Avinder (Werecat)
Mar 29, 2013 4:04:15 GMT -5
Post by Aelodil on Mar 29, 2013 4:04:15 GMT -5
Name:Avinder
Other Names:Night Stalker, Moonwalker.
Side:Neutral, goes where there's something interesting, sympathetic to Varden.
Gender:Male
Birthplace:Surda
Birthday:February 11th
Age:37
Family:Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased.
Eyes:He has green eyes, like an emerald.
Hair:Ruffled blonde hair
Weight:89 lbs
Height:3'6. He is often mistaken for a young boy, since he hides his weapons.
Magic User:No, as werecats can't use magic though his sword was crafted by magic, and so were his daggers. His mind is very strong as well.
Preferred Weapon(s):Avinder in his human form usually uses a short sword, that fits him as if it was a longsword and has two other small daggers in his belt.These great weapons were enchanted to come back into his hands, same for the belt when he shifts into cat form and back. In his cat form, he fights with claws, and fangs and brute force.
Appearance:In human form he stands rather short, and is mistaken for a young boy. His ruffled blonde hair is always in a mess and he is too bothered to fix it. He doesn't show any signs of muscles, yet he has much more strength than any grown human, and could even fight a Rider if need be, though he wouldn't be able to kill the Rider unless he/she was a new Rider. In his cat form, he has black fur with light blue coating here and there, like the moon and it's light, the fur is not very thick, rather somewhat thin like a dog, however it is also a little thick. His fur is always pressed on his skin though, unless he is at rest and comfort and someone is petting him or scratching behind his ears. Like all werecats, he is much larger than normal house cats, yet not as large as some werecats. However, when he is in human form he wears a cape along with a shirt and leggigns. When it comes war, he wears light leather armor, or he fights in cat form.
Personality:Avinder likes some attention and gladly agrees whenever anyone asks to scratch him (Of course, in cat form
) behind the ears. He usually walks around in cat form in the Varden camp and rests on peoples laps next to a bonfire, or sometimes he rests on their heads. He sometimes stays in human form when he wants to learn new information without anyone being suspicious. Who are they to blame? He seems as nothing but an unharmful child. He is strong-willed and will never sell out a friend, even under torture. He forgives many, however if one enters or attempts to enter his mind he never forgives unless they meant no harm, however if they did he goes out of his way to make their life miserable.
Likes:Resting, napping, laying on peoples' laps/heads.
Dislikes:Being disturbed from a nap, someone attempting to break into his mind, a friend being tortured.
Strengths:He is very skilled in defending his mind and attacking, he could even take down a dragon's mind, he is nimble and fast and strong.
Weaknesses:Too proud, stubborn, will sacrifice anything for a friend.
Family:Mother, Lavender
Father, Unknown
Father deceased, mother living on.
Not-So-Brief-History:
Avinder began his life happily, even though he was born around the time when still a few of the Forsworn were still alive, his father left quickly to help an old friend named Brom to dispose of the rest of the Forsworn yet died when Avinder was still nothing but two years old. As a consequence, Avinder grew up not knowing his father and his mother was always going here and there simply "borrowing" food for her little Avinder until he became ten, at that time she had already taught him how to hunt and fend for himself.
Avinder's tail flickered as he found the bird's nest. He had been tracking down this mother bird until he found the nest. There was the father, mother, and four children. All in all, to him it was a great lunch. As the mother fed the young birds and the father jumped down, Avinder opened his mouth and bit the father's head off and began climbing the tree. When he got up, he pounced on the nest, the mother already in his mouth, him chewing her and the babies' necks broke from the fall. Gleefully, Avinder swallowed the mother whole and ate the babies before taking his time with the father. As he finished, he realized a tent nearby. He stalked there silently in the darkness of the moon, giving him the title of Moonwalker by many and as he got closer he realized it was a whole camp. It seemed to be a camp for the Varden. He walked in and found dwarves, men, and even five elves around a bonfire with a single person in the middle telling them a tale.
"That is Angela the herbalist, and I am the werecat Solembum, who are you and what have you business here?" asked a voice through his mind. Avinder looked at the werecat by the name Solembum and said, also mentally,"I am Avinder, I was eating lunch when I saw this tent. I came here and found this union. I have decided to stick by for the tale." and with that, Avinder walked over to one of elves and perched on her head. The elf at first seemed surprised but then began scratching him behind the ears and he began purring which seemed to get the parties attention. Avinder looked around with one eye open before closing his eyes and resting. The tale this Angela figure was talking about was a very fascinating one. As she finished, the elf Avinder was resting on stood up, and with a mewl of annoyance, he jumped down. He walked up to the Angela figure and asked,"Who are you, to have earned the trust of a werecat? It is indeed odd for that to happen."
