Post by icey on Apr 3, 2009 2:31:59 GMT -5
Name:Arvid
Gender:Male
Race: Animal
Species: Black Maned Lion
Age: Older Gentleman, but by no means ancient.
Position: Owner, kind hearted, likes humans
Lifestyle: Retired Military Officer, He is very respected, despite his position on humans
Residence: He's currently from out of town, in town with on-loan military forces as the residing officer, soon to because a drill sergeant for the military here.
Description: Black maned are not particularly large lions, however, they are quick fighters. This black maned is on the large end of the spectrum and even in his age has a body packed with lean muscle. Military pose keeps him looking his best. He has minimal scaring, the most obvious is his baby blues. A chemical attack from when he was a private diluted the normally muddy browns into a light sky blue. His pelt is tawny like any other lion, however dark points show themselves in the sun. His mane and the tip of his tail are black, at the breed suggests.
Personality: To his equals, Arvid is a force to be reckoned with. His military status gives him a certain respect that, no matter how he treats his slaves, remains. He has a certain air about him that is what got him promoted to captain and it's probably what keeps his slaves in line, because his "cruelty" certainly doesn't. Everyone is treated with respect for this man, including slaves. He treats slaves like he would his privates, eliciting respect and obedience from both. Overall, he is kind and gentle-hearted, with a soft hand and soft voice. He likes to laugh with his company, preferring to keep everyone relaxed as 'more flies are caught with honey than with vinegar.'
Wardrobe: In formal events he wears his his military sash, adorned with a metals and a black ribbon for the loss of his slave girl. Otherwise, he wears short pants and prefers to go shirtless as his mane stay unknotted this way.
History:
Arvid grew up in an unremarkable household, if it weren't for their middle class standings. His father was a supporter of their nations army and always spoke with pride when he was talking about his time served, but an injury pulled him from duty. His mother supported his father but it's his father that stuck in Arvid's mind. A model man, he could only hope he grew up to be like him. Even now he would swell with pride when old timers said he was like his father.
Following his father's example, Arvid had always planning on at least serving a few years. When he was quickly promoted, he didn't hesitate to make a career out of what seemed to be natural talent leading. His father's pride was pay enough, but the more than decent salary wasn't going to be turned down. He paid for the best of care for his parents, but went off active duty when they passed away.
With his pay he bought a nice house close to the upper class of society. He made some money on the side by moonlighting as a bodyguard, but his real passion was rehabilitation. It started when someone he was guarding went into town to pick up some prime breeding stock. In town the zebra gathered and paid for her brood, but was hassled by the store owner. The clerk wanted her to buy a broken pet that was only good for breeding now. Having been a fighter, the man was violent and had a bone to pick with captors. Liking the looks, she brought him home, but was eager to have him destroyed when he broke out of his chains and turned a whip on her. Arvid, highly interesting in this man, requested that he be given him, in return for that day's pay. She agreed and Arvid acquired his first slave.
It didn't take long to rehabilitate the man and the zebra occasionally asked to buy him, but Arvid refused, claiming he liked the man, when in reality, the man didn't wish to be sold and Arvid respected that. So the man became his eyes and ears, bringing Arvid to pets who could be rehab'ed.
One such pet was a woman the man had been bred to, her owner had passed away and luckily his stock was sold instead of being given to the carbon copy son. Both of the men were cruel and the pets would take time to rehabilitate, but Arvid bought as many as he could. The women, if they chose, were welcome to stay with Arvid to birth, then what happened was up to them, Arvid's friends were mostly kind like him, and owned highly staffed farms and ware houses. The slaves could have their own apartments and under the guise of an owner, buy stuff.
This particular female birthed a girl and once weaned, left her in Arvid's care, not wanting anything of her past. So the girl-child was raised by Arvid, named and taught by him, and by loose definition, his child. He raised her to be kind, and live as a good slave, though in private, she got away with everything.
It wasn't hard to believe that the loss of this 'daughter' would bring the lion down. He had no doubts about who had done it, but as a military official, he had to have proof. So it took longer for him to be able to confront the vile cobra. At the slightest provocation, the lion wasted no time in skinning the reptile, taking the scaled flesh as a trophy. He also questioned a few house slave, and upon finding that his girl had been sold, gave the informants to a good friend, for them to take care the man's garden and live in peace.
He re-enlisted to keep his time occupied and once shipped here, sent a letter to a partner in the business, informing him that the estate was to be a facility for rehabilitating injured slave, making them able to work, and mentally scarred slaves, making them into safe creatures to be around.
A large part of his humor had disappeared with the girl and he was slowly regaining it when a officer of rank offered to pay for Arvid to get a new slave, a part of his promotion an permanent station in this new land.
Family: Miliary and his slaves
Mate/Married: N/A
Children: He considers his slaves to be his children to some extent.
Statistics: High ranking official in the army.
Roleplaying Example: N/A]
((ooc: Gosh, now I can sleep.. I couldn't until I got that out..))
