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Figures, the first time a group opens with mainly powerful female characters, and I make a boy. First Olum character ever made tho?

I am rp group trashhh

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Name: Esco

Species: Lynx

Gender: Male

Rank: Oluman

Age: Four years

Genetics: Ear tufts [AA] large paws [AA] heavy coat [Aa] golden eyes [Aa] dark coat ticking [Aa]

Physical Description: As a lynx, Esco is on the smallish end of the medium-sized cat spectrum. He is small in stature, but is built thickly, with strong legs, large paws, a blocky head, and powerful shoulders. His tail is short, more of a bob than anything. Shaggy, thick fur covers his whole body—necessary for surviving the hard winters of the north. He has large ears with tufts, and long cheek fur. His eyes are a piercing amber-gold.

Personality:

Quiet. Esco is a very silent creature on many levels. Not only does he move silently, but he also rarely speaks. He is pretty antisocial, only associating himself with a group for his greater benefit, and doesn’t like to talk just for the sake of talking. That being said, if he ever has something to say, it is usually pretty important. He doesn’t like to draw attention to himself, which is good because in such a matriarchal society, he is scorned as a male.

Tough. He is a survivor. If there’s one thing Esco does well, it’s persevere. He does not give up easily, and is toughened against many hard circumstances and conditions. It takes a lot to bring Esco down because he has spent so long building himself up against hardship. He is almost too tenacious sometimes, continuing with a task or goal even when it presents a serious risk to himself or others. He is also hardened off against verbal teasing, goading, or the like. He rarely, if ever, lets his emotions get the better of him.

Mistrusting. Esco does not trust easily. In fact, most of the times he is suspicious of others. He always assumes that, unless proven otherwise, others are only out to use him and take advantage of him. He sleeps with one eye open around everyone he doesn’t know. And especially with the Olum, he knows they are a hard group, and will do whatever it takes to ensure their personal survival. He doesn’t blame them—he would probably do the same.

Loyal. However, if you ever do manage to fight your way past the six feet of crap between you and his more trusting side, Esco is a fiercely loyal friend. He is big on debts—if you ever help him out, he will stick by you until he is able to repay you in some way. If you save his life, he will be determined to save yours. He lives by a general code of honor, which involves paying others back and never betraying his friends.

Smart. Esco is quite clever. He has a keen mind for battle and warfare especially, and if given the chance, he could be one of the foremost battle strategists of the Olum. He is also just intelligent in general. He knows when to speak out and when to shut up. He knows when to fight and when to run. He knows when to kill and when not to. He knows how to size up an opponent and pinpoint weaknesses. He tries to keep a low profile on how smart he is, but he is really rather sharp-minded.

Background:

Esco did not start off as one of the Oluman. Up until he was three years old, he never even knew the Olum existed. Instead, he was born to a pair of loners—two lynxes who lived far up in the northlands and rarely had contact with any other cat. When he was born, it was a particularly harsh winter. He was the only kit of his litter to survive.

He spent his first number of months with his parents, but he matured very fast. By the time he was only nine months old, he felt that he was better off on his own. He had always been a loner by nature, and his parents never fostered a loving family relationship with Esco. So they let him go, and he was glad to. He was able to hunt and fend for himself, though not well at first, but gradually honed his skills as a loner. He enjoyed the solitude.

Once, in the forests of the north, he encountered a wolverine that was scavenging a caribou carcass. Hungry and beginning to feel desperate for food after a long winter, Esco tried to engage the wolverine and win himself a meal. But the wolverine was much stronger and angrier than Esco anticipated, and it would have killed him if it wasn’t for Conan—a puma that came to his rescue. Conan was able to fight off the wolverine and save Esco’s life. Esco felt grudgingly indebted to this stranger, and resolved to pay him back for saving his life. The two became traveling companions.

Over time, Conan and Esco became fast friends. Conan was like the brother Esco never had, and he was everything Esco wasn’t: outgoing, charismatic, loud, and friendly. The two spent two years together, cris-crossing the northlands as the seasons changed. Conan became the first one—and the only—that Esco would ever willingly trust with his life.

