Post by Stick// on Jan 20, 2008 0:13:51 GMT
.Basic Information.
Name: Jaggedscar
Gender: Tom
Age: 73 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
.Details.
Personality: Jaggedscar has a very complex personality, one that can not be fully described in words. He is angry about his past, and upset that he has to suffer much pain while many of his clan-mates have such carefree lives. He hates how his mother was insane and his father was...who knows? He wishes he was normal, but alas, he is not. Jaggedscar regrets being responsible for his mother's death, but traps any feelings of guilt and shame deep within him. Since he has little experience with building relationships, he is anti social and usually makes simple harsh remarks. But even cold remarks have wisdom, as he somewhat desires to help a young cat bound on his path and somewhat wants the Clan to experience his life just so that they could understand. He also feels strong emotion toward other events in his life that also had traumatic impacts on him, but bottles them up inside. StarClan knows if those intense feelings would ever be released. All in all, he is a solemn and mysterious cat, one that has never stopped changing.
Description: He is black. He is dark. Even his eyes are shaded with dark amber. His pelt is short, but his limbs and facial features, such as his ears, are the opposite. Jaggedscar's tail is quite long and bushy as well. Upon his face, long whiskers streak from his muzzle and patches of skin mark the top of his head due to unknown fur loss. Those amber eyes penetrate the dark fur, glimmering with guarded secrets. His nose is also black and is often moist. Though his pads, he sweats often, leaving a trail of dampened earth behind him. His body is lean and muscled, though not with the same strength as those newer warriors of the Clan. A scar splits his face in two, the very scar that thrust upon him his warrior name. It is white, breaking the fur, and follows a jagged path down the middle of his nose and muzzle, through his neck and chest, and circles up to end on his left shoulder. Jaggedscar's body, although sleek and good-looking for a senior warrior, seems to represents the mystery within him.
History: Jaggedscar's path is one unknown to the Clan, and given his personality, obviously hiding a dark and painful secret. As a kit, the only one of his litter that survived, he was named Jaggedkit for unknown reasons. What was known, however, was that his mother wasn't exactly sane. Shortly before his warrior ceremony, many long moons ago, Jaggedpaw was walking alone in the pine woods when his mother, now mentally ill, attacked him. He never had the best of relationships with his mother, yet she had been kind to him before, and he was frustrated by her ever-changing mood and sanity. Jaggedscar never knew a father either. Therefore he blamed and pitied himself for the situation he grew up in. As an honorable apprentice about to become a warrior, Jaggedpaw attempted to simply push his mother away with sheathed claws. She, however, fought was such fury that one claw hooked deep into his forehead skin and sliced the path of his present-day scar. Pain exploded in his head, and as his frustration and rage toward his mother grew, he put aside the warrior code and attacked her in blind madness. His actions left his mother slowly weakening, as she was no match for a strong apprentice and a naturally-gifted fighter. Jaggedscar left the scene alone, never looking back at his mother, who slowly died from a throat puncture wound. It is not known what happened to her body, just like the rest of the clan never found out what happened in the midst of their territory. Jaggedpaw quickly became a warrior. His future also held other unpleasant surprises in store, and each time, he plunged further into the soul of a cat who is confused, angry, and alone. All these events contribute to the life and personality he has now, one that is surely not happy.
In Character:
The fresh scent of pine drifted into his nostrils. Pine..., his mind repeated that one word, longing for the distant past. The green pine needles cracked under his pads as he weaved his way between the trees, undergrowth, and foliage that littered the forest floor. It was here that the smiles began and ended. It was here that he found happiness and sadness tied to the same package. Jaggedscar touched his muzzle to a tree trunk, and licked the sticky residue of sap. The taste was sweet, fresh, and sticky as if it had some attachement to him. Emitting a longing sigh, the black cat curled up in the shadows of the tree trunk, feeling the bark, leaf litter, and fallen pinecones dig into his fur. But Jaggedscar did not mind. Solemnly and dreamily, the dark-colored cat gingerly rested his head on his paws, his mind passing over to the land of dreams. His body blended into the shadows, and only his white jagged scar remained visible.
.eXtRa.
Skills: Fighting, Making Harsh Comments, etc
Scars: Look in Description.
