fennelfrost, riverclan

[mariko]

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[atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]river[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]twenty four moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]bisexual, leans toward males[/classy]	[atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]a black and white tom - click[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]grounded , the tom is anything but a dreamer. his paws are firmly on the ground. his mind, although complex, is situated on things he can see or things himself or others can prove. for example, even though starclan is not something most felines have a chance to see, he believes in them because of the evidence others have possessed on the matter. the medicine felines and the leaders who have seen them or have been granted nine lives, it makes sense to him. what perplexes the tom is that he cannot fathom it or the power the universe welds. the matter of invisible forces at work, strings of hidden power, and the like fascinates the tom. he would like to gather more evidence and be able to trace the power of starclan, where it originates and where it comes from, things of that sort. however, the tom is not an airheaded fru-fru. he does not have outlandish dreams or invest in those that do. his mind is scientific, logical. everything can be explained or tested, and that’s how he lives his life. sensitive , although he may not look like the sensitive type, fennel is extremely sensitive. when he is hurt, he carries it around—harbors it deep inside his heart. he never forgets when someone hurts him but he may forgive them, depending on the circumstance. most of the time when he is hurt he detaches himself emotionally from whomever is hurting him. he is not one to speak up about it unless he is prodded and it is an extreme circumstance, most likely he will blow up. he is also a notorious grudge holder. fennel may forgive, but he never forgets. because he holds grudges it fuels the hurt inside of him that he tries to stuff away. it also creates a pit of anger that will continue to grow unless he learns true acceptance. all of this combined makes him a very controlled tom, he prefers to be able to have control in any given situation and feels powerless if the ball isn’t always in his court. reserved , at one time the tom used to be quite friendly and was a social butterfly. however, it is no longer the case with him. he prefers to be alone or with a very few select friends that he can talk with and lean on, speak to for guidance. this does not mean that he is a mean tom, he just prefers to keep his space from others—a polite distance, if you will. [/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]birth , his mother and father were mated at a young age. the pair grew up together and their mothers were very good friends. it was easy to assume that fawndapple (his mother) and kestreltalon (his father) would eventually form something deeper than friendship. all of riverclan could see it coming and while they were just apprentices, they devoted their lives to one another. some of their peers thought they were ridiculous while others looked on with jealousy. for them, it was natural to be together—it was easy, like breathing. fawndapple and kestreltalon waited until they were made full fledged warriors before they started a family. fennel was a part of the first litter and was also the first born. following him was, black-kit, poppykit, and basilkit. youth , as a kitten he was very playful and loved to wrestle with his siblings. he was often scolded for being too rough and was punished quite a bit. this, however, never fazed the tom. he was still as rambunctious as ever, full of life and energy. fennel liked to be around his friends and family, always immersing himself with other felines. then he started to get older. he learned that not everyone was going to be his friend. those he thought were his friends turned on him or whispered behind his back. they would divulge backhanded compliments to him and eventually, fennel slunk into a bit of a depression. he decided to distance himself from others and only keep those that matter the most to him, close. the present , fennel is currently a warrior of riverclan and does not have an apprentice. [/classy]
[atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]( taken from an older role play, in first person but i will be posting in third on this site ) "I look good in suits," I said to myself, halfway tempted to pop the collar as I strolled through the learning halls It was deep blue, crisp and freshly cleaned, one of the perks of actually having a job. Why they'd given it to me, I had no idea. I did a lot of sweet talking at the interview, sure, but I figured my background of dead-end bartender gigs would have turned them off a little. What were the chances that I end up here? Either way, they didn't ask me to cut my glorious mane of hair and I didn't intend to. I didn't know much about magic, to be honest, just enough to qualify me. But I was a quick learner. I'd pick it up with the rest of the students. Otherwise, I'd just have to organize and authoritate and other fancy words like that. Shouldn't be a problem. I managed to convince an entire crew of pirates once that I was their captain when I stole it from the real drunk bastard. But he deserved it for the way he was treating that woman. "How best to start off a career as headmaster?" I asked myself. "Right, right, introductions. Oh, but what if they're intimidated by me? Position of power and arresting appearance can do that to an impressionable young mind. What to do, what to do." A man walked by then, one of the cleaning staff, and gave me an odd look. "Just talking to myself, sorry. Carry on," I told him. He just nodded slowly, and backed toward the hallway he'd just emerged from. "Where was I? Right. I need a way to break the ice." I thought about pranking the students to ease the tensions. Maybe finding a couple of pigs, greasing them up, and releasing them during class. I'd number them 1, 2, and 4, so that even if they managed to catch the slippery beasts they'd go crazy looking for 3. But I didn't want to start my first day with something that would get me fired. So I went with a more logical approach. A notice from the headmaster. Those are pretty common, right? So I found a pen and parchment, and started scribbling out my message. Dear impressionable young minds and brilliant professors of Tara, I am your Headmaster, Aaron Mooreson. You may call me Mr. Mooreson, Headmaster, or Your Highness (although I am not, in fact, High in any way shape or form). As you all know, I am new here, and have yet to meet most of you. I will be in and around the University grounds for all of today, so feel free to come talk to me. Introduce yourself, tell me about your studies. I'd love to hear from you. Sincerely, Your Headmaster.[/classy]

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