Post by Lord Pheonixfire on Mar 20, 2009 16:52:27 GMT -5
Name: Blood
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Clan: Rogue
Rank: Leader of the Dead Plains
Description: Rough scarred and gruesome this cat is quite a mess. He is a mix of colors, his tail blood red and his paws usually soaked with it. His piercing dark blue eyes are like staring into a dark abyss of frozen nothingness. He is shabby but muscular being well fed, one of the benefits of being leader in the Dead Plains. His muscular body makes it hard for any cat to get at him and if they are lucky enough to come within a few inches from him he will tear their throat out using his razor sharp fangs. His snarl usually means certain death for that who it was meant for. The dark stripe running down his back is the only thing on his shabby body that isn't soaked with blood all the time. No one really knows what original color his body was though most think it was black as all know his soul is. He has strong haunches and an unnaturally (compared to the rest of his sinister body) pink nose. His breath stinks of crowfood all of the time and hsi eyes never have betrayed any fear whatsoever.
Personality: To say he is ruthless would be an understatement. He is the most evil cat to walk the world in a hundred-thousand moons. He a stead-fast arrogant leader. Brought to power by raw strength and cunning, he is not a cat to be underestimated. He is intelligent yet not caring if one of his subjects were to lose their lives. He ravages and pilages massive collections of wild cats and kittypets for the sake of food and nothing else. As soon as an area is picked clean he will mercilessly execute all of the inhabitants having the rest watch in horror as his cats pounce all at once on a wounded cat. They will first tear out the throat and then devour the cat's body like vultures. He will watch on eveily smiling like it was normal to see this, which of course with him as leader was what happened. Being leader in the Dead Plains is the hardest job to get in the world. You are forced to fight claws unsheathed against fellow mates and others and kill them in order to proceed with the tryouts. After the old leader dies a new one will fight to take his place. To ensure that this occurs as it is supposed to there are three cats that are loyal to the leader that are chosen by him to help with the succesion. After which they are killed for doing their job and new ones are picked. This is how they honor their warrior ancestors. But the worst test is that you must kill your mate and your kits when you ascend to leader as it may cause a sympathetic weakness for the leader. Or so the cats of the Dead Plains think. Blood did this task without thinking. He felt no remorse and chose Bone, Shadow, and Thunder as his three close cats. He has been the most ruthless and cunning, strong leader the Dead Plains has ever had. He has expanded the territory almost (a few yards away) from Mothermouth. He now plans to take over the Forest area with his massive army of claws, teeth, and fur. He found this information and more from a friendly she-cat kittypet named Glimmer. After giving the information she smiled, then he bit her throat in half and left the once pleasant she-cat to his three trusted cats.
History: His mother a she-cat named Streak, was a gaunt yet strong she-cat that most took as nothing more than a kittypet. Which in more cases than not resulted in their death. She mated with a cruel cat named Death who managed to stay alive after one of her attacks. They mated and had three sons. One died a few moments after his birth and the other was killed in a fight between the cats of the Dead Plains. What was left was Blood. Learning to fight from his father he learned quickly and killed the three cats that killed his father. His mother died of old age (a rare thing in the Dead Plains) some time later. After this he made no friends only aquantences. If an oppurtunaty would present itself that he could become leader by killing his closest "friend" he would take it happily without a second thought. When the old leader died he was the first one to try and be leader. His first fight was against a scrawny sunken small cat who he killed within seconds as he did with every other cat until his last fight; against his best "friend", Claw. They both fought valiantly though not honorably until Blood gained the upper hand by biting off most of Claw's tail and leg. Claw fell and looked into Blood's eyes without fear or regret, unblinking as his best friend brutally killed him. In death he died without fear.Then came the final test. It took none more than from the break of dawn until morning for Blood to slaughter his kits and mate. It took him no time to grieve. He left their bodies disheveled and broken slaughtered as a cat would kill a mouse. Blood was the cat. Guess who was the mouse. As soon as he was leader he set his cats on the move. Forcing them through territory after territory he kept his army strong and battle-hardened. Now he is nearing the Forest Territories. They will be doomed unless a cat can stop him.
Roleplay Sample: Blood sniffed the mouse. It was the first real meal he had had in days. he swallowed it not bothering to savor it. "Shadow," he growled, as his trusted deputy stepped forward, "Scout ahead. If there is anything brething other than our cats, kill it."
Shadow nodded, and motioning with his tail beckoned three others to join him. Yowling to the rest of his massive army of cats he said, "In a few days we will have all of the Territories to ourselves and we will rule the world!!" his cats responded with an enthusiastic yowl. He smiled his evil smile and was prodded in the back bith a tip of a tail. Turning around he saw his breathless deputy whispering, "My leader, we have an army of rogues to deal with."
