Enigma the Unknown ~TRD

Name: Enigma

Species: Jaguar

Gender: Male

Rank: Solus

Age: 5 years, but you can't know for sure

Genetics:

Dominant: Sleek/Shiny fur (Aa), Limber build (AA)

Recessive:  Large size (aa)

Mutations: Melanism (aa)

Carrier: Normal pelt colors (AA)

Physical Description:

Body: Enigma is a little larger than the average Jaguar. He's 5 feet 8 inches long with a 30 inch long tail, standing at about 28 inches at the shoulder and clocking in at 320 pounds. His pelt looks black from his melanism, but if the sun hit's his pelt just right you can see that he's actually a really dark grey with darker grey rosettes covering his body. It can be assumed his face looks similar, but since he never takes off the helmet, nobody can say for sure.

Armor: Made more for concealment than actual defense, his armor mainly consists of a dark purple cloth cloak. On his shoulders it looks like some metal plates have been sewn into an underlying layer of fabric. On his legs he has some bracers that are made of dyed leather and painted steel (painted so it doesn't reflect) His mask is also made of steel with thick glass circles in the eyeholes, rendering his eye color unseeable. The "feathers" on the back of his helmet and edges of the cloak are made of thin leather. He has never been known to be seen without his armor, so the only clues to what his species is come from his paws and tail.

Personality:

Silent|Secretive|Anti-social|Stealth|Rumors|Caring

Silent: "..."

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Secretive: "Everyone has things they'd rather not tell."

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Anti-social: "I don't want to be around others."

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Stealth: "I make the shadows my home."

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Rumors: "Sometimes it's better to let others believe what they want."

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Caring: "I may keep to myself, but I wouldn't leave someone to die."

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Background:

Enigma's background matches his name, nobody but he knows it. And he prefers not to talk about it. What can be determined is that he is from a place far away from Rome and was trained in making himself invisible, meaning he was trained in stealth. However a few things are known about him, and will be repeated for the sake of being able to understand SOMETHING about this jaguar.

He arrived sometime in late summer from the northwest. A month or so after rumors of a massive battle between all the empires and the Massilian bounty hunters in Masillia. Nobody can place an exact date of when he showed up, just that one day he happened to be around. He was already clad in his armor, and when asked about where he got by a few brave solus he only responded with "A cat with long ears and a short tail." He didn't come and take territory with a vengeance, like it was rumored he was going to (after all, with a cat that creepy and unfriendly, who wouldn't assume he wasn't there to conquer space for himself?) instead he just quietly staked his own claim and kept to himself. Of course, rumors circulate as they do, and so the name Enigma started circulating, since any time beforehand if asked his name the only response would be silence. So, Enigma became the mantle that he took up, not denying or confirming any rumors about him, almost seemingly content to just be what his name represented, and Enigma.

Not that many have talked with him directly, but those that do often end up a little more confused about him than they were before. He's been described as not sinister, but there's just something about him that makes others feel like he's out of place, and he'd belong much better somewhere else. Others say that his voice seems to have a weight in it, as if he did some wrong in the past he wishes to atone for, or that his quiet and mysterious nature is a way of mourning for the loss of something important.

So far he has taken up living in the thickly forested areas in the south of the solus lands, inside a small cave on a ridge where the only accessible path to it is through the trees. His comings and goings are rarely seen, but they're mostly at night. The cave entrance is covered in a curtain of vines, keeping anything inside invisible to the outside world as he lives out his life in solitude, offering help to his neighbors if needed, but otherwise keeping out of sight from others. His motives unknown, his previous life shrouded in theory and shadows, his coming and going unseen by the Solus, Ferox, Hunters, and Olum alike. Will he ever reveal who he is and where he comes from? Nobody knows, some suspect not even he does.

And that seems to be just how he likes to keep it.

Skills and Statistics:

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Extra Information:

 

Voice actor:

Items: none


Mentors and Apprentices:

Mentor: Unknown

Apprentices: Unknown, it is rumored he had one at one time

Past: N/A
Present: N/A

Roleplay Tracker: To be created

Art Tracker: To be created

Family:

Immediate Family:

Mother:
unknown/outside rome/unknown/Jaguar

Father:
unknown/outside rome/unknown/Jaguar


Siblings:
unknown/outside rome/unknown/Jaguars


Relationships:

= Neutral
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= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Dislike/Hate
= Family
= Jealous
= Respect

Bounty Hunters
N/A

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Ferox
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Solus
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Outside of Rome:
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Roleplay Example:

The coliseum roared with noise from the stands as the body of the last feline who lost a fight was dragged from the arena. The sand, bloodied and tossed up from the last fight wasn't smoothed out, after all why bother, when there were plenty more fights that day. As the last hunter left the arena to rest between fights, the announcer spoke again. "And now, the third fight of the day, you're in for a treat today, another hunter shall show his metal in the arena today!" the crowd cheered, and the first gate opened. The feline in the gate didn't wasn't a hunter, it was a feline that had been bred to fight, and had never tasted the freedom outside the coliseum walls. It was a cougar, scarred up and claws itching for a fight. "And now dear people of Rome, the claws of the war god, our hunter!" the second gate lifted, and a human bent down, unclasping the cape from the armor of the serval who would face off against the cougar. It seemed like a rather unevenly matched fight, and the cougar laughed. "I have to fight this scrap? What a waste of life, go back to fight someone your own size shrimp!" the cougar taunted.

Martius said nothing, stepped forward, expression blank, as he looked his opponent over, calculating weak points in his head. Cocky, this will be over quickly. He thought as he walked a few more paces forward and stopped. "What’s the matter, you too scared to fight me serval? I'll peel your armor off you like a “the cougar taunted again. When no response was given, the cougar charged the serval, leaping, claws out, ready to pin Martius down. What happened next was a blur to those in the stands. Martius, just as the cougar was coming down to pin him, darted forward, and rolled under the larger cat, slicing at his stomach as he twisted to get out of the way of his leap. It hit its mark, but not as deep as Martius had intended, but it did the damage. The cougar was aware of the pain in his belly and innards, and of the blood pouring out of the wound. He turned his head around in a fury. "I will not be bested by a maggot like you!" He snarled before turning and running at the hunter, currently perpendicular to the direction the cougar was running. With a cold glare the elite hunter turned, lunging upward sharply as the cougar's head started to come over him, catching the cougar in the throat with his canines. The force cause the cougar to swerve to the right and fall over, the serval's bite having mangled the cougars windpipe. A shadow passed over the cougars head, and gasping, the dying cat looked up to see the serval’s cold, green glare. He tried to say something, but it came out as a mangled gurgling noise. The serval leaned down and whispered menacingly "Don't leave yourself exposed." before rising back up, and raising his paw, metal and keratin flashing in the sunlight-

and the cougar's life ended in a gush of blood.

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