Post by Legionstar on Aug 11, 2006 12:50:30 GMT -5
Name of your Character: Legionstar (Warrior name was Legionsabre)
Age(in moons): Adult – 3 years – 36(?) moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Bloodclan
Position: Bloodclan Leader
Description:
Personality: Legionstar will manipulate and trick others to do his bidding. He is very taunting and will often taunt an opponent till he strikes them down. He is evil and sadistic in his own way, he doesn't brutally kill instead he draws it out, embarrassing, humiliating and causing the feline much more pain.
But underneath this sadistic personality is a cat that has been tortured and abused simply because of who he was. He never had a chance to prove that he was a good feline so he has decided that he would assume the stereotype others so easily put him in. He longs for someone to just understand him, though he wouldn't dare admit it because of his insecurity.
History: Born in Bloodclan, the young Legionstar received nothing but hardships and criticism. The tom could do nothing right, and his father, the clan deputy, reminded him that every day.
…so he waylaid his father and murdered him, becoming the next deputy in line due to the fact that there was not another cat who could do so.
Legionstar was not satisfied. He wanted more. However, their leader was growing older by the day, so he bided his time and held his murderous thoughts until the day the old leader took his last breath. The clan had no medicine cat, the few members left were thin and sickly due to a plague that had ran wild through the camp, and only their new leader was strong and healthy, completely missed by the sickness.
The tom set to work, killing those members to weak to live much longer, and opening his borders fro rogue missed by the sickness to pass in and join Bloodclan, which will slowly rise from the ashes.
Passward:
RPG example: Endorsed with nourishment, the dense foliage o' the Bloodclan perimeter flourishes. Immense trees sway hesitantly, 'neath the pressure of the cooing winds, and ferns lap pleasantly o'er the fertile underbrush, touched in a glossy layer o' amytal dew... The leaves of autumn torn free with the western-breeze, allowing spring to bud. As an air of 'hushed' secrets, and unknown fortune, was left to kiss mysteriously at the forests edge. Delicate flowers blossom 'neath the tangled mess o' overgrowth, and fragrant blooms dance neatly 'pon the surface of a stagnant pond. And the sky, left clear and untainted by cotton clouds. All this - seeming quite normal for the vicinity... Yet - hence twilight prevails, hauling its casual episode of shadow o'er the previously serene terra. Slicing distinctly 'cross the terrain with the ease of a two-edged sword, to make way for the Ruler o' the vast grounds. The earth 'pon which you stand. The Leader of a warrior clan.
Oddly enough - The pleasantry of the day and the lore of the approaching eve, could neigh prevent the clan from further venturing. The mood, relaxed and calm, for the first time in quite awhile. As the remaining residents began to - settle - from the shift in territory. A coarse rattle, sets off your nerves, as you rotate to see, an immense paw of platinum, home to length bidden, retractable metallic sabers. Drawn fourth from the underbrush - moved a lithe, yet massive, muscular feline. 'Auds sewn to his curved cranium. Gentle currents of sleek hide brushed o'er his forelocks. Silken pelt, flicking tentatively against the soft and aimless lights that broke the canopy of the foliage. Firm muscles, pulsing aggressively, as he shifted earthward o'er his strong hindquarters. Tai arching placidly about his haunches, as he idly observed the presence before him. Crystalline optics, danced in stunning blue flames... that spread in a firm aurora o'er his immense pads. Flicking aimlessly 'tween his lethal claws, and climbing silently o'er his legs. The cat shifted his weight casually, stern gaze fastened attentively o'er the chattering being. Lobes focused, as a lithe smile, of the quizzical manner, painted his maw. “You are wise it appears... as you have selected a good day to venture o'er the territory of my clan."
He merely grinned, tongue lulled 'tween his lower range of incisors, only momentarily as he inhaled o'er a light pant. “I am Legionstar... Leader of Bloodclan. Normally, trespassers would receive sentence - but... today, perhaps I shall make an acceptation. If ye' seek refuge, here ye, shall find it. If ye seek a home or even a family, consider joining ours... Yet, if ye have come o'er warfare? I would bear you but one crude warning. It would be your deathbed, not mine.”
