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Fat
Topic Started: Nov 10 2010, 12:25 PM (425 Views)
Ford
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Yes, I slightly traced the template. Yes, that is a beard.

Name: Fat
Weight: FAT OK, I'd say about 90lbs, because he's supposed to be fat, but he's also an old wiseass that doesn't have time to hunt any more.
History & Origin: (tl:dr Respected zh, exiled, piratism, cannibalism, shipwrecked, ghost hare'd, remorseful, regretful, fattened up, city, hear-say, redwood ravine, grumpy wise old man. read it you lazy person.)
He's freaking OLD, man. While young he learned the ways of the Hekog, becoming a proud family 'man' and sired a good few healthy children with his beloved mate, Hay. His clan respected him, coming for advice or 'medicine', often they asked to speak to passed relatives, but Fat always refused to grant this particular kind of 'medicine' - he prized his golden colouration too much to risk Ghost Hare. He believes that looking at another's eye marking is akin to reading their palms, and often spouted 'futures' for his clan.
Once he was brave enough to spout a future for the middle-aged and dickheaded Chief, and it did not hold true.
The Chief was displeased, and expelled Fat, the eldest, most respected and loved member from the clan, much to the uproar of other members - Hay, her daughters and a few of the younger unrelated males (full of life and argument with the Chief's ways) joined him in his exile, and they took up residence in a sea-port, forgetting manners and learning to barter with humans, hide as humans and gain a bad thing named gold. It was sad times for Fat and his 'crew', who all knew living as human was wrong.
So they planned to take to sea, saved up enough gold to buy a small galleon and used their new skills to sail it away from their homeland in the North, escaping the stigma of exile and returning to living as their true forms. Fat took up his rightful place as Captain of the sea-clan, and Hay became the matriarch (and only female of breeding-age) of the crew. Sta, the navigator, became ill from some very Bad Fish, and passed away a few months into the voyage, leaving the crew nav-less and more than a little lost. The same Bad Fish also stripped the crewclan of more than half their youngsters.
Fat was furious with the 'chef' (read: fisherman), and ordered him to fish no more (the sea does crazy things to a level-headed male) and the crewclan went hungry, despite all protests and attempts to catch meat using improvised rods of hair and claw. Hay withered away slowly, defending her daughters and the young males, also withering with the hunger. Fat seemed to stay strong as ever, though his bones began to show after a few weeks. Hunger drove him to unspeakable things, and as each youngster fell to the claws of death he would 'give them a burial' in private, explaining his sudden weight-gains as gifts from the gods.
Hay soon caught on to his tricks and refused to be his lifelong lover any longer, sparking a fight between the two which resulted in a torn ear for Fat and extreme exhaustion for Hay - Hay passed away a few days later, unable to keep up the fight for life. Three youngsters remained, one his daughter, the other two males, who could sense their leader's madness. They worked with almost all the strength they had left to guide the ship to land, crashing it into a rocky outcrop not far off the coast of California. This maddened Fat, who attacked the two - during this fight he gained his eye-scars and lost the sight in his left eye. The two young males protectively took his daughter to the other edge of the island, leaving Fat to 'go down with his ship like a good Captian'.
Alas, he would not, and searched the island for the youngsters, finding no trace he decided to once and for all use the deadly ability he so feared before in a last attempt to stop them making a life for themselves. It knocked him out, his rage at the youngsters and the incorrect use of a Zuet privelige was strong enough to bleach his golden coat to a ghostly silver, stripping his blonde mane of any colour it held before.
When he awoke he was horrified at what he'd done. So much so that it knocked an inkling of sense back into his head, and with a new purpose and a want to redeem himself, Fat caught a seagull. With this seagull he made a necklace to remind himself of his days at sea, and why he whould never return to the shore - he also ate every last part apart from the skull, crunching up the bones for calcium to cure his skirvy and chewing the meat dry before swallowing it.
With one last look around the island, avoiding the ghosts of a good few birds and trying very hard not to look at the dried and shrivelled plants, Fat decided to leave and set up a new life. He built a raft from the dead trees, floated in with the tide to California, and travelled far enough from the sea so he could no longer smell it. He set up home on the outskirts of a city, finding his ability to hide as human helpful in recovering his strength... and a lot of weight. McDonald's was a very good thing for his recovery. (LOLZ HUMANS EXISTED BACK THEN)
He fed off the city, living as a Zuet and only becoming human-formed to fetch food. However it crumbled. Fat watched people leave the city, bombs falling from far away places, disease sweeping children away and the population diminish until even McDonald's was dead. During this time his sea-madness and anger left him completely, and he grew into a wiser, older Zuet with one hell of a beard
He left, searching for somewhere with Zuet company. He followed tidbits, rumours of 'Enormous Hares' in 'Enormous Trees'. For three or four years he wandered, gradually gathering knowledge until he finally stumbled upon the scent of a Zuet warren. This must be it. The Place. Redwood Ravine.
He is currently looking for a nice cosy warren to set up telling futures from, and also to scare little kittens with stories of cities and days lost at sea. Possibly to wave his new friend, the walking stick, at.
Also Kix, he wants to speak to Kix, as he heard tell on his travels of the leader of the 'Enormous Hares'.

RP Sample:
Wizened and rather beardy head emerged from the dark hole, slowly and creakily followed by the rest of a slightly overweight, but goddamn old Zuet. He stretched, a few places along his spine clicking back into place. The old beast then turned suprisingly fast and snatched a smooth stick from the mouth of the cave, holding it in his mouth for a moment before deciding to carry it awkwardly in one paw. He held his head slightly to one side as he walked, using his one good eye and one good ear to navigate his way around the trees before coming to a rest near the trickle of a stream. He set his stick down gently and lay down beside it, staying as alert as possible. Fat reckoned if he waited long enough, someone in this forest would need a goddamn drink.

Age: Approximately 230, he lost count while at sea, raging.

Gender: Penis. Somehow it still works.

EDIT: most of this has been discussed with Tiamat.
Edited by Ford, May 16 2011, 10:16 AM.
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