Rufus the Mad
Shut up and Dance...
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(ooc: A thread for Demoness and myself to frolic in, though we may open it up to more kitties if we find some that we like. 
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Characters name: Ho-dan Khui
Characters race: Shifter (Bengal Tiger)
Characters age: 39
Place of Origin: Indochina
Physical description: Ho-dan stands a massive six foot three, large even in human form, and looks every bit the professional weightlifter that he is. When not competing he is dressed stylishly in his custom fit dark silk suits, usually with a contrasting brightly colored shirt underneath. His blue-black hair is cropped short on the sides, with just enough left on the top to reveal a stylish natural wave. His skin is deeply tanned, a far cry from the yellowish tint of his heritage, and his almond shaped emerald green eyes are the central focus of a face seemingly cut from a modeling ad. He is a consummate competitor in his field, and he works hard to remain so.
His true form, however, would easily blast the competition off the stage entirely. Topping nine and a half feet, and having enough muscle mass to make a brick wall back down first, he would barely have to flex once to win. His orange and black coat is kept shining clean, and the white fur of his chest throat and paws is pristine and downy soft. His voice, in either form, is a deep rumbling purr, and is rarely used with those he doesn’t know. His black claws gleam as though polished, and his sharp teeth seem to glow when, or if, he smiles. In all, he seems proud, distant, and vain. This is not the case.
Ho-dan sees his appearance as his occupation, and takes great pains to remain in top form. To have money he must win, to win, he must focus on style, appearance, and form. This is not vanity, it is practicality.
Personality: Quiet and intense, Ho-dan seems to ignore most of what goes on around him. When he finds something worthy of attention, however, he pursues it with dogged determination. Being a professional athlete, he is focused on his appearance, and is never seen looking unkempt of shoddy, never mussed in any way. His manner, when dealing with other people is either cool and detached or focused and intense, dependant on whether he found them interesting or not.
Interesting fact: Few know that Ho-dan once had to work his way up through the brutal world of the underground fighting arenas, where he wore the name Khan, and left a bloody trail of broken and torn opponents behind him. His world changed when a promoter for a local weightlifting contest saw one of his matches, and was able to convince him to compete. That first taste, even though he placed a distant fourth, was enough to show the once brutal Ho-dan that there was another way.
There are a few, however, who remember the bloody rampages of the un stoppable Khan, and recognize the one time battler. Those who do are quickly dealt with, either paid for their silence, or simply made to ‘disappear’. It would do no good for the promising star’s career if he should be linked to such brutal depravity.
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Ho-dan Khui had done better than usual this season, much better. He had taken first in several of the regionals, placing no lower than third in most, and had risen dramatically in the overall standings. The sponsers were beginning to notice, and he had redieved a call just that morning from a suppliment distributer. He was a threat now, a real contender for a shot at the bigger contests, maybe even Mr Universe, if he played it right! He was getting the real money, the true recognition... Life was pretty good.
He cruised into the sprawling city without a clear destination, just drifting in the post-seasonal fog that he usually found himself in, listening to the soulful tunes on the radio and simply enjoying his time, relaxing for a bit after so much work. He turned the big mercedes down one street after another, exploring the darkened streets with a childlike sense of wonder, staring through the tinted glass at the tall buildings, and wondering who might live in such places. He had never been to this city, and wasn't really certain where he was going, or even where he was, but wasn't overly concerned. The internal GPS system in the car could help him get out if it came to it, and he was enjoying the explorations.
His foot suddenly stomped on the brake, howeve, bringing the lumbering metal beast to a dead stop in the middle of the road, and he sat with his entire body tense, his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly as he inhaled slowly through flared nostrils. He had caught the scent of one of his own kind! Eyes snapped open as he pondered the possibilities, and he whipped the car over to the curb as his mind ran over his itenerary. There was nothing pressing for the next few weeks, nothing he couldn't shuffle around anyway, and it wasn't every day that he discovered one of his own kind...
The well-dressed weightlifter secured the car, the cheerful chirp of the alarm sounding strangely loud in the empty street, and turned to the dark that surrounded him. Somewhere out there, somewhere close, was another Tiger. He sniffed again, tracing the scent across the wafting breeze, and finding the direction the faint smell had originated from. The other tiger... a female if his nose was right, seemed to have wandered the area rather extensively... Was he in a hunting area? Was he intruding? Only one way to find out.
His bright green eyes flashed with excitement, and he bared his perfectly aligned and astonishingly white teeth in a wide smile as he took to the shadows, following the scent trail that his hunters nose had discovered...
