Paidear

Name: Paidear

Nickname(s): Bess
Gender: Male

Age: 2 Cycles

Species: Bay Cat

Sexuality: Bisexual

Rank: Fisher Cat
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Fur Texture: His fur is relatively stiff, and short over all of his body, it becomes slightly softer and longer on his tail.

Body Build: He is a relatively frail cat, thin and containing little less then average muscle amounts.

Size:
Length: 50cm
Height at shoulder: 38cm
Weight: 3 Kilograms
Tail: 35 cms
Scars: He is missing his front left leg.
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Armor:
A jute fabric bad that connects to a bore leather collar and tail band and a boar leather holder.
Items:
One large aluminum spear and several small ones
Accessories:
Badger fur arm sleeves on his front legs with ox leather straps.
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Skills:
Avoiding Violence
Catching on to small things

Stengths:
Patience
Reaction time
Hearing
Weaknessees:
Speed
Strength
Confidence

Hobbies:
Climbing
Chasing bugs
Adventuring
Likes:
Bright colours
Gentle Voices
Flowers
Dislikes:
Conflict
Thunder
Fast paces
Extra:
 Embarrassed of his missing leg
 Easily Flustered
 If with another cat he likes to stay really close to them
 Sometimes if trying to run fast he will trip himself
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Background:

Very early in Paidear was alone, his mother died when he was rather young, but he carried along fine, the lands were advanced enough and he intelligent enough to carry on. He admired soldiers and wanted to become one at an early age, he would frequently watch them whenever they happened to pass him and he apprenticed as one for a while. But, at some point when he was walking the lands he was confronted by another cat, this cat stunk of the Ignominiae and it attacked with no moment of pause shoving Paidear to the floor, it was a large and mighty lion and it gave no pity in Paidears cries as he crunched down on the cat’s arm, it tore at it seeming to consume it before bounding deeper into the territory sizing up some other prey. Paidear was alone once more; it took a moment for him to be able to grasp himself again. He pulled himself off the floor and looked around before fleeing back to the more tamed area of the kingdom, he reported what he saw and had his wound bandage with a horrid development, he could no long be used in that of soldier rank. This made him mad,  but very silent, he stayed that ways for several days after, just sitting in a clear spot in his home staring at the floor, he did not eat for that duration. When he decided what he wanted to do he got up and did it with a greatly timid nature and he took up fishing. Over time he becomes comfortable with the rank but he was riddled with shame for how he had acted when he was jumped, and how little he did. He invested in hiding his missing leg because of this. And he worked in a cautious nature to try to make it as unnoticeable as he could.

Personality:

-Weak Willed—Passive—Kind—Gentle—Regretful-

Weak Willed- Paidear will let others push him around. He will end up with the opinion of the last person who spoke to him and is easily manipulated. He seems scared whenever asked to choose and keep a side.

Passive- If another makes fun of him or insults him he will let it happen. Shoved pushed or kicked he will just set it be. He sees it no good to let others stop what they want to do.

Kind- He will never leave someone in an ill situation. He will often try to help out anyone he can and will never look to gain anything from it. He has the idea of, do onto those and you’d like done to yourself.

Gentle- With anything he touches he is extremely gentle. Even the nature he holds his spear is very light. When speaking his voice is even more so, often being seen as not more than a whisper.

Regretful- He seems regretful after almost everything he does.  It is common that he apologizes while doing something or right after doing something. He seems to expect he is always doing something wrong and whenever something goes wrong it is his fault.

Relationships:

Roleplay Example: (from an rp with a character in this group Poke-Apocalypse)
Ludwig seemed to crunch down into his shoulders at the sound looking with squinted eyes in a confused manour at the new comer but not for a long time, for that would have been foolish for the given situation. The mareep seemed mostly guard against and shove the zombies back, his occasionally offensive strikes seeming to miss or just barely miss. Another swing that succeeded only to gouge through the cheek of the zombie and knock it down, another nonfatal blow ‘This was bothersome, might as well fight clouds.’he thought as he glanced around quickly trying to get a grasp of how many there were, with them so closes together it was difficult for him to discern on from another at points and he was really getting annoyed in his head.
Ludwig’s thoughts were then focused on Amaryllis. He didn’t glance the other’s direct, still focusing on the dead before him but thought to himself who would step in to aid him, and what motives the cradily may have. ‘He could be aiding me out of the goodness of his heart, but hell, how likely is that at the state of the world. Maybe he wanted to clear out the zombies so he could kill and steal anything from me. Well good fuckin luck with that.’ He thought getting himself annoyed, he attempted to back up to standing practically behind the cradily trying to use him as a distraction so he could attempt to search for his glasses, trying to keep from fumbling about on his hands and knees instead he just squinted hard at the floor trying to figure out where his glasses were and what was not just randomly dispersed pieces of broken glass.