However, before long, the Olum moved into the pair’s normal stomping grounds. At first, they tried to keep their distance, because who knew what these strange cats were about. They kept out of their way and under the radar… at least for a while. When the Olum found out that there were a pair of loners on the outskirts of their territory, they sent a party out to investigate. The Oluman ambushed Conan and Esco, and the two loners were no match for the Olum warriors. Esco and Conan tried to run, but Conan wasn’t quick enough. One of the Olum caught his unprotected back and took him down.

Esco would have leaped to his aid, but he was st0pped by Crygga, an Olum tigress. She, impressed and amused by his scrappy fury, captured him and brought him back as her personal slave. Esco never got to see if Conan lived or died, but assumed the worst. In Olum, Esco was treated badly by Crygga for several months before the tigress was killed in battle for foolishly challenging the Matriarch. After that, Esco was technically free, but he chose to become an Oluman. It is curious why he stayed, for deep down he hates the Olum and what they stand for—they took Conan from him and made him a slave. But at the same time, there is a certain security in being with a group as fierce as the Olum. So he buries his hatred and walks in lockstep with the rest of the Olum cats, doing as he is told and fighting their fights. If other opportunities arise, Esco may not be an Oluman forever, but for the time being, Esco has decided to stay.

Skills and Statistics:

Tactics: 8

Endurance: 9

Speed: 6

Strength: 4

Defense: 5

Attack: 5

Esco is very hardy—he has great stamina and can keep going for a long time (traveling, fighting, running, training, etc). His endurance is his most valuable quality. Most others will tire out before he does. He also has a quick mind, and tactics are his next best asset. It’s what makes him a good fighter, because otherwise, being on the small side of a medium breed, he doesn’t have a lot of power behind his attacks. But, he is also pretty quick on his paws and most of his fighting style involves keeping out of pawsreach of his opponents as much as possible.

Extra Information:

Though he is normally cold, he has a surprising soft spot for youngsters and kits.

He does not like killing. Though he is part of a tribe where killing of all sorts is tied closely to their way of life, Esco doesn’t like it. He mostly doesn’t like killing other cats, but he also doesn’t like to kill humans. Unlike other Oluman, he prefers wild game over human flesh.

He loves the snow and feels much more comfortable with its cold touch under his paws.

He cannot climb trees. But he can and does swim well.

Mentors and Apprentices: Esco learned most on his own, or picking things up from Conan. No one wanted to take him under their wing. He has also never mentored anyone.

Roleplay Tracker: None yet

Art Tracker: None yet

Total deni: 0

Family:

Parents: Skoll | Father | Alive | Location unknown | NPC

Yena | Mother | Alive | Location unknown | NPC

Siblings: Rurik (brother)

Mate: None

Cubs: None

Other: Conan | Close friend | Unknown—assumed dead | NPC (though possibly open for roleplay)

Relationships: None yet

Roleplay Example:

Outside the Ferox camp, the woods were quiet. It was barely after dawn and dew still covered the ground, gathering in jewel-like clumps on leaves and blades of grass. The early morning sun, dappling down through the trees, cast everything in a warm, lovely glow--something that was unfortunately lost on Callisto.
The blind leopard stood among the trees, the fur on her paws wet from dew. She stood still, ears swiveling to catch every minute sound and nostrils flaring to catch barely traceable scents. After a moment, she started forward, walking deeper into the trees. I've been here for weeks now, she told herself. I should be able to find my way around for Jove's sake. She picked up her pace until she was trotting through the trees, aiming in a wide arc around camp. She counted the steps in her head, ducking and weaving around the trees she knew where there.
She jumped forward into a lope, her tail streaming behind her and her piebald fur looking as dappled as the wet earth under her paws. Yes! I can do this! she thought with an edge of smug pride before her paw caught on a root.
She pitched forward into a tumble, rolling to an abrupt stop against the trunk of a tree. She grunted as the air gusted from her lungs, leaving her to lie there and pant. She muttered a curse to herself. Gods dammit. Her paw throbbed and ached, but not as much as her pride. Hopefully no one saw that.