(Note – RP’s this descriptive won’t be too common, I can only time them when I get a lot of free time to use on it.)
Age(in moons): Adult – 3 years – 36(?) moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Bloodclan
Position: Bloodclan Leader
Description:
Personality: Legionstar will manipulate and trick others to do his bidding. He is very taunting and will often taunt an opponent till he strikes them down. He is evil and sadistic in his own way, he doesn't brutally kill instead he draws it out, embarrassing, humiliating and causing the feline much more pain.
But underneath this sadistic personality is a cat that has been tortured and abused simply because of who he was. He never had a chance to prove that he was a good feline so he has decided that he would assume the stereotype others so easily put him in. He longs for someone to just understand him, though he wouldn't dare admit it because of his insecurity.
History: Born in Bloodclan, the young Legionstar received nothing but hardships and criticism. The tom could do nothing right, and his father, the clan deputy, reminded him that every day.
…so he waylaid his father and murdered him, becoming the next deputy in line due to the fact that there was not another cat who could do so.
Legionstar was not satisfied. He wanted more. However, their leader was growing older by the day, so he bided his time and held his murderous thoughts until the day the old leader took his last breath. The clan had no medicine cat, the few members left were thin and sickly due to a plague that had ran wild through the camp, and only their new leader was strong and healthy, completely missed by the sickness.
The tom set to work, killing those members to weak to live much longer, and opening his borders fro rogue missed by the sickness to pass in and join Bloodclan, which will slowly rise from the ashes.
Passward:
RPG example: Endorsed with nourishment, the dense foliage o' the Bloodclan perimeter flourishes. Immense trees sway hesitantly, 'neath the pressure of the cooing winds, and ferns lap pleasantly o'er the fertile underbrush, touched in a glossy layer o' amytal dew... The leaves of autumn torn free with the western-breeze, allowing spring to bud. As an air of 'hushed' secrets, and unknown fortune, was left to kiss mysteriously at the forests edge. Delicate flowers blossom 'neath the tangled mess o' overgrowth, and fragrant blooms dance neatly 'pon the surface of a stagnant pond. And the sky, left clear and untainted by cotton clouds. All this - seeming quite normal for the vicinity... Yet - hence twilight prevails, hauling its casual episode of shadow o'er the previously serene terra. Slicing distinctly 'cross the terrain with the ease of a two-edged sword, to make way for the Ruler o' the vast grounds. The earth 'pon which you stand. The Leader of a warrior clan.
Oddly enough - The pleasantry of the day and the lore of the approaching eve, could neigh prevent the clan from further venturing. The mood, relaxed and calm, for the first time in quite awhile. As the remaining residents began to - settle - from the shift in territory. A coarse rattle, sets off your nerves, as you rotate to see, an immense paw of platinum, home to length bidden, retractable metallic sabers. Drawn fourth from the underbrush - moved a lithe, yet massive, muscular feline. 'Auds sewn to his curved cranium. Gentle currents of sleek hide brushed o'er his forelocks. Silken pelt, flicking tentatively against the soft and aimless lights that broke the canopy of the foliage. Firm muscles, pulsing aggressively, as he shifted earthward o'er his strong hindquarters. Tai arching placidly about his haunches, as he idly observed the presence before him. Crystalline optics, danced in stunning blue flames... that spread in a firm aurora o'er his immense pads. Flicking aimlessly 'tween his lethal claws, and climbing silently o'er his legs. The cat shifted his weight casually, stern gaze fastened attentively o'er the chattering being. Lobes focused, as a lithe smile, of the quizzical manner, painted his maw. “You are wise it appears... as you have selected a good day to venture o'er the territory of my clan."
He merely grinned, tongue lulled 'tween his lower range of incisors, only momentarily as he inhaled o'er a light pant. “I am Legionstar... Leader of Bloodclan. Normally, trespassers would receive sentence - but... today, perhaps I shall make an acceptation. If ye' seek refuge, here ye, shall find it. If ye seek a home or even a family, consider joining ours... Yet, if ye have come o'er warfare? I would bear you but one crude warning. It would be your deathbed, not mine.”
(Note – RP’s this descriptive won’t be too common, I can only time them when I get a lot of free time to use on it.)
