Onan

[onan]

Your Info;
Your Name: Aqua (Cortney)
Years Role-playing: At least 5 1/2 years
Other Characters: Oreius

Character Info;
Characters Name: Onan
Age: 5 Years
Race: Talking Siberian Tiger
Male or Female: Male
Aslan or Witch's side: Witch's Side

Personality:
Onan's bulk may appear imposing, however, it is his brain that
should be feared. Cold and calculating, Onan will do what it takes to get what he wants, and you should pity anyone who gets in his way. He is above all efficient, expending the least amount
of time and effort to achieve the necessary results.
Onan, however, is a very quiet and thoughtful feline, and when he does speak, it's usually worth listening to. He often sits quietly, deep in thought, and rarely says anything unless he feels he really needs to. He has very strong beliefs and opinions, and sometimes this will get him in trouble with other beings. Especially since he doesn't seem to bother with caring for other creature's feelings, and tells it like he sees it, sparing no thought for others.
He does not take any sort of disrespect lightly and is known to have a short fuse when a situation such as it occurs. Being a feline of his size, his rage is sometimes uncontrollable even against those he chooses to be allies with; making no one safe from his wraith. Rarely would there be a being who could truly calm him down, other than himself.

Description of Physical Being:
Onan's large head is decorated with chocolate brown and coal stripes, surrounding his eyes and winging away from the corners to give him an exotic appearance. The eyes in question are ababy blue, bleeding to a darker blue color toward the pupil. On the crest of Onan's head perch two slightly rounded ears, the same dark coal color that surrounds his eyes. Onan's shaped head ends with his powerful jaws that, when opened, contain several dangerous teeth. A few are dulled and yellowed from five years of wear, but still remain strong enough to cause much damage to an opposing creature.
Strong, broad shoulders lead from the neck and are turned to the back, where his white fur follows the curve of his skeleton. His rather tall but sturdy limbs lead to the large, powerful paws that keep his body steady. His paws graced with long curved claws that are stained by the blood of those he has killed. Even with such a large frame, Onan keeps a rather graceful gait when walking.

History:
Onan was born into the simple life of a tiger. Other than being able to speak, there was nothing special about himself or his family. Like the common male tiger, Onan's father left while Onan and his siblings were still within the confines of their mother's womb. Their mother found a hollow protected by a lot of tall foilage when she gave birth. She felt her cubs would be protected by all the foilage and that it would keep them safe from any danger. For a total of 4 months, Onan and his three sisters remained safe within the confines of the hollow. Then one day while their mother was out hunting, a pack of wolves discovered the hollow and the cubs. Onan managed to find a nice hiding spot beneath a nearby boulder along with one of his younger sisters. The other two cubs however were not as lucky and were quickly killed off by the pack. By the time their mother returned, the body of the other two cubs had been dragged off. Now feeling very unsafe, their mother moved them to a cave a few miles from the White Witch's Palace.
Until the age of 2 years, Onan lead a quiet life. His mother mentored him and his sister, teaching them the ways of the forest. Onan excelled at hunting and did well in his fighting lessons. He proved himself many times over to his mother and other creatures of the forest. He was strong and he was well aware of how to use his strength. In one so young, it usually led to ambitious adventures and foolish choices. However, Onan chose to use his strength to gain some true respect. Leaving his mother and sister, he joined the white witch's army. He was pretty low-ranked which opened him up for pranks and name-calling. Which did occur for quite sometime. His temper, however, soon snapped and let's just say he was left alone afterwards. Over the years he proved himself and moved up through the ranks, becoming notorius for his cold nature and short fuse.
(Yeah, this probably could of been better but I couldn't think up anything good for him. >.> If it's alright I want to think it over and improve it later.)


Role-play Sample (only if you are making a character from scratch and have not posted in Claims):

Snow fell from the heavens, coating the land in a neverending white blanket. The forest was quiet, all the animals within the confines of their warm dens or huddled close together. A small herd of deer shivered against the cold, staying huddled together in the hopes of keeping warm. It had been days since the herd had had a decent meal and all of them were beginning to grow thin with hunger. Their stomachs twisted and turned in the hopes of finding some sort of food. Not too far from them a fern bush lay uncovered and very much alive. It's leaves tempted the deer beckoning towards them. Sure enough they spread out and inched towards it, unaware of what else was laying in wait for them.
Camoflauged by the the fallen snow, a large predator lay a few feet from the fern. It's tail curled and uncurled impatiently while it watched the starved deer inch closer. His round auds perked as he heard the crunch of the snow under the deer's hooves. 'Come on, come closer.' The feline slowly lifted himself revealing dark stripes all over his white pelt. Placing most of his weight into his back paws, the tiger eyed the deer as one came within paws reach. Without any hesitation the tiger pushed forward, lunging himself into the air. His large body crashed into the side of his prey, unbalancing it. It attempted to buck and struggle but the tiger's weight was too much. With little energy left within it, the deer collapsed to the ground. However, Onan kept his claws sheathed and refrained from going for the jugular. 'Such weakness....it's pathetic. There's no reason to kill this creature.' He grumbled something incoherent before getting off of the deer. At first the deer stayed there staring at him with a look of confusion. "Just go." He growled before disappearing through a nearby bush. The deer rose and quickly bolted in the direction it's comrades had disappeared.
'They're all pathetic looking now-a-days. They wouldn't be able to satisfy my hunger for longer than a few hours. No use wasting my time and energy on them.' He thought irritably, his large paws sinking through the snow with each step. 'Might as well head back to the palace before Jadis has my head for being out so long.'

[Aslan]

Accepted!
Wonderful Bio. You will now be known as Onan