Name: Toby
Nickname(s):
Species: lynx
Gender: male
Age: 23
Height: 5.11ft
Weight: (he is well bult like all lynx, but it is not fat, his job and his running keep him fit as he can be on his diet)
Job: Metal worker
Location: Akhtari City
Mate: None
Crush: None
Offspring: None
Mother: unknown
Father: unknown
Siblings: unknown
Grandmother: unknown
Grandfather: unknown
Other family: New hope Orphanage on Trafalgar Street
Appearance
Being a Lynx makes him shorter then many Predator anthros but he is well bult strong legs and paws. I guess you would call him stocky.
His lack of good food for him self shows slightly in the condision of his fur. Its not as lush as it should be, its rather dull and ruff, were it should be bright and soft.
Normal throw the week he weres jeans, shirt and a leather jacket all of which are old and show signs that he is repairing them to make them last longer. When hes at home or off work, he weres tracksuit bottoms and a simple shirt. He has no jrewl to speak of the only item he carriers that could be considered luxery is a moble phone and even that is old and been held together by tape.
The other itam he keep on him self at all times is his gun, like most in the city having a gun is a good form protection and a good deturent. He cost him a lot of money that he spent a very long time saving for, so he only has one clip of bullets, and his scered of it sad to say, but he knew if he took it out when ever there was a wif of truble he could double it on him self.
(as I cant draw iv found another way to show what his fur markings are XD a real pic of a lynx :3)
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Personality
Toby is a kind soul, and trys his hardest to keep his living honest and good. As he is extremely poor he doesn’t have much but he would share it with any one who he thought deserved his trust. But he doesn’t give trust to easily or as easily as he would like. Because life is so hard for him and he has been tricked and done over in the past, he is very werey of new anthros he meets, his life is always walking a fine line batwen him surviving and him becoming homeless and out on the streets. He is quite unsure of him self around others as he’s always been on his own.
He likes to keep fit like most cats, and in his spear time can be found out on a run around the city, he enjoys this and often runs quite a long way out. In his home he as a punching bag he dragged out of a bin and fixed and he also likes to practice kick boxing on that.
His other love is his Gitar that he has had since he was in the orphanage and in the evening after a meal of soup of noodles can be heard playing it on his window cile that looks out over the city.
He is a sad cat, with very little going for him, but he is the type of person who makes the most of it and trys his best to stay out of truble and on the straight and narrow.
History
He doesn’t rember is parents his earliest memories have always been in the Orphanage he grow up in. it wasn’t a bad place, they didn’t have a lot of money but tried to look after the kids the best they could, so thow his upbringing was a sad one it wasn’t a horrbal one.
Once he reched 16 he was told he must find a job, which after a lot of serching he found the metal factory he still works at today. He worked there and lived in the Orphanage until he was earning enuf to afford a place of his own. So like the orpganage dose with all its kids, it found him a place hug and kissed him told how proud they were of him, then cut all ties with him, not out of spite but for the prue reason that they cant afford it.
He still lives in the same place, struggerling to get by, over the years he has made friends let them stay with him, then one of them robbed him, the other eat all of his food and after that he gave up with friends he had pushed him to the eage of his tether to many times.
Life has been the same old routen ever day, evar week, ever month and ever year his whole life, and that’s his life.
