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Post by Bane on Jun 23, 2008 11:12:48 GMT -5
NAME: Undecided.
AGE: Two years.
GENDER: Male
PERSONALITY:An arrogant bastard. He has little control over his tongue, and as such gets into a lot of arguments, and has a lot of cats who hate him. Good job he doesn't care what others think. His tongue is not only uncontrollable, but sharp. He has a way with words, often enjoying playing mind games with others. Some might say he talks too much, however.
This cat, however, can be quite charming.. if he likes you. For allies and associates, he'll do anything, although it goes without saying that he'd much rather have others doing things for him. Not quite leader material, however, he just makes do with being the bodyguard and scout - he just makes sure he's the best of them all.
His unwavering loyalty definitely makes him the favourite of most of his superiors, and his surprising skill and knowledge of herbs - both good and bad - make him a promising young medicine cat, although he can get impatient and annoyed when cooped up in a den caring for other cats. He's not exactly the most caring when it comes to screaming kits with thorns in their paws. In fact, he's not particularly good with kittens at all, nor she-cats.
His witty tongue and charm seem to fly out the door when confronted by a female. He either becomes too arrogant and loud, or too quiet and shy. Either way, he's never managed to maintain a relationship, and so gets quite lonely at times. However, not liking to admit his weaknesses, he hides it from others and acts as if he's fine.
APPEARANCE: A handsome young tom with striking, dark red eyes. His fur is moderately long, and his coloring's like an albino tabby - almost pure white in places, with light grey tabby markings.The fur is the longest on his tail, making it rather striking. He's slightly bigger than the average tom, with large paws with equally matching sharp claws.
Despite being moderately large, he's sleek and stealthy as opposed to broad and strong. As such, in battle he goes for stealth and wit to beat an opponent. Although a good fighter, his strengths lie in scouting, information gathering and, oddly enough, herbs. His skill is determined by how many scars he has - very little.
He prides himself on his appearance, and as such spends a fair while grooming himself. A general pretty boy, and he'll be damned if he can't flaunt it.
HISTORY: Not liking to discuss his life, this boy's past is pretty hazy. Nobody really knows what he's got to hide, as he always seems to pride himself on past accomplishments and his success within his former clan. However, whenever anyone tries to ask, he comes up with some witty response, and afterwards goes quiet and thoughtful, as if upset by being asked.
All that is known, is that a while back he travelled alone. He hunted only for himself, and fought only for survival. A proper rogue, and he let his appearance show it. He gained recognition and respect from other rogues by offering herbs for healing, and offering his services as a silent assassin in return for shelter and food. One such request meant he was sent to kill an injured black cat, who roamed rogue territory as if not realising where he was. The wimps that they were, this customer didn't want to kill or confront the cat by himself, and so hired pretty boy to do it for him. Although used to cutting off his emotions when dispatching of cats, something about the black cat intrigued him. He found himself healing the black cat, atleast restoring some health, and then questioning him on why he was here. All the while he told himself that once he found out the full story, he would kill the pathetic thing. However, the black cat refused to speak, and just carried on travelling. Not willing to just let things be, the white cat followed him, insisting on hearing his story. It took two long weeks before the black cat gave in. He let out that his name was Bane, and after a bit more persistance let his whole story be known. Something about this Bane character meant that somehow, he found himself respecting the black cat. And, eager to escape from being a rogue, he asked if he might travel alongside Bane. Although obviously not keen on companionship, Bane let on that he needed the white cat's help. The medicine he had concocted helped his occasion heart attacks, and should Bane ever fall unconscious when faced with enemies, he trusted the white cat to protect him.
It was an odd relationship, each one never truly acknowledging the other as a friend. They spoke little, until Bane suddenly mentioned that he was going to return to his old clan. So, the two travelled for nearly two weeks; along the way Bane's mind changed often, and it was only due to the white tom's persistance that they made it in the end.
And so, his true adventure starts...
OTHER: So, this guy's up for grabs ^^ If you're interested, post here with a short roleplay sample with him. He can be in any situation you want. Once he's yours, you can re-post this and change it around to you liking - oh, and you can choose a name xD Sorry, I couldn't find any names I liked, so it's up to you. His personality can be altered slighty, same for his appearance, and his history can be altered up until his meeting Bane.