Angela looked down at Avinder and smiled before saying, "Hello there, I am nothing but a herbalist and a fortune-teller. This is my companion Solembum. I reckon you met him?" Avinder nodded as much as he can in cat form and said to both Solembum and Angel,"What are you doing here in a place with the Varden? I am simply here out of curiosity. I wish to be wherever there is interesting events occuring.". His answer was not long in-coming as Angela said, "We are much the same werecat, we came here for we are wherever there is interesting events, what is your name?" "My name is Avinder, my father I not know for he died helping a former Rider named Brom dispose of the Forsworn." Avinder answered. "Ah, well Avinder it was nice meeting you, but for now we shall recline for the night. May we meet tomorrow." said Angela in the form of a fare-well. Avinder walked into one of the tents where he found an elf and walked up to her and slept on her bed, and purring as she scratched him behind the ears.
Avinder awoke to the sound of fighting, the weeping of loved ones watching each other be slain and he bolted up. As he looked out, he found many an Emprie Soldier attacked the camp. Avinder was about to decide not to help when the elf, whom he slept in tent was struck by one who gleefully raised his sword for the kill. Pouncing on him, Avinder ripped out his throat in a flash of fur and claws. He then pounced from one man to the other til there was not a single one and the elf he had saved stood up wobbly. He rubbed against her legs, purring and she smiled, healed herself and said, "Thank you werecat, had it not been for you I'd be dead." Avinder accepted her thanks with a flick of his tail. He found Solembum and Angela off to the side. He walked over and said,"Why did you not help? Was it just to see my personality?" Avinder asked them."Do not be angry Avinder," said Solembum,"We only wished to see if you really truly care naught for those who have helped you.". Avinder acknowledged and he said, "Well, it is time for me to retire to the Varden's camp as I could use a nap. Goodbye friends.".
Avinder, who was now 36 went to Ellesmera and entered Rhunon's house. As he entered, he turned into human form and bore some clothes before asking Rhunon, "Will you do me a favor Wise Old One? Would you make me an enchanted short sword and two daggers, enchanted so that to become one with my fur when I turn into my cat form and come back to me in a belt when I turn back into human form?" he asked her, for he had done her many a favor. Smiling, Rhunon said, "Of course my faithful little werecat. Give me five days and I shall have it all ready for you." pleased, Avinder went walking around in cat form and looked for where Eragon Shadeslayer, and Saphira Bjartskular were training with Oromis and Glaedr, last of the High Old Ones. When he found them, he sat down off to the side and when they finished, he came walking and leapt onto Saphira Bjartskular's head and he laid himself on her head. As Eragon got on and asked Avinder permission to pet him, he flicked his tail as an affirmative and purred when Eragon scratched him behind his ears."Hello Saphira Bjartskular, hello Eragon Shadeslayer. How are you? I am Avinder" Avinder asked. "Quite fine." came the reply from Eragon."Please, excuse me. It is my time to nap. I apologize for napping on your head Saphira Bjartskular."."No matter, Avinder. Rest as long as you want." And so he napped three times every day for five days and then he went to Rhunon and took the elegant sword which was to him a longsword and the great daggers and the lovely belt. As he strapped them on his waist, he said, "Thank you Wise Old One." She simply nodded and he left.
Avinder finally at the age of 37 stood with the Varden in the war on the Burning Planes. As his old friend Saphira Bjarstkular went to fight the other Rider, he was the only werecat there, though he did not mind. He took out his sword and began fighting, hacking slashing, though there was too many and he was swept in the middle of the army and with sword in hand and a dagger in the other he fought on ferociously. Hack, slash, decapitate, dodge, jump. He forgot what was what and who was foe and who was enemy. He received two mortal wounds, one in his chest near his lungs and the other an arrow in his stomach. He found a group of enemy magicians and began hacking them and killing them til he sheathed his sword and dagger, turned into feline form and began running to safety, his wounds hurt very much and his blood smothering the ground. As he got back and stayed in a cot, Eragon passed by and healed him."Thank you friend. I thought they had gotten me." Avinder said. Eragon smiled weakly and passed by. And til that day, Avinder is still found in his cat form walking to and fro through Varden camps and Empire camps, seating on peoples' heads or laps around a bonfire napping.
Password:Witch of Tierm
((Haha, did I miss anything? Sorry if I did, this was my first werecat app. God this thing is HUGE, I could use all the amount of these letters for around a thousand posts. I spent around 11,000 letters...Haha, hope you accept. Thanks 
))
Other Names:Night Stalker, Moonwalker.
