Post by Cylic Flametail on Sept 24, 2010 17:39:55 GMT -5
Name: Cylic Flametail
Gender: Male
Age: 96 Seasons (24 Years)
Species: Red Fox
Personality: Cylic is a very sly and sneaky figure. He prefers to plan things out before attacking, unlike most other warlords. He is a master of persuassion and is able to bend most people to his will easily using a combination of flattery, lies and trickery.
Cylic is extremely greedy and will do anything for power, even disregard his friends. He doesn't care who he steps on, as long as he uses them as a lift to get to the top.
Appearance: Cylic is a sleak-furred Red Fox. His two front paws are white, whereas the rest of his body, excluding the tips of his tail and muzzle are completely red. He has one amber-golden eye that takes in all of his surroundings whilst the other eye is scarred and blind from a fight.
He wears black armour that leaves on his paws, head and tail unprotected. He also wears large black boots to protect his back paws.
Allegiance: Vermin
Weapons: The claws on Cylic's forepaws are alot longer and sharped than the average fox's, about 6 inches, and he can retract them. They can slice through all woods, most metals and some stones.
Position: Warlord
History: Cylic was left in the care of his grandmother when his parents died, just eight days after he was born. His grandmother raised him to be proud and never forget who he was. He was a Flametail. She raised him telling him stories of the Great Warlords of the past that had lead the armies of the Vermin and he used to dream at night of leading those same armies into those same battles.
At 60 Seasons (15 Years) he joined the Vermin army and within a week was under the command of a well known Warlord, a Wildcat by the name of Hvaar Sharpfang. Hvaar took a liking to Cylic and promoted him within two seasons, placing him just underneath himself in his army, it was at this point in his life that Cylic discovered two of his most important qualities. His lust for power and his ability to twist people to his own will using words.
When Cylic was 64 Seasons Old, Hvaar took him and a large number of soldiers to a recently discovered island said to have a Squirrel Tribe on it. The plan was simple, Hvaar would take one ship and Cylic would take another, both of them with their own animals under their command.
The plan went wrong though and Hvaar's animals reached the tribe before Cylic's and when Cylic and his soldiers arrived, Hvaar was already dead. Being the next-in-command, Cylic became automatically Warlord to the remaining soldiers and they overcame the squirrels quickly, killing most of them in the process and capturing the others as slaves. During the battle, Cylic's left eye was slashed and he lost sight in it for ever.
A couple of years passed and the squirrels escaped. Furious and seeing it as a sign of his incompitence, Cyliv set off after the squirrels with his army and tracked them down. He found the dead bodies of fourteen squirrels, he wasn't sure what had killed them, he didn't care either. All that mattered was finding the last squirrel and making sure it joined its friends.
RP Sample:
Gender: Male
Age: 96 Seasons (24 Years)
Species: Red Fox
Personality: Cylic is a very sly and sneaky figure. He prefers to plan things out before attacking, unlike most other warlords. He is a master of persuassion and is able to bend most people to his will easily using a combination of flattery, lies and trickery.
Cylic is extremely greedy and will do anything for power, even disregard his friends. He doesn't care who he steps on, as long as he uses them as a lift to get to the top.
Appearance: Cylic is a sleak-furred Red Fox. His two front paws are white, whereas the rest of his body, excluding the tips of his tail and muzzle are completely red. He has one amber-golden eye that takes in all of his surroundings whilst the other eye is scarred and blind from a fight.
He wears black armour that leaves on his paws, head and tail unprotected. He also wears large black boots to protect his back paws.
Allegiance: Vermin
Weapons: The claws on Cylic's forepaws are alot longer and sharped than the average fox's, about 6 inches, and he can retract them. They can slice through all woods, most metals and some stones.
Position: Warlord
History: Cylic was left in the care of his grandmother when his parents died, just eight days after he was born. His grandmother raised him to be proud and never forget who he was. He was a Flametail. She raised him telling him stories of the Great Warlords of the past that had lead the armies of the Vermin and he used to dream at night of leading those same armies into those same battles.
At 60 Seasons (15 Years) he joined the Vermin army and within a week was under the command of a well known Warlord, a Wildcat by the name of Hvaar Sharpfang. Hvaar took a liking to Cylic and promoted him within two seasons, placing him just underneath himself in his army, it was at this point in his life that Cylic discovered two of his most important qualities. His lust for power and his ability to twist people to his own will using words.
When Cylic was 64 Seasons Old, Hvaar took him and a large number of soldiers to a recently discovered island said to have a Squirrel Tribe on it. The plan was simple, Hvaar would take one ship and Cylic would take another, both of them with their own animals under their command.
The plan went wrong though and Hvaar's animals reached the tribe before Cylic's and when Cylic and his soldiers arrived, Hvaar was already dead. Being the next-in-command, Cylic became automatically Warlord to the remaining soldiers and they overcame the squirrels quickly, killing most of them in the process and capturing the others as slaves. During the battle, Cylic's left eye was slashed and he lost sight in it for ever.
A couple of years passed and the squirrels escaped. Furious and seeing it as a sign of his incompitence, Cyliv set off after the squirrels with his army and tracked them down. He found the dead bodies of fourteen squirrels, he wasn't sure what had killed them, he didn't care either. All that mattered was finding the last squirrel and making sure it joined its friends.
RP Sample:
Cylic bent down and examined the floor, there were little tracks in the ground, most people wouldn't notice them, but his amber-golden eye was used to scanning the ground for things most animals would miss. He caught a sent and looked up. There.
He stepped forward and pulled a small clump of fur from a thorn... Definately squirrel, and not so long ripped out by the look of it...
"Go back and collect the others. We will find this squirrel and kill it." Cylic barked at the soldiers behind him without looking back, then started walking forward. "I will be waiting."
He stepped forward and pulled a small clump of fur from a thorn... Definately squirrel, and not so long ripped out by the look of it...
"Go back and collect the others. We will find this squirrel and kill it." Cylic barked at the soldiers behind him without looking back, then started walking forward. "I will be waiting."
