barthlomew - vhenu - leader

[Bartholomew]

.BARTHOLOMEW.



Species: Siberian Tiger
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years
Pride: Vhenu
Rank: Leader
Roleplayed by: Syndicate

Appearance: A Goliath in every respect, Bartholomew is the progeny of, genetically, the largest subspecies of tigers. As a Siberian, his fur is thicker than a Bengal, adapted for colder weather. The affect this has is a disheveled one, making him appear even larger than he is at times. Despite his large size and relatively dense musculature, he is build in a streamline, symmetrical fashion. He moves very light on his feet for such a size, and he often surprises other's with his speed, but he has sacrificed a bit of brawn for it. Another of his species could easily outweigh him. As it is, Bartholomew is a rather handsome creature, with golden orange fur an thick black stripes. His eyes are a very pale color of gold.
Height: 78 in
Weight: 387 lbs
Battle wounds? Many. He is covered in scars, although most of them are hidden by his shaggy fur. However, the bridge of his nose is covered in several, and his left eye is crisscrossed with claw-marks that he is lucky didn't blind him. Also, his forelegs are marked with several scars, some thick and some thin.

Personality: Misleadingly charismatic, apathetic to others, indifferent to most things, ambitious, manipulative, opportunistic, insolent and easily bored, elitist, prideful to the point of fault, flirtatious and generally rather shameless, tactical and rational, bad temper, passionate about certain things.

There are a few things about Barthlomew that are simply concrete parts of his personality:

Firstly, he doesn't give a damn.

Secondly, his words are as sweet and as misleading as poisoned honey.

Thirdly, pride is his hamartia.

Shamelessly manipulative and egotistical, Bartholomew is a shrewd and opportunistic individual. While he is not outwardly arrogant, he is ruled by the thought that he is superior to many, and therefore it is his inherent right to take advantage of them. What makes this easier is his blatant apathy and indifference. Two entirely different things, when concerning Bartholomew. Firstly, he is apathetic to others. Secondly, he is indifferent to life. This difference for him is very distinct. He simply does not are for the sufferings of others, and he simply does not care about what happens to him in general. He doesn't care about other's judgement of him, or his own potential downfall. Contrarily, he finds everything dejectedly amusing.

Although he possesses a bleak humor, Bar manages to present a front to life that is only skin-deep. He is all at once charismatic and loud, a natural born leader. He makes life sound so, so sweet, until he decides that you are no longer useful to him. He does not play games with others. No, he simply tries to decide what he could utilize them for. And if they have no use to him? He is all at once bored and indifferent. For all he cares, they could go f*** themselves, and he often tells individual's this. However, there is always an air of mockery with him, with the things he says. It is difficult to decide the serious Bartholomew from the jovial Bartholomew, and sometimes they blur together.

Furthermore, Bar cannot help but feel equally condescending and bored with life, and others in general. His indolence is not borne of laziness but simple disinterest. And while he can be insolent at times, this is merely because he rarely finds someone to match his intellect. He is a very cunning individual. Perhaps not a genius, but certainly cunning. And he cannot appreciate idiotic canines. Therefore, Bartholomew is constantly searching for someone that could either have intellectual debates with him or at least offer some semblance of entertainment to him.

Typically, he is a mixture of charismatic and bored with others. He is misleading in the sense that he rarely, if ever, lets his true emotions show. He has a violent, unpredictable temper beneath his cool facade, something that is shown every now and again. When it comes to punishments, he is not kind. Being angry is an understatement. Normally, for no apparent reason, Bar is simply angry. Rage is second-nature to him, but when he is set off, it is more akin to a childish temper tantrum than anything else. Although he will have other's believe otherwise, he has very little control over his emotions. He is still immature in many respects, most of them being the way he deals with the things he feels--he would sooner ignore them than acknowledge them, and with that being said he is capable of every emotion there is, from anger to sadness to happiness to lust to regret to envy to amusement to love to loneliness to... well, the point has been made.

When he does feel things, they are for his own benefit, so to speak. He is painfully self-absorbed, often like a spoiled child. And being that he is so young, that isn't too far off. However, as a leader, he isn't a bad one. There are things that he ought to learn, but for the most part he is quick-witted and able to support his own decisions, being that he is often both a rational and tactical thinker. But to him, the end justifies the mean, and this makes him a very dangerous individual.

History:

"Why do we hate them, Bartholomew?"

Bartholomew was born with a seed of condemnation in his heart. This boy, he was born to fall. His father, Michael, had elitist and occasionally racist views towards other felines. He did not hold a high rank; nor had he achieved anything remarkable in the Vhenu. He was a decent hunter, and a decent warrior, but he was prideful to a fault (something that was seemingly inherited in his son). In the absence of his mother (she died when he was very young, from illness), Bartholomew was left to be corrupted by his father's resentment.

Michael taught him how to hate before he was a yearling. He taught him that there was weakness in the world, and it was his right to take advantage of it. Bartholomew respected his father, until he was two. At that point, he realized just how weak Michael was, with all of his anger and his ego and his inability to act on his words. As a result, Bar abandoned his father and climbed the ranks of the pride, apprenticing under the second-in-command, an African lion named Titus.

Titus taught Bartholomew most of what he knows now. He taught him the art of warfare, and manipulation, and charisma. Bar had always had the talent, even at a young age. He surpassed his age mates in many things, and the only times they bettered him was when he either allowed his temper to get out of control, or his more sensitive side to show. After time progressed, he learned to keep both locked away, until Titus beat his red-hot rage into something smoldering and dangerous, and his former sentiment and passion into a weapon of cruelty.

But Bartholomew was what his maker's had made him: a monster, in many respects. He was prideful enough to want to rise in the ranks. Firstly, he challenged his former mentor, and bested the African lion to become second in command of Vhenu. This caused an uproar, being that he was only three years old at the time. But his conquest did not end there. By the end of the following year, he challenged the previous leader and bested him, with all of his young and fiery blood. Over the last two years, he has learned to become slightly more reasonable and not as impulsive. If asked by some, he is a rash and violent leader. If asked by others, he is a decent one. But time will tell.

Names of family members: Michael, father, deceased
Eve, mother, deceased
No siblings.