Zookeeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 162
Physical Description: A very tall (7'11") anthropomorphic sable antelope. He sports 2 rather large horns that curve back, adding an extra foot to his height.
His height, a side effect of his biologically immortality which hasnt fully stopped his growth, makes him have to rely on Gem to get around and occasionally leg braces for long bouts of walking. This will only get worse as time goes on.
His coat of fur is generally chocolate brown around his extremities and darkens to a jet black at his abdomen, with his face, belly, and hands and feet being white. He takes great pride in keeping his fur neat and clean, and his fur ranges from short and soft on his body to long and course on his main and tail. He occasionally even sells brushes made from his own hair.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesnt understand the point of clothing and likes his fur, but still wears a light garment covering his more private regions for society's sake.
His main weapon is a crossbow, with which he shoots either tranquilizer darts (loaded with a temporary nuerotoxin), or regular darts
His height makes leg braces necessary occasionally, especially when carrying weight. They are made with basic metal, and he cant do much more than walk awkwardly with them
Gem: Due to his inability to travel long distances by foot, he tends to rely on a tame feral gemsbok named Gem.
She is never far from the zookeeper and hates being separated from her loving master for too long, though is quick to assist him when it comes to things like guard duty
Player's online availability : just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting
Registered: Feb 18, 2018 5:26:34 GMT -8
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Post by Zookeeper on Feb 18, 2018 10:33:25 GMT -8
The Menagerie is what many would call a zoo, a wide open and sunny field, where its many wild inhabitants can roam free without free of predation , starvation, or habitat loss.
The area itself is a large circle, fenced in with pine tree trucks anchored in the ground and sealed up with sun baked clay, spanning about a mile and half in diameter.
In the center is a large wood and stone tower, with glass windows among the top giving a full 360 view of the land. In it is where its now sole keeper lives.
surrounding the tower are various huts and feeding areas for the animals, along with pens for the ones less suited to the open fields.
the field itself is dotted with trees, boulders, small hills and even a small lake, fed by a stream coming from off in the surrounding forests.
Underground is where the winter provisions are kept, amongst other things.
Finally there is the gate, a set of two metal doorways with wooden doors, to prevent creatures from escaping as soon as the gates are open. Visitors and deliveries come through these gates.
Visitors are welcome to come and see the array of antelope, deer, wild horses, goats, tapirs, and many more animals, along with bringing in their own specimens for safe and happy keeping, or some of the best veterinary care in the area.
Welcome to the menagerie!
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Zookeeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 162
Physical Description: A very tall (7'11") anthropomorphic sable antelope. He sports 2 rather large horns that curve back, adding an extra foot to his height.
His height, a side effect of his biologically immortality which hasnt fully stopped his growth, makes him have to rely on Gem to get around and occasionally leg braces for long bouts of walking. This will only get worse as time goes on.
His coat of fur is generally chocolate brown around his extremities and darkens to a jet black at his abdomen, with his face, belly, and hands and feet being white. He takes great pride in keeping his fur neat and clean, and his fur ranges from short and soft on his body to long and course on his main and tail. He occasionally even sells brushes made from his own hair.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesnt understand the point of clothing and likes his fur, but still wears a light garment covering his more private regions for society's sake.
His main weapon is a crossbow, with which he shoots either tranquilizer darts (loaded with a temporary nuerotoxin), or regular darts
His height makes leg braces necessary occasionally, especially when carrying weight. They are made with basic metal, and he cant do much more than walk awkwardly with them
Gem: Due to his inability to travel long distances by foot, he tends to rely on a tame feral gemsbok named Gem.
She is never far from the zookeeper and hates being separated from her loving master for too long, though is quick to assist him when it comes to things like guard duty
Player's online availability : just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting just keep waiting
Registered: Feb 18, 2018 5:26:34 GMT -8
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Post by Zookeeper on Feb 18, 2018 17:08:48 GMT -8
The large keeper was tired from loading the cargo buggy. He didnt want to overload the team of 4 bontebok hitched up. Sure he could the much stronger wildebeest, but its been years since he last went into any major settlement and the bonts were better socialized.
He checked his horribly outdated maps again, trying to recall rumors of what's been conquered and whats been formed, and eventually settled on some place called "isra" that wasnt too far away.
"Gem, honey, c'mere for a minute" The keeper says The gemsbok perks up and trots over to him
"I think we're ready to go, but Im scared to leave this place alone, even just for a few days, but we're out of supplies and the last helper retired nearly 2 months ago and well... you mind lifting me to the cart darling? Dont worry i already packed up all your stuff, and with how long it takes to open the gates we'd better head off now"
She kneels just enough for the keeper to clumsily climb on, and takes him over to the cart.
"good girl" He says, giving her a soft pat. He checked the 4 beasts hitched up, petted them a bit, and got to work opening the massive gate system, pulling on various chains and locks to slowly open one gate, get the cart through, close it, and do the same with the next.
eventually the front gate closed with its echoing slam, and the cart headed off down the unkempt road with the constant drumming of hooves.
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