Post by Rana on Jul 25, 2006 14:07:08 GMT -5
Name: Maelstrom
Age: Unknown
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Position:
Picture:
Description: Maelstrom is a burly, menacingly large looking cat. His pelt is black and white; faintly resembling a cows hide. It grows thick, hiding numerous scars across his warrior's body. The biggest of which is on his head, horizontal from his ear over the left brow, and another down across his nose and cheek. Half of his right ear is missing. His eyes are honest, but not in a good way. They clearly display his hatred, blood lust, and hint at insanity.
Personality: The terms 'Don't judge a book by its cover' and 'Gentle giant' do not apply here. Maelstrom is everything he looks. Harsh, violent, and with a grotesque sense of humor, he lives only to exact his revenge on others. The fact that they caused nothing of his pain does not bother him. However, he is honest, even if it is brutal and cruel honesty, and he is loyal to the end once he pledges himself to something. Strange traits in a beast as blood thirsty and macabre as he.
History: To make it simple, Maelstrom remembers little about his history. Simplified, it goes like this. Born in a foreign land, to a warrior, his father tried to usurp the leadership for himself. The cats of the clan killed his father, and mother, and tried to kill him. They slashed his frail kit body, leaving the deep head wounds, and abandoned him as dead. But almost impossibly, Maelstrom survived his ordeal. But not without a high price. The head wounds changed his way of thought, twisting his mind until he became the hate filled beast he is. His memory of his younger days is a red haze; his mind does not recall things until much later in his life. How he got to the land he's in he has no idea, but he's been wandering on his own for many moons. But maybe its time for his wandering to end, and use his demonic mindset for a cause.
IC: Maelstrom shivered against the cold night, glaring up at the moon with his hate filled eyes. He muttered to himself, as he had become accustomed to doing of late.
"Och, this land cannae be doin' much fer me health. Ah say 'tis time fer this laddy buck tae be movin' on."
He padded off quietly, moving his hulking body in a surprisingly nimble way. Time for new lands, new enemies, and new fights. He smiled his ferocious grin, once again leaving his past and setting himself on the future.
Codeword1: Warrior
Codeword2: Mountain
Age: Unknown
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Position:
Picture:
Description: Maelstrom is a burly, menacingly large looking cat. His pelt is black and white; faintly resembling a cows hide. It grows thick, hiding numerous scars across his warrior's body. The biggest of which is on his head, horizontal from his ear over the left brow, and another down across his nose and cheek. Half of his right ear is missing. His eyes are honest, but not in a good way. They clearly display his hatred, blood lust, and hint at insanity.
Personality: The terms 'Don't judge a book by its cover' and 'Gentle giant' do not apply here. Maelstrom is everything he looks. Harsh, violent, and with a grotesque sense of humor, he lives only to exact his revenge on others. The fact that they caused nothing of his pain does not bother him. However, he is honest, even if it is brutal and cruel honesty, and he is loyal to the end once he pledges himself to something. Strange traits in a beast as blood thirsty and macabre as he.
History: To make it simple, Maelstrom remembers little about his history. Simplified, it goes like this. Born in a foreign land, to a warrior, his father tried to usurp the leadership for himself. The cats of the clan killed his father, and mother, and tried to kill him. They slashed his frail kit body, leaving the deep head wounds, and abandoned him as dead. But almost impossibly, Maelstrom survived his ordeal. But not without a high price. The head wounds changed his way of thought, twisting his mind until he became the hate filled beast he is. His memory of his younger days is a red haze; his mind does not recall things until much later in his life. How he got to the land he's in he has no idea, but he's been wandering on his own for many moons. But maybe its time for his wandering to end, and use his demonic mindset for a cause.
IC: Maelstrom shivered against the cold night, glaring up at the moon with his hate filled eyes. He muttered to himself, as he had become accustomed to doing of late.
"Och, this land cannae be doin' much fer me health. Ah say 'tis time fer this laddy buck tae be movin' on."
He padded off quietly, moving his hulking body in a surprisingly nimble way. Time for new lands, new enemies, and new fights. He smiled his ferocious grin, once again leaving his past and setting himself on the future.
Codeword1: Warrior
Codeword2: Mountain