Post by Cloven on May 23, 2013 1:40:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Brackenpelt[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]Wind[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]Deputy[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]35 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]Male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]Straight[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]A brown and tan tabby with dull yellow eyes. Clicky[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom] While he can be a bit of a tom-cat, or moused brained, for the most part, he is just acting. He has a knack for being a flirt, but he doesn't really think anyone takes him seriously. He just likes seeing the she-cats react. He loves making cats smile and just helping out where he can. He can be both wise and a wiseass, and sometimes even offers advice that might really help- other times it's just jokes for the heck of it... He doesn't have many secrets, and when it comes to his feelings, he'd rather not talk about them unless he really trusts the other cat. He doesn't like dreaming, either when he's asleep or awake. He tends to get in over his head with some stuff. Taking on much more than he'd ever be able to do alone. Most the time he finds away to get it all done. He doesn't often like to ask for help, but he knows when he needs it- he may still not ask, but he knows. Other than being a complete dork and rather clumsy at times, he's one true weakness is a sad history. More over so if it includes death. He just can't stand to see another cat sad or down because of the past- and more often than not he will make a fool out of himself trying to make them feel better, even when he knows it's no use. He often times bites before he barks, or in this case, meows. He doesn't always, but when it comes to other clans, he figures they are always lying. Over the moons he has relaxed about it, not so quick to leap, but he still doesn't trust the other clans any more than he would a rotting piece of prey. [/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom] Brackenpelt was born during a storm. His mother hated storms, they scared the fur right off of her, so it lead to a troubled kitting, which lead to her death. He was told later that it was going to be hard for her anyway, because of her size. She birthed two kits, Bracken being the first born, then his sister, who didn't make it. Because he was the only thing his father had left, his father pushed him to be the best he could. Though, that didn't stop Bracken from slacking off and doing as most young cats do. He became an apprentice at six moons, and completed his training simply, without any special talents or anything to note on when he was giving his name. He didn't mind it though, everyone knew he was a great warrior. His father was a little disappointed that he didn't have his mothers knack for hunting, but soon put that aside. They became quite the pair, father and son. Brackenpelt's favorite memories are most likely those spent with his apprentices- he was thankful that he had been able to train three great cats. And, of course, being picked as deputy. While it hadn't been a complete surprise, it had shocked him none-the-less. He has sworn to do all he can for his Clan, and is forever grateful to the life he has been given. [/classy] |
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