Who's the King of the Jungle? ((Big cat RP))*ACCEPTING*

[Gift-Of-Ghosts]

I t ' s . b e a u t y . w a s . e n d l e s s...

You lift your face to the wind, and take in a deep breath. "Perfect."... you let the words float from your mouth, being carried by the hot breath surrounded by early season air.

Memorized constantly by gorgeous scenery, the sound of your home; so beautifully familiar; along with the smell, the feel... this is your home...

"The story can not be finished... not just once. For the rest of this story depends on the one who's telling it... though; I can tell you this: We all had homes, a place to call our own. Wether we enjoyed it, or not. Had food, or tried without, a pride? Perhaps cubs and a mate. We were captured, drugged, beaten and abused, locked up and brought here."
-The large cat's voice begins at snarl, you see large yellowing teeth flash in the nightmare hidden corner.-
"Where is "here"? Well now, what would be the fun in my telling you?"

T h e . i s l a n d . "Here" is well... here.
Imagine everything you once knew is now gone... By this I don't mean, a jungle, mountain range, dessert, or forest... I mean your Jungle, your mountain range, dessert or forest.
You've been taken to an island controlled by humans. From the temperature and weather. to the food and drinkable water. This is just one big testing arena. But this is no run down island... not something even the strongest tiger could swim away from, or the most agile leopards can climb too, this is a multi trillion dollar island. Even if you wanted to escape, you couldn't do it.
If you do anything wrong, they'll come for you... the humans will. No one knows what happens to the cats they bring into the lab... they normally never come out, and if they do... they're not the same.

Y o u . l o o k . d i f f e r e n t . t h a n . m e ?
Who's the king of the jungle? Savage of the forest, or fastest in the dessert? Now back to my first question; who's the king? And when I say king, I mean best. That's why we were brought here; they want to see what breed is the best... thats why there are so many, they've got mountains and snow for the northern cats, deserts, and jungles on this immense island, and they're doing it for a blood sport test too see who really is the king.
We don't know what happens, and how you win. It would be ridiculous to think that just one of us could run around this island taking the life away from all other cats... isn't it?

If we want off this island alive, we're going to need the fastest, most agile, strongest, bravest, intelligent cats we can group together...

R u l e s :

PLEASE Keep genders some what even.
THIS IS Semi-lit! I expect you to post at least 5 lines per post! And details are much appreciated.
All Tess and Nick Rules apply.
ALL big cats are an acceptable choice! Anything, realistic.
Make your own forum, and please put effort into it.
You must wait until I accept you.

[Gift-Of-Ghosts]

Ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｋｉｌｌｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｓｉｎｇｌｅ ｐｏｕｎｃｅ

This is what "Jaguar" means of coarse. And I; take pride in this fact.
They also claim that patience is ones greatest virtue...
One that I openly admit; I do not posses. Watch what lines you cross carefully.

-Akari

.:ɴᴀᴍᴇ:."You can address me as Akari."
.:ᴀɢᴇ:."I am 6 years old."
.:ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:."Are you not only blind as well as deaf and dumb? Female."
.:ʀᴀɴᴋ:."Are there such things here?"

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Ｄｉｇ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｌａｗｓ ｉｎ ａ ｂｉｔ

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.:Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs:. Panthera genus: Jaguar
.:Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:.Akari has your typical build of a female Jag. But lets start from the bottom, and work our way up:
At the very bottom of this big preditory cat, are large pink pads, that attempt to muffle every twig that crack with each deliberate step. Her legs, are relativity short, but are far from lacking bone. They are tone, and muscle ripples through out; from the ankle to her shoulder and thigh. This cat is a power house, her frame is broad, and cloaked in an organized disaster of beautiful black rosettes. Her waist tapers femininely between more masculine shoulders, and broad hips. Her skull is wide, and almost as square as her seemingly had crafted jaw. Her eyes: a dull emerald, like that of an elderly women's jewelry that has been left to be painted in dust.

Riddled with scars, this cats body tells a story. A story of hardship across her right shoulder; of negligence from her throat down her chest, and of mindless aggression down the left side of her ear and nape.

.:ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:.This fiery female, lacks kindness and motherly behavior, and that is believed to be why she also is with out mate, or cubs. Her words normally calm, well thought out; and if unfortunate enough to be on her bad side have a tenancy to fall from her mouth like a rancid venom. She can manipulate that of the opposite sex, and it happens to be something she fancies doing. Akari is smug and sarcastic, and isn't a cat to reckon with. She has no issues restating her dominance, and has never been one to back down from a challenge.

Towards few she lets in close, one would never assume to question her loyalties; she'd give her life to save the ones she cares about. Her bravery, dose not stem from positive places; it comes from the same place her cool words form. She'd never tell you she cares about you, and has a hard time letting others in. This cat would much rather have you pushed away than have you worry, or fret about her well being.

.:ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:.Akari grew up being the a-pex predator in her jungle; along side her brother Afar. Typically solitary cats, these two found it much easier to keep their territory guarded with the terrible twosome running about. Her brother, though much larger in size, was less aggressive; and Akari took advantage of that. She prided her self in her capability to take down prey, and it soon became almost a blood sport to her. Night after night; she'd go looking for a poor cat that had stumbled into the wrong place. She had been on the scent of another female Jag for a few days before she came across her... she was much younger, and far smaller in stature compared to the nasty cat, and once Akari had her way with the young one, she thought she'd never make the mistake of coming here again... she was wrong. For by the time she had got back to the familiar scent of her brother, she smelled trouble in the air. With the skies stirring, and thunder rumbling, she knew it wouldn't be long before she had lost her brothers scent... As the rain fell, she searched... and what she found wasn't a sight any cat wanted to see. For as nasty as she was to him, he was all she'd ever known, and learned to care about. There he lay, with a massive male Jaguar paired with a battered female to his left. The last of her memories were... the loud thuds, of paw's connecting to her skull was the last thing she remembers, only to be greeted here, on the beach. In a place where she now calls home.

Ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｓｔ ｐａｒｔ ｉｓ ｏｖｅｒ

.:ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪғᴇ:.

As for love life, she isn't interested in anyone so far, no crushes, no cubs. Nothing.

[Gift-Of-Ghosts]

((Bump))

[VesVes]

((I hope it's not too late to join this!))

Oh my, what a t e m p e r this one has. She is like a t i m e b o m b ready to e x p l o d e. But this b o m b carries an i n t e l l i g e n c e that is truly i n t i m i d a t i n g . . .

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"Survival of the fittest isn't just a law. It's a fact of life. The weaklings die, bringing down those stupid enough to help them. Can you hear me, strong ones? We are better than that. We CAN survive, and we WILL live!"
~ Kisa

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Now, let's get down to business here. This strong cheetah is called Kisa, a Swahili name that means 'story'. It was a name her mother picked out for her, partly because of the meaning and partly because of the similarity to Kasi, the name of Kisa's beloved sister. Kisa is female, and it is quite easy to tell because of her feminine shape. She is three years old, in the beginning of her prime. In a nutshell, she was hard to get along with in the beginning, but with the death of the only feline she had an ounce of love for, she hardened and became this arrogant yet stoic cat we know today.

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Typical appearance:
Lean, lanky, feminine with some scars
Defining traits:
Stubborn, arrogant, prideful, cunning
Flaws:
All of the above
History:
Normal until her capture and sister's death
Crush/Lover:
She's tough to impress
Family:
A mother named Malkia and a sister named Kasi

♛ Appearance

⟶ Kisa looks like your average female cheetah. She is about the size of a German Shepherd Dog, though much lighter and lankier. Very thin and very skinny, her body is about as feminine as it can get (though this is normal for a cheetah). With her long legs, it looks like she is walking on stilts. Everything about her is built for speed. Her head is small in proportion to body size, her chest is huge, her waist is thin, and her tail is very long to provide balance. With this frame, she looks better equipped for flight than fight. However, being of a fighting nature, Kisa hates thinking of herself as delicate. The battle scars on her muzzle, flank, and ears prove this, and also distort the feminine image slightly. Her claws aren't retractable, so she takes extra effort to keep them sharp. Meanwhile, her base color is golden-brown, like the color of savannah grass. It starts as lightish brown on top of her head and her back, and eventually fades to cream when you get to her chin, chest, underbelly, and underside of her tail. Speaking of which, her long tail consists of black rings wrapping around the circumference, and a splash of white around the tip. All around her body, blackish-brown spots dapple her pelage, converging mostly in the darker areas of golden brown and growing smaller in number, size, and concentration around her underside and her face. On her face, however, are two black tear lines streaking from the inner corner of her eyes to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes are amber--a mixture of orange and brown. Sometimes, when they're hit by the right amount of light, they can look like pits of fire dancing in her eye sockets, primed and ready for battle.
As a cheetah, one of her strengths comes as a given: speed. She can run for seventy miles an hour after prey (or another cat). She is also intelligent and skilled. While she isn't the strongest cat on the savannah, she certainly knows which prey she can take on effortlessly, trying to guarantee herself a victory as easily as possible. However, one of her biggest weaknesses is hotheadedness and a thirst for fighting. She doesn't always know when to back down from a fight. This can get her into trouble sometimes. In addition, she is poor at climbing trees and she hates swimming.

♛ Personality

⟶ Feisty and fiery, Kisa is a spitfire cheetah with a temper and what seems like a thirst for trouble. She is arrogant and very opinionated, with her sense of wit and her sharp tongue just as effective as any swipe of her paw. She is witty, cunning, and intelligent, always able to think of strategies...and plans for revenge. That being said, Kisa holds onto her grudges for a long time and is easily angered. This hot temper of hers makes her seem very rash and the type that leaps into a fight without thinking. This is only half true; sometimes she does, and sometimes she just stops and thinks. In this sense, Kisa is extremely unpredictable and very hard to understand. Cunning yet rash, arrogant yet intelligent. In addition, she is very prideful and is actually quite dignified. Hurt her ego and you'll be...well...toast. She's not afraid to kill somebody else, whether it is a human or a fellow feline.

♛ History

⟶ WIP

♛ Family & Love Life

⟶ There was once a time when Kisa felt love. Not love as in romantic love, mind you, but love as in sibling love. She loved both her mother and her sister. Her mother Malkia was very good to her, but it was her younger sister Kasi that really made Kisa protective of her family. Being the bigger of the duo, Kisa always watched out for her and protected her from harm. When the humans captured Kasi, Kisa got herself captured as well so the siblings could stay together. But when both of them turned on their captors, they shot and killed Kasi. Because of this, Kisa killed the human who did it (thus labeling her a red flag) and never felt any connection with anyone else ever again. It would take someone very special to get past her.

((I'll probably make a male later))