Post by Lightstar on Mar 14, 2010 13:21:22 GMT -5
About the Cat
Name ;; Charredback
Gender ;; Tom
Age ;; 29 moons
Clan ;; ShadowClan
Rank ;; Warrior
Picture ;;
Appearance ;;
Thick, solid, heavy: all are accurate words to describe Charredback’s large, muscular body. The tom’s legs are thick, almost blocky, ending in stout paws, which are all too useful when it comes to clubbing other cats over the head. His wide barrel chest and heavy body make for a threateningly large build, especially when these features are coupled with the fact that this tom is taller than average cats. Charredback’s tail is of average length, but so covered in long, bushy fur that, when it bristles, it adds to the forbidding appearance. The tom’s face is likewise heavy and squarish, ending with a short but blocky muzzle. Long, shaggy hair, chiefly smoky black but white on the muzzle, throat, chest, belly, and paws, coats Charredback, making him seem even larger than he is. The sunken eyes are an ashy green color, sometimes so pale that they look gray, depending on the lighting. The whiskers and tufts of hair protruding from the warrior’s ears tend to stick out at odd angles, occasionally giving a slightly crazed look. Of course, when Charredback is properly groomed, he is not unattractive, especially if a particular she-cat’s fancy is for the brawny.
Personality ;;
Charredback is one of those angry, brooding toms that seems oh-so-stereotypical for ShadowClan. A very short fuse is characteristic of this cat, but this does not lead to the explosion of hissing and swearing some cats would expect of a short-tempered cat. Charredback is more likely to give an angry look and a few well-placed words aimed to hurt, as opposed to shouting and swearing. However, perhaps because he does not let loose his rage as some others do, the flames of this warrior’s anger are slow to diminish. The warrior is likely to hold a grudge and brood on his anger, and it is difficult to earn his forgiveness for upsetting him. Petty mistakes irk him, and he is likely to act angry, though these are much more easily diffused. Charredback is quick to hate, slow to love, and even slower to forgive. This especially goes for emotional pain, as the warrior has a high tolerance for the physical stuff.
In a strange contrast to his high rate for temper, Charredback is actually a rather kind cat, though usually only those who have never hurt him will ever realize this. He is eager to help those who are in pain or suffering, because he empathizes with these cats. He is especially sensitive to kits and apprentices who are hurt, and to young she-cats. He is quiet about his assistance, and does not feel any need for it to be broadcasted to all the Clans. Fear of having cats take advantage of him is strong in this warrior, which is why he is so closed off about his own gentle heart and is afraid to let anyone but the truly suffering see this. Innocence is treasured by Charredback.
Intelligence is certainly present in this cat, and Charredback takes a very long, thoughtful time to work through the decision-making process. However, the tom’s emotions tend to influence his decisions, and it is difficult for him to overcome bias. He is, that said, a very emotional cat, as his moody temper might suggest. He is quick to pass judgment, and quick to base it more on his feelings, rather than logical process. The immense thought that goes into his decisions is more analysis of how he feels about a situation than the situation itself. He is not very secretive, but he is quiet about his thoughts, generally speaking.
Fighting is one of this tom’s strengths, though hunting may very well be his downfall. He likes the excuse to club other cats over the head. What he wants more than anything is to prove his strength to all cats, and to be admired for it. He also craves love, though he is unwilling to give it himself. Secretly, Charredback is afraid of the dark, for it makes him feel lonely.
History ;;
Softcloud and Dogtooth had not been mates long before their first and only litter was born to the dark, warm world of the ShadowClan nursery. Little Charredkit, who was much scrawnier as a kit than as an adult, was a part of that litter. Dogtooth, the father, kept his distance from the nursery, perhaps only once or twice going to visit his kits, and Softcloud, the mother, did not speak often of him. Charredkit was intrigued by the impressive cat who sired him, though. In his youth, the little tom sought out his father, who, surprisingly, greeted him with warmth. Out in the cleared area of the camp, father and son played, wrestling and swiping, and soon the other kits joined in the games. During her children’s excursions to see their father, Softcloud remained in the nursery, gossiping with the other queens, though when the kits returned she always fell quiet and asked them with a façade of interest how they were doing.
When Charredpaw was apprenticed, his fascinated admiration for his father turned to a burning desire to impress him just as much as Dogtooth impressed his son. The little tom worked hard in his apprenticeship, focusing particularly on fighting as he remembered the times he had played with his father. He even practiced with the other apprentices when his mentor could not teach him. For his focus on a single subject, his hunting skills suffered, and he never quite became adept at hunting, though he could still manage to catch some prey.
