Post by Terran Grant on Aug 22, 2010 22:06:21 GMT -5
Beast Character Application Information
About The Maker::
Your Name:: Blank Blank (So says my email account)
Your Age:: 21
How Long Have you been Rping:: Too long to remember; somewhere around 6 or 7 years.
How Did You Find Us:: The advertisement thread on The Bleach Alliance.
Tell us about you:: Generally emotionally flat and unexpressive, but not a particularly serious person. I haven’t gone a day without joking about something.
_____________________________________________________
Here in the shadows, I'm safe
I'm free
Name:: Terran Grant
Age:: 28
Date Of Birth:: April 12th
Where you were born:: A patch of Grasslands, far, far away.
What animal are you:: Maned Wolf // Red Fox On Stilts
_____________________________________________________
I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Appearance:: Link to the picture.
((I generally don’t like to yank artwork but since the rules said I should, here it is. Obviously I don’t own the rights to the artwork, FMA, Hohenheim etc. etc.))
Terran’s human form appears to be a somewhat aged (but not too old) human male, measuring in at roughly 6’1”. His hair is long and blonde (often worn back in a pony-tail, but mostly only when he wants to look serious) and his eyes are brown. Not much of his body is very visible beyond head and neck. In place of a visible chin he has a beard (which is partially to blame for why he looks older than he really is). His facial structure seems to most closely identify with Germanic heritage. Regardless of how light his form is for its size, he actually appears fairly well built, despite how his arms and legs seem to be a bit longer and thinner (around the ankles and wrists) than they should be.
Height:: 6’1”
Weight:: 160 lbs (Heavy for a wolf?)
Eye Color:: Brown
Normal Attire:: Generally the most bland or average looking clothes you can imagine. He seems to wear whatever looks “the most normal” for a given area, which usually means a brown business suit looking number, or (for colder weather) a brown long-coat. That’s not all that he wears, just what he wears most often. He also seems to wear a tie for some reason.
True form:: Link to the picture.
His true form is that of a Red Fox on Stilts, or as it’s more commonly known, a Maned Wolf. (As a note, it is neither a fox nor a wolf and has no closely related Canids, and in fact it is its own genus.) He stands at a height and size that could only be called ‘large’ for a Maned wolf. His fur, like most Maned Wolves, is a mix of red and black, with the black fur concentrated mostly around his mane, ears, mouth and legs. Also of note might be the splotches of white fur on his tail and lower jaw.
Physical attributes:: Exceedingly fast, even among wolves, perhaps due to his larger stride. One might call him just as skilled at running away as he is at chasing someone (or something) down. Though he is not weak, what strength he does have seems to allow him to carry a full-grown human without slowing to a crawl, even while running. That is to say, he’s strong, but not that strong, and it only really shows itself in his ability to carry weight.
_____________________________________________________
I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Personality::A thief, a pickpocket, a burglar, a thug, a con-artist… he’s earned just about every criminal title human society has short of murderer, serial killer and rapist (having not earned the latter for obvious reasons). For an animal he’s perhaps a little too comfortable with humans, seemingly bearing them no ill-will at all. In many ways one might say he acts more human than canid. An interesting trait? He shares the human concept of money, and likes it. Unlike many animals, he doesn’t do a job for scraps of food, but instead for money so he can buy his own food, which is part of the reason why he’s taken on so many jobs only associated with human needs/desires. Of course when one considers that he’s lived most of his life around humans this might not be such a surprise. Perhaps something interesting to note; he shares the human concern for cleanliness and does, indeed, bathe.
His criminal hands (or paws as the case may be) are actually quite practiced, even for humans. He can steal just about anything from wallets to museum pieces and usually succeeds. However, despite what hunting and stealthy skills he does have, he often trips an alarm during his escape from a more complicated job (like a museum or a bank-robbery) often leading to a dangerous, if not comedic, chase wherein he flees from police, security and guard-robots.
On a more social level, he seems fairly generous, often helping those who need help (sometimes for free, but he charges those that can pay for his services). However he does seem to have an extreme distaste for upper-class members of human society, and seems to paint them as targets for most of his criminal antics. One might call him a modern-day Robin Hood if it weren’t for the fact he likes to keep most of what he “earns” to himself.
