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Let's Begin
Name: Hannibal Khan
Nickname/Other names: Han, don't call him 'nibble'.
Parent(s): Shere Khan
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Canon: The Jungle Book
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Mirror, Mirror
Face Claim/PB
[Joseph Morgan]
Appearance: Hannibal unfortunately can't get away from the fact that he looks like a predator. No amount of smiling, hunching his shoulders or shuffling of his feet seems to do it. So instead he has decided to embrace it and stand tall and proud and walk down the streets with a purposeful prowl with a grin that just says 'mmmm'. Well groomed, with particular reference to the dirty blonde hair and the stylish clothes you name it, it's perfect. There is a little stubble on that chin but you can be sure it's cultivated carefully that way. He doesn't sit in chairs he lounges in them, and there is a certain 'stalk' in his walk. And the teeth, well, beautifully well taken care teeth, sharp looking too. He favours pinstripe suits most of the time but isn't afraid to dress down if he has too, so long as it still looks good.
Personality: The nicest guy you will ever meet. Seriously. So he looks like a bit of a predator, so he has a few quirks like napping in strange places, deep down he's just a really nice guy who wants to get on with everyone. Get close to everyone, really close, really, very, close. He doesn't seem to get angry either, if someone is annoying him, most of the time he'll just smile at them and walk away. Strangely something awful tends to befall them later on, no ons quite sure how, but it happens. He hates getting messy, mess is just...not appropriate and undignified. Manners is also a big thing with him, he hates rudeness and any unsportsman like behaviour, it's a fair fight or nothing, and please and thank you costs nothing. He doesn't mind friends, they just don't tend to stick around for very long. Despite the awful tales he hears about his father he really thinks that he's just misunderstood, that people aren't seeing the whole picture, or only seeing what they want to see.
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Look into the Past
History: Hannibal was born in India, the only cub to his mother so needless to say he was spoiled rotten. Well...as spoiled as a little tiger cub can be. He got all the best monkey meat we'll say, and occasionally if he was very good, his moher would bring him some fish as well, he liked fish the best, fish was amazing. Gradually he began to get better at hunting on his own and even sooner after that he came back to the den one day to find out that his mother was gone, at the tender age of 2 as well (cue Violin music).
Thankfully though for Tigers this is pretty much the norm and he continued to live out his little Tiger life pretty much the way normally little tigers do. Hunting, eating, sleeping, climbing, running and occasionally swimming. What he didn't understand was why everyone in the jungle wanted to stay away from him. His prey, sure, he got why they stayed away (but he got them in the end) but there were Jaguars, Bears, surelly they wouldn't mind a little company now and then, the wolves even. He heard stories, overheard them, mostly, about someone called Shere Khan, a terrifying monster that the Man Cub Mowgli had scared off with 'red fire'. The more he heard the more he feared this creature. Until one day he had the fortune to meet him.
It was a little surprising to the still quite young Hannibal to discover that the creature he had feared was in fact, his father. Shere Khan informed him that he had been remiss in the raising of his son and had thought of a way to make up for this. He had heard of a place where his son could learn all about 'Man' and hopefully some new ways to be rid of that species forever. Hannibal, just happy that someone was taking an interest, jumped at the chance to do what his father needed him to do, and padded off to the school on his little tiger feet...
...only to arrive with two very human feet and some other strange new abilities, not to mention the loss of some of his other ones. It was hard for him at first, adapting to this new body, that didn't clim so well, didn't run so fast and was rubbish at hunting. The new body also didn't much like raw meat, which again, took a lot of getting used too. However get used to it he did and then he soon began to enjoy it which was a problem. He knew his fathers feelings about 'man' so when summer rolled round and he was due to go back for visit he worked hard to hide this new found love of being human and launched himself back into the Tiger life.
And so it has been for the past seven years, changing between human and tiger, finding a balance between the two. He makes friends where he can, but doesn't seem to get too close to them, here is a lot he knows about the school, certainly all the warmest spots to nap in.
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Tell us a Story
RP Sample:
Hannibal was currently in search of a place to nap, something he was often in the habit of doing. It was a rather warm and sunny afternoon, perfect for napping, if only he could find the right spot. He had already scoured all the window seats in the school and there was nothing that really took his fancy, too many other students around with their annoying chittering voices.
“Monkeys,” he had growled under his breath as a group of lumbering jocks bounced past him.
He stalked through the trees looking for a good spot when he eventually found the perfect place. Just under one of the more leafy trees there was a delightful looking little sun trap where he could rest for an hour or so. It would mean skipping his class on ethics, or morals or something probably not that important but oh, the nap would be worth it, so worth it.
He sat down, ensuring first that the ground wasn't wet or muddy or have that ever possible wad of chewed shewing gum hidden amongst the blades of grass, and closed his eyes.
Which is when he heard the chittering and giggling of a group of girls nearby, crossing the grounds, picking a spot near his. He sighed and slowly got to his feet, “Class it is then. I suppose I can catch a nap in there.”
Member Name: Rem
Member Age: 25
How You Found Out About Us: Constant pestering.
Other Characters: We'll see how this one goes.
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I am awesome.