Other: Anything else?
Name: Jaggedscar
Gender: Tom
Age: 73 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
.Details.
Personality: Jaggedscar has a very complex personality, one that can not be fully described in words. He is angry about his past, and upset that he has to suffer much pain while many of his clan-mates have such carefree lives. He hates how his mother was insane and his father was...who knows? He wishes he was normal, but alas, he is not. Jaggedscar regrets being responsible for his mother's death, but traps any feelings of guilt and shame deep within him. Since he has little experience with building relationships, he is anti social and usually makes simple harsh remarks. But even cold remarks have wisdom, as he somewhat desires to help a young cat bound on his path and somewhat wants the Clan to experience his life just so that they could understand. He also feels strong emotion toward other events in his life that also had traumatic impacts on him, but bottles them up inside. StarClan knows if those intense feelings would ever be released. All in all, he is a solemn and mysterious cat, one that has never stopped changing.
Description: He is black. He is dark. Even his eyes are shaded with dark amber. His pelt is short, but his limbs and facial features, such as his ears, are the opposite. Jaggedscar's tail is quite long and bushy as well. Upon his face, long whiskers streak from his muzzle and patches of skin mark the top of his head due to unknown fur loss. Those amber eyes penetrate the dark fur, glimmering with guarded secrets. His nose is also black and is often moist. Though his pads, he sweats often, leaving a trail of dampened earth behind him. His body is lean and muscled, though not with the same strength as those newer warriors of the Clan. A scar splits his face in two, the very scar that thrust upon him his warrior name. It is white, breaking the fur, and follows a jagged path down the middle of his nose and muzzle, through his neck and chest, and circles up to end on his left shoulder. Jaggedscar's body, although sleek and good-looking for a senior warrior, seems to represents the mystery within him.
History: Jaggedscar's path is one unknown to the Clan, and given his personality, obviously hiding a dark and painful secret. As a kit, the only one of his litter that survived, he was named Jaggedkit for unknown reasons. What was known, however, was that his mother wasn't exactly sane. Shortly before his warrior ceremony, many long moons ago, Jaggedpaw was walking alone in the pine woods when his mother, now mentally ill, attacked him. He never had the best of relationships with his mother, yet she had been kind to him before, and he was frustrated by her ever-changing mood and sanity. Jaggedscar never knew a father either. Therefore he blamed and pitied himself for the situation he grew up in. As an honorable apprentice about to become a warrior, Jaggedpaw attempted to simply push his mother away with sheathed claws. She, however, fought was such fury that one claw hooked deep into his forehead skin and sliced the path of his present-day scar. Pain exploded in his head, and as his frustration and rage toward his mother grew, he put aside the warrior code and attacked her in blind madness. His actions left his mother slowly weakening, as she was no match for a strong apprentice and a naturally-gifted fighter. Jaggedscar left the scene alone, never looking back at his mother, who slowly died from a throat puncture wound. It is not known what happened to her body, just like the rest of the clan never found out what happened in the midst of their territory. Jaggedpaw quickly became a warrior. His future also held other unpleasant surprises in store, and each time, he plunged further into the soul of a cat who is confused, angry, and alone. All these events contribute to the life and personality he has now, one that is surely not happy.
In Character:
The fresh scent of pine drifted into his nostrils. Pine..., his mind repeated that one word, longing for the distant past. The green pine needles cracked under his pads as he weaved his way between the trees, undergrowth, and foliage that littered the forest floor. It was here that the smiles began and ended. It was here that he found happiness and sadness tied to the same package. Jaggedscar touched his muzzle to a tree trunk, and licked the sticky residue of sap. The taste was sweet, fresh, and sticky as if it had some attachement to him. Emitting a longing sigh, the black cat curled up in the shadows of the tree trunk, feeling the bark, leaf litter, and fallen pinecones dig into his fur. But Jaggedscar did not mind. Solemnly and dreamily, the dark-colored cat gingerly rested his head on his paws, his mind passing over to the land of dreams. His body blended into the shadows, and only his white jagged scar remained visible.
.eXtRa.
Skills: Fighting, Making Harsh Comments, etc
Scars: Look in Description.
Other: Anything else?
Yep.