Post by Flamefur on Mar 22, 2007 19:41:19 GMT -5
Name: Flamefur
Gender: Male
Age: 34 moons
Clan: RogueBand
Rank: Rogue
Short Description: Flamefur has bright red fur and a scar on his eye. His eyes are bright green, and he is built for speed.
Physical Description: Flamefur has a shining, brilliant red coat that is thick and makes him look twice his size. He has muscle, but he rely's on speed to win a battle. He is battle-scarred, but his most prominant scar is across his right eye, and on his tail, considering the tip had been cut off. He always seemed to be scowling, and his face was not made for smiling.
Personality: Flamefur enjoys killing, but is very strategic and cunning. He prefers a quick kill instead of a slow one. Screams don't matter to him, but the chance that his victim might survive if another cat came to the rescue doesn't appeal to him. He is ruthless in battle, and shows no mercy, no matter the cat. Kit, leader, apprentice, pregant queen, none are different in his mind, unless they're allies.
Flamefur always keeps his word, no exceptions. He sometimes tells half-truths however, and any cat trying to get him to promise something must be very specific, otherwise he will find a loophole and break the promise, while still, in his mind, keeping it. Anyone who knows him well knows to ignore most of what he says, and watch his body movements. His right eye always slants a little when he's telling a half-"truth", and his left eye always looks a little more vicious when he can't find a loophole in something. His tail also shows his feelings, by twitching the "tip" when he's angry or nervous.
All his body-movements mean something, but not even his mother knew what they all meant. He speaks very well and if a cat listens to him talk long enough believes anything he says, because his mouth drips honey and well-concealed lies when he talks.
History: Flamefur was born to kittypets a long ways away, but was chased away by the owners after he killed his pregnant mother. He killed his father for good measure in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, which was witnessed by his brother, the runt of the litter. He killed his brother, and ran. He ran over the mountains and joined the tribes when he was fully grown and about 15 moons old. He tricked them into trusting him, then killed several cats before being kicked out. He loved to kill, the thrill of battle, the screams of his victims and their pleas for mercy.
He continued on, and ran into the clans. He liked the clans much more, liking the chaos he could ensue by getting the scent of one clan and crossing the borders and other such things, like killing. One day, he lured a kit out of one of the clans, at the time he knew not which, and killed it with deathberries. He left it by a fox-hole and it was discovered there later. He grew up in this life as a rogue, killing occasionally but mostly attempting to start battles and making the clans lives miserable and hating each other. One day, he stumbled upon the RogueBand and listened to a pair talk about an attack to the clans. Flamefur showed himself and asked to talk to their leader. Tigerlily let him join the RogueBand on one condition- obey everything she said. Flamefur agreed, thinking he could find a loophole in that simple command if need be.
Photo (Optional): None
Gender: Male
Age: 34 moons
Clan: RogueBand
Rank: Rogue
Short Description: Flamefur has bright red fur and a scar on his eye. His eyes are bright green, and he is built for speed.
Physical Description: Flamefur has a shining, brilliant red coat that is thick and makes him look twice his size. He has muscle, but he rely's on speed to win a battle. He is battle-scarred, but his most prominant scar is across his right eye, and on his tail, considering the tip had been cut off. He always seemed to be scowling, and his face was not made for smiling.
Personality: Flamefur enjoys killing, but is very strategic and cunning. He prefers a quick kill instead of a slow one. Screams don't matter to him, but the chance that his victim might survive if another cat came to the rescue doesn't appeal to him. He is ruthless in battle, and shows no mercy, no matter the cat. Kit, leader, apprentice, pregant queen, none are different in his mind, unless they're allies.
Flamefur always keeps his word, no exceptions. He sometimes tells half-truths however, and any cat trying to get him to promise something must be very specific, otherwise he will find a loophole and break the promise, while still, in his mind, keeping it. Anyone who knows him well knows to ignore most of what he says, and watch his body movements. His right eye always slants a little when he's telling a half-"truth", and his left eye always looks a little more vicious when he can't find a loophole in something. His tail also shows his feelings, by twitching the "tip" when he's angry or nervous.
All his body-movements mean something, but not even his mother knew what they all meant. He speaks very well and if a cat listens to him talk long enough believes anything he says, because his mouth drips honey and well-concealed lies when he talks.
History: Flamefur was born to kittypets a long ways away, but was chased away by the owners after he killed his pregnant mother. He killed his father for good measure in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, which was witnessed by his brother, the runt of the litter. He killed his brother, and ran. He ran over the mountains and joined the tribes when he was fully grown and about 15 moons old. He tricked them into trusting him, then killed several cats before being kicked out. He loved to kill, the thrill of battle, the screams of his victims and their pleas for mercy.
He continued on, and ran into the clans. He liked the clans much more, liking the chaos he could ensue by getting the scent of one clan and crossing the borders and other such things, like killing. One day, he lured a kit out of one of the clans, at the time he knew not which, and killed it with deathberries. He left it by a fox-hole and it was discovered there later. He grew up in this life as a rogue, killing occasionally but mostly attempting to start battles and making the clans lives miserable and hating each other. One day, he stumbled upon the RogueBand and listened to a pair talk about an attack to the clans. Flamefur showed himself and asked to talk to their leader. Tigerlily let him join the RogueBand on one condition- obey everything she said. Flamefur agreed, thinking he could find a loophole in that simple command if need be.
Photo (Optional): None