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Description

Figures, the first time a group opens with mainly powerful female characters, and I make a boy. First Olum character ever made tho?

I am rp group trashhh

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Name: Esco

Species: Lynx

Gender: Male

Rank: Oluman

Age: Four years

Genetics: Ear tufts [AA] large paws [AA] heavy coat [Aa] golden eyes [Aa] dark coat ticking [Aa]

Physical Description: As a lynx, Esco is on the smallish end of the medium-sized cat spectrum. He is small in stature, but is built thickly, with strong legs, large paws, a blocky head, and powerful shoulders. His tail is short, more of a bob than anything. Shaggy, thick fur covers his whole body—necessary for surviving the hard winters of the north. He has large ears with tufts, and long cheek fur. His eyes are a piercing amber-gold.

Personality:

Quiet. Esco is a very silent creature on many levels. Not only does he move silently, but he also rarely speaks. He is pretty antisocial, only associating himself with a group for his greater benefit, and doesn’t like to talk just for the sake of talking. That being said, if he ever has something to say, it is usually pretty important. He doesn’t like to draw attention to himself, which is good because in such a matriarchal society, he is scorned as a male.

Tough. He is a survivor. If there’s one thing Esco does well, it’s persevere. He does not give up easily, and is toughened against many hard circumstances and conditions. It takes a lot to bring Esco down because he has spent so long building himself up against hardship. He is almost too tenacious sometimes, continuing with a task or goal even when it presents a serious risk to himself or others. He is also hardened off against verbal teasing, goading, or the like. He rarely, if ever, lets his emotions get the better of him.

Mistrusting. Esco does not trust easily. In fact, most of the times he is suspicious of others. He always assumes that, unless proven otherwise, others are only out to use him and take advantage of him. He sleeps with one eye open around everyone he doesn’t know. And especially with the Olum, he knows they are a hard group, and will do whatever it takes to ensure their personal survival. He doesn’t blame them—he would probably do the same.

Loyal. However, if you ever do manage to fight your way past the six feet of crap between you and his more trusting side, Esco is a fiercely loyal friend. He is big on debts—if you ever help him out, he will stick by you until he is able to repay you in some way. If you save his life, he will be determined to save yours. He lives by a general code of honor, which involves paying others back and never betraying his friends.

Smart. Esco is quite clever. He has a keen mind for battle and warfare especially, and if given the chance, he could be one of the foremost battle strategists of the Olum. He is also just intelligent in general. He knows when to speak out and when to shut up. He knows when to fight and when to run. He knows when to kill and when not to. He knows how to size up an opponent and pinpoint weaknesses. He tries to keep a low profile on how smart he is, but he is really rather sharp-minded.

Background:

Esco did not start off as one of the Oluman. Up until he was three years old, he never even knew the Olum existed. Instead, he was born to a pair of loners—two lynxes who lived far up in the northlands and rarely had contact with any other cat. When he was born, it was a particularly harsh winter. He was the only kit of his litter to survive.

He spent his first number of months with his parents, but he matured very fast. By the time he was only nine months old, he felt that he was better off on his own. He had always been a loner by nature, and his parents never fostered a loving family relationship with Esco. So they let him go, and he was glad to. He was able to hunt and fend for himself, though not well at first, but gradually honed his skills as a loner. He enjoyed the solitude.

Once, in the forests of the north, he encountered a wolverine that was scavenging a caribou carcass. Hungry and beginning to feel desperate for food after a long winter, Esco tried to engage the wolverine and win himself a meal. But the wolverine was much stronger and angrier than Esco anticipated, and it would have killed him if it wasn’t for Conan—a puma that came to his rescue. Conan was able to fight off the wolverine and save Esco’s life. Esco felt grudgingly indebted to this stranger, and resolved to pay him back for saving his life. The two became traveling companions.

Over time, Conan and Esco became fast friends. Conan was like the brother Esco never had, and he was everything Esco wasn’t: outgoing, charismatic, loud, and friendly. The two spent two years together, cris-crossing the northlands as the seasons changed. Conan became the first one—and the only—that Esco would ever willingly trust with his life.

