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Post by DAKOTA ! on Dec 3, 2008 22:44:43 GMT -5
 N A M E ++ dakota
A G E ++ four years
S E X ++ male
P E R S O N A L I T Y ++ ever the cynical beast, kota remains the clever, shifty tiger he was born as. he dons his frustratingly enigmatic behaviors with a proud heart, and does all he can to intensify the palpable, haunting aura of mystery in which he carries with him at all times. for all the emotion he is known to show, the tiger could have well been made out of stone and it's probable no one would be able to tell the difference. he practically has copyrighted the cold, distant expression in which dominates his features, and will almost never let any friendship cloud his reasoning, much less allow any young fae to hold his heart. this makes socializing rather hard for him, to put it lightly. at any rate, his arrogant and often narcissistic manners, being devoid of any form of politeness or civility, has gotten him into many a brawl over the last few years. numerous, yet faded scars that lace his snout are a testament to this, though the young brute has paid no mind and continues on with his blatantly rude behaviors.
through this, however, lies a good and pure heart. devotion and kindness lay within the bowels of his soul (however deep it may be) and the young lady lucky enough to wrestle past the many barriers surrounding his true persona will be rewarded enough, indeed. he takes after his father in this aspect; with a stoic expression and cold remarks, he endures his life and walks the earth, hiding the true feelings in which broil inside his very being. this is how it has been for many long months, and surely-- no, without a doubt-- that is how it shall remain.
A P P E A R E N C E ++ kota is a canvas of soft shades of pearl and cream that blend gently into notes of silver in which glimmer like white gold in his coat. excessively unusual, the pale hue is ever the attention-grabber. lustrous ivory surrounds his eyes and mug, tainted lightly with a pastel pink. haphazard, jagged stripes riddle his tall frame, one not looking quite the same as the next. they are colored a faded, chocolate color, though still remain sharp and defined against the snowy tapestry of his white body.
thickly structured and noble, his skull supports two rounded ears that sit atop his head like small ovals. colored a swarthy onyx, his ears hold two distinct white spots that seem to blink and stare like ghostly, unseeing eyes.
dakota's eyes are rather remarkable, to say the least. a cold, iced azure, they sit like blue agate marbles on the snowy plains of his wide face. clean of emotion and as dead as any stagnant pond, they remain merely glass orbs in which to see; they convey almost no emotion, and are enough to unsettle and intimidate the hardiest of creatures.
a tiger of an extensively stocky physique, kota's large, burly form could rarely described as delicate, though he processes a fluid grace reminiscent of water trickling through cold rocks; a haughty slink in which is naturally inherited by all felines. tendons wrap like vines around his hulking limbs; tall and lean, his strength is great, though hardly unmatched.
P I C T U R E S ++ x x x x
H I S T O R Y ++ oh, you're quite the joker. do you really think that i would ever let a stranger listen to the stories of my past? you have my sympathy, for surely you must have taken leave to your senses. stop wasting your time; the horrific and gruesome tales of my history shall never enter your ears. if you truly are a sane beast, than that of which i have experienced will surely send you into madness. as entertaining as that sounds to watch, i've got better things to do than watch you claw at your ears in an attempt to stop the flow of words from my mouth. for this, i will not tell you of my past.
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