There is one memory that is distinct in Charredback’s mind from his days as an apprentice. He recalls that once he was walking back towards the camp after one of his few successful hunting ventures when he heard raised voices, and recognized the voices of his parents. Quickly, he had found them, standing mouse-lengths apart in the shadows of the pines, screaming at each other. The argument itself was lost to Charredpaw, but the expressions would be burned into his mind forever, for hatred and rage shone on both of the adults’ faces. At a climactic moment, Dogtooth had lunged forward and swiped his unsheathed claws at Softcloud’s chest. It was then that Charredpaw ran away, sprinting all the way back to camp, and hid in his den, never to discuss what he had seen.
Dogtooth had remained for a few days after that argument, but then he left. He just disappeared from ShadowClan, walked off the territory, abandoning Clan and kin. Softcloud went into a depression, though Charredback has never understood why, since his parents always seemed so aloof. From the day his father left his Clan, Charredpaw vowed to never forgive Dogtooth for breaking his mother’s heart and for abandoning them all, before he even saw his children given their warrior names. Charredpaw’s warrior ceremony was a bitter affair because of this.
Since becoming a warrior, Charredback has focused all of his energies on fulfilling his duties to the very fullest of his abilities. He had tried to think less and less of his father, for shame that he ever looked up to Dogtooth. He has worked hard enough to overcome any doubts to his faithfulness, on the basis of the “bad blood” theory. There have been no noteworthy memories since that one from his apprentice days, and Charredback would even prefer it that way.
Relatives ;;
Softcloud - Mother - Alive
Dogtooth - Father – Alive
Needlefur – Sister – Alive
Pineheart – Sister – Alive
Nightbreeze – Brother - Alive
RP Sample ;;
[ooc: This is from another site, but if you need one with me playing as this character I’ll be more than happy to write one. This is also from the perspective of a human on an InuYasha roleplay.]
Nori’s voice cut through the groan of bending, breaking wood. Aiko’s eyes flew open to see the dangerously tapering branch but a centimeter below her nose. The greenish forest floor bobbed in her vision on either side of the branch, and the younger teen moaned in fear. The ground looked fearfully hard all of a sudden. But Aiko forced her eyes to swivel in their sockets, for she didn’t dare move her head, until her gaze landed on a pair of pale arms, like soft-looking branches themselves, stretching out from the tree. She saw the hands, and the fingers like little twigs. They were outstretched for her.
Aiko wanted to obey the voice, even though to let go of the branch was terrifying. When she stayed really still, the creaking sound slowed. Nori was older, though. Older people always knew what to do. So the girl began to ease her arms from the chokehold she had on the branch. The wood groaned in protest at the shifting weight, and the branch dipped again. Aiko flinched, and her arms tightened around the slim bough once more.[pink] “I can’t!” [/pink]the girl whimpered. Her vision grew blurry, and her cheeks felt hot. Her mind spun and her muscles began to twitch and tremble. And every time she shook, the branch dipped a little farther down, and the wood that connected it to the trunk splintered a little.[pink] “I’m scared! The branch isn’t going to stay!”[/pink]
Suddenly, through the terror that shook her, a thought of clarity pierced Aiko’s numbing mind. Her wide eyes landed on those outstretched arms again. If Nori wasn’t careful… [pink]“It’s gonna fall!”[/pink] the girl cried. [pink]“Watch out or your arms’ll get hit!”[/pink] Aiko didn’t want her playmate to get hurt. It was one thing to hurt yourself, and something completely else to hurt somebody else with your stupidity. The girl dreaded the latter. After all, if Nori got hurt trying to help her, Aiko would probably still end up injuring herself, but she’d also have the guilt she’d have to contend with. Guilt was an awful, awful thing.
But then, half of the wood that was connecting the branch to the rest of the tree had broken, and there was a new sound: a sharp, pierce-your-ears CRACK! The branch lurched, and Aiko’s head was jerked back. Her arms flung back, off the branch. Then there was the ground, rushing up at her. Or she was just rushing down at it.
About the Player[/size]
Your Name ;; I have many, but for simplicity’s sake, call me Char.
RP Experience ;; About 4-5 years, maybe longer… I can’t remember.
Other Cats ;; None.
Other Comments ;; Well, about this character here… If you want to fill a high rank, I can edit the information to fit, if you think Charredback should be converted to a leader or deputy. Of course, any other revisions I need to make for the character in general will gladly be made. Other than that, I have nothing of import to say. You’ll find out more about me sooner or later.
