Post by Purge on Feb 2, 2007 15:38:17 GMT -5
I sit here clutching useless lists,
keys for doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Show me what it means to me in this world
Yeah, in this world
[p.urgepurgepurgepurgepurgeP.U.R.G.Epurgepurgepurgepurgepurg.e]
<...Characters Name...>
Purge
<...Gender...>
Male
<...Breed of Cat...>
Tabby?
<...Age...>
41 moons [Three years; five months]
<...Character Description...>
<...Character Personality...>
.... Crazy? ..... No, I don't think he is. He just has an addiction is all....
Purge is addicted to fighting, to the rush you get, to the thrill of danger. He loves getting 'pumped up', but when this happens, he just can't stop, and will sometimes go too far.
... It usually ends in blood.
When he is not high on his addiction, however, Purge is quite the fatherly type. He loves everyone, and is overall friendly and helpful... And kinda like a overgrown kitten. However, his paws are always twitching for a fight, and as soon as the opportunity arises, he'll be off. It doesn't matter what he was just doing, it can't control himself.... This rush.. Is like drugs to him.... And he can't break the habit.
Oh, of course he knows his addiction is bad, and might make him end up dead one day, but there is nothing he can do, he's throughly hooked.
.... However, he can be distracted from his addiction, and focus his attention on something else.
... A family, perhapes...?
<...Character History...>
Purge was your average kitten who liked to steal food from the other strays and make a annoyance of himself. He liked to play in traffic, and break into twolegs' houses, make a mess, then bolt.
He wasn't all that interesting.
Most thought it was just your normal 'evil kitten' phase.
He didn't come out of it, though.
He liked the thrills he got from all these experiences, and as he grew older, he got into fights more.... And found fighting delivered his rush as well... And the more he fought, the more addicted he became.
Soon he was very skilled, and there was no one left to fight, as all had fled or been killed by one of his 'highs'. With a shrug, he tried to stop; but found he couldn't. He felt weaker and weaker every day without his beloved 'drug'. He soon began to seek out others to fight, just to keep himself alive.
And one day he heard one scream in pain, in an attempt to make him leave, about forest cats, wild cats, who loved to fight, who needed to fight to survive. Purge stopped his attacks, stared at the cat, and demanded more information, as he was still in his high.
.... He liked what he heard.
So then he left the poor, scared and bleeding scrap of life, his addiction leading him out of the city..
And into the wild.
<...Anything Else...>
Purge... Think of him as a drug addict about fighting. He can't live without it, keep that in mind... If he had a family, though, he'd devote his time to them, and actually might break himself. Who knows? Its up to his adopter.
[p.urgepurgepurgepurgepurgeP.U.R.G.Epurgepurgepurgepurgepurg.e]
'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind
