[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]The Black Terror (just Terror for short)
Species: Liger
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Occupation: None
Status: Royal Guardian/Pet, Zoo Animal
::Appearance::
Hair: Solid onyx fur with small hints of white and grey in his mane and tail. Stripes of dark grey running along his body and across his ears and muzzle.
Eyes: White
Height: 72 inches on his hind legs, weight of 3,000 pounds
Figure: Terror has a very muscular and intimidating figure compared to most normal ligers. He is quite a bit larger and most of his weight comes from the muscle mass in his chest and hind legs. His paws are about the size of large dinner plates and his claws are black, constantly sharpened to a point and curved. His teeth are slightly yellow and extremely sharp.
Other: He has one X-shaped scar running along is right eye and one quarter of his left ear has been bitten off, leaving a crescent shaped hole at the edge of his ear.
Clothing: He usually only has an armband wrapped around the ankle of his front left paw that is black, silver, and gold with the royal crest of the family he belonged to. The symbol is a golden star with a sort of weird lettering in silver inside it. On the edges are golden crescent moons with a silver letter attached to the inside circle of each one.
::Info::
Family: The royal family of a land called Crystal Rivers.
Personality: Terror is a very mature and tamed liger who marches to the beat of his own drum. He is very quiet and can be extraordinarily vicious and ferocious when pushed. He will not hesitate to attack when someone he cares for is in danger. He is also quite a family oriented animal. He cares for any child as if they were his own and offers comfort to those who need it. He is a true guardian.
Strengths: Agility, Telekinesis and telepathy, Family
Weakness: Anger, Darkness (the simple neglect of light)
Likes: Music, Faux fur blankets, Spring water
Dislikes: Chains, Wastelands, Enclosed Spaces
Dream: Terror has been a member of the royal family since his birth, and now has found himself separated from them. He dreams of seeking freedom and finding a way to be returned back to his home. He dreams of having that love and comfort again.
History: The Black Terror was born into the royal family at the same time the very first king of the land was. They were born as a pair, both blessed with the abilities of telekinesis and telepathy. He was a rambunctious little cub that had a large nose for adventure. He followed his king everywhere and the two were inseparable. They were so close. He was tamed within the first few years of his life.
He was trained to be a sentinel for the royal family on the king's coronation day. He was tested to his limits with both his physical body and his mind, where his abilities reside. He was quick to learn and was the leading runner for the royal guard. He was given battle armor and mechanical enhancements to increase his physical strength and protect him on the battle field. He was a symbol of hope for the entire land along with the king.
For years, Terror stood alongside the family. He looked after the children, and became more than just a pet and guardian to them. He was another father figure to them, which brought the family closer together. He helped take care of everyone and even helped train the new recruits for the royal guard as well as training the princes and princesses in battle. At that point, he was almost completely tame without a sense of his wild nature as a liger.
After thousands of years of peace, a war had broken out, which pushed the armies further than they had ever been tested before. Terror had to put on his armor and race straight into battle with the king of the age riding on his back. He was ferocious and all who opposed him ended up dead, ripped completely apart by his sharp claws and teeth. He didn't really have a need for his powers, but he could use them to kill just as easily as physical assault.
During one battle, however, he found himself facing off against an enemy he had never encountered before. There was a machine that opened up a swirling vortex that sucked in anything that got too close. While fighting near it, both Terror and his opponent ended up battling inside it. Terror survived the trip, but the enemy did not. He fell from the vortex in, literal, pieces.
Terror was hit with a tranquilizer almost as soon as he exited the vortex. He found himself trapped within a holding cell in warship with several creatures he did not recognize. When they spoke of "converting" him, he knew he had to make an escape. It was difficult, but he managed it. He destroyed several of the creatures in the process, but he re-opened the vortex and jumped through before his captors could prevent him from doing so.
He ended up on planet Earth, where he's been roaming ever since. He found himself as the main attractions in several zoos in the United States, mainly in California and North Carolina. Every now and then, he makes a travel over to Europe for a few days for an exhibit. He often leaves his enclosure at night to roam the open and abandoned streets.
He often stays in his head and though he can speak verbally, he tends to use his telepathy to communicate with people. He will sometimes mentally sing songs to the children who come to see him. He can usually be found in the photo exhibition areas where families can take portraits with him because he's the most tame exotic cat they have, and he's unique because of his color and size.
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It was silent; more silent than he would have liked for one of his nightly strolls. More times than not, he enjoyed listening to the sounds of life moving on all around him while he remained what seemed frozen in time, apparent by his lack of aging. He enjoyed the feel of the breeze as it blew through each single strand of his massive amount of fur and brushing his mane away from his eyes. The feel of the hard surface of the ground reminded him of home despite the surface skin damage it inflicted upon the pads of his paws. It was all so calming that it helped him push aside any feelings of sadness and longing that had been building up during the day.
He came to slow halt beneath a dim street lamp, his ears twitching like crazy as the faint sound of twitching and small [i]hisses[i] echoing off the night air. His keen senses told him that the sounds were coming from the ground outside the edges of the light. He inclined his head slightly to the side, bowing down to sniff the ground. There wasn't a distinct scent that was unfamiliar to him, but his sense of danger was screaming at him to pull his head back. Something was lurking in the shadows, and whatever it was, he could tell that it meant him harm.
Upon a closer sniff of the air, he caught the smell of food and turned to see a bag nestled up against the pole of the street lamp. He huffed and padded over to it, opening it up with the tip of his enormous nose. He closed his teeth around something, pulling it out to discover a chicken leg. A thought suddenly struck him.
He levitated the chicken leg in the air beside him as he dug through the bag again to pull out a flashlight. A plan had formed, and he intended to see it through. He mentally tossed the chicken out into the shadows, then used his powers to click on the flashlight and levitate it alongside him.
Without waiting to watch the fate of the chicken leg, he levitated the flashlight a few feet away and leaped into the circle of light he'd created. Repeating this process again and again, he managed to make it over the opposite end of the street beneath another street lamp.
He hadn't noticed the man standing there before, but something about him made the liger pause where he would have normally slipped into the shadows as quickly as he had left them. A deep grumble rose from within his chest as a warning before he bounded off into the night.
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