When he’s not in con-mode though he seems pretty friendly to humans or animals and even hunters (when they’re not trying to kill/capture him that is); he really doesn’t discriminate. Despite how serious his face often appears, he’s a major joker and has nothing if not a sense of humor. Adults might call him a spaz given his habit of using ridiculous gestures simply for no reason other than the fact that they’re ridiculous gestures (case in point, he likes to do what he calls “the cactus dance,” wherein he stands on one leg and bends his other appendages at 90 degree angles and hops around).
One might even describe him as nearly the exact opposite of what one would expect of a Maned Wolf.
History:: In a place where the word “Hunter” still meant someone who killed for food, rather than reward, Terran was born. He never really knew his parents, apparently they were killed shortly after he and the rest of his four siblings were born (all pups from the same litter of course). Maned wolves are a fast growing and isolated bunch, they rarely meet and are extremely territorial, but for some reason these five pups stuck together for a short time, but then when food went scarce they separated, thinking it’d be easier if they did what all Maned Wolves do and claimed their own territory. Whether it worked well for the other pups or not is hard to say, since he never saw them again; but it certainly didn’t work that well for Terran (and no, that wasn’t the name he had from birth).
It only took a few months before he was alone, hungry and totally isolated. Sometimes he would go for days without something to eat, getting weaker with each passing hour on his feet until eventually he passed out. When he woke up he found a strange object he’d never seen before pointing straight at him; it was long and black, and connected to it was a giant shadow staring down at him. His eyes closed again, but they quickly snapped open a few hours later when he could smell food (which he ravenously tore into). When he realized his surroundings, he found himself in quite the strange place; it had wooden walls but was not a forest, nor did it look like any tree he’d ever seen.
What was it you ask? Well it was a wooden cabin. A hunter’s cabin in fact. As Terran soon learned apparently some creature most animals knew as a “Human” had taken pity on him and offered him food and water.
A few years later and he was living with the man as his hunting dog (Terran was what the hunter called him, and Grant was the name of the hunter). Somehow Grant was fortunate enough to know of ways to attain food that Terran did not. It was a good team they had going; Terran would sniff out prey and Grant would take them down (not to mention Terran’s ability to find edible plants and vegetables, and Grant’s ability to cook them into something tasty).
All good things come to an end though; eventually there was almost no food for miles and like any good predators did, they had to go where the food was. Apparently there was food in a human creation called a city. Grant, having been a hunter all his life, had almost no work skills to attain a job like a banker, investor or any other such thing – he only knew how to hunt. And that was what they did here too, but they didn’t hunt for food, this time they hunted for money.
Apparently the “nobles” as Grant and other humans called them offered something called “money” in return for capturing or killing animals that walked around the city. Now Grant was not a superstitious man, but he knew that people were not always what they appeared to be, and that meant people weren’t always people. Through a combined effort Terran and Grant worked and ate off the money they made hunting and capturing these “people who weren’t really people.”
Eventually this came to an end too though; Grant was an old man with no one he could depend on except his hunting dog. Which is why falling ill was probably one of the worst things that could happen to him. Terran couldn’t earn money… could he?
Well apparently he could, using the same thing that so many animals had used to hide from Grant and himself. Using that human alter-ego he’d created for himself he stole money and food (mostly money since it could buy better food than what could be stolen) and returned it to Grant (the old man still bewildered that his dog could get its paws on money, despite how ill he was; he assumed some mystery person was giving it to Terran to bring back home).
This setup worked for a while, but Grant never got any better, he only got sicker with each passing month until eventually he passed away. Without his partner he had nowhere to go, but he still had to eat and he’d seen money used enough to know how to use it himself (and he somehow picked up the basic math in how to use it). By this point Terran was still only around 12 years old though.
Fast forward a few months and he’d become one of the many street-urchins, notorious for stealing and pick-pocketing. Fast forward several years and he’s earned quite the criminal reputation. Fast forward a little more than a decade and he’s where he is today; a burglar, thief, pickpocket, thug, con-artist of a man (or animal as the case may be) – exceptionally gifted in all of the aforementioned professions (mostly because he’s so talented at running away, but also because he’s one of the only such individuals that managed to live this long).
Who knows where he picked up his sense of humor though.
Mates: None. He’s flirted with numerous human women (often jokingly or as part of a con) but those never turned into relationships for obvious reasons.
