[Incarcerating small animals and taking them to random locations before releasing them somewhat harmlessly]Personality:
[+Clever+][-Invading-][+Optimistic+][-Ignorant-][+Cautious+][-A Tad Insane-]
Likes: Cages, tiny things that can fit in those cages, licking things, climbing trees, ambushing small players, the night, shadows, fire, water
Large things, the light, bright colors, pushy people, Items:
Skill sets:Attack: 3/5 Defense: 2/5Speed: 5/5 Agility: 4/5 Endurance: 2/5 Sanity: 1/5 Confidence: 3/5Bravery: 4/5 Intelligence: 4/5 Charisma: 1/5 Weapon:
As seen Zhivago's tail flairs into what appears to be a large brass spear. Though he prefers to flee than to fight he'll used it like a spear or a sword. Those are his two attack patterns. If he's using it as a spear his attacks will be more aimed with jabbing and poking. If he's using it as a sword his attacks tend to be wild swinging from side to side. He's very predictable in this fashion and easy to dodge.
- Not revealed
- Good Fellows
- Best of Friends
- Distaste and/or Hate
- Fear and/or Distrust
- Utter Distain, Will Not Communicate With. | Spectre | "Ssssssilly cat thing. Make for good capture."
RP Example: From Harley Miles application for
As a rather small, curvy woman rolled into the light, black pupils dilated to the change in light. Plump, white clouds splotched the bright blue sky. Harley brushed the bangs out of her face and popped a small unidentified snack into her mouth. Her jaw worked away at her food, her eyes glued to the buildings towering up high infront of her. The woman took a deep inhalation of slightly smoggy air. She glanced to the book store that had been a neighbour to her small house for as long as she had been kicked out of the orphanage. Miles had figured she would need to pick up a few novels for a friend while she was out. Harl adjusted her beanie mounted snugly on the top of her head and took out a small switchblade, fiddling with
the small object was a time waster to her, and she liked to practice her hand-eye coordination. She was always so clumsy, and she wanted to fix that. The girl winced as her wandering mind had made her cut herself accidentally. Cursing herself under her breath she rolled into the bookstore in dabbled in purchasing a few new books to add to her bag.
Interesting little tidbits:
- Zhivago knows about Eleanor and generally hates her. Mainly for her size if anything else.
- Tends to have a split personality where he'll proclaim ridiculous sayings and then deny them himself. As if two polar opposite people were jammed into his mind.
- He likes being called Fido for whatever reason.