Symphony Bava' // Tiger}{Führer

[I L Y I C H]

Symphony Bava'
So I can come to terms and face the mask that's in front of me
I know there is no exit, I erased it from my memory

Gender: male
Age: 5 1/2 years
Species: Siberian tiger
*Pride: Ende
*Rank: Fuhrer

Eye color: electric blue
Body Build: thick limbed and well muscled
Fur Length: short
*In-Depth Physical Appearance:
Vivid blue eyes stare back from his bleached face. Pureness forced forth by dissrupted genes, its broken by the ragged slashed of darkness that seep into it. Darkness and pureness, two things that seem to mix so easily. Two things that always seem to bring the other forward. Huge limbs hold up the muscled form of a broken soul. Like aghoul it walks, tampering down any and all resistance. Like a vampire it sucks the life from the earth about it, its black padded paws slapping into the living earth with dead sickening thuds. Gray swabs of pain arch underneath his shoking orbs. Jaws part to reveal the sharp sickly yellow canines that arch forth from his gums. There is nothing healthy about his apperance. He's simply alive, and living is simply a form of death.

Mother: unknown
Father: unknown
Siblings: unknown
Friends: Anberlin / Annora / Ezhno (maybe not really)
Mate: n/a
Children: n/a

Do they oppose humans?: yup
Personality:
GO READ HIS THREADS NOTHING HERE IS TRUE


What made them decide to escape?: insanity, oh and the voices. voices are fun like that <3
History:
He beets it back with an iron stake, the poor boy. Even demons have their terrors. Caged and alone, thats how he first woke. A tube shuddering down his maw. Never had he been by his mothers side, the young tiger had died giving birth to her three children- none of whom ever met. He knew only darkness, only pain and the agony of having that tube torn out of his throat and having it shoved back down. He suffered, in the blackness. And a demon spawned in his soul. Perhapse he was posessed in thoes dark days, when his young heart could do nothing but grasp at the presnt. Maybe lucifer himself rose up fromt he bowls of hell to torture the child internaly.

Thats whent he voices began. They tormented him, telling him things a child should never learn, teaching him at the same time. And then came the day when the tube didn't come back. Symphony did not know of time or even of the concept. He knew only that the voices came more during the last few hours of the days. They haunted him when the blackness took on the personality of ink. In the dark he totered eating what was given through a shaft so rarly opened that it blinded him each time.

He learned to walk, and through the cloacked walls he learned to speak from a thing beside him that called itself a 'Lion'. Slowly he began to plan, to learn and teach himself things he shouldn't have in that ink pot of a room. He detached everything, only his mind and his stomach continued to shift. And then one day they left the slot open too far. They left his door open too long. And a furiouse psycophathic 4 year old siberian tiger released all of hells demons on his owners.

and when the police came forward there was nothing but blood, blood gnawed bones and a trail of bloody pawprints announcing the arrival of a new man killer to the wilds of north america

For a long wile he simply hung about. Creating Ende under a germanic dictator ship. He allied with Ezhno for no particular reason other then boredom, and now he just watches. The little twitch of his tail is his only show of annoyance. The game is growing old.