Post by Autumn on Sept 23, 2008 11:42:31 GMT -5
Alt Name: Herbstlich (Autumnal)
IC Name: Herbst (Autumn)
Gender: Male
Description of History, physical characteristics, personality, feelings toward Clanners:
Foregin. Enjoys speaking in native tongue (which will probably be German). He snuck onto a cargo ship in Bremerhaven, Germany, had to fend off rats for a few weeks, then found his way to this forest.
He's always been a sad looking, rugged tom. Small children were afraid to go near him, even as a kit when he wanted the attention. Old woman feeding wild cats would chase him away when he came for food in the middle of the night. Lived like the rats, picking food out of the garbage. Moved on up to living like a grounded halk, eating rotting cadaver. Followed a shipment of jerky, that's how he ended up on the ship.
Enormous build. Tail taller then your average toddler. Neglected long fur, full of dried blood and immense mats. Could be handsome if he cared about being handsome. Skin raised with your garden variety of scars, the biggest being a leg long river extending on his left forelimb. Murky, cold, gold eyes.
Deceiving, bitter, nasty, cunning, intelligent, cold, outsider, dishonorable, devious, persuasive, vain, your favorite attributes in a loner, right? He also has a thing about stealing kits, especially EarthClan kits.
He cannot understand clan life. He can't understand the attactment to other cats and he can't understand why anyone would ever want to subject themselves to that. He does though, have a bias towards DarkClan and absolutely depises EarthClan. He will help any clan destroy them, but probably will turn on that clan later.
Great cat, great great cat.
(No, he is not perfect. He is a corrupt fool that thinks great of himself, which will be the cause of his demise.)
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: some.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
The tom etched towards the edge of EarthClan territory. Irrational hatered filled his entire body, it flowing like lava through his veins. Even the sight of the brillant gold grass lit him up, the way it sways in the light breeze, without a care in the world. He knew he was no good with blending in with their dry, shameful terrain, even a dim-witted six moon kit could see him. Then that brainless piece of mouse dung would go get his master or mentor or whatever they are called and he'd have to kill the both of them. Actually, that wouldn't be so bad. His claws unsheathed into the gritty dirt, that dirt turning into the throat of EarthClan scum. He sat, tense, digging into the ground for a few moments. Heute nicht.* The immense body turned and was lost in the low brush.
*Not today
Side Note: strict RP. Don't even think about casual OCC contact.
IC Name: Herbst (Autumn)
Gender: Male
Description of History, physical characteristics, personality, feelings toward Clanners:
Foregin. Enjoys speaking in native tongue (which will probably be German). He snuck onto a cargo ship in Bremerhaven, Germany, had to fend off rats for a few weeks, then found his way to this forest.
He's always been a sad looking, rugged tom. Small children were afraid to go near him, even as a kit when he wanted the attention. Old woman feeding wild cats would chase him away when he came for food in the middle of the night. Lived like the rats, picking food out of the garbage. Moved on up to living like a grounded halk, eating rotting cadaver. Followed a shipment of jerky, that's how he ended up on the ship.
Enormous build. Tail taller then your average toddler. Neglected long fur, full of dried blood and immense mats. Could be handsome if he cared about being handsome. Skin raised with your garden variety of scars, the biggest being a leg long river extending on his left forelimb. Murky, cold, gold eyes.
Deceiving, bitter, nasty, cunning, intelligent, cold, outsider, dishonorable, devious, persuasive, vain, your favorite attributes in a loner, right? He also has a thing about stealing kits, especially EarthClan kits.
He cannot understand clan life. He can't understand the attactment to other cats and he can't understand why anyone would ever want to subject themselves to that. He does though, have a bias towards DarkClan and absolutely depises EarthClan. He will help any clan destroy them, but probably will turn on that clan later.
Great cat, great great cat.
(No, he is not perfect. He is a corrupt fool that thinks great of himself, which will be the cause of his demise.)
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: some.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
The tom etched towards the edge of EarthClan territory. Irrational hatered filled his entire body, it flowing like lava through his veins. Even the sight of the brillant gold grass lit him up, the way it sways in the light breeze, without a care in the world. He knew he was no good with blending in with their dry, shameful terrain, even a dim-witted six moon kit could see him. Then that brainless piece of mouse dung would go get his master or mentor or whatever they are called and he'd have to kill the both of them. Actually, that wouldn't be so bad. His claws unsheathed into the gritty dirt, that dirt turning into the throat of EarthClan scum. He sat, tense, digging into the ground for a few moments. Heute nicht.* The immense body turned and was lost in the low brush.
*Not today
Side Note: strict RP. Don't even think about casual OCC contact.