head, and their mindset is easily influenced and startlingly simplistic. Everything is black or white, with no room for grey in between. They're clingy, too, and hate being by themself; those with patience may find it endearing, but others less so.
An identity crisis is bad enough, but constructing a sense of self from scratch is a whole 'nother level. Learning what they like and what they don't consumes much of Thorn's time and energy, as well as does clumsily mirroring the people around them. Sometimes this gets them into trouble: as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, and imitation isn't always seen as flattery. Thorn is an open book, begging to be written in; everything they think or feel is scrawled across their features, and they don't have the self-control to rein their flyaway emotions in.