[feyre.archeron]

Username: Angela Montenegro
Name: Lestar
Age (at most 50) 17
Personality: He's got a gentle personality, with a deep mystery about him. He is pften quiet, unless in the midst of a special/favorite person. He respects others and everything around him, and shows kindness to all. However, when threatened he can become the centerfold of aggression. He is confident in himself, but not over confident or cocky, he is humble.
Gender: Male (cannot be changed).
Theme Song: Not sure yet
Country:Brazil
Story:The sound of the bird singing in the gorgeous trees made Lestar look up from his peaceful nap. The sound was not that of a calming sort but more of an alarm sounding. Lestar jumped to his paws, a ray of sun flashing of his glimmering white coat, making the gray spots the littered it even more pronounced.He was a sight to behold, with his powerful muscles rippling under his fur as he lunged across the moist ground, his large paws pounding silently through the rain forest. He skid to a stop before a large tree, a gaping hole at the bottom big enough for him to slide through. He had used this 'den' often, when others were wondering about the area and he wished not to be seen. Now, he had no clue of what the threat that wondered through the area was, only that it was enough to stir the birds from their calm sleep. Lestar heard a rumbling far off in the distance and the low snap of a tree as it tumbled to the ground. "Man" thought Lestar, slinking out of the den. He held his head high in the air, scenting them. He was curious, fallowing the scent until the rumbling was was bouncing off the inside of his ears. He shrunk back at the sight of a large, yellow creature before him. The creature ripped a young tree from the ground, causing it to topple to the side. Lestar glanced back it his den, it wasn't far from here the creature would topple more trees. "And what if one is mine" thought Lestar, looking pitifully at the one that had been yanked up at the roots. Lestar growled shrinking away from the creature and bounding off into the forest. Now, he'd make a long trek deeper into the forest, to find a safer home, one away from the rumbling beast that clawed at the lands of his forest.
Art of it: Just this one, it's a new design done purely from my mind at the time.