Neto - Tainted - done

[ZEBLY]

your information ;;

name ;; [Zebly]
other characters ;; [None Yet]
experience ;; [ I've roleplayed for 4-5 years :3]

character's information ;;

name ;; [Neto (Pronounced Nay-toe)]
age ;; [13 seasons]
gender ;; [Brute]
gang ;; [The Tainted]
rank ;; [Gang member]

quick appearance ;; [ A gangly looking tom with large ears and refined features. A copper colored pelt and cold pale eyes.]

appearance ;; [Neto his a regal looking creature, with well defined mannerisms. His legs and body are proportionally long in respect. He carries the finely chiseled face and distinct features. His fur, is nearly always groomed to perfection, and it's deep red/orange color makes him stand out against the grey and black of the city. His eyes are rather odd, seemingly suck between pale green and gold. He stands tall, with a tail that doubles his body length, and a cold demeanor about him.]

personality ;;

history ;; [ Firstly, Neto doesn't have a horrid past, or anything to blame on his crap of a personality. That's just the way he is. His mother, was a show cat turned street, thriving in the back allies of restaurants and high class homes. His father, was your typical street cat, of the breed and run variety. So when his mother popped out four kits, she was wise enough to have them near humans. Three were taken from her in time. Neto, a horrid little thing even then, was left behind. After all a child couldn't grab you if you were biting and clawing at it. So. His mother raised her only remaining son like any streetcat would - not so great.

She taught him everything he needed to know of course, and when he excelled was all too happy to boot him from her care extra early. He learned for himself after that. Learned that being friendly with others left you with nothing but blubbering friends, but being enemies left you with fearful followers who obeyed commands at the drop of a hat. He kept himself a little band of cats all around, until one by one they got themselves killed. When he was alone again, he set off for the next thing to keep him protected while he schemed. He found Mau and her Crew, and sidled right in.]

skills ;; [- He's a rather Avid hunter]

heritage ;; [ Three Siblings (Unnamed) - Housepets (Status Unknown)

Roche - Mother - Streetcat (Dead)

- Father - Streetcat (Status Unknown) ]

misc. ;;

theme songs ;; [ Love Me Dead - Ludo (bit's and pieces) ]
other information ;; [ He's an Okay fighter, but usually tries to stay out of fights (Doesn't want to ruin his pretty face) ]
where did you hear from us ;; [ www.seven7wolves.proboards.com (SEVEN) I'm Zebly there as well . ]
rp sample ;;

( Post Copyright to myself, under the character Pruett Brodaus of SEVEN )

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[atrb=background,http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g375/Zebly/prumiddle.jpg] Summer meant no school, meant catching up on all the missed work he got because of his "medical condition". Meant taking Margie to the ranches and letting her pet the horsies and riding the trail horses with his extra cash. Most of all, it meant being human. Settled firmly in his human skin, he always felt better here. The wolf was lovely yes, but he couldn't remember his sister, couldn't remember the things he cherished here. Atleast here, in his normal skin he could remember the pack who became his family. He could remember their faces, and more importantly, the scents he could still identify them by here. Today, when a soft breeze rustled across the pastures in the ranches, his sister was squealing as the previously very manly pony she'd renamed "Sprinke Bunny" trotted around the corral with her bouncing on his back. Pruett wasn't watching her though, he already knew what her grin would look like. He was watching the forests. There was wind yes, and he couldn't see anything, but he had a hunch. Just a feeling.Perhaps it was one of those wild things, but it happened to be one of those instincts that you learned to trust after being a wild animal for six months out of the year. He'd turn, after making sure Lyle was watching Margot and waving his phone to let his step father know he was just a call away. Lyle would nod back, and let him do what he liked. He knew there were things the boy hid, knew that he was an adult, even if he wasn't leagally yet. He knew. Pruett walked slow. still listening. The wind wouldn't cooperate, blowing away from him. Sure, the wolf no longer ruled his mind, but it left powerful imprints in the body. A stronger sense of smell and hearing, along with the instincts he was currently trusting. Suddenly, the wind swirled around him, the thick tang of blood stinging against his face. What was that?!, then he was running. Sandals slowed him, and one flew into the brush as he ran parallel to the fencing, another lost into the pasture to the cows. He flew then, or atleast it felt like it. That instinct thrummed in his brain, that desire to help. The brief flash of scent that slapped him in the face spoke of Progeny. Wether or not they were of Kodiak was of no matter to him. "Hey!" The trees eveloped his short and t-shirt clad form, twigs snapping under his bare feet, It hurt, especially when the small bits stabbed into the soft undersides of his feet, but He would not be discouraged. "Hey!" Then he saw a flash of red hair, along with the thick scent of blood in the air. "Kasper!" He ran up, barely out of breath despite his sprint. He looked angry. Gathering that no one else was around, and the blood smeared on the tree, this looked like a self-inflicted wound. "What are you doing!

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