Post by Duo~Chan on Sept 28, 2008 11:33:32 GMT -7
Name: Icestar if it's alright, If not then Icestorm
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Leader, if not then Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Picture:
Quick Description: Long and slender tom with a white coat with light bluish grey stripes.
Description: Icestar is a medium sized cat with a long slender body. Dispite his body build he has no problem moving within the forest his clan lives in. He has cool blue eyes that are often pools of nothingness. He is great as hiding his feelings. Icestar has a long striped tail accompanied by long legs.
Personality: Icestar has a cool demenor about him. He will let you know right out if something is wrong but he usually does it coldly. He doesn't get along with any of the other leaders or the clans. When he wants something done he wants it done now and right the first time. He does have a soft side to him, when it comes to the kits and sick cats of his clan. He tries to think of what is best for his clan.
History:
Icekit was born to Snowviper and Owlcry. He was born in the early new-leaf when snow still covered the ground. He had two siblings but they didn't survive past two moons. Icestar doesn't even remember them. Icekit's mother died when he was four moons old from an unexpected sickness. Owlcry wasn't much of a father to him so it was up to the rest of the queens to help him until he became an apprentice.
Icepaw became an apprentice at six moons old. His mentors name was Ravenshadow. Ravenshadow was cruel in his ways of mentoring and often put Icepaw down. There was very few ways Icepaw could impress his mentor. Soon, Icepaw gave up trying and just did the best he could do in his apprenticeship. He didn't care if Ravenshadow approved of his ways or not. Icepaw also didn't do much with the other apprentices. He was prone to doing things by himself and with little or no help.
When Icepaw was about 17 moons of age he became a warrior. His warrior name was Icestorm. Proud that he finally earned this status he did his best to keep the clan safe and away from dangers. He was a fierce fighter and had smarts about him. He would often think things through before he would act. But when the chance to think wasn't there he would act with speed and strength. His loyalty to his clan was always strong.
Icestorm continued to serve his clan as a great and powerful warrior for many moons. It wasn't until the current deputy retired of old age and joined the elders did Icestorm even begin to think about becomming deputy then leader of his clan. He had always been content with what he was to the clan but if he was chosen deputy he would be able to shoulder more responcibilities and power. He found himself hungering for the possition. When the current leader named him the next deputy Icestorm couldn't help but feel like this was the right path for him. He worked hard on getting all that needed to be done around the camp done. He was great at following orders, whether he agreed to them or not.
Icestorm continued to follow all orders and do his best to help his leader out with the clan. It wasn't until they had gone out one moonlit night and found a Badgers den. Both male and female where there with their pups. By the time they realized where they where it was too late. A vicious battle broke out and several cats where wounded. Icestorm's leader had taken such a severe wound that it drained him off the rest of his lives. Icestorm himself had been badly wounded and it took a few moons for him to fully heal. Dispite his wound he still had to take up the duties as leader. He had recieved his nine lives and his name as Icestar days after the battle. Still sore it took him and his medicine cat longer to get to and from the Moon pool. Now, moons later, Icestar spends most of his time running his clan and doing the best he can do to keep his clan safe and under control.
RP Example:
Alright, before you read this RP Example I want to put a little bit of background to it. Yoshiro Yakage is a vampire, he is in a club with a slayer named Noor Khalid and a human murder named Darcy Catherwood. With that little bit in mind it may make more sense as to what is put.
It's not my best but I think it's pretty good ^^
Codeword: -Fallen glomps password- [/size][/color]
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Leader, if not then Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Picture:
Quick Description: Long and slender tom with a white coat with light bluish grey stripes.
Description: Icestar is a medium sized cat with a long slender body. Dispite his body build he has no problem moving within the forest his clan lives in. He has cool blue eyes that are often pools of nothingness. He is great as hiding his feelings. Icestar has a long striped tail accompanied by long legs.
Personality: Icestar has a cool demenor about him. He will let you know right out if something is wrong but he usually does it coldly. He doesn't get along with any of the other leaders or the clans. When he wants something done he wants it done now and right the first time. He does have a soft side to him, when it comes to the kits and sick cats of his clan. He tries to think of what is best for his clan.
History:
Icekit
Icekit was born to Snowviper and Owlcry. He was born in the early new-leaf when snow still covered the ground. He had two siblings but they didn't survive past two moons. Icestar doesn't even remember them. Icekit's mother died when he was four moons old from an unexpected sickness. Owlcry wasn't much of a father to him so it was up to the rest of the queens to help him until he became an apprentice.
Icepaw
Icepaw became an apprentice at six moons old. His mentors name was Ravenshadow. Ravenshadow was cruel in his ways of mentoring and often put Icepaw down. There was very few ways Icepaw could impress his mentor. Soon, Icepaw gave up trying and just did the best he could do in his apprenticeship. He didn't care if Ravenshadow approved of his ways or not. Icepaw also didn't do much with the other apprentices. He was prone to doing things by himself and with little or no help.
Icestorm
When Icepaw was about 17 moons of age he became a warrior. His warrior name was Icestorm. Proud that he finally earned this status he did his best to keep the clan safe and away from dangers. He was a fierce fighter and had smarts about him. He would often think things through before he would act. But when the chance to think wasn't there he would act with speed and strength. His loyalty to his clan was always strong.
