Post by Primalycia on May 9, 2024 15:16:12 GMT -7
SEYMOUR
37 YEARS OLD | MALE
COMMON CHIMPANZEE
TRIBE | HUNTER
COMMON CHIMPANZEE
PERSONALITY ::
Seymour is old and feeling his age more and more by every passing day. He has slowed down quite a bit since the apes first began their journey. However, his pride tends to get the best of him as he turns away the help of healers, ushering them to focus on the sick, injured, and young. He is a humble ape and does not consider himself to be selfless, regardless of what his actions show.
HISTORY ::
Seymour was born into the pet trade. At a young age he was sold into the entertainment industry where he was beaten into fear that caused him to grimace. Oh, how the humans loved when he would fear grimace! As he grew older he became less and less desirable to have on shows or sets. Thus he was moved to a human facility filled with others of his kind, all were locked away behind thick glass and metal. The smell of this "home" will forever linger in the back of the old simian's mind. The mixture of fear and human chemicals.
When the outbreak happened, Seymour's home was the first to be ransacked by angry humans. They came in smelling of fire from their guns and fear. That ever-present scent of fear. Many apes died that day. But many humans died, too. As the apes sought their freedom they would turn their panic and hysteria on their attackers. Seymour managed to hide amongst the mayhem, emerging only when the voices had all been silenced.
Wandering the streets he came across many bodies. Some human, some ape, some gored, some sick. The more he wandered in these seemingly new lands the more his mind began to expand. He journeyed from town to town, joining in small raids on human stores of food and water. The apes he accompanied were not a family, they were nothing but a gang formed by the similar need to survive.
It was during this time that he came face to face with another scavenger. A female bonobo. She brought with her two gorillas and an orangutan. Confused by this mixture of species, Seymour approached the rag-tag group and was welcomed into their ranks with open arms. It was here that he found a home. At the loss of the tribe's matriarch, Seymour felt a sadness in his heart he had never before felt. It was as if his very own mother had left him again. However, knowing that life continues on for all but the dead, he joined with the fractured tribe hoping to find a settlement and finally live out his last days in peace.
RELATIONSHIPS ::
Seymour currently has no relevant relationships.
NOTES ::
Seymour's tribe is up to the player who decides to take him.