ID #12301596

Currents | |
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Age | 2 years 3½ months (Adult) |
Sex | Male |
Energy |
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Mood |
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Hunger |
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HP |
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Personality | Sarcastic |
Breeding Information | |
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Age in Rollovers | 55 |
Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
Last Bred | Never |
Fertility | N/A |
Heat Cycle | N/A |
Items Applied | None! |
Pair Bond |
None
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Looks | |
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Base | Gravel (0.47%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Medium I |
Eyes | Rhudd |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Lusxnei |
Claws | Lusxnei |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings
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Slot 1 | Sterling Lupos (33% : T6) |
Slot 2 | Sterling Shaded (85% : T6) |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | Black Wraith (93% : T3) |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | Losna Cross (27% : T3) |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | Rufous Panda (67% : T6) |
Biography
Name: Cinis (pronounced SIN-nis)
Meaning: Latin for "ash"—a name that lingers like smoke after something has been destroyed.
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With an ash-dusted pelt and ember-orange eyes that glow like the last light in a dying fire, Cinis looks like he was born from ruin. Jagged, skeletal markings slash down his sides like the echoes of some forgotten blaze—too sharp to be natural, too deliberate to be coincidence. He doesn't walk so much as glide, shoulders rolling in rhythm with some unseen flame, always with a crooked grin that never reaches both eyes. He moves like smoke and laughs like it burns.
Among the Hell Reapers, Cinis is less a shadow and more a specter—mocking, unpredictable, and disturbingly amused by everything from pain to silence. He doesn't strike first, not because he's hesitant, but because it's more fun to let fear ferment. He toys with enemies, twists words like knives, and circles the battlefield with the glee of someone who's already chosen the most poetic end for you. Where others use brute force, Cinis uses theater—and cruelty as comedy.
And yet, there's more to the fire than flame. When Lilura was forced into retirement, smoldering with bitterness, it was Cinis who first stepped into her path—not to offer sympathy, but a sharp-edged joke and a challenge. Where others tiptoed around her pride, Cinis poked it with a stick. Over time, the two developed an unexpected camaraderie—two sharp minds tempered by damage and pride. He became her second-in-command among the young hunter mentors, not officially, but in the way he'd start showing up just as a lesson began, or toss a snide comment that—annoyingly—landed a point she hadn't thought to teach.
Though he'd never admit it, Cinis has found something steady in mentorship: not softness, but loyalty, and a quiet satisfaction in watching the next generation pick up the torch. He still jokes, still slinks, still smiles that lopsided grin—but if a young hunter needs backup, Cinis is already there. And if anyone threatens them? Well. He's already imagined ten ways to end that encounter, too.
Meaning: Latin for "ash"—a name that lingers like smoke after something has been destroyed.
⸻
With an ash-dusted pelt and ember-orange eyes that glow like the last light in a dying fire, Cinis looks like he was born from ruin. Jagged, skeletal markings slash down his sides like the echoes of some forgotten blaze—too sharp to be natural, too deliberate to be coincidence. He doesn't walk so much as glide, shoulders rolling in rhythm with some unseen flame, always with a crooked grin that never reaches both eyes. He moves like smoke and laughs like it burns.
Among the Hell Reapers, Cinis is less a shadow and more a specter—mocking, unpredictable, and disturbingly amused by everything from pain to silence. He doesn't strike first, not because he's hesitant, but because it's more fun to let fear ferment. He toys with enemies, twists words like knives, and circles the battlefield with the glee of someone who's already chosen the most poetic end for you. Where others use brute force, Cinis uses theater—and cruelty as comedy.
And yet, there's more to the fire than flame. When Lilura was forced into retirement, smoldering with bitterness, it was Cinis who first stepped into her path—not to offer sympathy, but a sharp-edged joke and a challenge. Where others tiptoed around her pride, Cinis poked it with a stick. Over time, the two developed an unexpected camaraderie—two sharp minds tempered by damage and pride. He became her second-in-command among the young hunter mentors, not officially, but in the way he'd start showing up just as a lesson began, or toss a snide comment that—annoyingly—landed a point she hadn't thought to teach.
Though he'd never admit it, Cinis has found something steady in mentorship: not softness, but loyalty, and a quiet satisfaction in watching the next generation pick up the torch. He still jokes, still slinks, still smiles that lopsided grin—but if a young hunter needs backup, Cinis is already there. And if anyone threatens them? Well. He's already imagined ten ways to end that encounter, too.
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
154 | 135 | 143 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
102 | 127 | 661 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | ![]() |
Season | ![]() |
Biome | Tundra |
Decorations and Background |
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Background
None equippedDecorations
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None equipped!
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Hunter
Proficiency | |
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Hunting: Stalking | |
Hunting: Chasing | |
Hunting: Finishing | |
Scouting | |
Herbalism | |
Pupsitting |
Statistic | Count |
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Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
Total Number of Hunts | 192 |
Successful Hunts | 145 |
Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 38 rollovers
Wolf created on 2025-02-25 18:22:20