Duma Family Adopts
05-28-2015, 03:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2015, 09:08 PM by Athena I.)
Name
Na'im Duma (tranquil, at ease in Arabic)
Gender
Male
Design
#7
Description
Even for a cheetah, who are naturally lanky and slender anyway, Na'im is even more so. He has little to no mass on his body, making him just bones, muscle, and short fur. When he walks his whole body sways with each step and you can easily see the muscles rippling beneath his coat. He stands at thirty-six inches tall. He has the cheetah's signature wide, strong chest and narrow waist.
His fur is a slight abnormality with a mutation called "maltese". His base coat is a pale, steely gray while his spots are the usual dark gray and black. He has the black tear-marks that are the tale-tell markings of a cheetah, but he also has a mask of white fur that covers his entire muzzle between the tear-marks and comes up to encircle his eyes. This white hue also covers his stomach and chest as well as each of his paws and the tip of his tail. His wide, intelligent gaze is a rich emerald color.
Personality
Quiet. Stoic. Inteligent. Scholar. Teacher. Distant. Loyal.
It is a rare occasion when you hear this male say more than a sentence or two at any given time. He is what you might call the strong, silent type. He expresses himself through facial expressions, movements, and touches more often than he speaks. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't like spoken language. Exactly the opposite. He loves to learn and part of that learning has been directed toward languages. He loves finding a language he doesn't know yet and learning every single thing he can about it till he is completely fluent. He may hardly ever utter the words, but he will know all of them without a doubt.
He absorbs the world around him. He'll learn anything and everything anyone will teach him. Whether it be languages, healing, hunting, fighting, it doesn't matter. Anything and everything. He's a scholar at heart and just wants to gather as much knowledge as he can in his lifetime. Not only that, but he wants to spread that same knowledge to anyone that wants to learn from him. When he's giving lessons is the only time that he might talk his head off. If he finds a student that has the same thirst for knowledge that he has he will be more than happy to play the role of teacher.
With his silence comes a little bit of distance. He is loyal to his family and friends, but he might not show it in the most traditional ways. He'll be there when he is needed or even wanted, but otherwise he is a bit distant. He can even be considered a nomad at times. He travels from place to place, meeting new beings and learning new things. If any of his family needs him he will be there at the drop of a hat.
Plans
First plan of action would be to explore Alacritis and get a feel of what he could learn here. Maybe seek out some wolves that know more languages for him to learn and pick up some things about healing here and there. Of course he will check in with the family from time to time and make sure his siblings are all doing well.
RP Sample
His tail twitched thoughtfully behind him as he processed the newest information that had been laid out in front of him. This new land offered him a host of new things to explore and learn, the first of these things being this language. Irish his new acquaintance had called it. It had a completely different cadence than the other languages he knew from his homeland so it piqued his interests immediately. He rolled down onto his side lazily, but held himself up on his elbows so that his body was twisted with his chest up and his hips on their side. He hummed quietly to himself as he said the new words she had given him to himself in his head.
"Tá an féar," he said slowly and carefully, being sure to pay attention to each pronunciation and syllable. He turned his emerald gaze back to the wolf across from him again and looked to see if he had said it correctly. "This is grass... yes?" When he got his confirmation that he was indeed correct he smiled and hummed happily. "Good, good... Teach me more?" Again the process would begin again and so it would as he learned one bit of information after another till his teacher of the moment had to depart. He dipped his head in a loose, sweeping bow as he said, "Till an chéad uair eile," with a small grin. He was a quick learner.
