Post by dargan on Jul 17, 2009 3:08:21 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: DIW
Gender: Male
Contact Information Durrr
Other Characters here? Dargan (is about to die) Vice, Samael.
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Character Information
Canon? Nope
Character Name: Ozzy Briare
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Species/Breed: Sabertooth Cat / Siberian Tiger
Current Occupation: None - Hopefully Angel Apprentice
Personality: Oz is kind hearted and fun loving. If anyone is in danger, he's right there to help, if anyone's in even the slightest amount of trouble, he always wants to do all he can for them. He's a very caring person, but he also has a jokester attitude, and loves to mess with people. He'd never push it to far of coarse, but loves to see them in awkward situations.
He is outgoing, and pretty much loves life for what it is. He believes its a gift, given to someone so that they can live it to the fullest. Oz loves to party, and loves to travel, and most of all, to meet people.
Since high school he's also had a knack for cooking, and is particularly good at sweet confections and savory dinners.
A romantic heart is what he has, and would like nothing better to curl up with someone special and cuddle all night long. Don't get me wrong, he does like... uh. .. intimate time, but if it's out of the question, then he'd much rather keep it to himself.
Ozzy is much braver than he looks, being lazy, and being a goofball doesn't make him any less protective of others, and fiercely loyal.
Appearance: Very large in stature, this feline stands at around seven foot tall, and weighs in at three hundred and ten pounds. Most of which isn't fat, but muscle and bone.
His pelt is a mix of dark amber, rusty brown, gray, and cream, with sparse black stripes and spots. His hair falls over his face in a mohawk, black in coloration, with white tips in the very front. Down the back hangs a long braid that reaches the base of his tail.
Scars mar his pelt in many places, the most obvious are the two over the bridge of his nose, and the huge claw marks on both of his upper arms. Those that are hidden, he is a little shy about showing to others. One long scar streaks across his chest, but that isn't the worst of them. Many more line his back in diagonal streaks of bald flesh, deep and marred into his skin. One is so large that it wraps around his left side, all the way to his stomach.
Normally he wears tribal beads and bone jewelry, from his bear claw and coyote fang necklace, to the bone-bead wrist cuff around his left wrist, and the antler ring in his ear.
Clothing is not much out of the normal attire, black jeans and shirt most of the time.
Background: Born to a loving family, he was raised as any other boy was, playing football, racing hover boards, all that good stuff.
At the age of sixteen he was riding to work with a friend of his, a delivery job. Not much different than any other kid's first job, but that day, he'll never forget. The crunch of metal, the shriek of the engine, glass shattering and the feel of being dumped out of the hover car. He hit the ground hard and skid for a good distance, leaving huge gashes in his back, side, and chest that looked like something had grabbed him up and clawed the skin off. It'd even taken a chip out of his left ear.
It took him a long time to heal, and after that, the fur never grew back.
A few years down the road he got in a fight with an ex boyfriend, a leopard by the name of Roon, who left large claw marks across both of Oz's arms, and two large cuts across his nose.
That was a long time ago, and Oz has moved to St. Lucent to hopefully acquire a job in law enforcement.
Pic of Oz -- www.furaffinity.net/view/2380946/
Password? Hurricane
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