Name ;; Charredback
Gender ;; Tom
Age ;; 29 moons
Clan ;; ShadowClan
Rank ;; Warrior
Picture ;;
Appearance ;;
Thick, solid, heavy: all are accurate words to describe Charredback’s large, muscular body. The tom’s legs are thick, almost blocky, ending in stout paws, which are all too useful when it comes to clubbing other cats over the head. His wide barrel chest and heavy body make for a threateningly large build, especially when these features are coupled with the fact that this tom is taller than average cats. Charredback’s tail is of average length, but so covered in long, bushy fur that, when it bristles, it adds to the forbidding appearance. The tom’s face is likewise heavy and squarish, ending with a short but blocky muzzle. Long, shaggy hair, chiefly smoky black but white on the muzzle, throat, chest, belly, and paws, coats Charredback, making him seem even larger than he is. The sunken eyes are an ashy green color, sometimes so pale that they look gray, depending on the lighting. The whiskers and tufts of hair protruding from the warrior’s ears tend to stick out at odd angles, occasionally giving a slightly crazed look. Of course, when Charredback is properly groomed, he is not unattractive, especially if a particular she-cat’s fancy is for the brawny.
Personality ;;
Charredback is one of those angry, brooding toms that seems oh-so-stereotypical for ShadowClan. A very short fuse is characteristic of this cat, but this does not lead to the explosion of hissing and swearing some cats would expect of a short-tempered cat. Charredback is more likely to give an angry look and a few well-placed words aimed to hurt, as opposed to shouting and swearing. However, perhaps because he does not let loose his rage as some others do, the flames of this warrior’s anger are slow to diminish. The warrior is likely to hold a grudge and brood on his anger, and it is difficult to earn his forgiveness for upsetting him. Petty mistakes irk him, and he is likely to act angry, though these are much more easily diffused. Charredback is quick to hate, slow to love, and even slower to forgive. This especially goes for emotional pain, as the warrior has a high tolerance for the physical stuff.
In a strange contrast to his high rate for temper, Charredback is actually a rather kind cat, though usually only those who have never hurt him will ever realize this. He is eager to help those who are in pain or suffering, because he empathizes with these cats. He is especially sensitive to kits and apprentices who are hurt, and to young she-cats. He is quiet about his assistance, and does not feel any need for it to be broadcasted to all the Clans. Fear of having cats take advantage of him is strong in this warrior, which is why he is so closed off about his own gentle heart and is afraid to let anyone but the truly suffering see this. Innocence is treasured by Charredback.
Intelligence is certainly present in this cat, and Charredback takes a very long, thoughtful time to work through the decision-making process. However, the tom’s emotions tend to influence his decisions, and it is difficult for him to overcome bias. He is, that said, a very emotional cat, as his moody temper might suggest. He is quick to pass judgment, and quick to base it more on his feelings, rather than logical process. The immense thought that goes into his decisions is more analysis of how he feels about a situation than the situation itself. He is not very secretive, but he is quiet about his thoughts, generally speaking.
Fighting is one of this tom’s strengths, though hunting may very well be his downfall. He likes the excuse to club other cats over the head. What he wants more than anything is to prove his strength to all cats, and to be admired for it. He also craves love, though he is unwilling to give it himself. Secretly, Charredback is afraid of the dark, for it makes him feel lonely.
History ;;
Softcloud and Dogtooth had not been mates long before their first and only litter was born to the dark, warm world of the ShadowClan nursery. Little Charredkit, who was much scrawnier as a kit than as an adult, was a part of that litter. Dogtooth, the father, kept his distance from the nursery, perhaps only once or twice going to visit his kits, and Softcloud, the mother, did not speak often of him. Charredkit was intrigued by the impressive cat who sired him, though. In his youth, the little tom sought out his father, who, surprisingly, greeted him with warmth. Out in the cleared area of the camp, father and son played, wrestling and swiping, and soon the other kits joined in the games. During her children’s excursions to see their father, Softcloud remained in the nursery, gossiping with the other queens, though when the kits returned she always fell quiet and asked them with a façade of interest how they were doing.
When Charredpaw was apprenticed, his fascinated admiration for his father turned to a burning desire to impress him just as much as Dogtooth impressed his son. The little tom worked hard in his apprenticeship, focusing particularly on fighting as he remembered the times he had played with his father. He even practiced with the other apprentices when his mentor could not teach him. For his focus on a single subject, his hunting skills suffered, and he never quite became adept at hunting, though he could still manage to catch some prey.