Gender:Male
Race: Animal
Species: Black Maned Lion
Age: Older Gentleman, but by no means ancient.
Position: Owner, kind hearted, likes humans
Lifestyle: Retired Military Officer, He is very respected, despite his position on humans
Residence: He's currently from out of town, in town with on-loan military forces as the residing officer, soon to because a drill sergeant for the military here.
Description: Black maned are not particularly large lions, however, they are quick fighters. This black maned is on the large end of the spectrum and even in his age has a body packed with lean muscle. Military pose keeps him looking his best. He has minimal scaring, the most obvious is his baby blues. A chemical attack from when he was a private diluted the normally muddy browns into a light sky blue. His pelt is tawny like any other lion, however dark points show themselves in the sun. His mane and the tip of his tail are black, at the breed suggests.
Personality: To his equals, Arvid is a force to be reckoned with. His military status gives him a certain respect that, no matter how he treats his slaves, remains. He has a certain air about him that is what got him promoted to captain and it's probably what keeps his slaves in line, because his "cruelty" certainly doesn't. Everyone is treated with respect for this man, including slaves. He treats slaves like he would his privates, eliciting respect and obedience from both. Overall, he is kind and gentle-hearted, with a soft hand and soft voice. He likes to laugh with his company, preferring to keep everyone relaxed as 'more flies are caught with honey than with vinegar.'
Wardrobe: In formal events he wears his his military sash, adorned with a metals and a black ribbon for the loss of his slave girl. Otherwise, he wears short pants and prefers to go shirtless as his mane stay unknotted this way.
History:
Arvid grew up in an unremarkable household, if it weren't for their middle class standings. His father was a supporter of their nations army and always spoke with pride when he was talking about his time served, but an injury pulled him from duty. His mother supported his father but it's his father that stuck in Arvid's mind. A model man, he could only hope he grew up to be like him. Even now he would swell with pride when old timers said he was like his father.
Following his father's example, Arvid had always planning on at least serving a few years. When he was quickly promoted, he didn't hesitate to make a career out of what seemed to be natural talent leading. His father's pride was pay enough, but the more than decent salary wasn't going to be turned down. He paid for the best of care for his parents, but went off active duty when they passed away.
With his pay he bought a nice house close to the upper class of society. He made some money on the side by moonlighting as a bodyguard, but his real passion was rehabilitation. It started when someone he was guarding went into town to pick up some prime breeding stock. In town the zebra gathered and paid for her brood, but was hassled by the store owner. The clerk wanted her to buy a broken pet that was only good for breeding now. Having been a fighter, the man was violent and had a bone to pick with captors. Liking the looks, she brought him home, but was eager to have him destroyed when he broke out of his chains and turned a whip on her. Arvid, highly interesting in this man, requested that he be given him, in return for that day's pay. She agreed and Arvid acquired his first slave.
It didn't take long to rehabilitate the man and the zebra occasionally asked to buy him, but Arvid refused, claiming he liked the man, when in reality, the man didn't wish to be sold and Arvid respected that. So the man became his eyes and ears, bringing Arvid to pets who could be rehab'ed.
One such pet was a woman the man had been bred to, her owner had passed away and luckily his stock was sold instead of being given to the carbon copy son. Both of the men were cruel and the pets would take time to rehabilitate, but Arvid bought as many as he could. The women, if they chose, were welcome to stay with Arvid to birth, then what happened was up to them, Arvid's friends were mostly kind like him, and owned highly staffed farms and ware houses. The slaves could have their own apartments and under the guise of an owner, buy stuff.
This particular female birthed a girl and once weaned, left her in Arvid's care, not wanting anything of her past. So the girl-child was raised by Arvid, named and taught by him, and by loose definition, his child. He raised her to be kind, and live as a good slave, though in private, she got away with everything.
It wasn't hard to believe that the loss of this 'daughter' would bring the lion down. He had no doubts about who had done it, but as a military official, he had to have proof. So it took longer for him to be able to confront the vile cobra. At the slightest provocation, the lion wasted no time in skinning the reptile, taking the scaled flesh as a trophy. He also questioned a few house slave, and upon finding that his girl had been sold, gave the informants to a good friend, for them to take care the man's garden and live in peace.
He re-enlisted to keep his time occupied and once shipped here, sent a letter to a partner in the business, informing him that the estate was to be a facility for rehabilitating injured slave, making them able to work, and mentally scarred slaves, making them into safe creatures to be around.
A large part of his humor had disappeared with the girl and he was slowly regaining it when a officer of rank offered to pay for Arvid to get a new slave, a part of his promotion an permanent station in this new land.
Family: Miliary and his slaves
Mate/Married: N/A
Children: He considers his slaves to be his children to some extent.
Statistics: High ranking official in the army.
Roleplaying Example: N/A]
((ooc: Gosh, now I can sleep.. I couldn't until I got that out..))