Post by soulreaperneko on Jun 29, 2011 13:16:17 GMT -7
Your Username:
SoulReaperNeko
Character's name:
Xerxes Breakpaw Breakheart
Reason for a non-traditional name:
N/A
Clan:
Windclan
Occupation:
Elder[120 moons/10 years]
Appearance:
Clickeh
Breakheart is a rather small tabby cat. He's always been small, even for a Windclan cat. Despite his size and age,
Breakheart has a good amount of stamina, capable of fighting or traveling for respectable amounts of time. When he was younger, he used his light frame to his advantage, giving him a good combination of speed and strength. This isn't as great as it might sound, however, since he used both and was never especially talented at either.
Breakheart's fur, short and smooth, is a soft shade of gray. Thus far, very few, very faint scars mar his sleek pelt. Instead, his body is covered tabby markings that are just a few shades darker than their pale background. His tail is patterned with rings of the same color.
His eye is a deep, reddish-brown, rather than the green or blue one might expect of a cat his color. Well, it's more of a bright brown than red, but when the light hits it right it becomes a maroonish red. It presents a rather startling contrast to his light-colored pelt. Despite it's distinct color, Breakheart's eye is usually friendly, full of warmth and characteristic gentleness. A mischievous twinkle is nearly always present in it, completing his appearance of overall creepiness. Breakheart has become blind. However, he can still differentiate different objects placed in front of him, but not cat's faces. He will lose that ability soon.
Personality:
Breakheart is odd.
Why? Because he never really explains what sort of intentions he has, his actions are often defined by impulse — which isn't necessarily true, or well, that's what he wants everyone to think. Things tend to just… "work out" for him, in any way. Other cats are sources of information and should be used to benefit himself, when he wants them to.
Confusing, isn't it?
Breakheart is a manipulative cat who has an extremely cynical view on life. For one, he doesn't really like to interact with people unless he feels the need to or that they'll have an amusing "reaction". He often pokes and prods at people's weaknesses and quirks because it's entertaining, and doesn't really realize what he's doing until someone points it out. Breakheart also doesn't appreciate when that's done, because he's fully aware of what he's doing and he couldn't care less! He's rude, honestly, but that's who he is, and people tend to become accustomed to it fast.
Breakheart doesn't know proper social etiquette. He'll pop out from under a rock during a secret meeting and lay on it, interrupting any sort of conversation no matter whether it was important or just idle chatter. Even with others "scolding" him for doing things when he… feels like doing them [much to their dismay and his enjoyment] he continues to. Normal isn't for him! He used to dig tunnels when he was younger, but eventually stopped after the dust began to give him breathing troubles. Trees, bushes, the space under rocks and logs are all areas that he likes to arrive in places through, just because of self preference. Rather, he doesn't have a 'normal' sense of things, and does things because they're the opposite of such.
From the outside, Breakheart seems like a carefree character, never serious and always smiling, with a weak spot for all kinds of sweets and cakes. When needs be, however, Break shows his dangerous and evil side. His 'impulsive actions' are usually triggered by having people he's acquainted with be in danger, or something he "uses" stops being a valuable source. Unlike other cats, Breakheart doesn't really value his life. Breakheart blames his almost obnoxious obsession with sweets on his bad health. Whatever sort of excuse that works.
Past:
[Before his-story]
Rose was a beautiful, stubborn, black Windclan descendant[ironic huh?] when she started to hang out with the young tom Night. Rose thought of herself as a best friend to him but gradually over time the tom found that he loved her. Now Night may have been fast but he was one quiet and almost shy tom. He didn't know what would happen if he asked Rose to be his mate. He loved her but he didn't think that she loved him back. However on the other side of things, Rose was just waiting for him to ask her. She loved him also but she too didn't know how to say it without him thinking of it as too weird.
So finally one night before going hunting Night left some wild roses that he found next to her nest. While he was out hunting she found them and she just knew that they were for her. So when they got back there was a moment of silence before they both confessed their love for one another.
Its wasn't until a two moons later that Rose became pregnant. Rose was upset because she didn't like the fact that soon she would be stuck there for a long time taking care of some kittens. She knew that she was going to go insane if she was stuck there the whole time.
Finally it was time for her to have her kits. She had three of them. One tom and two she-cats. Two of them were black like Rose [the two she-cats] and the tom was a gray tabby. The tom was named Xerxes. The she-cats were born dead.
[Kitting]
It took Xerxes a long time to open his eyes. It took about two weeks for Xerxes to open them. When he did open his eyes though, instead of being the usual bright blue, they were a startling reddish-brown. This upset Rose very much. She believed that kits with red eyes were the devil's spawn, and wondered what she had done wrong to deserve a demon for a kit. As soon as she got the chance, she threw Xerxes in a river.