Pups/cubs/eggs?:: None.
About The Maker::
Your Name:: Blank Blank (So says my email account)
Your Age:: 21
How Long Have you been Rping:: Too long to remember; somewhere around 6 or 7 years.
How Did You Find Us:: The advertisement thread on The Bleach Alliance.
Tell us about you:: Generally emotionally flat and unexpressive, but not a particularly serious person. I haven’t gone a day without joking about something.
_____________________________________________________
Here in the shadows, I'm safe
I'm free
Name:: Terran Grant
Age:: 28
Date Of Birth:: April 12th
Where you were born:: A patch of Grasslands, far, far away.
What animal are you:: Maned Wolf // Red Fox On Stilts
_____________________________________________________
I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Appearance:: Link to the picture.
((I generally don’t like to yank artwork but since the rules said I should, here it is. Obviously I don’t own the rights to the artwork, FMA, Hohenheim etc. etc.))
Terran’s human form appears to be a somewhat aged (but not too old) human male, measuring in at roughly 6’1”. His hair is long and blonde (often worn back in a pony-tail, but mostly only when he wants to look serious) and his eyes are brown. Not much of his body is very visible beyond head and neck. In place of a visible chin he has a beard (which is partially to blame for why he looks older than he really is). His facial structure seems to most closely identify with Germanic heritage. Regardless of how light his form is for its size, he actually appears fairly well built, despite how his arms and legs seem to be a bit longer and thinner (around the ankles and wrists) than they should be.
Height:: 6’1”
Weight:: 160 lbs (Heavy for a wolf?)
Eye Color:: Brown
Normal Attire:: Generally the most bland or average looking clothes you can imagine. He seems to wear whatever looks “the most normal” for a given area, which usually means a brown business suit looking number, or (for colder weather) a brown long-coat. That’s not all that he wears, just what he wears most often. He also seems to wear a tie for some reason.
True form:: Link to the picture.
His true form is that of a Red Fox on Stilts, or as it’s more commonly known, a Maned Wolf. (As a note, it is neither a fox nor a wolf and has no closely related Canids, and in fact it is its own genus.) He stands at a height and size that could only be called ‘large’ for a Maned wolf. His fur, like most Maned Wolves, is a mix of red and black, with the black fur concentrated mostly around his mane, ears, mouth and legs. Also of note might be the splotches of white fur on his tail and lower jaw.
Physical attributes:: Exceedingly fast, even among wolves, perhaps due to his larger stride. One might call him just as skilled at running away as he is at chasing someone (or something) down. Though he is not weak, what strength he does have seems to allow him to carry a full-grown human without slowing to a crawl, even while running. That is to say, he’s strong, but not that strong, and it only really shows itself in his ability to carry weight.
_____________________________________________________
I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Personality::A thief, a pickpocket, a burglar, a thug, a con-artist… he’s earned just about every criminal title human society has short of murderer, serial killer and rapist (having not earned the latter for obvious reasons). For an animal he’s perhaps a little too comfortable with humans, seemingly bearing them no ill-will at all. In many ways one might say he acts more human than canid. An interesting trait? He shares the human concept of money, and likes it. Unlike many animals, he doesn’t do a job for scraps of food, but instead for money so he can buy his own food, which is part of the reason why he’s taken on so many jobs only associated with human needs/desires. Of course when one considers that he’s lived most of his life around humans this might not be such a surprise. Perhaps something interesting to note; he shares the human concern for cleanliness and does, indeed, bathe.
His criminal hands (or paws as the case may be) are actually quite practiced, even for humans. He can steal just about anything from wallets to museum pieces and usually succeeds. However, despite what hunting and stealthy skills he does have, he often trips an alarm during his escape from a more complicated job (like a museum or a bank-robbery) often leading to a dangerous, if not comedic, chase wherein he flees from police, security and guard-robots.
On a more social level, he seems fairly generous, often helping those who need help (sometimes for free, but he charges those that can pay for his services). However he does seem to have an extreme distaste for upper-class members of human society, and seems to paint them as targets for most of his criminal antics. One might call him a modern-day Robin Hood if it weren’t for the fact he likes to keep most of what he “earns” to himself.
