Name: Commix Animal: Coyote/Lynx/Serval Cross Breed: N/A Age: 4 Lives Mate: None Gender: Female Group: Different(she works for the Resistance to take over, but she lives and hunts and fights with the Different) Rank: She does what she pleases. Mainly Fighter, but she hunts when she wants to hunt. (Just put her in Fighter) Personality: Determined, angry, bitter, snappy, curt, cutting, tart, loyal. Commix is determined, she never quits, never. But she is also bitter and angry, being "non-perfect", being a Different. She snaps a lot, to, and is curt and rather rude. She often makes cutting and sarcastic remarks, always seeming to know how to touch a nerve. She is tart, doesn't much fancy chatting, but the most loyal animal you'll ever meet. She will die, lose all she treasures, be humiliated and tortured, but she will remain loyal. Always. Description: Lithe, swift, and lean, with pale golden dappled with gray-brown fur. Tufted ears and retractable claws that are curved and sharp. Teeth long and white and pointed. Narrow, snowy white muzzle and sharp amber eyes. Long bushy tail. Gray-pink nose. She tends to keep her teeth slightly bared all the time. Role-Play sample : Commix strutted through the forest, her muzzle high in the air. I don't care, she reminded herself for about the hundredth time. If they don't want me, their loss. She forced herself to keep her head up and eyes forward. Thinking again about how they rejected her. "I don't care," she actually snarled aloud, but her voice was high and it cracked at the end. She crouched low on the ground and her amber eyes fastened on a blackbird. She stalked it for a couple rabbit-hops, then pounced. She felt the small bones crunching beneath her powerful fangs, and bolted down the prey quickly, before any perfect little mange-ridden lice-riddled flea-pelted Claw saw her in their territory.
For Shadetail.
