Post by ♫Mistedfire♪ on Nov 9, 2008 18:28:20 GMT -5
Name: Whip
Age: 23
Gender: Tom
Alliance: BoneClan
Rank: A minion to Master Breaker.
Picture:
Description: Whip is mottled brown with pale green eyes. His name comes from his tail-it is extremely long. Then it comes down to his face. Hard, pale green eyes seem to always glower, while his ears are almost always back. His build is small, but fast and muscular. He makes for good spywork because he can squeeze into small areas. His fur is smooth and short-no knots getting caught on barbed wire.
Personality: Now would be a good time to look at the thread title. "Whip them bones." Whip's name almost has double-meaning, because his tongue is clever with words. He can understand a bit of what twolegs say-he's clever. But not always, if being in BoneClan is considered being stupid. He enjoys watching cats die, and just the scent of blood works him into a frenzy.
History: Whip was not born evil—no kits are. He was taught by his sister, Frenzy. Despite that fact that many may think, "Ohmygosh, but it's a GIRL!" she taught him well. But she had two things on her side, trauma, and the fact that when he was first born, Whip was dumb. Whip had another sister, Wing, who was the peaceloving one. Of course, in the streets, "peaceloving" is not a good word. What happened was this:
A lone silhouette moved like a shadow into the abandoned shop. A bloodcurdling scream rang out. All three siblings awoke at once. Looking across the room, they saw the limp form of their mother, blood dripping from her neck. A yellow tom was lapping up blood from the pool that had formed. He looked at the kits and smiled, blood dripping of his fangs.
"Who's next?" He snarled.
"Please mister," Wing whimpered, "Leave us alone!"
Then she was seized by the tom, who made her die slowly, with the remainder of the kits-now orphaned watching. One was frozen with shock, fear, and pain, the other watching in fascination at the possibilities you had in your choice of how to kill one.
You see, after that, Whip's only leader was Frenzy. And she manipulated his mind while it was still pliable, then made sure that was how he stayed by cruelly punishing him every time he did something "good." Then, after she abandoned him moons later, he could not change.
Role play example:
Whip winced as claws punctured his side. He had only left a bit of chicken for another cat... He turned to Frenzy to protest, but this time she hooked his jaw. Obligingly, he ate the rest. "Now kill that cat. He tried to steal your food.[/b]"
Whip was forced to obey. At first he stood still, bit a painful bite to his tail sent him running. He was well capable of catching and killing the old cat, and a glare from his sister caused him to leap onto the cat. Knocking him over he put his teeth to it's throat. "I'm sorry..." He bit. Then he was knocked over and his ear was torn. "No you're not. His sister growled.
Other: Say anything else you would like to say here.
Age: 23
Gender: Tom
Alliance: BoneClan
Rank: A minion to Master Breaker.
Picture:
Description: Whip is mottled brown with pale green eyes. His name comes from his tail-it is extremely long. Then it comes down to his face. Hard, pale green eyes seem to always glower, while his ears are almost always back. His build is small, but fast and muscular. He makes for good spywork because he can squeeze into small areas. His fur is smooth and short-no knots getting caught on barbed wire.
Personality: Now would be a good time to look at the thread title. "Whip them bones." Whip's name almost has double-meaning, because his tongue is clever with words. He can understand a bit of what twolegs say-he's clever. But not always, if being in BoneClan is considered being stupid. He enjoys watching cats die, and just the scent of blood works him into a frenzy.
History: Whip was not born evil—no kits are. He was taught by his sister, Frenzy. Despite that fact that many may think, "Ohmygosh, but it's a GIRL!" she taught him well. But she had two things on her side, trauma, and the fact that when he was first born, Whip was dumb. Whip had another sister, Wing, who was the peaceloving one. Of course, in the streets, "peaceloving" is not a good word. What happened was this:
A lone silhouette moved like a shadow into the abandoned shop. A bloodcurdling scream rang out. All three siblings awoke at once. Looking across the room, they saw the limp form of their mother, blood dripping from her neck. A yellow tom was lapping up blood from the pool that had formed. He looked at the kits and smiled, blood dripping of his fangs.
"Who's next?" He snarled.
"Please mister," Wing whimpered, "Leave us alone!"
Then she was seized by the tom, who made her die slowly, with the remainder of the kits-now orphaned watching. One was frozen with shock, fear, and pain, the other watching in fascination at the possibilities you had in your choice of how to kill one.
You see, after that, Whip's only leader was Frenzy. And she manipulated his mind while it was still pliable, then made sure that was how he stayed by cruelly punishing him every time he did something "good." Then, after she abandoned him moons later, he could not change.
Role play example:
Whip winced as claws punctured his side. He had only left a bit of chicken for another cat... He turned to Frenzy to protest, but this time she hooked his jaw. Obligingly, he ate the rest. "Now kill that cat. He tried to steal your food.[/b]"
Whip was forced to obey. At first he stood still, bit a painful bite to his tail sent him running. He was well capable of catching and killing the old cat, and a glare from his sister caused him to leap onto the cat. Knocking him over he put his teeth to it's throat. "I'm sorry..." He bit. Then he was knocked over and his ear was torn. "No you're not. His sister growled.
Other: Say anything else you would like to say here.