Blood smiled this was what he was built for. This was why his name was Blood. He stalked off after his three deputies unconciously knowing that his cats would follow him.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Clan: Rogue
Rank: Leader of the Dead Plains
Description: Rough scarred and gruesome this cat is quite a mess. He is a mix of colors, his tail blood red and his paws usually soaked with it. His piercing dark blue eyes are like staring into a dark abyss of frozen nothingness. He is shabby but muscular being well fed, one of the benefits of being leader in the Dead Plains. His muscular body makes it hard for any cat to get at him and if they are lucky enough to come within a few inches from him he will tear their throat out using his razor sharp fangs. His snarl usually means certain death for that who it was meant for. The dark stripe running down his back is the only thing on his shabby body that isn't soaked with blood all the time. No one really knows what original color his body was though most think it was black as all know his soul is. He has strong haunches and an unnaturally (compared to the rest of his sinister body) pink nose. His breath stinks of crowfood all of the time and hsi eyes never have betrayed any fear whatsoever.
Personality: To say he is ruthless would be an understatement. He is the most evil cat to walk the world in a hundred-thousand moons. He a stead-fast arrogant leader. Brought to power by raw strength and cunning, he is not a cat to be underestimated. He is intelligent yet not caring if one of his subjects were to lose their lives. He ravages and pilages massive collections of wild cats and kittypets for the sake of food and nothing else. As soon as an area is picked clean he will mercilessly execute all of the inhabitants having the rest watch in horror as his cats pounce all at once on a wounded cat. They will first tear out the throat and then devour the cat's body like vultures. He will watch on eveily smiling like it was normal to see this, which of course with him as leader was what happened. Being leader in the Dead Plains is the hardest job to get in the world. You are forced to fight claws unsheathed against fellow mates and others and kill them in order to proceed with the tryouts. After the old leader dies a new one will fight to take his place. To ensure that this occurs as it is supposed to there are three cats that are loyal to the leader that are chosen by him to help with the succesion. After which they are killed for doing their job and new ones are picked. This is how they honor their warrior ancestors. But the worst test is that you must kill your mate and your kits when you ascend to leader as it may cause a sympathetic weakness for the leader. Or so the cats of the Dead Plains think. Blood did this task without thinking. He felt no remorse and chose Bone, Shadow, and Thunder as his three close cats. He has been the most ruthless and cunning, strong leader the Dead Plains has ever had. He has expanded the territory almost (a few yards away) from Mothermouth. He now plans to take over the Forest area with his massive army of claws, teeth, and fur. He found this information and more from a friendly she-cat kittypet named Glimmer. After giving the information she smiled, then he bit her throat in half and left the once pleasant she-cat to his three trusted cats.
History: His mother a she-cat named Streak, was a gaunt yet strong she-cat that most took as nothing more than a kittypet. Which in more cases than not resulted in their death. She mated with a cruel cat named Death who managed to stay alive after one of her attacks. They mated and had three sons. One died a few moments after his birth and the other was killed in a fight between the cats of the Dead Plains. What was left was Blood. Learning to fight from his father he learned quickly and killed the three cats that killed his father. His mother died of old age (a rare thing in the Dead Plains) some time later. After this he made no friends only aquantences. If an oppurtunaty would present itself that he could become leader by killing his closest "friend" he would take it happily without a second thought. When the old leader died he was the first one to try and be leader. His first fight was against a scrawny sunken small cat who he killed within seconds as he did with every other cat until his last fight; against his best "friend", Claw. They both fought valiantly though not honorably until Blood gained the upper hand by biting off most of Claw's tail and leg. Claw fell and looked into Blood's eyes without fear or regret, unblinking as his best friend brutally killed him. In death he died without fear.Then came the final test. It took none more than from the break of dawn until morning for Blood to slaughter his kits and mate. It took him no time to grieve. He left their bodies disheveled and broken slaughtered as a cat would kill a mouse. Blood was the cat. Guess who was the mouse. As soon as he was leader he set his cats on the move. Forcing them through territory after territory he kept his army strong and battle-hardened. Now he is nearing the Forest Territories. They will be doomed unless a cat can stop him.
Roleplay Sample: Blood sniffed the mouse. It was the first real meal he had had in days. he swallowed it not bothering to savor it. "Shadow," he growled, as his trusted deputy stepped forward, "Scout ahead. If there is anything brething other than our cats, kill it."
Shadow nodded, and motioning with his tail beckoned three others to join him. Yowling to the rest of his massive army of cats he said, "In a few days we will have all of the Territories to ourselves and we will rule the world!!" his cats responded with an enthusiastic yowl. He smiled his evil smile and was prodded in the back bith a tip of a tail. Turning around he saw his breathless deputy whispering, "My leader, we have an army of rogues to deal with."
Blood smiled this was what he was built for. This was why his name was Blood. He stalked off after his three deputies unconciously knowing that his cats would follow him.
