The slender, yellow-furred cat examined the stranger carefully. His eyes were squinted into a nervous frown. He was clearly reluctant to befriend a stranger with all the rules his tribe obliged him to follow. The jaguar leaned closer and pressed his muzzle against the newcomer's throat. He took a whiff of its scent, then backed up a little.
"I do suppose I could sneak you in the village," the cat said softly, as if he was scared that anybody overheard his conversation. "But the rules are very strict when it comes to intruders. If you were caught, both you and I could get in some serious trouble. I've already been given a last warning, you see?" Metzli explained, furtively glancing in the small huts' direction.
The feline shuddered slightly when he recalled his last intertribal relationship.
"I brought a wolf back home once, and he ended up being thrown to..." The feline started, his green eyes suddenly looking back up at his interlocutor's. "Eeh... But if you're careful, you should be just fine!" And if the stranger wasn't, then Metzli would have to find a way to silence the blunderous outsider himself. He had a few strange ways to do so. Lost in his thoughts and planning, the cat's pink, raspy tongue poked past his lips and brushed over his lips.
But everything would probably work out. Hopefully.
Appearance
The first thing that struck most people when scrutinizing the jaguar was how plain and simple he looked like. It was a pleasant kind of simple, the one that reminded people that the jaguar lived a simple life, and that even the most negligible things could make him happy.
His coat was yellow, covered with rosettes from head to toe. The fur on his belly was slightly paler than on the rest of his body, like that on his lower muzzle and on the tip of his tail. What he did wear atop that clean, glistening coat of fur was usually a loincloth that hid his groin from whoever Metzli didn't deserve to see them. When hunting, the cat could often be seen holding a spear and wearing a leather belt around his shoulders. It sheathed a razor sharp knife that had saved the jaguar's life more times than he could remember.
All in all, the cat looked like a strong, able warrior. He measured around 1.7 meters (5 feet, 7 inches,) making his size rather average. Nevertheless, his stamina made him more endurant than many foes, and though he probably couldn't vanquish a dragon, he could certainly take on a couple of wolves here and there.
His fur was of the colours of a normal jungle-cat; yellow with hollow, black circular patterns. He had no human hair, but the usual and rather simple, feline "head fur". His ears, short and round, were able to pick up noise at great distances. Unlike most felines, Metzli stood on two, mostly humanoid feet, although all his paws were equipped with pink paw pads that softened landings if ever he happened to fall off a tree. He wasn't so tall for a big cat, measuring about 1.7 meters. That made him rather average size, and he would be not so intimidating if it weren't for his slightly muscular shape and feline dexterity. Being a hunter and a warrior, the feline was quite fit and looked healthy, even though he could never take down a dragon. Even then, he could always rely on his sharp fangs and teeth if ever he got in too serious of a situation, an optimistic and fierce opponent for those who dared provoking him.
The cat moved gracefully and demonstrated unequalled agility. He had sharp reflexes, dexterous fingers, and whenever he strolled around the woods, it seemed like he was in complete control of not only his body, but his surroundings. He could be mesmerizing at times, especially in dim, candle-lit tents and caverns. Metzli always felt comfortable with others, as long as they weren't aggressive and threatening, and oftentimes, it made befriending the jaguar a whole lot easier.
Personality
In his part of the jungle, jaguars like Metzli were apex predators. The forest belonged to them, or so outsiders would realize when they made it there. This could make a few of the cats Metzli lived with cocky and cheeky, especially the younger ones like him.
This never prevented the feline from befriending others, and in fact, this happened to be one of his favourite activities. Contrarily to the others in his tribe, Metzli knew all sorts of people, lizards, foxes, dragons... He was a daring, playful feline who usually preferred wasting time with the company of others over working. He still managed to acquire a certain level of skills when it came to defending his brethren, hunting food, and even alchemical and ritualistic concoctions. All this know-how was always put to good use, usually in order to taunt acquaintances and friends in bothersome, and sometimes scary, (borderline cruel) ways.
OOC
I don’t really have that much to say here. Just a few things:
- I really don’t like planning everything from scratch right down to specifics. Sure, it’s good to have a guiding line, though we can work things out from there.
- I am capable of writing quite a few lines per post, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll enjoy doing so all the times. When responding becomes a pain because there’s too much pressure to perform, I kinda lose the will to play. This is why I like things being informal and casual. It’s just a preference though.
- I’m a very open minded person who likes to try out new things. Have no fear if you have unique ideas to discuss with me. I’ll most likely be more than happy to hear about them and maybe help out making these ideas a fun-filled roleplay!
- Please don't eat me in one post. I like to be able to interact. This is important to me because I prefer playing prey but I actually play pred more often. I think it's only reasonable that I request that the times I do get to play as prey, I get a nice experience out of it.
- Last but not the least, I’m a friendly person! Give me a poke! Say hi! I’m always looking for more people to nibble at.
- I'm sorry, but I have a hard time interacting with many people at once. This means that if I play in public and I'm already busy with a few other people, there is a slight probability that I might forget to acknowledge your actions or presence. Sometimes, there's so much happening at once in a single scene that it would be easier to simply talk to me in private while I continue with my previous shenanigans.
- I also speak French and Spanish.
I'm very friendly and welcoming, and am usually happy to be approached by others, no matter the reason. Give me a poke, seriously. If you don't have any roleplaying ideas, we can figure it out. Metzli is a very versatile character, as is his player.