Feshylus

I'm really hoping to get in! :edit: Yay I'm in! Anyone want to rp?

Name: Feschylus
Name meaning: Latin, it means shame.
Nickname: Fes
Species: lion leopard hybrid
Gender:  Male
Rank:  Initiate who is going to be an anecdotists.
Age:
Starting: 5 years
Current: 5 years
Genetics:
Dominant: Gold coat (AA), Mane (Aa), Leopard spots (Aa), Tuftless tail (Aa)
Recessive: Blindness (aa)
Physical Description:  He is very bony due to years of not being fed properly. Long legs and a body built for strength give him muscle even with his improper diet as a cub and  difficulty excising. Around his bridle, collar, and cuffs are scars where the fur has worn away from constant wearing. His leopard blood means he is less boxy and smoother looking than most pure blood lions.

Personality:

Broken: He has major issues socializing with others, he simply has no idea how to socialize with other cats. His vocabulary is limited because he never had much contact with others to learn the language. More often than not if someone tries to talk to him he will simply walk away because he doesn't want others to know how much he struggles.

Spoiled: He likes his treats, soft cushions, and shiny things. He hates going out in the cold, or the rain, or when it is too hot out, and he will often pout if forced to go out into weather he doesn't like. He is very picky about what he eats and will flat out refuse to eat anything he doesn't like.

Cuddly: If he decides he likes you he gets very touchy. As a cub he became used to constant attention from any human who saw him. Everyone wanted to pet and snuggle the tame liopard. For him snuggling and contact is like blinking or breathing, he doesn't really think about it but he notices and becomes uncomfortable without it.

Attentive: He notices everything that moves, nothing within a mile radius escapes his notice. His ears constantly flicker to catch sounds and his head often rotates to pick up on scents. He can tell where everyone around him are at any time, mostly he identifies others by smell but sometimes he can identify others by their footsteps or even their heartbeat.

Dreamer: If he has nothing to do he often closes his eyes and gets lost in his own little world. It is a world completely of music and he will often nod his head to a song no one else can hear.

Background:  
When the human that decided to breed a lion to a leopard put the two together he was hoping for a cat with the best attributes of both to make the ultimate fighter. You can imagine his disappointment when two of the three came out dead and the last one opened his eyes a few days later only to reveal milky blind eyes. Before he could ring the creature's scrawny neck his wife saw what he intended to do and snatched the cub from him, begging to keep the cute little cub as a pet. Luckily the man had been looking for a way to get on his wife's good side after a nasty argument and gave in without much of a struggle.

As Fes grew he referred to the woman who saved his life simply as Master. She adorned him in fancy jewelry and fed him fancy foods like salmon and candies. He was often hungry but learned not to complain for fear of the nasty punishments that would come from it. A litter-box  of sand was put in for him to use the bathroom so that he was able to go when he needed to. Master would often bring over other humans to see him, everybody loved him. He would laze around and do tricks to earn treats. He learned everything from sit to beg to playing dead. He became used to being picked up and carried around like a human baby. Sometimes he even was forced to consent to being carried around in his savior's bag.

With time Fes grew bigger and began to get tired of being treated like a pet. His instincts yearned to follow the sounds of the bird's songs. Now every time he was forced to submit to being pet and had to beg for food he became angry. He was angry about having to starve and the golden collar and cuffs he was forced to wear were rubbing the fur from his skin. Every time he was stuffed into some silly outfit and forced out into public like that he absolutely fumed. With each passing day he struggled more and more to fight against the urge to simply take off running.
Late one night his chance at freedom came. His master and her husband got into a fight for whatever reason and when she stomped off into her room the man stormed out of the house, forgetting to shut the door behind himself. Sensing his chance to escape into the wilds where he had heard wild cats lived he raced out of the house as fast as he could. Stopping in areas where he knew there were hiding places he avoided being spotted as he raced for the gates of Rome. Each step brought him closer to freedom. Crouching low he slunk to the slightly cracked open gate and slipped past the guards talking to an old human. Finally reaching the outskirts of civilization. Turning back to the sound of humanity he smiled one last time as he realized he was finally free.

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Extra Information:
-He likes to collect fluffy things
-Helping with healing others is one of his favorite things to do
-Music is one of his favorite things
-He is good at finding his way around houses and is very good at interacting with humans

Mentors and Apprentices:  N/A

Roleplay Tracker:  N/A

Art Tracker:  N/A

Family:  N/A

Relationships:  N/A

Roleplay Example:  This is from one of my other characters Ahmes.
Suddenly examining the smaller bitch closely Ahmes recognized the way the female had such careful control of herself, remembering her own mother acting the same before. Recognizing the fragile ground she was treading Ahmes lowered herself to lie down, lowering herself below the others height without actually groveling. "You need a confident, somebody with loyalty to no dog but you. An inside dog that can give you the unedited happenings within the pack, a hand up so that you will always be one step ahead. Someone without fear of the repercussions of what others will think. You have plenty who will tell you what they think you want to hear, but who can you be sure will tell you what really happens, who will not have some kind of attachments to the outcome." Looking up at the closed off female, knowing the danger of pledging this amount of loyalty. But this was the only way, even if it meant not forming attachments to the pack members. They wouldn't be the ones keep her in the pack. She would be the snake in the grass that would be what this bitch needs. "This I will swear on my salvation under Zonje. May I be stuck down shall I falter or fail. This is what I will give to join the Ascended." Ahmes held her breath as she waited for the female's reaction, salvation or failure.