Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 18:54:35 GMT
Name: Rancor
Age: 85
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: OC
Personality:
Rancor is one of silent intimidation. Unlike other tyrants, he will not threaten you directly, but only with his mere presence and voice. He is a king before he is a warrior, and rarely partakes in killing. However, he constantly holds the confidante and demeanor that suggests he could destroy his challengers. Typically, he’s low key and appears almost disinterested in everything around him. He can lose his temper with certain types, raise his voice and even become violent. Rancor will never admit a fault of his own and is quick to pick out a whipping man to lay blame on. As a leader, he looks out for the better of the entire group and strictly believes that one may be sacrificed for the good of many. Rancor is a Darwinist and often demeaning of other animal races, especially non-mammals. But he is lenient in who he gives chances to. He uses judgmental words and beatings to motivate his men to become stronger. Rancor likes it when others try to impress him. Once he accepts someone, he’s very polite, albeit in a militaristic sense, referring to his followers as “gentlemen” or “gentlewomen”. He becomes disappointed once he must sever ties and is a bit too eager to accept traitors if he respected them in the past.
Appearance:
Rancor is a massive feline who is close to weighing half a ton and is 7.5 feet long (minus tail). He is of a race of animal hybrids created by a gene-splicing project, collectively just referred to as the Anamalia. His short fur is red and decorated with tiger stripes. The cat’s body is very solid and nearly rectangular in shape. Both his front and hind legs are very thick and muscular. His back is slightly hunched. His tail is long with a white tip. Rancor’s face resembles a lynx more than a tiger (save different skull proportions due to his scale). His muzzle is very long. Two saber teeth hang from his upper jaw and he has two dew claws on each of his front paws. There’s a missing notch in his right ear. His green eyes are those of a domestic house cat.
Brief History:
Rancor is a product of a daring genetics project, Project Anamalia. He was the spawn of the first generation of hybrid creatures, who were named by the scientists with a number and the letter “P” (for “prototype”) – Matriarch (P1) and Comet (P5). Rancor was among a group that were dubbed the “masterpieces” of the gene splicing project who were the offspring of two first-generation animals. These creatures were named by a number and an “A” (for “Anamalia”). Rancor happened to be A8, but he ripped off his identification tag, leaving the big notch in his ear.
A war struck the country and the Project was bought out by the military. The creatures were subjected to tests to prove their usefulness in war and it was discovered that they were all close to immune to toxic gas that was able to take out thousands of troops. However, Rancor’s mother, Matriarch, rallied the animals that were being held in one small base and broke free. Matriarch headed the small brigade of animals and decided to enact revenge upon the “gun-men”. Rancor blazed a trail through the battlegrounds and helped make it possible to release the killing gas to drive the soldiers away. However, faced with the deaths of three of her animals, Matriarch made the choice that they stood no chance against the men’s war and they hid in the forest. As they held to survival during the war, she gathered a good number of the Anamalia creatures together. The war moved on, apparently killing or chasing away all the humans in that country.
After the human war was over, the hybrids (and a number of surviving natural animals) inherited the land. Matriarch and all her followers settled in a rural abandoned town that came to be known as the “Warren”. After nearly 40 years of ruling, Rancor discovered his mother had been poisoned. Rancor wanted to become a great leader just like his mother, but the actual choosing of a leader was delayed, as the Council of Elders and the deputy, Enlighten, debated for a long while. During this anarchy, Rancor and his two closest friends, Gambit, who was similar to a lemur, and Cowardice, a hoofed rabbit, began to campaign for leader. It turned out, though, that Rancor was not chosen to leader. Instead, it was Sanctuary, the Captain of the Guard who was the rule the Warren.
After Enlighten and some of the guards left the Warren to spread their population, Rancor made his move. Rancor gathered together a pack of followers who admired him and rebelled against Sanctuary. Sanctuary and those who refused to leave his side were chased away. Rancor had taken over the Warren and exiled or killed any non-mammals remaining in the Warren (even those who at first were allied with him). Under his rule, a combination of unfortunate natural events and poor planning lead the Warren to fall into ruin. Rancor, however, would not allow animals to leave, insisting that the Warren is their only true home. To make matters worse, his former-friend Gambit began publicly rebelling against him. Even though Gambit was frequently beaten before the Warren by the elite animals, he continued to backstab Rancor. Rancor was unwilling to kill him, still wanting him as a friend. He strived to keep the Warren strong, even in the face of opposition and Sanctuary and his “rouges” frequently attempting to usurp his throne.
Sample Post:
“This is not the Warren,” Rancor’s voice came quietly.
The large-fanged beast was stalking through the jungle. His green eyes were lidded and his ears were drawn back in discontent. However, he did not feel the need to fear. Rancor did not fear, but he was greatly confused by his current predicament. The unnaturally gigantic cat rarely felt a need to fear for his life because he was just that, unnaturally gigantic. Rancor was occasionally made aware that his age was catching up with him, but he was still more than enough for the majority of the animals he was used to. Solid shoulder muscles rocked up and down at the beast quietly slid through the choking vegetation.
“I must be far away. The climate is not right,” He pondered out loud.
Rancor came to a stop in a clearing. He did not like the thick plants. At the Warren, it was more open, with only decaying buildings to obscure his vision. Even the hilly forest surrounding the town was not nearly as thick. This did not even touch upon the disturbingly high humidity. Fear was something that didn’t occur to him, but the large cat was beginning to become stressed. Starting to pant, he lowered his body and lay down. Rancor took a moment to rest. He moved his graying muzzle to lick at his paws in a mixture of discontent and boredom.
“Only a man could transport an animal so far away. They are more unnatural than I previously believed – I did not detect even the slightest smell of them anywhere near my territory,” Rancor rumbled, “It must be gun-men.”