When he’s not in con-mode though he seems pretty friendly to humans or animals and even hunters (when they’re not trying to kill/capture him that is); he really doesn’t discriminate. Despite how serious his face often appears, he’s a major joker and has nothing if not a sense of humor. Adults might call him a spaz given his habit of using ridiculous gestures simply for no reason other than the fact that they’re ridiculous gestures (case in point, he likes to do what he calls “the cactus dance,” wherein he stands on one leg and bends his other appendages at 90 degree angles and hops around).
One might even describe him as nearly the exact opposite of what one would expect of a Maned Wolf.
History:: In a place where the word “Hunter” still meant someone who killed for food, rather than reward, Terran was born. He never really knew his parents, apparently they were killed shortly after he and the rest of his four siblings were born (all pups from the same litter of course). Maned wolves are a fast growing and isolated bunch, they rarely meet and are extremely territorial, but for some reason these five pups stuck together for a short time, but then when food went scarce they separated, thinking it’d be easier if they did what all Maned Wolves do and claimed their own territory. Whether it worked well for the other pups or not is hard to say, since he never saw them again; but it certainly didn’t work that well for Terran (and no, that wasn’t the name he had from birth).
It only took a few months before he was alone, hungry and totally isolated. Sometimes he would go for days without something to eat, getting weaker with each passing hour on his feet until eventually he passed out. When he woke up he found a strange object he’d never seen before pointing straight at him; it was long and black, and connected to it was a giant shadow staring down at him. His eyes closed again, but they quickly snapped open a few hours later when he could smell food (which he ravenously tore into). When he realized his surroundings, he found himself in quite the strange place; it had wooden walls but was not a forest, nor did it look like any tree he’d ever seen.
What was it you ask? Well it was a wooden cabin. A hunter’s cabin in fact. As Terran soon learned apparently some creature most animals knew as a “Human” had taken pity on him and offered him food and water.
A few years later and he was living with the man as his hunting dog (Terran was what the hunter called him, and Grant was the name of the hunter). Somehow Grant was fortunate enough to know of ways to attain food that Terran did not. It was a good team they had going; Terran would sniff out prey and Grant would take them down (not to mention Terran’s ability to find edible plants and vegetables, and Grant’s ability to cook them into something tasty).
All good things come to an end though; eventually there was almost no food for miles and like any good predators did, they had to go where the food was. Apparently there was food in a human creation called a city. Grant, having been a hunter all his life, had almost no work skills to attain a job like a banker, investor or any other such thing – he only knew how to hunt. And that was what they did here too, but they didn’t hunt for food, this time they hunted for money.
Apparently the “nobles” as Grant and other humans called them offered something called “money” in return for capturing or killing animals that walked around the city. Now Grant was not a superstitious man, but he knew that people were not always what they appeared to be, and that meant people weren’t always people. Through a combined effort Terran and Grant worked and ate off the money they made hunting and capturing these “people who weren’t really people.”
Eventually this came to an end too though; Grant was an old man with no one he could depend on except his hunting dog. Which is why falling ill was probably one of the worst things that could happen to him. Terran couldn’t earn money… could he?
Well apparently he could, using the same thing that so many animals had used to hide from Grant and himself. Using that human alter-ego he’d created for himself he stole money and food (mostly money since it could buy better food than what could be stolen) and returned it to Grant (the old man still bewildered that his dog could get its paws on money, despite how ill he was; he assumed some mystery person was giving it to Terran to bring back home).
This setup worked for a while, but Grant never got any better, he only got sicker with each passing month until eventually he passed away. Without his partner he had nowhere to go, but he still had to eat and he’d seen money used enough to know how to use it himself (and he somehow picked up the basic math in how to use it). By this point Terran was still only around 12 years old though.
Fast forward a few months and he’d become one of the many street-urchins, notorious for stealing and pick-pocketing. Fast forward several years and he’s earned quite the criminal reputation. Fast forward a little more than a decade and he’s where he is today; a burglar, thief, pickpocket, thug, con-artist of a man (or animal as the case may be) – exceptionally gifted in all of the aforementioned professions (mostly because he’s so talented at running away, but also because he’s one of the only such individuals that managed to live this long).
Who knows where he picked up his sense of humor though.
Mates: None. He’s flirted with numerous human women (often jokingly or as part of a con) but those never turned into relationships for obvious reasons.
Pups/cubs/eggs?:: None.
