Post by Kest on Dec 2, 2007 0:30:07 GMT -5
straighten up and fly right, kid.
Quintessence = designation[/blockquote][/color]
circa 27 moons = years
tom = kind
= mug shot
Quintessence is helpful and loyal. He's not afraid to do some hard work and get his paws dirty, and he is always polite and chivalrous. Not to mention charming and charismatic. A right gentleman of a cat. He is kind and laid-back; he loves to joke, but is willing to be serious if need be.
Quint suffers from one besetting weakness: he often feels the compulsion to steal. He would steal fresh-kill from another cat (although not a fellow StealthClanner) readily if it were not for his self-control, and he has a great love of shiny objects. A fixation on them, really. If he sees a shiny object, his self-control becomes instantly null; he will steal that shiny thing. He keeps a niche near his home where he lines up his shiny trophies. He is very good at thieving, so it seems those objects just disappear. He used to sneak into twoleg's houses and take their coins and jewelry back in the town he used to life in.
He sometimes gets in trouble for this. = description
Quintessence was heavily spoiled by his parents. When he was young, before their deaths, he was chubby and over-fed.
But when they died, everything changed. Quint was forced to learn how to hunt himself, and soon his fat dissolved into lean muscle. And surprise: not only did he enjoy feeling so strong and fast, but it turned out that without his kittenish chubbiness he was good-looking.
Very, as it happened.
So Quint was feeling very good about life. Then, he met Highway Man.
Highway Man was a career thief who befriended Quintessence and plunged him headfirst into the underground crime life. His skills grew under the tutelage of many cats, and after a time he overshadowed even Highway Man, who became his wingman. Together they stole enough food to not just live but live in splendor, and Quintessence collected his beloved shiny objects.
His collection was quite expansive by the time everything went bad.
Quite simply, Quintessence stumbled upon a long patch of nasty luck, which culminated in a serious and highly publicized accident. This accident was not only the ruin of his criminal career (at least in that town), but it also resulted in the death of his spunky housecat friend, a she-cat named Missy.
Shaken and crestfallen, Quint went to flee the town. He was pulled aside by one of his associates and advised to, basically enough, 'straighten up and fly right', because he would run into problems again if he continued the way he was.
Quintessence took the tom's advice and left the town, and his burglary, behind. Across the desert he found StealthClan.
He'd like to make something of himself; it is his goal to live out the remainder of his life on the right side of the law. = backgroundstay on the straight and narrow.