Post by Sterling on Dec 10, 2011 16:53:20 GMT -5
Sterling Felidae
Name: Sterling Felidae
Nickname: N/A
Age: 2 1/2 Years
Race: Talking Beast -- Cheetah
World: Narnia
Alliance: Aslan
Celebrity Claim: Anonymous King's Cheetah
Looks: Sterling is a cheetah, one of the feline family, and prides himself on being (genus-wise) reasonably closely related to the great Aslan. He has a great golden coat with a variety of black spots that mark him as a cheetah. However, Sterling's particular pattern is different in that he has the pattern characteristic of a rare coat gene that marks him as a King's Cheetah. But other than that, he holds all the physical characteristics of a typical cheetah, with long gangly legs made for his fast running, great golden-brown eyes that give him excellent sight in the dark, a long thick tail used for balance during a quick chase, and a scarily thin body that makes Sterling as aerodynamically adept as possible.
Personality: Where to start? Well, to begin, the first thing that anyone should know about Sterling is that is tries to be noble and chivalrous as much as possible. Granted, he is already noble in some ways, as he almost always puts others first and treats ladies with the utmost respect. He has a reasonably serious air about him that can make him seem intimidating upon first meeting, though when one gets to know him, while he still has a reasonably cool exterior, one tends to notice his undying loyalty and courage, and that in itself can make him seem easier to be around. Sterling tries to be wise in his decisions, though he's only 2 1/2 years old and often decides things with his heart as opposed to his head. Anyone can see he's passionate about the protection of the kings and queens of Narnia, and it was part of the reason he was made captain of the Narnian guard - an honor Sterling holds close to his heart.
However, like any other creature in existence, Sterling also has his flaws. He's extremely proud and reasonably stubborn, and doesn't like being told he's wrong (though, of course, if it's one of the kings or queens telling him, he takes it with a grain of salt and tries not to argue). He doesn't like his authority being questioned, even if he's only had it for about two months now. Sterling enjoys being seen as dominant, and will not accept any attitudes that suggest otherwise.
Family: Mother - India Felidae; Father - Unknown; Sister - Vienna Felidae
History: Sterling, along with his litter-mate Vienna, was born to India Felidae and an unknown father (among cheetahs, the fathers never stay around and Sterling has never had the curiosity to find out), two and a half years ago, when Narnia was still under control of the Telmarines. He was raised among a small group of felines that had decided to band together for the purpose of surviving. His mother passed away from a fever illness that swept through one winter, but thankfully Sterling had reached the age of maturity at that time, and could fend for himself. Granted, no loss like that goes without some kind of grieving and anger, but Sterling is one to understand the way of nature, and the cruel ways in which it worked - if you were strong enough, you survived. If you weren't, you perished. It was a cruel truth, but a truth all the same.
He and his sister Vienna were among those called together by Caspian in the woods one night, and among the first to agree to Caspian's terms. He knew of the power that the horn which Caspian blew possessed, and has a great respect for all things magical. And, so, Sterling became one of the many who journeyed to Aslan's How to develop an army. As an animal raised by other felines, he already had a general instinct on how to fight. Training with other Narnians had refined his skill, and by the time the High Kings and Queens of Narnia came into their midst, he was one of the best fighters the Narnian ragtag army had. It surprised nobody when he and his sister were selected for the raid on Miraz's castle.
Vienna and Sterling were assigned to be a part of the force that attacked the castle full-on, along with the majority of the Narnian soldiers. They fought side by side, as only siblings could, though Sterling acquired an injury halfway through the siege that now accounts for the slight limp he has in his front right leg. A Telmarine kicked him in the shoulder, with enough force that shattered the bone there. Vienna made a move to avenge his injury, but it was at that exact moment that the order was given to retreat. Vienna assured her brother that she would be right behind him, and so Sterling stumbled for the exit. He was one of the last few out of the gate before it closed, and as he turned around to face his sister, his heart sank and his stomach dropped. His sister had been left behind - she had been too busy attacking the Telmarine that had broken his shoulder. And he watched as she was shot down by an archer.
With a broken heart, Sterling returned home to the How, limping all the way. He was tended to by one of the centaur females, who knew a bit about healing, and she did what she could for the poor cheetah who had lost the only family he was aware that he'd had. Feeling the need to grieve alone, he ventured into the How, unknowingly heading towards the event that would serve as one of the most important in his life.
He stalked into the darkness of the How, only to hear the shouts of a scuffle going on in the main room, where the old Stone Table once laid. Without a second thought, Sterling dashed into the room of the Stone Table, only to find himself in the middle of what looked like a bloody miniature battle. His eyes had immediately picked out the Pevensies and Caspian, but he also saw enemies. One of which was one the elders of his small feline community from when he was a cub often told of as a legend. The White Witch. How she'd come into being, Sterling had no idea, but all he'd known at that moment was that his kings and queens were in danger, and so he acted. Others came to their aid when he yowled for help, but he had been one of the first responders.
Sterling sufficiently kept the exit free of all enemies for a few moments, enough to ensure that the Pevensies and Caspian and all other loyal Narnians escaped. He had been a marvelous fighter, a spectacle, even with his wounded shoulder, and when he came running back out, he most definitely knew his place was to stay with his kings and queens. Little did he know, however, that his acts would earn him the position of captain of the Narnian guard. Sterling's sole purposes in life now is to avenge his sister, and to protect his kings and queens with his life.
Your Name/Nickname: Harper!!
Roleplaying Experience: 4 Years ^^
Sample Roleplay:"Make sure this place is secure. I don't want anything to get in or out of here without our knowing about it."
The three that Sterling had chosen to do this for him nodded and went off to do as their commander told them. The cheetah watched them go with careful golden brown eyes, and sat down as soon as they'd left. His front leg, the one that had been injured in the raid on Miraz's castle, it still bothered him from time to time, but not it was merely occasional twinges and a slight limp that was probably going to remain with him for the rest of his life. However long or short that life may be from here on out. While Archenland was not Narnia, he was still sure that the White Witch was actively seeking out the Pevensies and Caspian, which was all the more reason to keep a careful look out for any potential enemies. As newly appointed captain of the guard, he took their safety as his priority, even over his own and that of those under his command.
Nobody would touch his kings or queens. Not while he was still breathing. Perking his ears and twitching his long tail, Sterling rose to his feet and padded back into the clearing where they were setting up camp. Whether or not this was going to be a somewhat permanent residence, there was no knowing. There was practically no way to be sure of anything anymore. Some dipped their heads to him as he passed, and Sterling always made it a point to dip his head in return. He was determined. Determined to be the best captain of the guard that Narnia had ever known.