There is one memory that is distinct in Charredback’s mind from his days as an apprentice. He recalls that once he was walking back towards the camp after one of his few successful hunting ventures when he heard raised voices, and recognized the voices of his parents. Quickly, he had found them, standing mouse-lengths apart in the shadows of the pines, screaming at each other. The argument itself was lost to Charredpaw, but the expressions would be burned into his mind forever, for hatred and rage shone on both of the adults’ faces. At a climactic moment, Dogtooth had lunged forward and swiped his unsheathed claws at Softcloud’s chest. It was then that Charredpaw ran away, sprinting all the way back to camp, and hid in his den, never to discuss what he had seen.
Dogtooth had remained for a few days after that argument, but then he left. He just disappeared from ShadowClan, walked off the territory, abandoning Clan and kin. Softcloud went into a depression, though Charredback has never understood why, since his parents always seemed so aloof. From the day his father left his Clan, Charredpaw vowed to never forgive Dogtooth for breaking his mother’s heart and for abandoning them all, before he even saw his children given their warrior names. Charredpaw’s warrior ceremony was a bitter affair because of this.
Since becoming a warrior, Charredback has focused all of his energies on fulfilling his duties to the very fullest of his abilities. He had tried to think less and less of his father, for shame that he ever looked up to Dogtooth. He has worked hard enough to overcome any doubts to his faithfulness, on the basis of the “bad blood” theory. There have been no noteworthy memories since that one from his apprentice days, and Charredback would even prefer it that way.
Relatives ;;
Softcloud - Mother - Alive
Dogtooth - Father – Alive
Needlefur – Sister – Alive
Pineheart – Sister – Alive
Nightbreeze – Brother - Alive
RP Sample ;;
[ooc: This is from another site, but if you need one with me playing as this character I’ll be more than happy to write one. This is also from the perspective of a human on an InuYasha roleplay.]
Nori’s voice cut through the groan of bending, breaking wood. Aiko’s eyes flew open to see the dangerously tapering branch but a centimeter below her nose. The greenish forest floor bobbed in her vision on either side of the branch, and the younger teen moaned in fear. The ground looked fearfully hard all of a sudden. But Aiko forced her eyes to swivel in their sockets, for she didn’t dare move her head, until her gaze landed on a pair of pale arms, like soft-looking branches themselves, stretching out from the tree. She saw the hands, and the fingers like little twigs. They were outstretched for her.
Aiko wanted to obey the voice, even though to let go of the branch was terrifying. When she stayed really still, the creaking sound slowed. Nori was older, though. Older people always knew what to do. So the girl began to ease her arms from the chokehold she had on the branch. The wood groaned in protest at the shifting weight, and the branch dipped again. Aiko flinched, and her arms tightened around the slim bough once more.[pink] “I can’t!” [/pink]the girl whimpered. Her vision grew blurry, and her cheeks felt hot. Her mind spun and her muscles began to twitch and tremble. And every time she shook, the branch dipped a little farther down, and the wood that connected it to the trunk splintered a little.[pink] “I’m scared! The branch isn’t going to stay!”[/pink]
Suddenly, through the terror that shook her, a thought of clarity pierced Aiko’s numbing mind. Her wide eyes landed on those outstretched arms again. If Nori wasn’t careful… [pink]“It’s gonna fall!”[/pink] the girl cried. [pink]“Watch out or your arms’ll get hit!”[/pink] Aiko didn’t want her playmate to get hurt. It was one thing to hurt yourself, and something completely else to hurt somebody else with your stupidity. The girl dreaded the latter. After all, if Nori got hurt trying to help her, Aiko would probably still end up injuring herself, but she’d also have the guilt she’d have to contend with. Guilt was an awful, awful thing.
But then, half of the wood that was connecting the branch to the rest of the tree had broken, and there was a new sound: a sharp, pierce-your-ears CRACK! The branch lurched, and Aiko’s head was jerked back. Her arms flung back, off the branch. Then there was the ground, rushing up at her. Or she was just rushing down at it.
About the Player[/size]
Your Name ;; I have many, but for simplicity’s sake, call me Char.
RP Experience ;; About 4-5 years, maybe longer… I can’t remember.
Other Cats ;; None.
Other Comments ;; Well, about this character here… If you want to fill a high rank, I can edit the information to fit, if you think Charredback should be converted to a leader or deputy. Of course, any other revisions I need to make for the character in general will gladly be made. Other than that, I have nothing of import to say. You’ll find out more about me sooner or later.
