zenith { loner { wip
Aug 22, 2015 4:33:43 GMT -6
Post by zoe on Aug 22, 2015 4:33:43 GMT -6
Z E N I T H
MALE ● 41 moons ● CLANLESS ● UNFETTERED
handsome grey tom with black brindles, eyes of moonshine
A P P E A R A N C E
Zenith is all charcoal and bone, arachnid-legged and svelte as a windswept monolith. He was made for speed and adrenaline, to feel the zephyrs coursing his fur as his eyes are alight with the instincts of the chase. A nomadic man, never rooting himself in a stationary state, ready to move at a short moments' notice. His years of solitude has shown in his frame of sinew and his bedraggled pelt, tousled by wind and untouched by harsh mouths. Unlike the clan cats, he has an almost gaunt appearance, with high cheekbones and inclined eyes that accentuate his exotic brindles. His is a story of monochrome, a platinum smoothly overlaying the whisper of alabaster undercoat, shadowed by sterling near the onyx stripes which dance their way across his lean body, too irregular to be called stripes yet too neat to be called swirls of colour. He is a man of marble, a tarnished statue in the mist of the graveyards with faltering, supple curves and visage peaked by sharp planes. His eyes are a pop of citron among the ashes of his hide; twin points of pale fire lined by thick obsidian, and with a smooth, gentle voice, he speaks.
Zenith is all charcoal and bone, arachnid-legged and svelte as a windswept monolith. He was made for speed and adrenaline, to feel the zephyrs coursing his fur as his eyes are alight with the instincts of the chase. A nomadic man, never rooting himself in a stationary state, ready to move at a short moments' notice. His years of solitude has shown in his frame of sinew and his bedraggled pelt, tousled by wind and untouched by harsh mouths. Unlike the clan cats, he has an almost gaunt appearance, with high cheekbones and inclined eyes that accentuate his exotic brindles. His is a story of monochrome, a platinum smoothly overlaying the whisper of alabaster undercoat, shadowed by sterling near the onyx stripes which dance their way across his lean body, too irregular to be called stripes yet too neat to be called swirls of colour. He is a man of marble, a tarnished statue in the mist of the graveyards with faltering, supple curves and visage peaked by sharp planes. His eyes are a pop of citron among the ashes of his hide; twin points of pale fire lined by thick obsidian, and with a smooth, gentle voice, he speaks.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
A daydreamer, with euphoric mannerisms and candy floss blessings. Almost delicate, a fragility that speaks of feminine porcelain. He is overall docile, yet somewhat unsettling, with the gleam of distant wanderings in his eyes that leaves one feeling detached. A polite facade with crisp words and light humour, with none of the raucousness that most males resume. The man is a star-watcher, head often inclined to enjoy the gleam of the moon at its zenith, or the oblong of failing stars receding at daybreak. He does not immerse himself with socialisation; instead, he is a recluse, seeking the heavenly bodies overhead as company and the birdsong to fill the silence that hangs so heavily about him. An uncertain smile is clad over his lips, eyes hooded in deep thought. Zenith rarely exposes his feelings to another; you might think he is saving himself for a special someone, yet that is not it either. The man is eloquent with a poetic tongue, and is devout to his own religion, happy to teach others. He indulges himself among the star-crossed fates and the whisperings of his idols, yet he does not lionise his religion. Zenith welcomes the idea of other cat, clanless and clan cats alike, although he is vaguely dismissive to them.
A daydreamer, with euphoric mannerisms and candy floss blessings. Almost delicate, a fragility that speaks of feminine porcelain. He is overall docile, yet somewhat unsettling, with the gleam of distant wanderings in his eyes that leaves one feeling detached. A polite facade with crisp words and light humour, with none of the raucousness that most males resume. The man is a star-watcher, head often inclined to enjoy the gleam of the moon at its zenith, or the oblong of failing stars receding at daybreak. He does not immerse himself with socialisation; instead, he is a recluse, seeking the heavenly bodies overhead as company and the birdsong to fill the silence that hangs so heavily about him. An uncertain smile is clad over his lips, eyes hooded in deep thought. Zenith rarely exposes his feelings to another; you might think he is saving himself for a special someone, yet that is not it either. The man is eloquent with a poetic tongue, and is devout to his own religion, happy to teach others. He indulges himself among the star-crossed fates and the whisperings of his idols, yet he does not lionise his religion. Zenith welcomes the idea of other cat, clanless and clan cats alike, although he is vaguely dismissive to them.
H I S T O R Y
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