Let's Begin
Name: Hannibal Khan
Nickname/Other names: Han, don't call him 'nibble'.
Parent(s): Shere Khan
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Canon: The Jungle Book
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Mirror, Mirror
Face Claim/PB
[Joseph Morgan]
Appearance: Hannibal unfortunately can't get away from the fact that he looks like a predator. No amount of smiling, hunching his shoulders or shuffling of his feet seems to do it. So instead he has decided to embrace it and stand tall and proud and walk down the streets with a purposeful prowl with a grin that just says 'mmmm'. Well groomed, with particular reference to the dirty blonde hair and the stylish clothes you name it, it's perfect. There is a little stubble on that chin but you can be sure it's cultivated carefully that way. He doesn't sit in chairs he lounges in them, and there is a certain 'stalk' in his walk. And the teeth, well, beautifully well taken care teeth, sharp looking too. He favours pinstripe suits most of the time but isn't afraid to dress down if he has too, so long as it still looks good.
Personality: The nicest guy you will ever meet. Seriously. So he looks like a bit of a predator, so he has a few quirks like napping in strange places, deep down he's just a really nice guy who wants to get on with everyone. Get close to everyone, really close, really, very, close. He doesn't seem to get angry either, if someone is annoying him, most of the time he'll just smile at them and walk away. Strangely something awful tends to befall them later on, no ons quite sure how, but it happens. He hates getting messy, mess is just...not appropriate and undignified. Manners is also a big thing with him, he hates rudeness and any unsportsman like behaviour, it's a fair fight or nothing, and please and thank you costs nothing. He doesn't mind friends, they just don't tend to stick around for very long. Despite the awful tales he hears about his father he really thinks that he's just misunderstood, that people aren't seeing the whole picture, or only seeing what they want to see.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Look into the Past
History: Hannibal was born in India, the only cub to his mother so needless to say he was spoiled rotten. Well...as spoiled as a little tiger cub can be. He got all the best monkey meat we'll say, and occasionally if he was very good, his moher would bring him some fish as well, he liked fish the best, fish was amazing. Gradually he began to get better at hunting on his own and even sooner after that he came back to the den one day to find out that his mother was gone, at the tender age of 2 as well (cue Violin music).
Thankfully though for Tigers this is pretty much the norm and he continued to live out his little Tiger life pretty much the way normally little tigers do. Hunting, eating, sleeping, climbing, running and occasionally swimming. What he didn't understand was why everyone in the jungle wanted to stay away from him. His prey, sure, he got why they stayed away (but he got them in the end) but there were Jaguars, Bears, surelly they wouldn't mind a little company now and then, the wolves even. He heard stories, overheard them, mostly, about someone called Shere Khan, a terrifying monster that the Man Cub Mowgli had scared off with 'red fire'. The more he heard the more he feared this creature. Until one day he had the fortune to meet him.
It was a little surprising to the still quite young Hannibal to discover that the creature he had feared was in fact, his father. Shere Khan informed him that he had been remiss in the raising of his son and had thought of a way to make up for this. He had heard of a place where his son could learn all about 'Man' and hopefully some new ways to be rid of that species forever. Hannibal, just happy that someone was taking an interest, jumped at the chance to do what his father needed him to do, and padded off to the school on his little tiger feet...
...only to arrive with two very human feet and some other strange new abilities, not to mention the loss of some of his other ones. It was hard for him at first, adapting to this new body, that didn't clim so well, didn't run so fast and was rubbish at hunting. The new body also didn't much like raw meat, which again, took a lot of getting used too. However get used to it he did and then he soon began to enjoy it which was a problem. He knew his fathers feelings about 'man' so when summer rolled round and he was due to go back for visit he worked hard to hide this new found love of being human and launched himself back into the Tiger life.
And so it has been for the past seven years, changing between human and tiger, finding a balance between the two. He makes friends where he can, but doesn't seem to get too close to them, here is a lot he knows about the school, certainly all the warmest spots to nap in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tell us a Story
RP Sample:
Hannibal was currently in search of a place to nap, something he was often in the habit of doing. It was a rather warm and sunny afternoon, perfect for napping, if only he could find the right spot. He had already scoured all the window seats in the school and there was nothing that really took his fancy, too many other students around with their annoying chittering voices.
“Monkeys,” he had growled under his breath as a group of lumbering jocks bounced past him.
He stalked through the trees looking for a good spot when he eventually found the perfect place. Just under one of the more leafy trees there was a delightful looking little sun trap where he could rest for an hour or so. It would mean skipping his class on ethics, or morals or something probably not that important but oh, the nap would be worth it, so worth it.
He sat down, ensuring first that the ground wasn't wet or muddy or have that ever possible wad of chewed shewing gum hidden amongst the blades of grass, and closed his eyes.
Which is when he heard the chittering and giggling of a group of girls nearby, crossing the grounds, picking a spot near his. He sighed and slowly got to his feet, “Class it is then. I suppose I can catch a nap in there.”
Member Name: Rem
Member Age: 25
How You Found Out About Us: Constant pestering.
Other Characters: We'll see how this one goes.
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I am awesome.