Um. That's it. If you hadn't guessed, this guys gonna be the next medicine cat for BoneClan =] |
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Post by Sharpfang .|. Felony on Jun 23, 2008 14:33:32 GMT -5
UHMAN so want it. xDD Alright, here goes. His name, uh, shall be Stitch. [el oh el I love that movie.]
"You damn bastard, I said get RID of the stomach ache!! Not make it worse, and then give me a headache!!" Snarled Barbwire. Stitch sneered at the she-cat. She had been here for the past few hours, waiting for her stomachache to subside. Perhaps he'd given her the wrong thing?
... No, of course not, never. "It's your bitter, ugly heart is what it is," He said nonchalantly, receiving an ugly glare in response. "It drips into your stomach, giving you that stomachache. It's called stomach acid," He replied with a hiss. "Sorry, nothing I can do about that," He said uncaringly, seemingly oblivious to her mutinous scowl.
"Less talk and more work, asshole, you're not Bane's favorite medicine cat for nothing," She hissed, ever since he'd come, she hardly liked this snot-nosed bastard. He sucked up to those who had power, and treated everybody else under him like sh*t. She rolled her eyes.
"I'd be careful who you're dealing with," Stitch said shortly. "I have a lot of poisonous plants here, you wouldn't want me to... Eh, slip one in your morning vole, would you?" He said with a smirk, and Barbwire raised her nose. "What a fine way to kill me off," She said sarcastically. "If only I could die, instead of listening to you go on about how you want to 'do me in'," She snapped, getting to her feet and striding away, as Stitch turned to lay down and look at his soft coat with a satisfied sigh.
[Gah, bad post is bad. D:]
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Post by Gryfin and Co. on Jun 23, 2008 19:06:48 GMT -5
Oooh, I'd love him!! I think I'll name him Wintertongue, cause I think it's catchy and matches his personality. =D
Wintertongue squinted and hissed under his breath as he opened his eyes to the obnoxiously piercing light of the sun as it rose from it's nightly slumber. Why on earth it was nessecary to even have them was beyond the poor tom. He hated mornings, he hated everything to do with mornings, and he hated having to think about the morning. And pity the poor cat to dare disturb him before he'd had his breakfast and some time to shake his fur out. He pulled himself up on his paws with a grunt, shaking himself in an attempt to clear the fuzzyness out of his head. But with nature being contrary, his thoughts seemed enough to summon the inevitable.
"Excuse me?" piped a very young voice from somewhere off to the tom's right.
Winter grunted, and flicked an ear sideways, glaring out of the corner of his bleary red eye. "How, by Starclan's balls, could you have possibly hurt yourself this early in the day??" he snapped, baring a fang. The poor apprentice shuddered and averted his eyes, wishing he could sink into the ground. He opened his mouth and licked his nose, suddenly haivng forgotten what he'd come over to ask. Winter rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh.
"C'mon boy, spit it out! Didja trip and break a nail? Sprain a paw? Choke on a hairball?" he spit sarcastically, needling the poor cat. "Or did your mentor send you to tell me to choke a poison down your throat? Obviously something's down there, since you're still not speaking. Out with it kit, I haven't got all day!" A thought passed that he should probably let up, but he mentally shrugged. He hadn't even had breakfast yet. The boy was only getting what he deserved.
"I.... I - uh, was s-supposed to tell you that Bane wanted you, sir." The kit took a deep breath, and the ran as if he had a dog up his tail.
Winter blinked, the light reflecting eerily in his eyes. "Oh. Well then. Guess there's not going to be breakfast soon after all." He sighed, and slunk off towards his leader, resigned to having a very, very crappy day.
*dances* He's fuuuun. <3 *crosses her fingers hopefully*
EDIT - Oh, and this is only if you haven't already given him to SharpFang. That's awesome too. =D
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Post by Bane on Jun 25, 2008 14:21:14 GMT -5
If nobody else is interested... x3
The person who gets teh bastard white cat is...
Gryfin =3
Feel free to re-upload this and edit it to how you want him to be x3 You have free reign over him now lol. You both did awesome posts btw ^^ Can't wait to see this guy in action.
(as a side note, he doesn't yet realise that Bane's gonna make him Medicine Cat, but being the nice loyal kitty he is, he'll go along with it anyway xD but will probably make a fuss about it first.)
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