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Animalia - REBOOTED

Actually responding today, whoops

Animalia - REBOOTED

uhoh new bastard dropped
anyway i'll get to typing my reply

Hiro Kimura

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Name: Hiro Kimura
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Queer
Age: 22
Species: Panthera Uncia (snow leopard)
Diet: Carnivore
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 177 lbs

Physique:As a feline, Hiro is lithe. Though, he's a bit underweight for his size.

Appearance:
Tall and unemotive, Hiro embodies the cool indifference of a big cat with his relaxed posture and tendency to stare. Though, he carries himself with no air of pride. His eyes, which are usually half-lidded, are pale blue in color. His body is covered in dense, mottled gray fur. It is especially long on his scalp, chest, stomach, and tail. As a snow leopard, Hiro's fur possesses dark gray rosette spots. He has also inherited very large, flat paws. He finds their size rather irritating in day-to-day life. Because he can still sheath his claws within his furry mits, he keeps them extremely sharp- this is mostly out of habit and paranoia. His hair is almost mane-like in appearance, but that is mostly because he refuses to tame it.

Once a beast with true physical prowess, poor life choices have left Hiro weaker as he now tries to recover. He is visibly tired at almost all times with his droopy, almost sour face. Sometimes he lets his massive tail drag on the ground. It is almost as long as he is tall at an impressive 5'7. Though gaunt in some places under his fur, he still is a carnivore with a natural tendency to bulk up. The process has slowed due to dietary changes, but is there nonetheless. Hopefully, a healthy shine to his coat and muscular frame will return within the next coming months. He has a distinct distaste for most clothing. He is a walking insulator and does not need any more layers on his body. He will wear shorts for modesty, even in the dead of winter. Undershirts if he's going somewhere that requires it. Because of his irregularly shaped paws, Hiro only wears open-toed shoes.

Personality:
In perhaps the most ironic turn of events, Hiro has found that managing his predatory instincts is quite easy if he stays in touch with his other animalistic traits. Grooming, scratching, climbing- it may be considered rude (or its plain weird), but he does it all anyway to manage stress. He has virtually no prey drive aside from the occasional urge to chase fast objects and prefers to keep it that way. He is completely comfortable around herbivores in a physical sense…though they may be wary of him due to his brooding nature. Still, Hiro secretly harbors jealousy towards herbivores. He sees being a carnivore as a huge hassle. Something about herbivores is so…infuriating. He wishes he could be as graceful and tolerated as them.

Hiro is very reserved, but is not entirely averse to social interaction. As a snow leopard, perhaps the comfort in solitude is just part of his instincts- not an uncommon trait seen in many felines. People are not his favorite, but he doesn't hate them. He puts an effort to keep in mind that his fellow living beings are just as sapient as he is. It helps keep him grounded. Empathetic, but jaded from trying to be a people pleaser, Hiro can and will be rude if the time calls for it. He has little patience and is surprisingly impulsive. He can and will leave or ignore people who bother him, as he is apathetic towards people's perception of who he is. So long as he isn't seen as some dangerous criminal, he does not care and would rather be left alone. This means that he is severely lacking in the social department. Commitment does scare him a bit- managing a relationship (platonic or not) along with his personal life seems impossible at the moment. He has no idea how to properly socialize and has settled on short flings.

Backstory:
He'd always been a city boy from New York. Growing up, Hiro was quite different. As a youngster he was a shy, studious kid. He was very used to keeping himself occupied because his mother was a busy woman, and his older sister had her own life. To stave off his boredom, he often did after school extracurriculars like chess or book club. Despite being a predator cut out for sports, he always enjoyed more intellectually stimulating activities. In a way, he also felt as if it made him less intimidating. It fed into the childlike perception that he would always be the friendly, quiet big cat who people could rely on. After all, appealing to the herbivores was how carnivores were successful. This was a mindset that would die hard.

Hiro started eating meat in high school, and continued to do so throughout college. It was his sister that brought him to the black market for the first time. His teenage angst was getting to him, so she did what she could to try and keep his instincts manageable. Hiro was getting closer to adulthood, and all adult carnivores snuck a little bit of meat every so often to keep themselves sane. He was no different. Perhaps because of his early exposure to it, he never felt any real moral issues with consuming herbivore meat. It was a necessity, and it wasn't like he was killing anybody for it. Nobody was actually getting killed, it was just the natural way of things. At least, that was how Hiro reasoned with it as a teenager.

It was in his late teens did the snow leopard finally start coming out of his shell. He was a teacher's pet throughout his academic career, as he needed good grades to qualify for a scholarship to go to college. He knew his mother couldn't afford to send him without it. Once he did make the scholarship, he relaxed a bit before the semester started making friends- he was surprisingly popular amongst his peers. This was probably the most happy period of his life. He longs for things to be simple like that again.

Hiro started college with a hectic but strong start. He enjoyed the newfound independence and was actually growing a social life. Unfortunately, this would lead to his downfall. He got too close to his roommate that was destined to drag him down with him. Soon enough, Hiro found himself getting pulled into all sorts of back-alley deals in the black market. His scholarship would also be revoked after his second semester due to drug-related charges. Now in debt and with a record, he dropped out at age 19 to pursue work to pay off what he could- and maybe fund a few unhealthy habits he picked up along the way.

It was a downward spiral until he was about 21. Hiro spent his time being spiteful to the world and joining a gang of ruffians. Though, they were less of a gang and more of a syndicate that only seemed to grow in power with each passing day. Hiro didn’t bother much with the semantics of it, but they paid him well to get his hands dirty. He’d only just gotten used to the feeling of beating people in back allies when he decided to stop. It was part of why he stopped, actually. That, and the absolute shiver that ran down his spine the first time he snapped a person’s neck. It was some tough guy who was just as much of a scumbag as him. He had an empathetic epiphany at that moment. Without a word, he turned around and left.

Hiro slunk in the shadows. Even now he keeps a low profile, hoping nobody from that old gang bothers with trying to drag him back. He has been back to university in EU to pursue computer science, resuming where he left off and is now in the midst of his second year of schooling. He is anxious, the work is overwhelming, and quitting meat is making him lethargic. Nonetheless, he feels…somewhat optimistic.

Class:lower

Occupation:
Former bodyguard for The Elite
General hooligan and petty criminal
Freelance software engineer

Relationships:
None that matter anymore.

Hex code
87CEFA

Animalia - REBOOTED

Pascal "Dolly" Harper

Location: Subway entrance -> Platform
Mentions: @Lumiere
Interactions: Open

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Getting to the subway was a cinch- for anybody else except Dolly. It was the morning rush hour, so every walkway was positively bursting with animals bustling about. At least with being small he could squeeze through tight crevices and openings, allowing him to hop between spaces in the crowd. The downside was having to avoid being stepped on. It was a game he’d been playing for a couple years now, though- he was practically a natural. What was he supposed to do about it, grow an extra foot in height? He would’ve if he could’ve. For now he was content with his lack of stature. Being small wasn’t so bad! Food was pretty cheap, and usually people didn’t bother him (usually because they barely noticed he was there). While continuing his journey, something caught his attention. Now, in New York, it was customary to mind your damn business. He was caught off guard when somebody said something to him- did they, like, need help or something? He didn't quite catch what was said…probably due to being tired.

"Huh?"

Dolly looked to both sides and saw nothing. Damn, gone already? In fact, he didn't even notice that the rabbit was almost pushed into him. Must've not been that important. Okay, then… Back to business as usual. The stairs he was approaching were arguably the worst part about taking the train. Well, at least he didn’t need to go up them this time. Clutching a hand to one of the rails, the mouse hopped down from one step after another, acutely aware of masking just how much he needed to breathe. Seriously, who gets winded going down half a flight of stairs? He did. He was recuperating by the edge of the landing for a second. His foot was halfway to the next step when there was a heavy thud against his back.

Apparently it's hard to use a tail as a counterweight while holding it to your chest. With a reflexive squeak, Dolly was sent tumbling down the stairs. A mostly off-white whirl of fuzz. Thankfully, it wasn't too far down until he knocked into the legs of some other person. They, surprised by being hit with a mouse, turned to get a look at what happened.

“You okay?"

Dolly didn't answer. Instead he pulled himself up and tried to ignore the lingering gaze of passerby. He was fine. He'd been through worse. Sure, his shoulder ached a bit and his nose was twitching with reckless abandon, but he was fine.

"You should be more careful there, little…uh, mouse.”

“I’m not that little-" He said this as he dusted off his sweater, but by then they were already gone. That was New York hospitality, baby!

Dolly was left feeling a little bit more dejected than usual on a subway platform entrance. Despite how crowded it was, he was surprisingly empty. He clenched his pink paws together in silent frustration. Cool. He could feel the pressure before the wind whipped his face. All thanks to the whiskers on his cheeks (which he needed to take a second to smoothen out). The train was going to arrive in 3, 2, 1…and he watched expectantly as the hunk of metal pulled into the station. At least he wasn't too late to catch the goddamn train.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Renn Raven

Name: Renn Raven

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 19

Species: Caracal

Diet: Carnivore

Height: 5'1

Weight:

Physique: Lanky and lean

Appearance: Renn is slim and slight, even for a caracal. She's shorter than is typical of her species; with a light tan coat, light cream, almost white, coloured paws and the usual darker markings above her eyebrows - one of which is pierced with a simple silver barbell. Her ear tufts are dark, long and well maintained and both ears are pierced with a variety of studs, hoops and chains. Her style is casual and simple - consisting of hoodies, t shirts and jeans in various shades of black and grey and adorned with rips, threadbare patches, studs and chains.

Personality: Renn is feisty and firey. She refuses to take shit and be pushed around which was gotten her into trouble more times than she can count. She has a lot of pent up energy and can be unfocused and easily distracted at times but as soon as she steps into the ring it's as if a switch is flipped. She is focused, determined and disciplined - training as often as she can get away with in both boxing and mixed martial arts. She is fiercly loyal, and the few friends she has are ride or die.

History: Renn grew up an orphan. Her mother died before her first birthday and her father disappeared without a trace shortly after. Shes never really made the effort to find him, although now and then she gets curious - wondering who he is. She lived in the system up until her 18th birthday, bouncing around foster families and group homes without sticking anywhere until she was aged out and left to fend for herself. She did well enough in school to attend university - determined to carve her own place out in the world.

Class:Working

Occupation:

Relationships:

Speech Color Code: BlueViolet

@GreysonEA

small floppa?

Animalia - REBOOTED

Might post tonight

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on the topic of cringe i had to make this for class

Hider

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@Appalo
man just fuckin' uwu'd me

do I uwu back? Embrace the cringe?

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@Appalo
oh hello there

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starter down!

if anybody wants to interact, ping me lol. For now I'm heading to bed

Animalia - REBOOTED

Pascal "Dolly" Harper

Location: Apartment -> City streets -> Approaching Subway
Mentions: None
Interactions: Open

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The mouse had been up for an hour already, anxiously waiting with his phone clutched between his paws. Today, he and his friend had planned to take a tour of Eukary University some time in the morning. After all, they’d both applied (and were accepted) into the next semester. The news refreshed Dolly’s moxie, as he now walked with the pep in his step that initially vanished years ago. Sometimes he’d clutch the letter and delightfully squeak into his pillow. It was a nice change of pace. Just last year, he would’ve seen going to university as one of those impossibilities of his life. Now he had an actual shot at leaving this hellhole.

His apartment- well, it wasn’t really his. He was only one of the roommates, and the place certainly had character… Chipped paint, busted door knobs, squeaky floorboard. The whole shabang! Sure, it wasn’t the Ritz, but it sure as hell beat couch-surfing after kicking himself out of his ex boyfriend’s place. Ugh, what a creep. Dolly hopped out of his bed and onto said squeaky floorboards. They didn’t creak nearly as much for him due to his sheer lack of stature. Like the saying went, quiet as a mouse. He padded to a dresser, eyes still glued to his phone while his nose twitched in anticipation. He’d just received a message saying that they should meet up at one of the coffee shops on campus. He responded with an enthusiastic “sounds perfect :3”.

Dolly pulled on a mint colored sweater. His wardrobe consisted mostly of pastels since they went well with his white fur. He was never one for over the top patterns, though. It was a smidge big on him, but her slightly baggy look was part of his aesthetic at this point. Finding clothes that fit snugly were a rarity unless he shopped in the kid’s section. He found that stuff rarely fit his style. After changing into actual clothes, the mouse carefully squeezed out of his room and into the hallway. Truly, his room was less of a living space and more of an oversized closet remodeled to fit a small animal. Rent was cheaper for him, at least.

Tip-toeing down the hall to avoid waking his two other roommates up, Dolly hurried towards the bathroom door. He decided against breakfast since he was going to a cafe with a friend. Wow, he was actually going to hang out with somebody- and what made it better that it wasn’t at a bar! He was tired of getting shitfaced at two in the morning. It was expensive. He’d actually put in an effort to establish a somewhat coherent sleeping schedule. He was going to need one for school, after all. The mouse vanished inside of the bathroom. It certainly was not built for his size and the light buzzed a bit too loudly, but he could manage. He hopped to grab his toothbrush from by the sink. It was pink and had some cartoon characters on it. Kid’s toothbrush from the corner store down the street- but hey, it worked.

Dolly was successfully out the door in ten minutes. Now was the hardest part of his journey, which was catching the fuckin’ train. He was used to living his life by speed-walking, so rushing was nothing he wasn’t used to. He just had to be careful to not get him or his tail stepped on. It was disproportionally long for a guy his size. He’d made a habit of carrying it when he ran. He also made a habit of walking closer to the inside of the sidewalks. Though traffic in New York was notoriously slow, he felt safer when he was farthest from the roads. One wrong shove and he could be standing in the middle of the street. Getting run over was something he generally tried to avoid when rushing to subway stations.