Post by Jungleheart on Oct 4, 2012 22:58:22 GMT -5
Name:
Dusk
Age:
16 moons
Gender:
Tom
Appearance:
Dusk is a huge, muscular dusky red tom. His fur is coarse and prickly to the touch. Dusk has deep, cruel eyes the color of the setting sun. His left back paw is a shadowy silver with shining white claws. He wears a torn collar half-filled with teeth. Only his front right claws are re-enforced with extra claws. His tail is long with a silver tip, which he often lashes so the bright fur glints in the light.
Personality:
Dusk is cruel and severe. He is always clawing to be the best. He has always been ambitious and curious about the ways of death. Though he would rather die than admit it, he has a tiny part of his heart that is soft and caring. He thinks he would be killed if anyone knew. Because of this, he is mostly silent so his heart doesn't run away with his tongue. Dusk expresses his anger by a flash of the eyes and a sweep of the claws. He is silent when attacking and only makes snide comments when coming up against an arrogant foe.
History:
Dusk was born to a she-cat who cared little for her kit. Her mate had died in battle some few moons ago and she wanted nothing to do with he little tom. Dusk's sister on the other hand, his mother loved. When the young tom was old enough, he left. He wandered with a growing sense of hatred in his heart. Finally, he was met by a member of BloodClan and happily enlisted himself. He learned to battle properly quickly and was often self-confident. He put himself to any challenge he could, earning scars, scorn, but at last a real victory. He grew out of the confidence and suddenly was swept up in silence and understanding of what was around him. He did much searching within himself (this is how he discovered his soft side). Dusk decided to stay in his head- rather than voicing every thought that came to his mind. He now is a noble, vicious member of BloodClan and would die for even the lowest among them- even though his soft heart might one day betray him.
RP Example:
Dusk crept silently along, a strange scent invading his nose. A soft voice touched his ears. "Who is there?" asked a she-cat. Rising up, Dusk narrowed his eyes and was taken by the beauty of a silvery she-cat. "Hello." she whispered nervously. Growling to himself, Dusk forced out his claws. A terrified look came over the she-cat. "Please... if I am invading... I mean no harm." Dusk looked over his shoulder and was about to turn to leave when a pair of gold eyes blocked his path. "So!" Exclaimed a velvety voice. "You have gone soft!" The voice laughed mockingly and Dusk had to keep the growl in his throat from turning into a yowl of anger. "Kill her and I won't tell anyone." purred the figure. Biting his tongue so hard it bled, the dusky tom decided he would rather kill the she-cat he didn't know than be tortured for the rest of his days. He turned, and with eyes full of turmoil, he slashed open the cat's throat. "There." said the gold-eyed she-cat. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" With a smirk, the other cat vanished and Dusk fell to the ground, wondering how long he could go on like this.
Dusk
Age:
16 moons
Gender:
Tom
Appearance:
Dusk is a huge, muscular dusky red tom. His fur is coarse and prickly to the touch. Dusk has deep, cruel eyes the color of the setting sun. His left back paw is a shadowy silver with shining white claws. He wears a torn collar half-filled with teeth. Only his front right claws are re-enforced with extra claws. His tail is long with a silver tip, which he often lashes so the bright fur glints in the light.
Personality:
Dusk is cruel and severe. He is always clawing to be the best. He has always been ambitious and curious about the ways of death. Though he would rather die than admit it, he has a tiny part of his heart that is soft and caring. He thinks he would be killed if anyone knew. Because of this, he is mostly silent so his heart doesn't run away with his tongue. Dusk expresses his anger by a flash of the eyes and a sweep of the claws. He is silent when attacking and only makes snide comments when coming up against an arrogant foe.
History:
Dusk was born to a she-cat who cared little for her kit. Her mate had died in battle some few moons ago and she wanted nothing to do with he little tom. Dusk's sister on the other hand, his mother loved. When the young tom was old enough, he left. He wandered with a growing sense of hatred in his heart. Finally, he was met by a member of BloodClan and happily enlisted himself. He learned to battle properly quickly and was often self-confident. He put himself to any challenge he could, earning scars, scorn, but at last a real victory. He grew out of the confidence and suddenly was swept up in silence and understanding of what was around him. He did much searching within himself (this is how he discovered his soft side). Dusk decided to stay in his head- rather than voicing every thought that came to his mind. He now is a noble, vicious member of BloodClan and would die for even the lowest among them- even though his soft heart might one day betray him.
RP Example:
Dusk crept silently along, a strange scent invading his nose. A soft voice touched his ears. "Who is there?" asked a she-cat. Rising up, Dusk narrowed his eyes and was taken by the beauty of a silvery she-cat. "Hello." she whispered nervously. Growling to himself, Dusk forced out his claws. A terrified look came over the she-cat. "Please... if I am invading... I mean no harm." Dusk looked over his shoulder and was about to turn to leave when a pair of gold eyes blocked his path. "So!" Exclaimed a velvety voice. "You have gone soft!" The voice laughed mockingly and Dusk had to keep the growl in his throat from turning into a yowl of anger. "Kill her and I won't tell anyone." purred the figure. Biting his tongue so hard it bled, the dusky tom decided he would rather kill the she-cat he didn't know than be tortured for the rest of his days. He turned, and with eyes full of turmoil, he slashed open the cat's throat. "There." said the gold-eyed she-cat. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" With a smirk, the other cat vanished and Dusk fell to the ground, wondering how long he could go on like this.
