baleful ⋅ coarse
industrious ⋅ restless ⋅ dependable sly ⋅ crotchety |
last updated 02/23/16
Name: Lusk Meaning of name: Lazy or slothful Age: 76 moons (6 years) Gender: Male Breed: Chantilly-Tiffany Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Demisexual Current status: Alive, healthy; irritable Zodiac: Scorpio Flower: Ink Cap mushroom Birth place: Outside the twoleg place Current residence: Dusk Syndicate Occupation: Healer Hobbies/Pastimes: With the lack of healers in the Dusk Syndicate, Lusk spends most of his time in his den or sorting herbs Voice Reference: Samuel Ramey Offspring: Abysslight Trainee: None
Total: 50/100
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A hulking Chantilly-Tiffany who would've made an exquisite fighter if he didn't prefer a profession in healing. His partially closed eye is a result of catching it on a thorn from a bramble. He can still see through it, vague shapes and colors, but he's unable to recognize facial features through it. His fur is as black as the night, and his good eye is bright and owlish; the damaged one is paler in comparison. He smells mildly of decay and medicinal herbs throughout the year. The gnarled left side of his face is a result of an attack when he was only seven moons old, one that resulted in him being separated from his then-companion.
Lusk is a tom with little restraint when he's pushed to nuisance; unpredictable and tormenting, this big cat has 50/50 chance of either healing you or poisoning you. He considers healing a generally unintended side effect of satisfying his own morbid curiosity, but he is still very efficient and holds bounds of medical knowledge, learned from his time as a loner from a very young age. Lusk has seen the inside of a cat many a time, he's entirely desensitised to all the blood and gore that comes with his job. Not many cats know of his past as a loner, nor his previous habit of consuming his fallen friends. Not that he keeps a habit of guarding them, of course; it's just that no one bothers to ask.
He takes absolutely no crap from fighters, and is strong enough to defend himself if needs be; and while he's skilled in both fighting (to some degree, he often just uses his weight and mass to his advantage) and healing, he's a terrible hunter. His sight is awful, and he has a habit of getting himself snagged on branches, so he'd rather remain in the camp if he can help it. Quite a grumpy hermit, really. Despite all his negative traits, he is a very efficient healer. He's been with the Dusk Syndicate for a while, having gone through three to four commanders since joining.
Positive: None |
Neutral: Arrow, a fellow healer. They regularly share the same den. Hamlet, Arrow's apprentice. The first cat to approach Lusk so boldly. Neomora, the only commander he knew upon entering the syndicate. Still loyal to her, and isn't too fond of the new commanders. |
Negative: N/A |
key: deceased / inactive