Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 12, 2008 8:30:05 GMT -5
Name: Fade
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: SilenceClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: Very dark and mysterious. If you ever meet him on unfriendly terms (which you most often will) you'll not hear a word or sound from him until his claws slit through your throat. Then he says one thing: 'goodbye'. That's basically all he ever says to those he doesn't know. No cat knows why Fade is so emotionless and stony but every cat knows he's a mean lean fighting machine waiting to devour his prey. He secretly detests the sight and taste of blood, but he also secretly likes the hopelessness, the pain, the sorrow in the eyes of a creature when he kills it. In other words, he loves to inflict pain and misery. Fade is very easily angered but he never shows it, and he is not easily insulted, since he is very good at turning them around to his advantage. He also has a secret longing for something he never knew, but it's hard to place what he longs for in any catagory.
History: I am Fade. I am swift as the night and lethal as the poison of an adder's fang. I am from a place where even a whisper could end your life, for the leader there was very nervous and believed every cat was out to betray him... he was a horrible, cruel cat. His name was Crimson, and he was the madest, cruelest, most heartless tom that the forest of Shadows, where I lived, had ever seen. And... he was my father. My mother's name was Dove. She was nearly nine moons when she gave birth to myself and my brother, Loner. She called me Pheonix at first, but Crimson did not like the name. He noticed how I could easily blend in with my surroundings, so he named me Fade despite my mother's protests. My father loved my mother, I knew it. But she hated and loathed him. It was arranged, their courtship, by Crimson's father Boulder. Crimson came from a line of royalty, which was why no one dared challenge him... until I was born. Every cat thought as a kit I would never be admitted as a king, and so there would be no king. But when my father got wind of the scheme... there was so much bloodshed... and horror... I rememeber seeing dead cats lying everywhere that night. My brother Loner escaped and I did not see him for a long time. Finally the slaughter ended, but it was still hard to live there. As I grew my father began to teach me his ways of cruelty and anger. I learned well, and became heartless and uncaring... as I still am. It is my way. Though not a way I take much pride in. I left the cats there without a king when my father was murdered... by myself. I wanted no part of the kingship. Let them suffer, the traitors... I had risked everything to save them from their bloodthirsty leader, and I wouldn't plauge them by becoming the next one. I left and found SilenceClan. It was my sort of place... I also met my brother, Loner, there after all those seasons. Much had happened to him, and he never spoke with me... he is not like me, I can see it in his eyes... or eye, I suppose. He's good enough at hiding emotions in his eye, but his frozen one betrays him... Either way, we have walked seperate paths. And I have become stronger.
RP example: The mouse sniffed at the root of the tree, looking for something to eat. A small black branch of some plant jutted out over its head but it didn't notice it, since it was so still. As it came under the branch it suddenly crashed down on the mouse's back and with a crack snapped the lower part of the creature's spine. The black branch withdrew and a broad-shouldered black tom with peircing amber eyes padded out of the shadows. He had been totally invisible until now, and as he stared coldly down at the writhing mouse he smirked mirthlessly to himself. It was in pain. It'd be the kindest thing to do to put it out of its pain. Fade sat down beside the mouse and watched it recoiling in horror, suffering as it slowly crossed into the realm of death. Well, I'm not exactly a kind cat, am i? Fade thought indifferently.
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: SilenceClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: Very dark and mysterious. If you ever meet him on unfriendly terms (which you most often will) you'll not hear a word or sound from him until his claws slit through your throat. Then he says one thing: 'goodbye'. That's basically all he ever says to those he doesn't know. No cat knows why Fade is so emotionless and stony but every cat knows he's a mean lean fighting machine waiting to devour his prey. He secretly detests the sight and taste of blood, but he also secretly likes the hopelessness, the pain, the sorrow in the eyes of a creature when he kills it. In other words, he loves to inflict pain and misery. Fade is very easily angered but he never shows it, and he is not easily insulted, since he is very good at turning them around to his advantage. He also has a secret longing for something he never knew, but it's hard to place what he longs for in any catagory.
History: I am Fade. I am swift as the night and lethal as the poison of an adder's fang. I am from a place where even a whisper could end your life, for the leader there was very nervous and believed every cat was out to betray him... he was a horrible, cruel cat. His name was Crimson, and he was the madest, cruelest, most heartless tom that the forest of Shadows, where I lived, had ever seen. And... he was my father. My mother's name was Dove. She was nearly nine moons when she gave birth to myself and my brother, Loner. She called me Pheonix at first, but Crimson did not like the name. He noticed how I could easily blend in with my surroundings, so he named me Fade despite my mother's protests. My father loved my mother, I knew it. But she hated and loathed him. It was arranged, their courtship, by Crimson's father Boulder. Crimson came from a line of royalty, which was why no one dared challenge him... until I was born. Every cat thought as a kit I would never be admitted as a king, and so there would be no king. But when my father got wind of the scheme... there was so much bloodshed... and horror... I rememeber seeing dead cats lying everywhere that night. My brother Loner escaped and I did not see him for a long time. Finally the slaughter ended, but it was still hard to live there. As I grew my father began to teach me his ways of cruelty and anger. I learned well, and became heartless and uncaring... as I still am. It is my way. Though not a way I take much pride in. I left the cats there without a king when my father was murdered... by myself. I wanted no part of the kingship. Let them suffer, the traitors... I had risked everything to save them from their bloodthirsty leader, and I wouldn't plauge them by becoming the next one. I left and found SilenceClan. It was my sort of place... I also met my brother, Loner, there after all those seasons. Much had happened to him, and he never spoke with me... he is not like me, I can see it in his eyes... or eye, I suppose. He's good enough at hiding emotions in his eye, but his frozen one betrays him... Either way, we have walked seperate paths. And I have become stronger.
RP example: The mouse sniffed at the root of the tree, looking for something to eat. A small black branch of some plant jutted out over its head but it didn't notice it, since it was so still. As it came under the branch it suddenly crashed down on the mouse's back and with a crack snapped the lower part of the creature's spine. The black branch withdrew and a broad-shouldered black tom with peircing amber eyes padded out of the shadows. He had been totally invisible until now, and as he stared coldly down at the writhing mouse he smirked mirthlessly to himself. It was in pain. It'd be the kindest thing to do to put it out of its pain. Fade sat down beside the mouse and watched it recoiling in horror, suffering as it slowly crossed into the realm of death. Well, I'm not exactly a kind cat, am i? Fade thought indifferently.
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