Post by Rana on Jul 23, 2006 13:55:54 GMT -5
Name: Dimedinte, but known as Dinte
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None
Position: Fugitive
Picture:
Description: If one were to see Dinte nothing out of the ordinary would stick out. His coal black fur shines with a healthy luster with no markings to mar it in any way. Muscles ripple beneath his dark pelt, which is to be expected from any wild cat. His lantern green eyes glow from his handsome face, showing an uncommon intelligence and cunning, perhaps his only extraordinary physical feature. His features are mobile, seeming charming and friendly, but with a slightly nervous look about them.
Personality: Dinte is a charmer, to say the least. His almost crooning voice can lull one into listening and believing even the most obvious of lies. He keeps his calm in almost all situations, whether it be fighting or fleeing. Dinte is not to considered evil, but neither is he a noble spirit. He does what he thinks would be most beneficial to him, and rarely does he swear by loyalty to others. Even when he does, its hard to tell whether that loyalty will be followed through with. Secretive and unwilling to let others known his true self, he keeps quiet about most things.
History: Dinte was born of a loner she-cat, never knowing his father. His mother was as crafty as he, teaching him the ways of earning trust in a clan, taking what he wanted, and fleeing. When she died he told her the truth about his father, named Windscar, and a brother neither of them had met, of an unknown name. He tucked this information away, mourned his mother, and continued the life he had been living with her. Finally he met another clan, the one which Aero led. Betraying the clan as was his custom, he killed another cat, Daphne. It was not originally his intention, but after doing so he felt little remorse. That is, until he learned that Aero was chasing him with a mind bent on revenge.
IC: Dinte smiled at the cat before him. She was almost fully under his control. His bright green eyes shown with honesty and passion for the cause which he preached to her; she had no idea he believed none of it. It didn't matter of course. He was hungry, and wanted the food she guarded. What did it matter if he told a fib or two? It didn't, of course.
Codeword 1: Warrior
Codeword 2: Mountain
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None
Position: Fugitive
Picture:
Description: If one were to see Dinte nothing out of the ordinary would stick out. His coal black fur shines with a healthy luster with no markings to mar it in any way. Muscles ripple beneath his dark pelt, which is to be expected from any wild cat. His lantern green eyes glow from his handsome face, showing an uncommon intelligence and cunning, perhaps his only extraordinary physical feature. His features are mobile, seeming charming and friendly, but with a slightly nervous look about them.
Personality: Dinte is a charmer, to say the least. His almost crooning voice can lull one into listening and believing even the most obvious of lies. He keeps his calm in almost all situations, whether it be fighting or fleeing. Dinte is not to considered evil, but neither is he a noble spirit. He does what he thinks would be most beneficial to him, and rarely does he swear by loyalty to others. Even when he does, its hard to tell whether that loyalty will be followed through with. Secretive and unwilling to let others known his true self, he keeps quiet about most things.
History: Dinte was born of a loner she-cat, never knowing his father. His mother was as crafty as he, teaching him the ways of earning trust in a clan, taking what he wanted, and fleeing. When she died he told her the truth about his father, named Windscar, and a brother neither of them had met, of an unknown name. He tucked this information away, mourned his mother, and continued the life he had been living with her. Finally he met another clan, the one which Aero led. Betraying the clan as was his custom, he killed another cat, Daphne. It was not originally his intention, but after doing so he felt little remorse. That is, until he learned that Aero was chasing him with a mind bent on revenge.
IC: Dinte smiled at the cat before him. She was almost fully under his control. His bright green eyes shown with honesty and passion for the cause which he preached to her; she had no idea he believed none of it. It didn't matter of course. He was hungry, and wanted the food she guarded. What did it matter if he told a fib or two? It didn't, of course.
Codeword 1: Warrior
Codeword 2: Mountain