Side:Neutral, goes where there's something interesting, sympathetic to Varden.
Gender:Male
Birthplace:Surda
Birthday:February 11th
Age:37
Family:Mother, Deceased
Father, Deceased.
Eyes:He has green eyes, like an emerald.
Hair:Ruffled blonde hair
Weight:89 lbs
Height:3'6. He is often mistaken for a young boy, since he hides his weapons.
Magic User:No, as werecats can't use magic though his sword was crafted by magic, and so were his daggers. His mind is very strong as well.
Preferred Weapon(s):Avinder in his human form usually uses a short sword, that fits him as if it was a longsword and has two other small daggers in his belt.These great weapons were enchanted to come back into his hands, same for the belt when he shifts into cat form and back. In his cat form, he fights with claws, and fangs and brute force.
Appearance:In human form he stands rather short, and is mistaken for a young boy. His ruffled blonde hair is always in a mess and he is too bothered to fix it. He doesn't show any signs of muscles, yet he has much more strength than any grown human, and could even fight a Rider if need be, though he wouldn't be able to kill the Rider unless he/she was a new Rider. In his cat form, he has black fur with light blue coating here and there, like the moon and it's light, the fur is not very thick, rather somewhat thin like a dog, however it is also a little thick. His fur is always pressed on his skin though, unless he is at rest and comfort and someone is petting him or scratching behind his ears. Like all werecats, he is much larger than normal house cats, yet not as large as some werecats. However, when he is in human form he wears a cape along with a shirt and leggigns. When it comes war, he wears light leather armor, or he fights in cat form.
Personality:Avinder likes some attention and gladly agrees whenever anyone asks to scratch him (Of course, in cat form
) behind the ears. He usually walks around in cat form in the Varden camp and rests on peoples laps next to a bonfire, or sometimes he rests on their heads. He sometimes stays in human form when he wants to learn new information without anyone being suspicious. Who are they to blame? He seems as nothing but an unharmful child. He is strong-willed and will never sell out a friend, even under torture. He forgives many, however if one enters or attempts to enter his mind he never forgives unless they meant no harm, however if they did he goes out of his way to make their life miserable.Likes:Resting, napping, laying on peoples' laps/heads.
Dislikes:Being disturbed from a nap, someone attempting to break into his mind, a friend being tortured.
Strengths:He is very skilled in defending his mind and attacking, he could even take down a dragon's mind, he is nimble and fast and strong.
Weaknesses:Too proud, stubborn, will sacrifice anything for a friend.
Family:Mother, Lavender
Father, Unknown
Father deceased, mother living on.
Not-So-Brief-History:
Avinder began his life happily, even though he was born around the time when still a few of the Forsworn were still alive, his father left quickly to help an old friend named Brom to dispose of the rest of the Forsworn yet died when Avinder was still nothing but two years old. As a consequence, Avinder grew up not knowing his father and his mother was always going here and there simply "borrowing" food for her little Avinder until he became ten, at that time she had already taught him how to hunt and fend for himself.
Avinder's tail flickered as he found the bird's nest. He had been tracking down this mother bird until he found the nest. There was the father, mother, and four children. All in all, to him it was a great lunch. As the mother fed the young birds and the father jumped down, Avinder opened his mouth and bit the father's head off and began climbing the tree. When he got up, he pounced on the nest, the mother already in his mouth, him chewing her and the babies' necks broke from the fall. Gleefully, Avinder swallowed the mother whole and ate the babies before taking his time with the father. As he finished, he realized a tent nearby. He stalked there silently in the darkness of the moon, giving him the title of Moonwalker by many and as he got closer he realized it was a whole camp. It seemed to be a camp for the Varden. He walked in and found dwarves, men, and even five elves around a bonfire with a single person in the middle telling them a tale.
"That is Angela the herbalist, and I am the werecat Solembum, who are you and what have you business here?" asked a voice through his mind. Avinder looked at the werecat by the name Solembum and said, also mentally,"I am Avinder, I was eating lunch when I saw this tent. I came here and found this union. I have decided to stick by for the tale." and with that, Avinder walked over to one of elves and perched on her head. The elf at first seemed surprised but then began scratching him behind the ears and he began purring which seemed to get the parties attention. Avinder looked around with one eye open before closing his eyes and resting. The tale this Angela figure was talking about was a very fascinating one. As she finished, the elf Avinder was resting on stood up, and with a mewl of annoyance, he jumped down. He walked up to the Angela figure and asked,"Who are you, to have earned the trust of a werecat? It is indeed odd for that to happen."
Angela looked down at Avinder and smiled before saying, "Hello there, I am nothing but a herbalist and a fortune-teller. This is my companion Solembum. I reckon you met him?" Avinder nodded as much as he can in cat form and said to both Solembum and Angel,"What are you doing here in a place with the Varden? I am simply here out of curiosity. I wish to be wherever there is interesting events occuring.". His answer was not long in-coming as Angela said, "We are much the same werecat, we came here for we are wherever there is interesting events, what is your name?" "My name is Avinder, my father I not know for he died helping a former Rider named Brom dispose of the Forsworn." Avinder answered. "Ah, well Avinder it was nice meeting you, but for now we shall recline for the night. May we meet tomorrow." said Angela in the form of a fare-well. Avinder walked into one of the tents where he found an elf and walked up to her and slept on her bed, and purring as she scratched him behind the ears.
Avinder awoke to the sound of fighting, the weeping of loved ones watching each other be slain and he bolted up. As he looked out, he found many an Emprie Soldier attacked the camp. Avinder was about to decide not to help when the elf, whom he slept in tent was struck by one who gleefully raised his sword for the kill. Pouncing on him, Avinder ripped out his throat in a flash of fur and claws. He then pounced from one man to the other til there was not a single one and the elf he had saved stood up wobbly. He rubbed against her legs, purring and she smiled, healed herself and said, "Thank you werecat, had it not been for you I'd be dead." Avinder accepted her thanks with a flick of his tail. He found Solembum and Angela off to the side. He walked over and said,"Why did you not help? Was it just to see my personality?" Avinder asked them."Do not be angry Avinder," said Solembum,"We only wished to see if you really truly care naught for those who have helped you.". Avinder acknowledged and he said, "Well, it is time for me to retire to the Varden's camp as I could use a nap. Goodbye friends.".
Avinder, who was now 36 went to Ellesmera and entered Rhunon's house. As he entered, he turned into human form and bore some clothes before asking Rhunon, "Will you do me a favor Wise Old One? Would you make me an enchanted short sword and two daggers, enchanted so that to become one with my fur when I turn into my cat form and come back to me in a belt when I turn back into human form?" he asked her, for he had done her many a favor. Smiling, Rhunon said, "Of course my faithful little werecat. Give me five days and I shall have it all ready for you." pleased, Avinder went walking around in cat form and looked for where Eragon Shadeslayer, and Saphira Bjartskular were training with Oromis and Glaedr, last of the High Old Ones. When he found them, he sat down off to the side and when they finished, he came walking and leapt onto Saphira Bjartskular's head and he laid himself on her head. As Eragon got on and asked Avinder permission to pet him, he flicked his tail as an affirmative and purred when Eragon scratched him behind his ears."Hello Saphira Bjartskular, hello Eragon Shadeslayer. How are you? I am Avinder" Avinder asked. "Quite fine." came the reply from Eragon."Please, excuse me. It is my time to nap. I apologize for napping on your head Saphira Bjartskular."."No matter, Avinder. Rest as long as you want." And so he napped three times every day for five days and then he went to Rhunon and took the elegant sword which was to him a longsword and the great daggers and the lovely belt. As he strapped them on his waist, he said, "Thank you Wise Old One." She simply nodded and he left.
Avinder finally at the age of 37 stood with the Varden in the war on the Burning Planes. As his old friend Saphira Bjarstkular went to fight the other Rider, he was the only werecat there, though he did not mind. He took out his sword and began fighting, hacking slashing, though there was too many and he was swept in the middle of the army and with sword in hand and a dagger in the other he fought on ferociously. Hack, slash, decapitate, dodge, jump. He forgot what was what and who was foe and who was enemy. He received two mortal wounds, one in his chest near his lungs and the other an arrow in his stomach. He found a group of enemy magicians and began hacking them and killing them til he sheathed his sword and dagger, turned into feline form and began running to safety, his wounds hurt very much and his blood smothering the ground. As he got back and stayed in a cot, Eragon passed by and healed him."Thank you friend. I thought they had gotten me." Avinder said. Eragon smiled weakly and passed by. And til that day, Avinder is still found in his cat form walking to and fro through Varden camps and Empire camps, seating on peoples' heads or laps around a bonfire napping.
Password:Witch of Tierm
((Haha, did I miss anything?
Sorry if I did, this was my first werecat app. God this thing is HUGE, I could use all the amount of these letters for around a thousand posts. I spent around 11,000 letters...Haha, hope you accept. Thanks 
))