)Characters name: Ho-dan Khui
Characters race: Shifter (Bengal Tiger)
Characters age: 39
Place of Origin: Indochina
Physical description: Ho-dan stands a massive six foot three, large even in human form, and looks every bit the professional weightlifter that he is. When not competing he is dressed stylishly in his custom fit dark silk suits, usually with a contrasting brightly colored shirt underneath. His blue-black hair is cropped short on the sides, with just enough left on the top to reveal a stylish natural wave. His skin is deeply tanned, a far cry from the yellowish tint of his heritage, and his almond shaped emerald green eyes are the central focus of a face seemingly cut from a modeling ad. He is a consummate competitor in his field, and he works hard to remain so.
His true form, however, would easily blast the competition off the stage entirely. Topping nine and a half feet, and having enough muscle mass to make a brick wall back down first, he would barely have to flex once to win. His orange and black coat is kept shining clean, and the white fur of his chest throat and paws is pristine and downy soft. His voice, in either form, is a deep rumbling purr, and is rarely used with those he doesn’t know. His black claws gleam as though polished, and his sharp teeth seem to glow when, or if, he smiles. In all, he seems proud, distant, and vain. This is not the case.
Ho-dan sees his appearance as his occupation, and takes great pains to remain in top form. To have money he must win, to win, he must focus on style, appearance, and form. This is not vanity, it is practicality.
Personality: Quiet and intense, Ho-dan seems to ignore most of what goes on around him. When he finds something worthy of attention, however, he pursues it with dogged determination. Being a professional athlete, he is focused on his appearance, and is never seen looking unkempt of shoddy, never mussed in any way. His manner, when dealing with other people is either cool and detached or focused and intense, dependant on whether he found them interesting or not.
Interesting fact: Few know that Ho-dan once had to work his way up through the brutal world of the underground fighting arenas, where he wore the name Khan, and left a bloody trail of broken and torn opponents behind him. His world changed when a promoter for a local weightlifting contest saw one of his matches, and was able to convince him to compete. That first taste, even though he placed a distant fourth, was enough to show the once brutal Ho-dan that there was another way.
There are a few, however, who remember the bloody rampages of the un stoppable Khan, and recognize the one time battler. Those who do are quickly dealt with, either paid for their silence, or simply made to ‘disappear’. It would do no good for the promising star’s career if he should be linked to such brutal depravity.
*******************************************
Ho-dan Khui had done better than usual this season, much better. He had taken first in several of the regionals, placing no lower than third in most, and had risen dramatically in the overall standings. The sponsers were beginning to notice, and he had redieved a call just that morning from a suppliment distributer. He was a threat now, a real contender for a shot at the bigger contests, maybe even Mr Universe, if he played it right! He was getting the real money, the true recognition... Life was pretty good.
He cruised into the sprawling city without a clear destination, just drifting in the post-seasonal fog that he usually found himself in, listening to the soulful tunes on the radio and simply enjoying his time, relaxing for a bit after so much work. He turned the big mercedes down one street after another, exploring the darkened streets with a childlike sense of wonder, staring through the tinted glass at the tall buildings, and wondering who might live in such places. He had never been to this city, and wasn't really certain where he was going, or even where he was, but wasn't overly concerned. The internal GPS system in the car could help him get out if it came to it, and he was enjoying the explorations.
His foot suddenly stomped on the brake, howeve, bringing the lumbering metal beast to a dead stop in the middle of the road, and he sat with his entire body tense, his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly as he inhaled slowly through flared nostrils. He had caught the scent of one of his own kind! Eyes snapped open as he pondered the possibilities, and he whipped the car over to the curb as his mind ran over his itenerary. There was nothing pressing for the next few weeks, nothing he couldn't shuffle around anyway, and it wasn't every day that he discovered one of his own kind...
The well-dressed weightlifter secured the car, the cheerful chirp of the alarm sounding strangely loud in the empty street, and turned to the dark that surrounded him. Somewhere out there, somewhere close, was another Tiger. He sniffed again, tracing the scent across the wafting breeze, and finding the direction the faint smell had originated from. The other tiger... a female if his nose was right, seemed to have wandered the area rather extensively... Was he in a hunting area? Was he intruding? Only one way to find out.
His bright green eyes flashed with excitement, and he bared his perfectly aligned and astonishingly white teeth in a wide smile as he took to the shadows, following the scent trail that his hunters nose had discovered...
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