Post by ;; rainfall on Nov 11, 2011 11:27:59 GMT -5
names:
gender: male
age: 29 moons
clan: riverclan
rank: warrior
if you fight for nothing,
personality:
If there is anything this tom is know for, it's his rowdy and uproarious behaviour. Rainfall likes to spar and likes for his voice to be heard. Although some can argue he doesn't have anything worth saying.
The Siamese takes everything into consideration yet not yielding to it, which sometimes can be aggravating when trying to strop him from partaking in something utterly dangerous. He would, of course, defend himself, saying he" laughs in the face of danger."
In short, he's very loud, rowdy, and hard-headed. Good luck trying to reason with this one.
appearance:
The first, most attracting feature Rainfall holds is his brilliant eyes with the high contrast of his dark brown face. They shine like a flooded river in the high sun. These are what has given him his name, but he, of course, has other features.
His fur is medium length, sometimes weighing him down in the water. Due to this he has devolved a very toned muscular structure (although all his fighting helped that along, as well). His breed gives him large paws, all the more to use to his advantage.
Those paws hold ivory daggers of claws, which look exaggerated when unsheathed from the dark brown colour of all four of his feet. This colour is replicated on his ears and end of his tail (as well as the mask on his fas, previously mentioned).
you'll die for nothing,
history:
Rainfall is not a true RiverClan cat, as it is well known. When he was a kit, a starving loner she-cat stumbled, begging for mercy and food. The cats were hostile to give this beggar anything, as she had no allegiance nor acquaintances to vouch for her.
After they would not give her anything, she offered they at least take one of her sons for food. The Clan cats weren't sure how to respond to the offer, but it didn't quite matter. Soon enough she passed, still waiting outside the RiverClan camp, curled around her 5 moon old kit.
The Clan cats took mercy on this kit, since he was hardly even an apprentice to their standards. From then he was taken into the Clan and raised like one of them. Some of the cats seem a little hostile towards his tainted blood, but he goes on as if he doesn't care or notice.
sample rp:
Tobias simply laughed lighthearted as she denied being a princess or captive. When she turned away to change, he pushed himself up along the door and back on his feet. "I'd be foolish to raise a hand to ye," He mused. He wandered around, kicking over the some of the damaged mess the place had become. Brown eyes would give a glance in Sono's direction every now and then to take in subtle glances of opportunity. When she told him not to look, he remained silent. She could tell dear old captain all she wanted. Once the pirate got the bed, he disdainfully looked over the wreckage of what Honii and Sono had created themselves. He saw his torn shirt and picked it up from the ground. Obviously these were talon tears. Actually, it could have been claws that dealt this damage. But Tobias wasn't that optimistic. Unless Sono had put on a nice, fierce strip show for the captain.
He pondered on that thought for a moment, before wandering from the bed, shirt still in hand, eyes traveling back to Sono, dressed well now. She looked much like a pirate now, at least a foreign one, he hair and fur giving her away. Something they had in common. "Ye wear it almos' good as I do," He tried to compliment, but the tone got mixed with his internal thoughts of a sort of loathing he felt towards the captain he knew so well. He looked back to the shirt, "Shame 'bout this though. 'Rather favored it." The words were dead, almost with hateful sorrow, and a strange sense of carelessness, hinting he didn't really favor the shirt, yet disliked its demise.
He had stopped, once more (and tactfully) at the door. Well he knew it was the only thing that kept Sono from returning to Honii again. Or perhaps he wasn't just reading her messages right and she wanted to stay. But that was more wishful thinking. "Nice with the King thin'," Again, it came out cold, as if he didn't really care for it at all. Absently, he had pulled the torn poet shirt into a twisted rope-like shape. He was not at the wheel and they'd just left port. Navigation was needed at the moment. The only other one who could do that, other than himself, was Honii. So he had some time. Yet none to spare.
"It's been a long day, don' ye think, Sonophax?" There was something of almost a threatening demeanor in his voice as he stretched out the ripped fabric rope. "Ye should prolly get some rest."
characters: rainfall (8
c-box name: shel! c:
note: i hope you dont mind me getting straight to the point on the details. i dont really like beating around the bush or putting in fluff. (:
