TGB - Sango Reff Sheet

EDIT: His written information will be updated soon xD Sango is now Deceased. Information and Illustration of his Death will be released eventually :C

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Name || _{Sango [ S - Aang - Go ]}
Meaning || _{N / A}
Kit Name || _Bramble
Gender || _Male
Tribe || _Shadow-Tribe
Age || _{2 Season Cycles}
Breed || _{Burmese Tabby Mix}
Rank || _Warrior
Tattoo || _Green-Shadow
Ability || _Secondary

Appearance || _{Sango is a bit of a lean, scruffy tom-cat. He doesn't care much about looks, and his dark chocolaty brown fur is usually dirty. His left ear was torn in the battle of the Alliance and the Rebellion, and the other has an indent left in it from having his earring yanked out in battle once before. His tail is long and rounded, and he has slight ticking along his back and tail from his tabby mother. These striped wrap around his sides, with an almost rib cage-like look to them. His paws are a lighter shade than the rest of his body, and his tattoo has faded into the same colour as his emerald eyes as he aged. He isn't very smart on his paws, and is the type of guy to trip over not only his words but his own paws when he gets embarrassed. Sango is a fighter, so even though he has a naturally skinny-ish build, he isn't all that fast or agile, and is best with sly maneuvers rather than brute strength in battle.}

Personality :
|| Patient || Reserved || Protective || Ignorant || Submissive || Gullible ||

Patient >> _{Good things come to those who wait. Sango can sit still for ages staring at one spot, and he's easily lost in his mind. If there's something that needs being done, he'll take the time to make sure he does it right. His patience is usually demonstrated with his hunting. Since he can be a bit touchy with his powers, feeling guilty sapping free will, Sango's been known to sit and wait, going to still and quiet that prey will venture close, and only then will he go for the kill. Because of his clumsiness on his paws, he's a awful stalker, so the ability to wait rather than rushing ahead and ruining his chances comes in handy. This also helps since while he was in Fire-Tribe he had been put on Guard duty for a while,and he grew accustomed to sitting and watching carefully. He isn't the type to doze off and he's not lazy, but sometimes he's prone to over-thinking things while he waits from dawn 'till dusk.}
Reserved >> _{Sango doesn't usually have a whole lot to say, and doesn't know how to share things with others. When he returned to Shadow-Tribe after the war, many regarded him as a traitor, and he hasn't felt very unified with the tribe since then. He fights to redeem himself though, since the moment he put his paw back int he caves and saw all the grins tattooed to others faces...he knew he was really home. But his betrayal had taken it's toll, and being away from his love, Maika, he finds it hard to look at others as friends. The last of his social behavior was shattered when Damian, his best friend, was crushed in a cave-in. Hushed once again, he'll listen to anyone who wants to talk to him, but really feels no desire to be heard. And oddly enough, he's fine with that.}
Protective >> _{To certain individuals in particular, Sango can sometimes become clingy. With too much time to think on his hands, it's typical of him to get himself worked up over nonexistent scenarios, and being apart from those he wants to protect drives the tabby up the wall. Maika especially, since she's over in the Air-Tribe and he doesn't see her as often as he'd like. He knows sometimes he needs to step back, but as a warrior he's filled his head with this odd mentality that it's his blood duty to protect his friends and his tribe, as if he could right the wrongs he's done by preventing his other mistakes. But it doesn't seem to work the way he'd like, since he usually only irritated others with his need to jump into heated situations where he doesn't belong.}
Ignorant >> _{Not as in self-centered, but as in stupid. Sango is the kind of cat who thinks things through, but his opinions can sometimes be way off base. He's the daft kind of tom; the kind who doesn't understand 'hints'. If someone sighs dramatically, he'll ask if they're tired. He means well in all that he does, but sometimes he just doesn't understand what others are trying to get across to him; much of it is probably because he isn't the most social, talkative of cats in the caves. There isn't a whole lot to say about this trait, but if messages need to get across, best to use words with him; something he understands. The emotional part of his ability he's never been able to grasp well after his roller-coaster of a life, and because of it his forceful powers are so honed it frightens him out of using them many times.}
Gullible >> _xxx


Skills :
Secondary: || SKILL 1 _{( Is this a Name? )} || SKILL 2 _{( Seeing the Soul)} || SKILL 3 _{( Control Through the Name 1 )} || SKILL 4 _{( Understanding of Emotions )} || SKILL 5 _{( Control Through The Name 2 )} || SKILL 6 _{( Meditation )} || SKILL 7 _{( Control Through The Name 3 )}


Signature Move || xxx - _{None Yet}


Total Skill Count || ₇
Soulbond || _None
Mate || _Maika
Kits || _None

History || _xxx

Relationships

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= Neutral
= Respect
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Family
= Dislike
= Hate
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Refer to Heart Chart
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Roleplay Sample ||
_{It was oddly surreal, how with ever graceful movement of the fox he felt closer to his element. His affinity, smoke. Teigan often didn’t know what to think of it. Should he be glad? Should he be ashamed? He recalled how he used to practice it, working on his breathing, cloaking himself in the ashy, strong smelling whisps of air until he melted into the shadows. It used up a lot of his energy, his kros, but in a way, smoke served him well. It was the cover of thieves, allowing him to get around undetected. Well, to anyone who didn’t have a nose. He guessed it was probably more effective to use the element after he had been detected. And the gods knew how much trouble he got in, using his smoke or not. It probably didn’t help his case that the other day him and Nyoku had been exploring and discovered a Red Kros bead each. With it, he felt a strange sense of power, as if he could do whatever he wanted and still had a get out of jail free card. He smirked crookedly at the very thought. Aah, kros beads. He kept it a bit of a secret, however. It was partially because of his selfish greed and love of mysteries, but also because he didn’t like the idea of others asking him where he found it. Teigan knew if he would tell the curious aeniama, they would most likely go searching around there too. And with more foxes constantly exploring, there would be less potential places for Teigan to go and hang out or simply be alone, causing problems. He wondered absentmindedly if the cinnamon coloured spirit had told anybody about her bead. It didn’t really matter to him what she did, but come to think of it, she could’ve told all the level nine kitsunes by now. He shrugged to himself; Nyoku didn’t exactly strike him as a blabbermouth. His lilac gaze flickered back to the fox with the chicken skull. There was something about him that was both fascinating and almost… irritating? Teigan narrowed his eyes; that chicken skull was kinda creepy. It was so strange, the way the other aeniama would speak with it. Was it actually talking back? He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this crazy brute was on to something. He contemplated trying to swipe his totem, but quickly rules that out. This fox was already batshit crazy with his skull. Who knew what kinds of hells would break loose without it? Besides, what would a fox like Teigan want with a smelly old chicken skull? His interests seemed to usually range around more shiny objects, like silvery of golden kitchenware and different forms of human jewellery they seemed to have lost down their drains. The smell of the humans often made the aeniama gag, but after sitting on things long enough they seem to mysteriously gain the scent of smoke. Like his dice and his pelt, for an example. Some foxes even seemed bothered by it, but he appreciated those that didn’t. Well, to be honest, half the time he felt an odd glimmer of rueful pride at getting an irritated glance or comment about the state of his scent. That’s right, get a good long whiff. Smoke if my affinity and I’m proud, he would huff mentally.
[ Taken from an Rp for KrosFox with ~Captain-Clover and ~kate0808 ]}


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Art / Sango (c) *KitsaniCat
The Golden Butterfly (c) *Tzurai