Post by wolfeh on Jun 20, 2010 21:00:21 GMT -5
Name:Jetstripe
Age: 34 moons
Clan:Shadowclan
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Male
Appearence: Large, well muscled orange tabby. He has a startling feature; his tabby stripes are jet black. He has striking yellow eyes. He is very intimidating to young cats
Personality: Jetstripe is anything but nice and outgoing. He is about as far down hill as possible. He is thirsty for blood as well as power. He loves to be ruthless and battles alot, never missing one border scuffle and always assuring a win. If a kit were dying and in need, Jet wouldn't even bother looking at it, let alone tell anyone it needed medical attention. He can be very cold and not feel bad about it. He has no room for softness and if he had a mate he wouldn't treat her like she was very special. She would be a normal clanmate to him.
He has killed more than once in his life and each time, it feels better and better. Blood on his claws makes him feel enpowered. Jet hides his bloodthirsty personality from other clans. To them, he is a very brave and powerful warrior that should be feared. Many apprentices and young warriors envy his muscles and skills. He lets it all go to his head and soaks up every compliment. In battle, his strategy is to make as much damage as possible. He doesn't really worry about defense, his larger body always takes care of that. An overall sum is that he is ruthless, stubborn, ambitious, and selfish.
Fears;
- Water
- Drowning
- Fire
- Starclan
- Bloodclan
Likes;
- Blood
- Fighting
- Regret
- Winning
- ...an occasional kill
Personal Quote: Just shut up, I really don't care
History Jetstripe never knew family love, or love at all. He grew around harsh conditions where battle was how you survived. He watched cats die around him, living in the harsh twoleg city. He hardly escaped the wrath of a particularly gruesome cat he believed to be named Scourge. The tiny black cat would kill any intruder whom he found.
This was a very bad influence on Jetstripe. It gave him a blood-thirsty side. Jetstripe fled the city after he battled scourge; his way of winning power. He knew it hadn't solved anything, but Jetstripe cared not. He did this just to battle, a good battle.
After his flight from the alley-cats, Jetstripe stumbled apon a clan that fought to stay alive. He decided to settle down and stop running. He grew close to his clan and to this day he protects his clan like a mother and her kits.
Mother:Ice
Father:Coal
Siblings:Wolf
Mentor: Who trained your cat?
Other: Meh, he is thinkning about a mate
Role Play Example;
The orange tom's pelt lit up bright under the moonlight. Though, his figure was deformed because his black stripes blended so well with the darkness. His eyes lit up the path in front of him. The forest was silent, all the birds were asleep in their nests and the mice were running back and forth, trying not to get caught by the deathly sharp talons chasing after them. How peaceful, he thought, as he heard a tiny squeak of a mouse failing to outrun the owl. He loved nighttime, when he could think to himself without cats disturbing him and annoying him. Asking him for advice, asking him to hunt, asking him this, asking him that. It made him so frustrated. But now it was quiet. The perfect time to hunt...in ThunderClan territory