Post by White Tiger on Dec 24, 2007 5:00:19 GMT 1
(Sorry, bad picture. I couldn't find a picture on Google so I had to do it myself -.-* Yes, I am aware that one arm is longer than the other)
Name: White Tiger (Usually Tigs or Tiger though.)
Age: 37
Gender: M
Orientation: Everyone always asks this... Let's say, "The way nature intended", eh? (Straight)
Alliance: Light's Nemesis, though is known to switch sides for the right price.
Appearance: White hair with black stripes, black short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans. White tail with stripes. Four-fingered striped paw-hands, retractable claws. Tiger teeth. Paws for feet, same as hands, but no thumbs. Face of a white tiger. Amber eyes. Handsome build, broad shoulders, and an expression that says, "Don't mess with me". (Yes, I am lazy. Sorry for the inadequite description.)
Personality: Tiger? Well, let's not get into loyalty issues here. He's... Well, he's Tiger. The White Tiger. Feared by mortals, respected by gifteds. How long will he live? Who knows? Who cares? To Light's Nemesis, he is a simple pawn in the plans of Souzetsu. To the Saviors, he's an obstacle. Something that must be eliminated. Search and destroy. Simple minds. No strategy. No deception. Just protect the weaklings, destroy the only hope for your life. It's programmed into them. Nothing else.
This is Tiger's mind. A mind reader from the Saviors once tried her powers on him. He saw a dark, twisting vortex of pain and sorrow, and hatred and fear. He was mistaken and sad and paranoid and lonely, but hardly had the slightest hint of these revealed to anyone. On the outside, it's cruel malice and pain. Suffering. Survival of the fittest. It's how he was treated. It's how he'll treat those bastards back.
Sometimes you may gaze up at the stars and wonder, "What if they didn't shine? What if my life was a life of pain and torment, with not even someone to be kind to me?"
Welcome to Tiger's world.
Welcome to hell.
Powers: Stealth. What can I say? He is the ideal spy. He is sneaky, paranoid, and silent in most he says.
1. Climbing. Having paws and claws, and being in build virtually cat-like, he can climb on walls, ceilings, curtains, hang upside down virtually anywhere, you name it. He also has a prehensile tail.
2. Tounge of lies. He is able to talk the voice of an angel or the growl of a devil in his words. He lies soothingly and swiftly with a tounge that can kill the weakminded minutes later. He's always there at peace treaties... With his fingers crossed.
3. Knowledge. Don't expect him to pass an IQ test. He doesn't know squat about that. Nay, he knew the knowledge that was important: how to survive. Dumpster Diving and robbery are always options in his book.
Never underestimate those who don't get straight A's.
Weaknesses: Weaknesses. Such a lovely ring to it. Homo Sapiens are flawed. The flaws of enemies, ah, let's call it the advantages to us, are sweet as honey. No one can stop a train in motion. Weaknesses are like trains. Your feet are glued to the rails when they come.
1. He is paranoid always, even of friends, his doubt can make him have careless mistakes.
2. Fear of the unknown. If he doesn't understand it, he will run or try to kill it.
3. Fear of his dark past, especially his parents (possible plot twist I have in mind)
4. His loyalties lie with whoever he trusts the most, if he trusts anyone at all. If he doesn't trust anyone, he goes for the most power.
5. Light, and witnesses. He likes the dark.
People are so different. Why are we afraid of spiders and the dark, when we should be afraid of serial killers?
History: Running, running, running.
That's all Tiger ever did. And he was so damn sick of it!
Careful to keep his hood on, he yowled, "Help! Help! A crazy murderer is trying to kill me!"
Guns went out. This was a bad neighborhood. Neighborhood, no. Street. No one was a neighbor. If you're supposed to love your neighbor... Then this is a street. They're still obeying Jesus. No one was a neighbor. They were... Aquantiances.
But they feared each other. Right now they were united, getting out pistols and shotguns.
Running, running, running.
BAM! A streetlight beside him zapped with the missed bullet, spraying sparks. Tiger, still in his hooded jacket with gloves on, continued to run, way out of there.
The person chasing him saw all the people with their guns up. He weighed the options. He took off the hood. He looked more normal than Tiger. He put his hands in the air, guns and all. "'Kay," he said slowly. "I give up."
Hands tied behind his back, the fugative walked to the king of the 'hood, the one they called Goldskull, who had a gang and guns. The street didn't mess with him. They were his marines in time of need. They obeyed him, but he didn't supervise over them. He had better things to do.
"Sir," one said as the pulled the mysterious fugative up, "This 'un was trying to shoot another boy runnin' down our street."
Goldskull looked him up and down. "He don't look like much a threat. Throw him in the brig!"
They threw the gunner in a cell by a few others that messed with Goldskull.
The gunner sat down and smiled at the guard. He pointed his fingers at him. "Urk," the guard said as bullets ripped through his flesh.
An energy sword appeared in the prisoner's hands as he ripped through the bars and jumped out a window. "Weaponsmith strikes again," he said as he got truckin'.
Tiger was far out of that small neighbor hood by then. He paused and sat down, leaning on a thrift store. His head rested, and he slept there.
He dreamed about his past.
Tiger had parents that-- Well, he wouldn't like me talking about them. He had a sister that was normal. By normal I mean, not gifted. She became an agent. Tiger joined the Light's Nemesis. No way he was going to protect those that beat him and spit on him and called him cat-boy. In a terrible clash, Tiger killed his sister. He kicked her corpse into a nearby river in disgust. Of all his tormenters, his sister was the worst. He hated her. He was happy to kill her.
He had become a great tool. Useful. He was abused and hated, so he had become a hater of humans.
They will all die at his hands.