Post by Chota Vana on Dec 27, 2010 21:42:27 GMT -5
Name: Chota Vana (tch-OH-tah VAH-nah)
Age: 21
Gender: male
Occupation: Bowyer (He makes longbows and arrows solely, but may make crossbows as well if requested)
Residence: Feryn, though he rarely, if ever, goes there
Physical Description: Chota could be called mousy, and the irony isn’t lost on him. Relatively short, he has dark hair and eyes and fairly dark skin. He is skinny, but not shockingly so. The fact that he’s thin only proves to show off what muscle mass he has, though he isn’t nearly as muscular as some of his were-brethren. He has a relatively large nose and a somewhat prominent chin, though nothing that would make him look totally goofy. Sometimes one might catch him with chin stubble, though rarely will he fashion himself a beard or mustache with it. And if he does, he never keeps a mustache alone.
Feline: Rusty-spotted Cat (Prionailurus rubiginosus):
The rusty-spotted cat is one of the smallest cats in the world—if not the smallest—and with it as his cat form, Chota can become almost invisible. In cat form, he is approximately 20 inches from nose tip to tail tip (with a tail that is about half the length of his body) and 7 inches at the shoulder. He has relatively big eyes as compared to other cats, perhaps longer whiskers as well, but his ears seem to be relatively normal sized. His legs are shorter than comparably-sized cats, but huskily built and with big paws. His fur is a rusty shade overall, with underlying tones of silver and gray. He is spotted with darker rust and has some stripes of dark rusty-gray on his legs and face. His tail is mostly spot-and-stripe-free, taking a darker tone of the same dark rusty-gray that features in his stripes elsewhere, and has more rust underneath than gray.
Garment: Chota almost never wears the same thing twice, and this is simply because he almost never remembers to touch anything in his own blood. Usually, he’s found in an off-white tunic, belted at the waist, which actually reaches to just above his knees. Beneath that, he wears rather dark leggings normally (unless he happens not to be able to afford them), which are just thick enough not to show the color of his legs, though they show the shape. His feet are always covered in his trusty boots, which are the only articles of his clothing that he has managed to remember to touch with blood. They are leather, pointy at the toe and come to mid-calf, fitting snugly against his legs. He chooses not to wear jewelry in most cases, though he has a stash of necklaces and bracelets somewhere in Feryn that he can pick from if he’d like to fit in a bit more.
Weapon: A longbow of his own crafting with arrows he made as well. If it comes to close-range combat, he either uses a rather large dagger or switches to cat form to flee.
Demeanor: A reclusive little fellow, Chota prefers to sit back and listen while things happen around him, though if brought into a conversation, he can be quite boisterous. Partly nocturnal, or so it would seem, he spends long evenings in taverns normally, then sleeps the morning away to awake again in the afternoon. He speaks with a slight Indian accent, which is often believed to be why he keeps to himself, though to be honest he is quite proud of his lineage. In the wilds, he spends most of his time in his cat form, relaxing in tree branches while enjoying the warmth from the sun. Generally thought of as lazy, Chota never seeks out work and instead begs on the street or uses his small size as a cat to steal. But though he would never admit his crimes, he can be quite honest otherwise, and would never blatantly steal something he’s been entrusted with. For after all, if they see him, he can easily be caught for the crime...
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Age: 21
Gender: male
Occupation: Bowyer (He makes longbows and arrows solely, but may make crossbows as well if requested)
Residence: Feryn, though he rarely, if ever, goes there
Physical Description: Chota could be called mousy, and the irony isn’t lost on him. Relatively short, he has dark hair and eyes and fairly dark skin. He is skinny, but not shockingly so. The fact that he’s thin only proves to show off what muscle mass he has, though he isn’t nearly as muscular as some of his were-brethren. He has a relatively large nose and a somewhat prominent chin, though nothing that would make him look totally goofy. Sometimes one might catch him with chin stubble, though rarely will he fashion himself a beard or mustache with it. And if he does, he never keeps a mustache alone.
Feline: Rusty-spotted Cat (Prionailurus rubiginosus):
The rusty-spotted cat is one of the smallest cats in the world—if not the smallest—and with it as his cat form, Chota can become almost invisible. In cat form, he is approximately 20 inches from nose tip to tail tip (with a tail that is about half the length of his body) and 7 inches at the shoulder. He has relatively big eyes as compared to other cats, perhaps longer whiskers as well, but his ears seem to be relatively normal sized. His legs are shorter than comparably-sized cats, but huskily built and with big paws. His fur is a rusty shade overall, with underlying tones of silver and gray. He is spotted with darker rust and has some stripes of dark rusty-gray on his legs and face. His tail is mostly spot-and-stripe-free, taking a darker tone of the same dark rusty-gray that features in his stripes elsewhere, and has more rust underneath than gray.
Garment: Chota almost never wears the same thing twice, and this is simply because he almost never remembers to touch anything in his own blood. Usually, he’s found in an off-white tunic, belted at the waist, which actually reaches to just above his knees. Beneath that, he wears rather dark leggings normally (unless he happens not to be able to afford them), which are just thick enough not to show the color of his legs, though they show the shape. His feet are always covered in his trusty boots, which are the only articles of his clothing that he has managed to remember to touch with blood. They are leather, pointy at the toe and come to mid-calf, fitting snugly against his legs. He chooses not to wear jewelry in most cases, though he has a stash of necklaces and bracelets somewhere in Feryn that he can pick from if he’d like to fit in a bit more.
Weapon: A longbow of his own crafting with arrows he made as well. If it comes to close-range combat, he either uses a rather large dagger or switches to cat form to flee.
Demeanor: A reclusive little fellow, Chota prefers to sit back and listen while things happen around him, though if brought into a conversation, he can be quite boisterous. Partly nocturnal, or so it would seem, he spends long evenings in taverns normally, then sleeps the morning away to awake again in the afternoon. He speaks with a slight Indian accent, which is often believed to be why he keeps to himself, though to be honest he is quite proud of his lineage. In the wilds, he spends most of his time in his cat form, relaxing in tree branches while enjoying the warmth from the sun. Generally thought of as lazy, Chota never seeks out work and instead begs on the street or uses his small size as a cat to steal. But though he would never admit his crimes, he can be quite honest otherwise, and would never blatantly steal something he’s been entrusted with. For after all, if they see him, he can easily be caught for the crime...
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