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[jacoby]

.Basic Information.
Name: Jacoby [juh-co-bee]
Gender: Tom
Age: Thirty-four straight moons of life
Clan: Rogue
Rank: n/a

.Details.
Personality: easily angered and short-tempered, quick to react, and never off his guard. Jacoby is sure to be the one to fear when alone with him and a badger.

Brokenstar/tail. Tigerstar. Hawkfrost. Scourge. You know what they have in common? Take over the forest. Get revenge. Clear out the kittypets, yadeyadeya.

It's all the same thing with these evil doers. But with Jacoby and his scars, it's no joke. The first Clan he's after is his old one. He's willing to do all he can to swipe out the clans that betrayed him.

Jacoby is a solitary cat. He strays off where other cats don't go. If Jacoby had a mate, which would be least likely, his mate would have to do his every command when he says it. She has to be non-clan and loyal to him only.

He hates happy la-la fairy tales. He'll crush them without mercy. And like Brokenstar, he won't mind killing kits. Ya, he's just that evil. If Jacoby is just padding along and crosses with some loner, he'll say move aside or die. And if they don't, he'll kill them.

Jacoby is an enforcer. He'll force something on someone if they refuse. And when he makes a threat, it a solid promise. So, if Jacoby threatens that he'll kill someone if you don't do something and you decline, he'll kill that someone.

Description: his amber eyes blaze like fiery suns though his personality is not half as warming. Jacoby has stripes ripping down his back, black as midnight over his russet-brown fur. He is an average-sized tom, young yet tough. His fur is relatively short, likewise his whiskers.

His right ear has a nick in it from a battle against a clannie. White tints his muzzle and the tip of his tail, making it look as if he had trekked through a valley of snow. Ever-suspicious, Jacoby is often known for his large amber eyes, large as an owls'. scars lacing up his muzzle, slightly distorting the white, are a familiar sight and is little minded by his fellow rogues.

With a long, thin and sleek tail, Jacoby leaps around the loner's land, spying or eaves dropping; his vivid stripes ripping down his tail. Though possessing many scars from battles past, Jacoby is an attractive tom.

Picture: n/a

History: curious about which Clan he was in? ShadowClan. Actually, he was the brother of Charredclaw. And y'all know Charredclaw was [most likely] a big ol' meanie. Well, so is Jacoby. But, before Charredclaw was killed, Jacoby was banished. Here's why:

As an apprentice, of course he dreamed of being leader of the Clan. But he dreamed of more, of the whole forest. At that young of age? You can guess that he was pretty evil then as an apprentice. Cloakedpaw trained harder than any other apprentice in ShadowClan. But, he got his name by how his ceremony went. For some StarClan's knows reason, the leader held the ceremony at night. Right when Cloakedpaw went up, the moon turned dark, hidden behind the clouds. So thats how he earned his name. Cloakedmoon.

Now, Cloakedmoon was a very respected cat in his Clan, and could have ended up being leader. But, when a young apprentice from a different Clan came across the border by accident, Cloakedmoon killed without warning. And that same day, he attacked his very own leader and took a life. So, it was final. He was banished.

Cloakedmoon had been outraged, banished?! How could he be banished for killing the idiot cat?! I was the apprentice's fault! He shouldn't have crossed the border!

But no, Phoenixstar banished him anyways.

He left angrily, immediately changing his name to Jacoby as soon as he was far from the clans. He didn't want any trace of the clans on him. So, he rolled around in mud and formed his own distinguished scent. The smell of blood and rain.

Jacoby soon became a feared cat, the rogues knew that scent even if they've never smelled it before. They've heard stories about Jacoby; and those stories ain't pretty, I'm telling you that now.

In Character: [this is a rp-example of one of my other characters. I did make it, so you know, because Paintedpelt is the med. cat of WindClan on Warriors, my account there is PAiNTY if you need proof.]

Paintedpelt nodded his head and started going around to cats, giving them herbs for their wounds. He approached Pearlblade and stared down at her with blank, blind eyes, "There is nothing I can do for this she-cat, she'll have to heal on her own accord," he pulled out small package of herbs and set them down beside the Pearlblade, "If anything, you could have her eat these," he said, then he turned and padded up to Firetail.

"Here," he said, pulling out Comfrey and a deep green holly-like branch that had dark purple berries on it. He plucked a few of the berries from the holly-like branch and wrapped them inside the comfrey, "I call the berries Bonebreakers. They help broken bones especially well when mixed with Comfrey," Paintedpelt said, pushing the herbs toward her, "Here's some Goldenrod too."

Paintedpelt turned to Crestedfire and passed a big ball of cobwebs toward the warrior, "Can you start wrapping your's and Firetail's wounds with this? And if there is some leftover, can you go around to other cats that I haven't treated yet and wrap their wounds? By the way, the cobwebs may seem a little wet, but that's only because I squeezed some juice from the marigold leaves on them to help soothe the wounds." Then Paintedpelt turned and walked over to Silentmoon, "Here," he said, passing Marigold and Goldenrod toward the tom, "Eat this."

The new medicine cat turned around again and bounded toward Falconkit, "Hello," he set a small stack of Thyme next to the kit, "That's Thyme, it helps calm a cat, go to every cat that seems to be out of their nerves and give about three of the little leaves to them. Tell them to chew for twenty seconds before they swallow." Paintedpelt gave a smile and walked off toward Wovenknot.

"Calm down, please," he said, putting a paw on the she-cat's shoulder, "Give it rest, it's all over now and you can't do anything about it, leave Stone alone, he's a weakling now with no smart-mouse leader." Paintedpelt turned on Stone and hissed, "Leave this place now and we will spare you your life," his eyes had gone from kind to hard, and his claws were unsheathed. He could be a threatening cat when he wanted, "Go. Now." Paintedpelt turned back to Wovenknot and started to wrap her injuries in Marigold juice-filled cobwebs. He handed her a bundle of herbs: Poppyseeds, Juniper Berries, and Goldenrod, "Eat."

.eXtRa.
Skills: n/a
Scars: On his muzzle.
Other: n/a

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Awesome bio! Accepted!