like i should . hebi's storage

[J. ADALGAR]

You remember the f i r e

You remember the h u r t

you do not remember your retaliation

You do not ponder the violence in your skin more than a tool to hunt, and live.

War could be brewing, and you would make the enemy apology sweets as they went home stumbling with broken teeth.

Maybe you remember it all

And maybe, it doesn't matter.

[J. ADALGAR]

name;; hebi adalgar

physical age;; three years
creation date;; sep 20. 2015
ageing scheme;; one moon every 50 posts

sex;; male
preferred gender;; he/they
sexuality;; gay af

powers;; none

child to;;
-npc x npc
father to;;
-adopted;; blas, fenris, hel, jotin
ally to;; [table][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table]
-Peaceful nomad
-considers everyone an ally unless proven otherwise
-Clan home decide clan standings

[J. ADALGAR]

personality

+ | kind ; mild ; snarky ; driven
0 | alert ; protective ; aloof
- | distant ; fickle ; addict ; relentless

tv tropes // height angst // big brother instict // papa wolf // aloof ally // predator turned protector // beware the nice ones // tranquil fury // blinded by rage // reformed, not tamed // affably evil

hebi , despite namesake is not a snake. He is impeccably kind and attempts to see the best in everyone. He has a mild personality, and doesn't mind blending in the background; in fact, he prefers it. He doesn't like attention from others and tends to avoid groups. Not necessarily because he is unsocial, but he is unsure how to interact in most situations and comes off as gruff.

While generally friendly and kind, he is not necessarily honest. In fact, actually very secretive. behind his kindness and gentle gruff nature hides another face. Very fickle with boosts of apathy. When he is on the bedside of a drug, he can be insistent, snappish and shallowly rude. looking for his next fix he has an very addictive personality and can become quickly a toxic person given the right moods, and: what time you catch him.

* warning;; hebi has an addictive personality. while he is not only an addict, and i will not overuse this trope, interaction with hebi may have slight hints of the darker sides of addiction.
*i am in no way an addict or an expert on addiction, but i have been with others who have suffered from mild addictions. If you ever feel uncomfortable, feel free to PM me here or on my main [member=217]Wisker[/member] to "tone it down" a notch. i understand people may find this character triggering at some points in his plots, and i want everyone to feel comfortable.

[J. ADALGAR]

physical

Hebi was born into his current form, for the remnants of his life he had no desire for another form. He grew up into this form. Once was just a small ball of ruby fuzz morphed into a darker shade as he grey up. hebi's skin is a dark red- almost maroon in color, but due to his Melanism the panther is left with thick black fur. His fur is soft, long and thick. hebi was built for jungle weather but he grey up in a colder climate and hasn't been able to shed his winter coat since the spring.

Metaphorically, he is built like a tank. Strong and sturdy- the male is known for his knack for overwhelming his opponents with his brute force. His claws are larger than normal, a manipulated gene in his favor. After 12 moons hebi's claws now cannot be unsheathed, and are left curled outside his paws. His likes to run them through bark and soft stones.to keep them sort and sharpened, enough so that sometimes- even his claws can cut stone

hebi's eyes are odd in the way that they are a natural grey. Once a pale blue now grown into a light silver that shifts in shades of grey depending on his mood. When the panther cries it's easy to tell because his eyes return to the vibrant shade of blue they once were. If someone looked close enough they might find flecks of the sky tone still remain. However hard they are to see. When his eyes take a different color other than grey you better watch out- it is possible that you might find yourself on the other side of his claws.

hebi's is slightly shorter than normal panthers his age. He finds it hard to look up at someone and is usually found looking off when talking to someone due to it. Large beautiful feathered wings strike out from just under his shoulder blades. They function well and are actually quite large. Making up 3/4th of his length from tail-tip to nose for once wing each. With his wings he is very bird like, he will preening his feathers every day- if not twice a day. They fluff up when his ins duress or great comfort and he often finds himself laying on one of the limbs when it comes time for a nap. They due tend to get stiff if they are not in use and he stretches them out often when talking with clan mates to keep them from such.

hebi's tail was cut off during one of his first captures and as such his body has modified to help take care of that. Feathers sprout from his joints on his legs. They flare up during flight to help keep his balance. Yet in battle the panther can't be out sped, he can get lost if the opponent decides to flee. while he has stamina to remain in battle until the very end it is often that he cannot outpace an opponent on solid land, due to his lack of balance.

accessories ;; tooth necklace, full of canines : a gemstone glued and wrapped with twine : a crumbling diary in code : fallen snake teeth : a full coil of snakeskin that is white in color : lots of amber and jade , some of them sharpened to blades or spear ends : a knitted tan scarf : a leather bound bunch of collected tails , it's well maintained .

art:

most crrent / made by copper on feralfront

old art - x - x - x - x - x - x

[J. ADALGAR]

history

He was part of a group of exiles, joined with his brother, his first “clan” was of those exiled from others. He was raised into it, war, torture, death were par the course. Getting captured and living were a marker for being stubborn. Capturing and putting on open displays of mercilessness gained you a reputation. Killing was seen as a mercy, in his old home. It wasn’t long before the entire civilization of exiles fell apart. Which left to hebi to become a loner again, this time without his family; brother; father.

His history with the clans were mis-matched and hodge-podge. Mostly a blur for him: he never considered himself a loner, a nomad, but still the title stuck to the exile like glue.