However, before long, the Olum moved into the pair’s normal stomping grounds. At first, they tried to keep their distance, because who knew what these strange cats were about. They kept out of their way and under the radar… at least for a while. When the Olum found out that there were a pair of loners on the outskirts of their territory, they sent a party out to investigate. The Oluman ambushed Conan and Esco, and the two loners were no match for the Olum warriors. Esco and Conan tried to run, but Conan wasn’t quick enough. One of the Olum caught his unprotected back and took him down.

Esco would have leaped to his aid, but he was st0pped by Crygga, an Olum tigress. She, impressed and amused by his scrappy fury, captured him and brought him back as her personal slave. Esco never got to see if Conan lived or died, but assumed the worst. In Olum, Esco was treated badly by Crygga for several months before the tigress was killed in battle for foolishly challenging the Matriarch. After that, Esco was technically free, but he chose to become an Oluman. It is curious why he stayed, for deep down he hates the Olum and what they stand for—they took Conan from him and made him a slave. But at the same time, there is a certain security in being with a group as fierce as the Olum. So he buries his hatred and walks in lockstep with the rest of the Olum cats, doing as he is told and fighting their fights. If other opportunities arise, Esco may not be an Oluman forever, but for the time being, Esco has decided to stay.

Skills and Statistics:

Tactics: 8

Endurance: 9

Speed: 6

Strength: 4

Defense: 5

Attack: 5

Esco is very hardy—he has great stamina and can keep going for a long time (traveling, fighting, running, training, etc). His endurance is his most valuable quality. Most others will tire out before he does. He also has a quick mind, and tactics are his next best asset. It’s what makes him a good fighter, because otherwise, being on the small side of a medium breed, he doesn’t have a lot of power behind his attacks. But, he is also pretty quick on his paws and most of his fighting style involves keeping out of pawsreach of his opponents as much as possible.

Extra Information:

Though he is normally cold, he has a surprising soft spot for youngsters and kits.

He does not like killing. Though he is part of a tribe where killing of all sorts is tied closely to their way of life, Esco doesn’t like it. He mostly doesn’t like killing other cats, but he also doesn’t like to kill humans. Unlike other Oluman, he prefers wild game over human flesh.

He loves the snow and feels much more comfortable with its cold touch under his paws.

He cannot climb trees. But he can and does swim well.

Mentors and Apprentices: Esco learned most on his own, or picking things up from Conan. No one wanted to take him under their wing. He has also never mentored anyone.

Roleplay Tracker: None yet

Art Tracker: None yet

Total deni: 0

Family:

Parents: Skoll | Father | Alive | Location unknown | NPC

Yena | Mother | Alive | Location unknown | NPC

Siblings: Rurik (brother)

Mate: None

Cubs: None

Other: Conan | Close friend | Unknown—assumed dead | NPC (though possibly open for roleplay)

Relationships: None yet

Roleplay Example:

Outside the Ferox camp, the woods were quiet. It was barely after dawn and dew still covered the ground, gathering in jewel-like clumps on leaves and blades of grass. The early morning sun, dappling down through the trees, cast everything in a warm, lovely glow--something that was unfortunately lost on Callisto.
The blind leopard stood among the trees, the fur on her paws wet from dew. She stood still, ears swiveling to catch every minute sound and nostrils flaring to catch barely traceable scents. After a moment, she started forward, walking deeper into the trees. I've been here for weeks now, she told herself. I should be able to find my way around for Jove's sake. She picked up her pace until she was trotting through the trees, aiming in a wide arc around camp. She counted the steps in her head, ducking and weaving around the trees she knew where there.
She jumped forward into a lope, her tail streaming behind her and her piebald fur looking as dappled as the wet earth under her paws. Yes! I can do this! she thought with an edge of smug pride before her paw caught on a root.
She pitched forward into a tumble, rolling to an abrupt stop against the trunk of a tree. She grunted as the air gusted from her lungs, leaving her to lie there and pant. She muttered a curse to herself. Gods dammit. Her paw throbbed and ached, but not as much as her pride. Hopefully no one saw that.

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