Icestorm {Deputy}[If allowed]
Icestorm continued to serve his clan as a great and powerful warrior for many moons. It wasn't until the current deputy retired of old age and joined the elders did Icestorm even begin to think about becomming deputy then leader of his clan. He had always been content with what he was to the clan but if he was chosen deputy he would be able to shoulder more responcibilities and power. He found himself hungering for the possition. When the current leader named him the next deputy Icestorm couldn't help but feel like this was the right path for him. He worked hard on getting all that needed to be done around the camp done. He was great at following orders, whether he agreed to them or not.
Icestar {If possible}
[/u]Icestorm continued to follow all orders and do his best to help his leader out with the clan. It wasn't until they had gone out one moonlit night and found a Badgers den. Both male and female where there with their pups. By the time they realized where they where it was too late. A vicious battle broke out and several cats where wounded. Icestorm's leader had taken such a severe wound that it drained him off the rest of his lives. Icestorm himself had been badly wounded and it took a few moons for him to fully heal. Dispite his wound he still had to take up the duties as leader. He had recieved his nine lives and his name as Icestar days after the battle. Still sore it took him and his medicine cat longer to get to and from the Moon pool. Now, moons later, Icestar spends most of his time running his clan and doing the best he can do to keep his clan safe and under control.
RP Example:
Alright, before you read this RP Example I want to put a little bit of background to it. Yoshiro Yakage is a vampire, he is in a club with a slayer named Noor Khalid and a human murder named Darcy Catherwood. With that little bit in mind it may make more sense as to what is put.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]Yoshiro shifted sightly. Behind him was a wall, in front of him, barely an inch away, was a slayer. It made him uncomfortable but he had managed to get out of tighter spaces before. His nerves began to singe as the blond lit another cancer stick and blew the billowing smoke in his direction. Filthy scum.... If Yoshiro had his way he'd kill the man off with one quick blast, then he would destroy this slayers dignity. Defile her slender frame in endless hours of torture and lust. By the time the night was over she would lay dead on Dominique's doorstep. He didn't know the head of the slayers too well but he did know her name for that in itself was common knowledge.
Yoshiro became vaguely aware of Noor gazing up at him. Her features where stiff, filled with distaste and hate. But Yoshiro's eyes never left Darcy as he rolled his shoulders and gave an enormous fake yawn. This guy was just trying his patience and if this display of ignorance continued then Yoshiro would just have to teach him a lesson. Finally, the blond bastard spoke. "Sorry mate, but I think I'll pass on your offer. Because, you see, unlike you-- I do believe she called you a Leech? --I've no desire for the final bite, or any bite of her for that matter."
He grinned, flashing his long fangs. "That's quite alright with me. Just means there will be more fore me to feed from." He finally turned his brown gaze down onto hers. Maroon was beginning to creep into it indicating his lust for her blood was growing. "No offense." The blond spoke again, this time speaking to Noor. A simple roll of her eyes before she vanished from the space in front of him. Her scent quickly began to fade to a more moderate sense. One where she was still there but not overpowering his poor nose.
"You never know.. You should be more aware of your surroundings..." Yoshiro's eyes watched her hips, her curves, her slender figure as she moved away. Her words directed to the stupid human. She stopped in front of him and spoke again. Yoshiro didn't quite catch it, his mind working over a plan he could put into motion shortly. But first, he would need her close to him again.... His eyes met hers once more as she turned her back to the blond and faced him. She seemed to want to keep an eye on him. For good reason he guessed.
"Seems you two have history." A simple motion with his fingers and the second burning stick shot into the urinal. "that or you make awful first impressions. You know, in all honesty, I'm curious." Yoshiro narrowed his eyes. Did this man ever shut up? "Because, if I didn't know any better, I'd say Anne Rice books had been biographies." Finally the idiot looked like he was done speaking. About **** time. Yoshiro felt he was going to snap. But the slayer seemed to go along with his ploy, wanting to inform him that what Yoshiro was was indeed real. He moved a few strands of stray hair from his face as she responded to his ignorance.
"You see Anne Rice was right. In a sense.. So, perhaps you should have paid more attention to her...huh?" She gazed over her shoulder, casting her words back at Darcy. She moved over to him, her body swaying once more to the pounding music outside their small room. A grin formed on her lips but it quickly vanished. She didn't stand as close as he had hoped but he could work with it. "So what do you say Blood sucker? We can go outside..Show this kid what the world is really like outside of his bubble?" Her words caressed him like a mother would their child. The grin played once more across her lips and it was indeed tempting. But he knew he was at the advantage in this small room.
He raised his hands up to elbow length and closed his eyes as he shrugged. He then used the small of his back to push off the wall and he brush a few hairs behind his ear. His eyes then met hers once more. "You know, as much as I would just love to allow you to torture me and make me bleed for you and only you. I have other plans." He moved quickly and suddenly with agility he didn't seem to show earlier. A loud thump could be heard over the sound of the music as he slammed her into the wall. He had both her wrists in each of his hands and held them above her head. His body was close enough so she couldn't nail him in the groin. He grinned down at her, his fangs in full view.
"I'm sick of playing games, now is time for some fun." He moved his mouth to her slender neck as she squirmed under his grasp. He tightened his grip painfully on her wrists as his tongue played along her delicious skin. He moved away and threw her forcefully at Darcy. There was no point in killing her quickly. Or both of them quickly. He turned and faced them. The fingers on both his hands moved like stiff claws as he brought them to his side. White energy began to spark to life in them and slowly grow. "Which one of you volunteers to be my first victim?" His eyes where now pure maroon and lust filled them.
It's not my best but I think it's pretty good ^^
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