Pendulum

[♫ Sexy Saxo ♪]

PENDULUM

I'm gonna make you bend and break;
the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics.

BIRTH NAME: Pendulum
NICKNAMES: Pen
GENDER: Male
MILESTONE: Two years old
SPECIES: Badger
BREED: Honey Badger
LOYALTY: Beast
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
POWER: Electricity

say a prayer but let the good times roll;
the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks.

HEIGHT: 10 inches
WEIGHT: 33 lbs
COAT COLOUR: Pen has thick, bristly fur that is as dark brownish-black as it comes. A band of silvery-brown hairs encircles his back and the crown of his head, however, giving a dash of color to his otherwise dull palette. In winter and fall, his fur reaches to lengths of 50 mm to keep him nice and toasty- but it tends to stay in the 15 mm range in the summer and spring.
EYE COLOUR: Pen has small, dark, rounded eyes with purplish-black skin- characteristic of his kind- encircling them.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: As mentioned, he has a bright band of silvery hairs along the upper half of his horizontal body. This patch is brighter in color than most honey badgers, and really stands out. Besides this, his furthest claw to the left on his left front paw is characteristically broken off- a tell-tale for anyone that knows him.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Overall, Pendulum has a rather intimidating appearance for one of his small stature. Uniformly dark save for the splash across the upper half of his body, he seems to look rather menacing to those in the near vicinity. He has a thick bushy tail, coated with the same bristling fur the rest of his body seems to arm itself with. His long claws and sharp teeth don't seem to help- as these sharp weapons, which he is very happily conscious of, are rather threatening in and of themselves. Despite his harsher appearance points, Pen has an adorable face, nearly bordering teddy-bear like, with little black eyes, a large nose, and minuscule rounded ears.

in case god doesn't show, let the good times roll;
the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind.

LIKES: Food, solid ground beneath his claws, snow, being warm, the crackle of dried grass and leaves underfoot, good conversation, pleasant company, telling stories, the taste of snake and mice, honey.
DISLIKES: Water, other males of his kind, being stepped on, being underestimated, growling, being hungry, his small size, having a broken claw (makes him seem weak, in his mind)
STRENGTHS: Relatively fearless, Good at surviving, a fairly decent hunter.
WEAKNESSES: Prone to mood swings, unable to swim, not fast in the slightest.
DESIRES: To be eternally full.
SECRETS: He's obsessed with colors- particularly blue and orange- as he is so dull in comparison himself. He has great adulation for those who are brighter in color than he, though he dotes on them secretly and from afar.
PHOBIAS: Being up off the ground. He's also deathly terrified of other badgers- not his own kind, but the black and white striped Eurasian badgers.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Pen is what one would expect when looking at a scrappy animal of his size- cranky, prone to vicious mood swings, and as daring and bold a beast as his species is rumored to be. He has the mentality of a particularly crotchety beast of thrice his years with a knack for gnashing his teeth and charging when things don't go his way. Headstrong and stubborn, Pen is a bit of a perfectionist, and he uses his nearly two-inch in length claws to keep the space around him just as he likes it, regardless of the thoughts or feelings of others. He's not a particularly pleasant little creature to be around- seeing as he's quicker to snarl and bare his teeth than to sit down for a pleasant conversation, save for on his own terms- but he's a nice creature to have on your side when things get ugly, as he has both the power and the drive to make heads roll when provoked.

Despite his unyielding and rather primal dominant traits, Pendulum can be downright pleasant to be around when his belly is full and there is patient company to be had. His entire voracious persona seems to wax and wane depending on how much is in his stomach- so as long as he keeps full, he's a rather amicable companion. With a quick mind full of plots and plans, and a tongue for conversation, he seems to have been made for both survival and volleying wordplay.

and I want these words to make things right;
the history. the history. the history. the history.

BIRTHPLACE: In a Distant Land
SIRE: Renegade - 'Emperor' of his terrain.
DAME: Vorpal - 'Empress' of her and Renegade's terrain.
SIBLINGS: Two sisters- Pitch and Pita, who have sets of their own and their own lands, so he rarely sees them.
LOVERS: None currently
OFFSPRING: None currently
OTHER: None
HISTORY: Pendulum was born in a distant land to a mother and father with their own set (badger hole/living quarters/etc.) and a wide expanse of territory to call their own. The first born in an unusually large litter for a honey badger- three cubs total- he was the bouncing baby boy his father wanted, and the strong first child his mother had hoped for. His childhood was rather plain and simple. As honey badgers have no real predators, he and his little family thrived on their lands and grew proud and strong. His father taught him to hunt and care for himself and his own, showing the young male all the good places to search for food, and how to roll or bear down on prey in specific ways tailored to the species of the small creatures they hunted. At around one year of age, he and his sisters went separate ways to make their own marks in the world, his sisters settling for their own mates and lands, while he ventured further, off on some unknown adventure to places that seemed to just fly by. He's not certain quite what he's looking for as far as his own lands go- or even if he wants to settle down. But some little niggling in the back of his skull has the badger searching for that perfect place, and he isn't willing to stop or settle for less on his journey.

but it's the wrongs that make the truth come to life;
about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me.

NAME: Saxoooooooooooo. :D
AGE: Immortal~
GENDER: Female~
CODEWORD: Carpe Diem, derp. c:
OTHER CHARACTERS: None so far.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

[Taken from the middle of a roleplay; if it doesn't make sense, that is because the topic was a rather unique one. xD]

[A shrug was his response. Hmmm... "Ah, so Fear may follow a Thief. I've been told they leave Fear in their wake, especially good ones." A smirk, self-satisfied and teasing. Was she speaking of herself, or of an actual stealer? Interpret it as you please, thought the serval. There seemed to be a lot of that going around. She mirrored his expression, delicate eyebrows arching over feral eyes. What was he thinking? She would sell her soul to know such a thing. Was he pondering true Fear, true Terror? Or was his mind elsewhere, on things she would never hear tale of, of stories he could tell but might never? She preferred to think it was of some story that reminded him of such a sentence as the one he had uttered- but the chances were slim, even if Thief would have liked a nice tale to unravel itself from the rosetted males lips. Lips her eyes had wandered to now, before darting quickly away. She hadn't really been looking at those lips, oh...no.... Her gaze was intent on the teeth. Sharp little buggers, tapered like her own. Pointy needles of destruction. She wondered, briefly, quite how many necks those teeth /did/ happen to pierce, instead of grazing over like her own. How many necks, bodies, faces.... and how many did this male actually... devour? She wasn't sure if he was one of those flesh-eaters she heard about, but no inkling was too crazy to fit this mysterious speckled one. "Understand, I think. Knowledge is nothing without the intelligence to figure out how to hone it." True. One man might hold all the secrets of the universe yet have the mentality of a child, and not have the words to tell any of it. Intelligence didn't mean understanding, it entitled none to a good speech pattern and knowledge specific of words. Was that what he was searching for, with his words? She had a faint niggling that it was so, but Thief made no extra comments, merely let the first few words settle again.

"I... don't." It was barely an audible whisper. Require someone else.... she hadn't. Not since she was a young, young, child. With never-present parents who trained you to kill and steal the few times they were around, how could she depend on them? They were scum, worthless flesh who had burned up as just that. "I have... yet... to need someone. Friends are rare to come by, when you're known more for your killing than your personality. And as for a lover..." A bitter chuckle escaped, one in which those eyebrows raised up again and she fixed Fear with a sad yet fiery look. "I don't seem to fit anyones bill. Much less anyone I'd have liked to cling to. But I suppose, if I ever did have either, and I lost them.... yes, I believe I'd be sad." Mmm... why exactly had she never had those things, the luxury of others to lean on like a crutch? No friends- They considered her distant. Strange. No lovers- She was pretty, but too 'out of it', or so she had been told, to keep up her end of such a sensual relationship. Of course, in truth, she had never been out of anything. She had never fancied any man who had approached her, and therefore completely ignored what he did near or around her until he went away, claiming her attitude as the fault. 'Lovers' and 'loving' was a game of chance and blame, a game she dabbled in... but never took seriously. Thief preferred not to be tiered to much, in case such ties were ever abruptly snapped. What had the leopard said before? Nobody wants to die, but everyone does. The reason for her lack of social connections- knowing that if anything ever happened to her, the few she would reach out to would be sad. Disappointed. So she had shed such connections... of friends, lovers..... she had left them long ago. It was for the best, really. Knowing her was a sin in and of itself.]

[Castaway]