Ternura

Personality: Alert: Ternura is almost always alert; having the ability to quickly wake up from his daily slumber at the quickest sound, an ability he adopted over time. At night his ears are always to and fro, almost automatically. His alertness helps him greatly in survival.

Intimidating: Ternura really is not that big at all, but he stares into the eyes of whoever he comes across, he is not one to back down, but his flaw is the fact that he is naive enough to pick a fight with someone much larger and stronger than himself. But his eyes and stance give him the intimidation he wants to achieve.


Dog-Hater: Ternura would die the worst death that exists if only the canine world could be brought down. His past as a kitten has placed a hot brand on his heart, wounding him for eternity. He hates the dogs more than anything in his soul, and that makes him aggressive. Very aggressive.

Outcast: In all the time he has been living Tenura has been an outcast, and now he wants to put an end to that. He previously lived in a dog-infested area and hated the dogs there, and so he was an outlaw. 

Buried Heart: Ternura has buried his heart deep into a steel chamber. Inside he really isn't the aggressive, bloodthirsty cat that he is now. He just wants someone to unchain him and unlock his heart. One person has the key. But who?

Cannibal: Tenura has developed a little bit of a taste for his own kind. He eats anyone who gets in his way. He also loves eating dogs since he hates them so much. 

Appearance: Ternura has the cutest pink button nose you could ever imagine. His sparkling yellow eyes hold his emotions with the greatest effect. His dainty paws are kept clean always, his claws kept sharpened. His ears are alert, the back of his ears are black. Their tips are circular. His tan fur sports a wide range of dark brown spots with black around them. His tail is always switching from side to side. 



History: Ternura was born in a barn that his mother had intruded into. It stunk like manure; for the farmer who owned the barn never cleaned up after his cows, who had been living in it until they died. Ternura was the largest of the litter as well as the oldest. He was the strongest and most dominant. None of his brothers or his one sister bothered him or challenged him. In fact, not many people ever bothered him. Until one day.

It was rainy and dark and cold. His mother fell asleep, and it was such a gloomy day that Ternura decided to go out and hunt. At the time he was just learning to hunt. Unlike his brothers and sister he was not at all afraid of water and didn't care that it was raining. And so, the naive soul trotted along. He suddenly came upon a pack of dogs. "Well what do we have here?" Ternura scoffed at the dog's speech. Everyone said that. Stupid dog. 

Ternura growled, and that's when it happened. All the dogs longed at him, trying to get a bite out of him. Fortunately the dogs were much larger, and so Ternura darted and ducked under and between their legs. But not before the dog to his left, who had spoken to him, sunk his teeth into Ternura's little body.

Darkness. That's all he saw until his vision came into focus. He stared into the chocolate eyes of a female bobcat. The bobcat, Amersita, nursed him back to health. They became friends. Then, when he turned three, he asked her to be his mate. Then the dogs, the same dogs that attacked him, attacked Amersita. 

By the time Ternura got the dogs away, Amersita was dead. Since then, he escaped to Hexasol, bearing the scars of his horrible life. 

Season born: Spring, February, Third Year


RP Sample: Angry eyes glow in the shadows, eyes that would make anyone turn tail and run as fast as their legs could carry them. No one could know that the eyes belonged to an adorable margay named Ternura. No one would know that the small cat sought blood and revenge. 

Ternura sank deeper into the shadows, and the yellow eyes faded out of sight. He crouched down in the tall grass, crawling about in that fashion so he could not be seen. He was looking for food and for refuge. He had been wandering for several days, having arrived at this land a week ago. He was new and hoped he did not venture into pack territory. 

Ternura was not sure that he was going to like this place, for he knew there was dogs here, but he also knew that there were cats here, and he also knew there must be a pack he could join. Maybe he would finally belong. 

Ternura, at this point, was very tired and he only wanted to find some food and a place to rest. He wanted to avoid other cats and dogs because he would not be able to defend himself, should he find someone worthy of his rivalry. 

This was a new beginning. 

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