Age: 85
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: OC
Personality:
Rancor is one of silent intimidation. Unlike other tyrants, he will not threaten you directly, but only with his mere presence and voice. He is a king before he is a warrior, and rarely partakes in killing. However, he constantly holds the confidante and demeanor that suggests he could destroy his challengers. Typically, he’s low key and appears almost disinterested in everything around him. He can lose his temper with certain types, raise his voice and even become violent. Rancor will never admit a fault of his own and is quick to pick out a whipping man to lay blame on. As a leader, he looks out for the better of the entire group and strictly believes that one may be sacrificed for the good of many. Rancor is a Darwinist and often demeaning of other animal races, especially non-mammals. But he is lenient in who he gives chances to. He uses judgmental words and beatings to motivate his men to become stronger. Rancor likes it when others try to impress him. Once he accepts someone, he’s very polite, albeit in a militaristic sense, referring to his followers as “gentlemen” or “gentlewomen”. He becomes disappointed once he must sever ties and is a bit too eager to accept traitors if he respected them in the past.
Appearance:
Rancor is a massive feline who is close to weighing half a ton and is 7.5 feet long (minus tail). He is of a race of animal hybrids created by a gene-splicing project, collectively just referred to as the Anamalia. His short fur is red and decorated with tiger stripes. The cat’s body is very solid and nearly rectangular in shape. Both his front and hind legs are very thick and muscular. His back is slightly hunched. His tail is long with a white tip. Rancor’s face resembles a lynx more than a tiger (save different skull proportions due to his scale). His muzzle is very long. Two saber teeth hang from his upper jaw and he has two dew claws on each of his front paws. There’s a missing notch in his right ear. His green eyes are those of a domestic house cat.
Brief History:
Rancor is a product of a daring genetics project, Project Anamalia. He was the spawn of the first generation of hybrid creatures, who were named by the scientists with a number and the letter “P” (for “prototype”) – Matriarch (P1) and Comet (P5). Rancor was among a group that were dubbed the “masterpieces” of the gene splicing project who were the offspring of two first-generation animals. These creatures were named by a number and an “A” (for “Anamalia”). Rancor happened to be A8, but he ripped off his identification tag, leaving the big notch in his ear.
A war struck the country and the Project was bought out by the military. The creatures were subjected to tests to prove their usefulness in war and it was discovered that they were all close to immune to toxic gas that was able to take out thousands of troops. However, Rancor’s mother, Matriarch, rallied the animals that were being held in one small base and broke free. Matriarch headed the small brigade of animals and decided to enact revenge upon the “gun-men”. Rancor blazed a trail through the battlegrounds and helped make it possible to release the killing gas to drive the soldiers away. However, faced with the deaths of three of her animals, Matriarch made the choice that they stood no chance against the men’s war and they hid in the forest. As they held to survival during the war, she gathered a good number of the Anamalia creatures together. The war moved on, apparently killing or chasing away all the humans in that country.
After the human war was over, the hybrids (and a number of surviving natural animals) inherited the land. Matriarch and all her followers settled in a rural abandoned town that came to be known as the “Warren”. After nearly 40 years of ruling, Rancor discovered his mother had been poisoned. Rancor wanted to become a great leader just like his mother, but the actual choosing of a leader was delayed, as the Council of Elders and the deputy, Enlighten, debated for a long while. During this anarchy, Rancor and his two closest friends, Gambit, who was similar to a lemur, and Cowardice, a hoofed rabbit, began to campaign for leader. It turned out, though, that Rancor was not chosen to leader. Instead, it was Sanctuary, the Captain of the Guard who was the rule the Warren.
After Enlighten and some of the guards left the Warren to spread their population, Rancor made his move. Rancor gathered together a pack of followers who admired him and rebelled against Sanctuary. Sanctuary and those who refused to leave his side were chased away. Rancor had taken over the Warren and exiled or killed any non-mammals remaining in the Warren (even those who at first were allied with him). Under his rule, a combination of unfortunate natural events and poor planning lead the Warren to fall into ruin. Rancor, however, would not allow animals to leave, insisting that the Warren is their only true home. To make matters worse, his former-friend Gambit began publicly rebelling against him. Even though Gambit was frequently beaten before the Warren by the elite animals, he continued to backstab Rancor. Rancor was unwilling to kill him, still wanting him as a friend. He strived to keep the Warren strong, even in the face of opposition and Sanctuary and his “rouges” frequently attempting to usurp his throne.
Sample Post:
“This is not the Warren,” Rancor’s voice came quietly.
The large-fanged beast was stalking through the jungle. His green eyes were lidded and his ears were drawn back in discontent. However, he did not feel the need to fear. Rancor did not fear, but he was greatly confused by his current predicament. The unnaturally gigantic cat rarely felt a need to fear for his life because he was just that, unnaturally gigantic. Rancor was occasionally made aware that his age was catching up with him, but he was still more than enough for the majority of the animals he was used to. Solid shoulder muscles rocked up and down at the beast quietly slid through the choking vegetation.
“I must be far away. The climate is not right,” He pondered out loud.
Rancor came to a stop in a clearing. He did not like the thick plants. At the Warren, it was more open, with only decaying buildings to obscure his vision. Even the hilly forest surrounding the town was not nearly as thick. This did not even touch upon the disturbingly high humidity. Fear was something that didn’t occur to him, but the large cat was beginning to become stressed. Starting to pant, he lowered his body and lay down. Rancor took a moment to rest. He moved his graying muzzle to lick at his paws in a mixture of discontent and boredom.
“Only a man could transport an animal so far away. They are more unnatural than I previously believed – I did not detect even the slightest smell of them anywhere near my territory,” Rancor rumbled, “It must be gun-men.”
