Post by T.h.e. P u r p l e |F|r|E|a|K| on Aug 26, 2008 0:59:33 GMT -5
Name:
Complexity
Age:
30 moons
Desired Clan:
None
Rank:
Rouge
Gender:
Tom
Pelt:
Complexity has a platinum colored pelt, with black flecks. His ears, muzzle, paws and tail are dark brown. He is well muscled and incredibly handsome. His paws are average sized but powerful, and when they hit you it feels like a cricket-bat to your head. His ears are in perfect shape and the only problem with them is a huge scar running down his face and over his right eye. The fur around the scar is pinkish gray and clean, just like the rest of his pelt.
Eyes:
Complexity's eyes are amber-ish gold and clear. They are round and clean (as always)
Personality:
Complexity is a hardy, flirty tom with a taste for the she-cats. In his past he was a complete loser and all the ladies hated him, but after getting some advice from his home bros he was on top. He copes well under pressure, and has committed many crimes and murders. When confronted by others he fights them to the death; unless it's a pretty femme who lost her way.
History:
Complexity was born into the forest with anger in his eyes. He had only one sibling, who died after one minute of birth. Tangle and Bracken (His father and mother) were distraught. From the age of three weeks, he was public enemy number 1, and by a month, nobody loved him. He was always considered different, and sometimes called ugly by his fellow rouges. That was when he committed his first murder.
I was hot. So hot you could fry an egg on the footpath in mere seconds. I stumbled though the bushes, looking for some form of shelter to sleep out the heat in. As I crashed into a clearing, I noticed a strange cat following me. His eyes were covered by a black flap of fur, and he looked like death himslef.
"Get out of my territory." he muttered, nostrils flaring. As I opened my mouth to compromise, he pounced. Swiftly, I dodged his attack and forced him to the ground. With fear in my dark amber eyes I slit his throat, and left him to die.
After that he couldn't stop. When somebody bumped him, he killed them straight away. If they even dared to look at him, he would destroy their family, and leave them to mourn. But don't think the ladies hated him for that. Recently he had got his good-looks, and now the ladies were all over him. At the age of one year old he had left fifteen girls bawling and found one life-mate, who left after she found out she was pregnant. Yet Complexity still loved her. When he was two and a half years old he found a kit, weeping for it's dead mother, who's body lay mangled and destroyed. Her leg had a huge cut in it, probably from a fox trap. Her pinkish purple eyes seemed vaguely familiar. Then he realized it was her. For two days and two nights he cryed for her, but still no life came back into her. With a deep sigh he had carried his daughter away.
After seeing Birch's mangled body on the forest floor, I took to liking the kit. Son I remembered I hadn't named her. One look at her pretty face and I was sure I had it. Beauty.
Six moons later his young kit was a bouncy apprentice aged young femme. Knowing that having a kit around might destroy his chances with the ladies, he leaves her in the bushes when he wants some action (ewww...). Recently he has taken to clan females.
Role Play Example:
do I have to?
