So since this is a fun RP I would like to keep it small 1-3 other rpers. I'm happy to start a new rp if someone wants a private rp or else I'm working on a site in this time-line (Really using this post to perfect my character)
A Short Setting: A few hundred years from now nuclear war has near destroyed the planet. Humans have died out, being replaced by furries and the alike. Living is hard with few plants surviving the tough conditions and even fewer prey animals. The town is Kargstad, small shanty like buildings surround a partially fallen building where the gang known as Karg oversee the happenings of their little town and its surrounding lands.
Introducing:
Name: Tamno
Gender: Male
Species: Black Leopard
Age: 37
Gang: Leader of Karg
Height: 6’2
Coat color: Leopard print with sooty black covering most of coat though his underbelly/throat is white
Hair: A soft mousy brown with dark forest green streaks generally kept messily slicked back
Scars: one large vertical scar over his right eye causing partial blindness, three notches out of his right ear, large scar from the right corner of his mouth to where his jowls meet his neck
Piercings:
Left ear: A 'fish bone' earring entering the far side of his ear and exiting the near side, three silver rings below it on the far side of his ear and a bird skull handing from the lower far side of his ear.
Personality:
Manipulative
Domineering
Selfish, Jealous
Rational, unless enraged
Hot tempered
Sadistic
God complex
Brash
Tactical
Violent
There may be a soft spot within him if someone can weasel their way in.
setting: Dusk, fine weather
The town had been quite for a few days now as the patrols roamed the streets, keeping troublemakers and potential thieves at bay. Come nightfall most residents retreated to their homes as those that protected them also held the potential to do horrible things. Tamno preferred his men to act civil though unfortunately they were not mindless drones and the tall leopard really didn't give too much of a damn what others did as long as his peace wasn't broken. Though things had become too peaceful and with no potential chaos to keep the cat preoccupied he found himself away from his headquarters and stalking the quiet streets.
There were still a few stragglers packing away their stalls or herding children inside, all making sure to mind their own business and not raising their eyes to the streets. Tamno's usual attire or tattered jeans and flannel was hidden by a heavy leather trench coat, only his scuffed boots visible with each stiff stride and pierced ears and stray tufts of colored hair peeked from the upturned collar. He didn't feel like socializing all that much, it would have been more logical to go out during the day if he felt the need to meddle with common scavengers, it was more a need to let the fresh air wash the staleness of his 'office' and stress from managing the towns doings from his fur.
His idle stride paused at the end of the main street which continued forth into the more crumbled and decayed east side of town, a place that parents forbade their children from going to in fear of being killed in a building collapse or being stolen by nomads or worse. To either side stretched small alleys, leading to more closed stalls and barricaded windows, eventually leading out into the waste lands. Inhaling deeply, he smelled the smoke from the fires keeping the towns people warm and the strange mixes of foods traded or hunted that day. Nothing seemed out of the normal. Nothing seemed interesting...
