Kale Muse - Feline

by **Kale Muse** Mon May 26, 2014 11:34 am

Kale Zephyr Muse

Nicknames · Kale, Zeph (for those who are close to him)
Age · 23
Gender · Male
Race · Anthro
Species · Blue Siberian Tiger
Sexual Orientation · Heterosexual
Occupation · Lion's Den Manager

Appearance

His coat is a rare color of blue with black stripes. His eyes are a bright green color, which illuminate in the night sky. His hair is brown, giving him a more human feature. The under portions of his body are white. His male parts are formed like that of a humans, which makes it lucky for any lucky female to have a wonderful night with him.

Personality

Kale is a very genuine guy. He is down to earth and pretty easy-going individual. He loves to have fun and keeps away from the idea of a committed relationship. He is young and wishes to do as much as he can no matter where he is. He wants to feel completely free and able to do anything he pleases when he wants. He answers to nobody. But he does think school is important, so he tries to study from time to time. He does not wish for perfect grades, B's will suffice him just fine, even C's. He loves to play his guitar and uses it daily on campus grounds.

History

Born to a regular family, he lived with his parents and his younger siblings. Not too much has happened in his life, but he was always seeking adventure. He spends a lot of his time doing anything he really wishes. From a childhood, he used to climb up any tree, mostly the highest of them. One summer he climbed a tall tree, but found his foot slipped and he fell from the twelve foot drop. Kale grabbed his arm and yelled at the top of his lungs. That would be the first of many broken bones to follow. As the years rolled on, his adventures got more and more dangerous. He found himself doing anything for a chance to feel free and the sense of danger. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and revved the engine to his motorcycle. Gripping the throttle and starter, he raced off into the woods, chasing after his friends. They raced and raced, and once again Kale found himself getting caught by a large stump. He rolled over the top of his handle bars and landed flat on his back. Another broken bone, but a great story to tell none the less.

Through High School, he continued to party and do dangerous things. He was not afraid of fear or the adrenaline which accompanied it. He kept his grades alright enough to allow his sorry ass to go to college. He finally made it in. In his first year, he made a lot of friends, played on the football team, and now he's super popular and very loved.

Roleplay Sample

From My Thread On Dreamworld - "To The Death"

Eight years ago, the world was a beautiful place. Trees and flowers lived happily in the yards and town cities with the humans. Lush green was everywhere. People lived carefree and easy lives. The only thing which stopped it all, was one small outbreak, which quickly took over the world. At the first signs of outbreak, the government was scared and unaware what to do. So they sent int heir troops to combat the vile creatures which plagued the land. Many soldiers died, trying to fight the aggressors, who only wished to consume their bodies. Tyson had joined the corp at 18, fresh out of high school, and in his two years with the corp, he was a strong asset. He helped learn the way to kill them, teaching it to his troops across the globe. But the war raged on and the numbers of the undead increased. The military began to fall back, after their brothers in arms turned from the gruesome battle.

Tyson fought as long as he could, but soon retreated to a village some settlers had created. It was a world from the outside, they had people posted at every point, ready and waiting for the undead to scourge their lands. In a couple months time, no outbreak had occurred in the tiny city, leaving the people to finally feel safe and at peace. With the loss of his rifle and pistol, the now 28 year old man, wielded a crossbow. It was easy for him to make arrows as well as retrieve them from the dead corpses.

But in the peace of the land, there were some who wished to take out their frustration and loss on those who patrolled the forests. So Tyson was tasked with gathering a team, teaching them the military ways of fighting, as well as some he had picked up along the way. "Don't waste your ammo, shoot for the head," he said with his Carolina accent, and his thick southern drawl. As he led the group, some died and turned, but were put down before anymore could change. Tyson had done the honors when others could not take the life of their undead friend. They could not separate the life from what was to what is. Tyson soon found himself on these hunts alone. But honestly, he liked it better this way. There was nobody to slow him down.

As he moved from the trees, he noticed a small town up ahead. He had been there before, but there had never been so many zombies gathering around it. Something must have been going on. Taking out his dagger, he killed a couple zombies who lingered on the outside. As their bodies fell, he moved slowly forward. Eying a ladder from a one story building, he climbed up it, dagger pressed tightly in his teeth. As he made it to the rooftop, he walked towards the edge. It was there he saw the person against the wall and the zombies coming in closer and closer. From this distance, Tyson could not tell if the human was male or female, but either way, they needed saving.

Grabbing his crossbow from his back, he aimed it towards the closest zombie and fired it right into the skull. The arrowhead went straight through and got stuck in the eyeball. As the zombie fell to the ground, a string of arrows attacked the ones around him until Tyson knew he could take the rest on hand to hand. Sliding down the drain pipe, he made his way towards the horde. Slicing and dicing as he moved closer to the human. He picked up his arrows and tucked them back into his quiver as he moved to the boy. "Come with me, I'll get you to a safe place from here." He said as he held out his hand.

Out Of Character Information

Your Name/Alias · DarkWolfProwler
How Long Have You Been Roleplaying? · Years
How did you find us? · Owner
What's the best way to contact you? · PM