.Rogue.Nightmare.

[[.:Breaker:.]]

Name:
Nightmare

Age:
36 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Alliance:
Rogue

Rank:

Picture:
[disregard any traits that go against the Description. This is just for basic reference.]

Description:
A thin wolf cat, muscle and all, Nightmare looks like he's well taken care of and prisoner of a sickness as well. Though he's right in his prime years, the wieght of this wolf cat is under the normal scale, and his bones can sometimes be seen. Nightmare's pretty well muscled and light on his feet. If compared to an adult human, he would only measure up to their thigh.

With the unhealthy side viewed, Nightmare has a good side, too. His entire pelt is a midnight black, shiney and glossy with good care. His tail is short long and fluffy, and can easily reach his black nose when curled up. The major health problem that this Pirate rogue has, though, is his failing sight. Although originally coal black in color, his eyes have grown weary over time, turning over time into a strain, deep red. These are what cause Nightmare's deepest pains sometimes.

Personality:
Nightmare is never one for direct mercy. If in a battle, he'll fight with only a fraction of his strength, giving his opponents a false sense of security. In reality, he waits to see how the other reacts and observes their methods. This style goes into everything Nightmare does, and he hates to constantly be moving. This is why he chose to be a Pirate rogue - for the sake of his own sanity.

Despite being a Pirate rogue, a "fierce and dishonest" wolf cat, he rejects the image and is a calm "brute." In the midst of a panic-stricken group, he'll calmly sit there without a hint of worry.

There is only one thing that Nightmare fears: The loss of his once-perfect sight. His eyes are far beyond repair, seeing as they're red in color, and bleed occasionally. Often, the temporary loss of sight will be signaled with a headache.

History:
He had the perfect family. His parents were the ones every tortured rogue wished for, because they loved their two kits very much, even with the six-month age difference. Nightmare was the first-born and was very fond of his parents, and was never jealous of his little brother, Raven, when his parents had him. No, he just wanted to protect his brother from all harm as long as they both lived. However, one overlooked mistake brought their parents' lives to an end on FireClan territory, and it was this event that had Raven traumatized for life and mentally scarred. The problem was that he also feared Nightmare, even as he tried to help out the poor kit.

Raven, confused, panic-striken and horrified, fled the scene and away from everybody there. Nightmare couldn't take it. He went insane by the loss of his entire family and would not forgive the warriors or their Clan. He didn't want to be brainwashed into thinking that every non-Clan cat was dangerous or an enemy. Nightmare knew it wasn't true. But the following day, after he had mourned his losses, it was the day when the brand of being a rogue was stamped upon his life.

Role play example:
"No! You fools! How could you be such- such-" Nightmare stumbled around for an appropriate term for the four cats surrounding him. Two were she-cats, a brown tabby and the other a golden, and the other two were toms, white and grey respectively. They clicked their teeth together threateningly at the black tom between them, and when the brown tabby leapt, Nightmare was even quicker: her neck caught in his open jaws and he clenched down - hard.

Both cats tumbled to the ground and suddenly another cat was upon him, biting at his back and tearing at his sides. The white tom screeched in his ears and Nightmare let go of the female to slide his claws down the clean throat. Raaaaargh!" The battle cry was hoarse and desperate; it was only a display of how the struggling tom felt, because he had nobody left to turn to. The Clans wouldn't help him, now that he had openly attacked FireClan.. Good. He didn't need their pity.

The agony sent drillings of pain into his head, and it only fogged it with more anger. Nightmare had no control over his actions now. It was purely instinct to block a swipe from the white tom, and it was again to snap his fangs into the pale throat, so that he could taste delicious blood upon his tongue. So when the golden she-cat bit down on his spine, it was a shock to see dead eyes staring at him, blank with fear.

It took only that for Nightmare to take off into the forest, branded as a rogue and outlaw by the Clans. He minded greatly, but he knew that the warriors deserved to lose a Clanmate. They had killed his mother, father, and might as well have killed his brother - their loss was nothing to his.

It was his personal revenge, Nightmare thought with an emotionless laugh.

Other:
-An Itachi-based cat.
-Sorry for the slashes and stuff. I originally made this for a Wolf RP site of mine. Hope that counts, but I didn't really wanna go through it all just to convert it to 'feline.'
-Ne.. Can somebody make the boards for "Other Lands"?