He woke up in a strange place, with cats he didn't know. A young couple had fished him out of the river and taken him in. They'd recently had a kitten, a little she-kit named Cheryl. The mother, Rori, was kind to Xerxes, treating him as if he were her own. The father, Zai, was not as welcoming, but he loved Rori and let her do as she wished. Xerxes lived happily, until three moons later.
Not long after Xerxes had joined their family, Rori had grown ill. She kept getting sicker, no matter what Zai did to help her. When Xerxes was only four moons old, Rori died. Zai was heartbroken, and he took out his pain on Xerxes. He blamed Xerxes for what had happened to his mate, calling him things like 'demon' and 'monster'. Xerxes was beaten everyday, and was kept away from Cheryl. But Cheryl loved her little brother, and played with him in secret.
Zai soon found out about these secret meetings, and didn't hesitate to lash out at Xerxes. Cheryl took the blow for him, and died as a result. This infuriated Zai, and he leaped at the kit, taking out his left eye. Zai then had a heart attack, due to all of the stress and anger. Terrified, Xerxes ran with all the energy he had left. He passed out on Windclan territory and was found by a group a Windclan cats.
[Apprenticeship]
Upon waking, Xerxes found out that he'd been found by a she-kit by the name of Seakit. The leader accepted him into the clan, changing his name to Breakpaw and making him an apprentice. He was never one for fighting, but learned how to hunt well enough. He never found it in his heart to believe in Starclan though, and only ever saw the Warrior Code more as a set of guidelines than rules.
Once again, tragedy struck. Greencough spread throughout the camp, though most everyone survived, save for one cat. Seakit, Seapaw by this time, did not survive the sickness. She and Breakpaw had grown close, best friends almost, and seeing her suffer was more than he could bear. Seapaw died due to a lack of supplies, leaving Breakpaw alone once again.
[Warriorhood]
It was long after the greencough epidemic that Breakheart was made a warrior. Not much happened during this time in his life, and half of it has already been forgotten by the older tom. A few border skirmishes, some small scars, all in all a very uneventful span of time. At one point, his eyesight started to fail him. He did attempt to hide his blindness, but it wasn't long before he was found out.
[Elder]
After others became aware of his condition, he was sent to the elder den. He still goes for walks outside of the camp, despite his clanmates pleas to stay in one place. He's still as weird as he used to be, perhaps even weirder with age. He loves to tell stories, whether they're true or not.
Other:
So.....My first elder character. It's really just an older version of Breakheart, nothing much.
SoulReaperNeko
Character's name:
Reason for a non-traditional name:
N/A
Clan:
Windclan
Occupation:
Elder[120 moons/10 years]
Appearance:
Clickeh
Breakheart is a rather small tabby cat. He's always been small, even for a Windclan cat. Despite his size and age,
Breakheart has a good amount of stamina, capable of fighting or traveling for respectable amounts of time. When he was younger, he used his light frame to his advantage, giving him a good combination of speed and strength. This isn't as great as it might sound, however, since he used both and was never especially talented at either.
Breakheart's fur, short and smooth, is a soft shade of gray. Thus far, very few, very faint scars mar his sleek pelt. Instead, his body is covered tabby markings that are just a few shades darker than their pale background. His tail is patterned with rings of the same color.
His eye is a deep, reddish-brown, rather than the green or blue one might expect of a cat his color. Well, it's more of a bright brown than red, but when the light hits it right it becomes a maroonish red. It presents a rather startling contrast to his light-colored pelt. Despite it's distinct color, Breakheart's eye is usually friendly, full of warmth and characteristic gentleness. A mischievous twinkle is nearly always present in it, completing his appearance of overall creepiness. Breakheart has become blind. However, he can still differentiate different objects placed in front of him, but not cat's faces. He will lose that ability soon.
Personality:
Breakheart is odd.
Why? Because he never really explains what sort of intentions he has, his actions are often defined by impulse — which isn't necessarily true, or well, that's what he wants everyone to think. Things tend to just… "work out" for him, in any way. Other cats are sources of information and should be used to benefit himself, when he wants them to.
Confusing, isn't it?
Breakheart is a manipulative cat who has an extremely cynical view on life. For one, he doesn't really like to interact with people unless he feels the need to or that they'll have an amusing "reaction". He often pokes and prods at people's weaknesses and quirks because it's entertaining, and doesn't really realize what he's doing until someone points it out. Breakheart also doesn't appreciate when that's done, because he's fully aware of what he's doing and he couldn't care less! He's rude, honestly, but that's who he is, and people tend to become accustomed to it fast.
Breakheart doesn't know proper social etiquette. He'll pop out from under a rock during a secret meeting and lay on it, interrupting any sort of conversation no matter whether it was important or just idle chatter. Even with others "scolding" him for doing things when he… feels like doing them [much to their dismay and his enjoyment] he continues to. Normal isn't for him! He used to dig tunnels when he was younger, but eventually stopped after the dust began to give him breathing troubles. Trees, bushes, the space under rocks and logs are all areas that he likes to arrive in places through, just because of self preference. Rather, he doesn't have a 'normal' sense of things, and does things because they're the opposite of such.
From the outside, Breakheart seems like a carefree character, never serious and always smiling, with a weak spot for all kinds of sweets and cakes. When needs be, however, Break shows his dangerous and evil side. His 'impulsive actions' are usually triggered by having people he's acquainted with be in danger, or something he "uses" stops being a valuable source. Unlike other cats, Breakheart doesn't really value his life. Breakheart blames his almost obnoxious obsession with sweets on his bad health. Whatever sort of excuse that works.
Past:
[Before his-story]
Rose was a beautiful, stubborn, black Windclan descendant[ironic huh?] when she started to hang out with the young tom Night. Rose thought of herself as a best friend to him but gradually over time the tom found that he loved her. Now Night may have been fast but he was one quiet and almost shy tom. He didn't know what would happen if he asked Rose to be his mate. He loved her but he didn't think that she loved him back. However on the other side of things, Rose was just waiting for him to ask her. She loved him also but she too didn't know how to say it without him thinking of it as too weird.
So finally one night before going hunting Night left some wild roses that he found next to her nest. While he was out hunting she found them and she just knew that they were for her. So when they got back there was a moment of silence before they both confessed their love for one another.
Its wasn't until a two moons later that Rose became pregnant. Rose was upset because she didn't like the fact that soon she would be stuck there for a long time taking care of some kittens. She knew that she was going to go insane if she was stuck there the whole time.
Finally it was time for her to have her kits. She had three of them. One tom and two she-cats. Two of them were black like Rose [the two she-cats] and the tom was a gray tabby. The tom was named Xerxes. The she-cats were born dead.
[Kitting]
It took Xerxes a long time to open his eyes. It took about two weeks for Xerxes to open them. When he did open his eyes though, instead of being the usual bright blue, they were a startling reddish-brown. This upset Rose very much. She believed that kits with red eyes were the devil's spawn, and wondered what she had done wrong to deserve a demon for a kit. As soon as she got the chance, she threw Xerxes in a river.
He woke up in a strange place, with cats he didn't know. A young couple had fished him out of the river and taken him in. They'd recently had a kitten, a little she-kit named Cheryl. The mother, Rori, was kind to Xerxes, treating him as if he were her own. The father, Zai, was not as welcoming, but he loved Rori and let her do as she wished. Xerxes lived happily, until three moons later.
Not long after Xerxes had joined their family, Rori had grown ill. She kept getting sicker, no matter what Zai did to help her. When Xerxes was only four moons old, Rori died. Zai was heartbroken, and he took out his pain on Xerxes. He blamed Xerxes for what had happened to his mate, calling him things like 'demon' and 'monster'. Xerxes was beaten everyday, and was kept away from Cheryl. But Cheryl loved her little brother, and played with him in secret.
Zai soon found out about these secret meetings, and didn't hesitate to lash out at Xerxes. Cheryl took the blow for him, and died as a result. This infuriated Zai, and he leaped at the kit, taking out his left eye. Zai then had a heart attack, due to all of the stress and anger. Terrified, Xerxes ran with all the energy he had left. He passed out on Windclan territory and was found by a group a Windclan cats.
[Apprenticeship]
Upon waking, Xerxes found out that he'd been found by a she-kit by the name of Seakit. The leader accepted him into the clan, changing his name to Breakpaw and making him an apprentice. He was never one for fighting, but learned how to hunt well enough. He never found it in his heart to believe in Starclan though, and only ever saw the Warrior Code more as a set of guidelines than rules.
Once again, tragedy struck. Greencough spread throughout the camp, though most everyone survived, save for one cat. Seakit, Seapaw by this time, did not survive the sickness. She and Breakpaw had grown close, best friends almost, and seeing her suffer was more than he could bear. Seapaw died due to a lack of supplies, leaving Breakpaw alone once again.
[Warriorhood]
It was long after the greencough epidemic that Breakheart was made a warrior. Not much happened during this time in his life, and half of it has already been forgotten by the older tom. A few border skirmishes, some small scars, all in all a very uneventful span of time. At one point, his eyesight started to fail him. He did attempt to hide his blindness, but it wasn't long before he was found out.
[Elder]
After others became aware of his condition, he was sent to the elder den. He still goes for walks outside of the camp, despite his clanmates pleas to stay in one place. He's still as weird as he used to be, perhaps even weirder with age. He loves to tell stories, whether they're true or not.
Other:
So.....My first elder character. It's really just an older version of Breakheart, nothing much.
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