Post by reckless on Jul 4, 2013 5:10:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Lavi[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]None[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]Warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]30 Moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]Male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]Pansexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]Lavi is a surprisingly petite and furry little reddish-brown Somali cat with gold eyes who looks like THIS.[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Deak, under his new alias, Lavi, is an outgoing feline- which is far more accurate to his actual and true personality, rather than the ones he has built for all of the personas he has had before (see history) the current one. He tends to be quite mischievous and friendly with most cats he befriends, feeling the desire to protect them and be by their sides, even going as far enough to risk his own life, despite the fact he is only observing the clans for one reason- to mentally record the history of them (really, it's his downfall). Lavi isn't all mice and catmint though, for he can be just as bitter and cold as a cat who experienced an awful past. It isn't as if this feline did- he sure didn't, but everyone has a right and in his line of work, it's typical. He often has to distance himself from the felines he befriends under his personas because he knows that they could die at any moment and he would have to keep a straight face and deal with it. He's having a lot of trouble remaining distance under the personality Lavi, than Deak- who was reserved, stoic, and level-headed. He's not per se near the clans to befriend cats- that's merely part of the job on occasion to gain information, and his mentor, when he was still around, had to constantly remind him to not get too attached. Needless to say, he tries to remain a bit detached from friendships and the like, but has found himself struggling to do such. But because he is in this line of work, he has a near-photographic memory and he is actually quite intelligent, despite often seeming quite naive or sly. One mustn't forget that Lavi tends to be quite flirtatious when he spots a feline he finds beautiful, no matter what clan they are in- though he does know he must avoid drawing a feline from their clan- though the feline definitely has issues controlling such.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Lavi no longer remembers his original name, having gone through at least forty different aliases as he traveled to learn the history of other cats in specific areas. He just remembers leaving his original home, which had consisted of himself, his mother, and Panda- his mentor (though he is related to the old cat- how? He doesn't quite know). He left with his mentor as soon as he was old enough, traveling with the elder from then on, training to become the cat he is today- working on having that photographic memory, working on mentally recording events in time, clan cat cultures, battle moves, herbs, etc. (He's a far cry from a Medicine cat in that knowledge though.) Everywhere Lavi went, he always found war, battles, cats always fighting. He slowly lost faith in the feline race, immediately assuming there would always be battles, but inwardly wishing they could just stop- deeming most cats foolish in the long run. This was during his personality- Deak. After Deak, came Lavi, who was travelling with a group of rogues. After that, he separated from the group of rogues to observe the clan cats from a distance (or, as close as he can get) as a singular feline to avoid being overly suspicious. He didn't change his name or personality because he felt there would be no need to quite yet. Watching the clans has been quite interesting for the fluffy cat, though it really hasn't improved his outlook on the feline race, seeing as these cats fight and battle just as often as all of the others before- and most of them tend to try and hurt him if he comes too close to their territory. It's understandable, but also a little irritating for him because he knows he does not have ill-will towards the cats. He's only there to observe. [/classy] |
| [atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample][Of an old character- a rogue named Loki.] He figured a nice and large rabbit would be hanging around here somewhere, eating a meal of clover and grass before heading off to bed for the night. Too bad his bed time would not be coming now... or ever. The dung-minded creature's last meal, and Loki's first of many. Once he'd find the right prey at least- it needed to be a meal fit for a god. Sliding skillfully between weathered wood that had fallen from the human buildings, the mischievous feline kept both large ears perked, listening for danger, whilst his nose began to sniff out any possible meal. Paws fell silently against the dirt, feeling no remorse for anything that had belonged to the humans that surrounded him. Humans were stupid, bumbling creatures. They always had been. He didn't understand how they had the power to run things around in this vast area (how big was the human's territory, he wondered?). If it were up to him, he'd be the one running this stupid ball of prey and uselessness. Ah, well. He'd possibly fix that very soon. He was strong and he felt he had the capability to rule large amounts of animals (cats and more). If he was a bit more sane and a little less cruel- maybe even a bit more level-headed, he'd have no problem. Not that he thought himself either of those. Placing one paw in front of the other, Loki paced around the area, still scenting for his prey. He continued to move smoothly, ripe with the scent of Skyclan today (if he held his own scent, he'd be too easy to track!) without faltering, his tail hanging loosely behind him. If he wasn't alone- his tail would be up, body language that said he was the "top cat" around here. Hut he didn't want his prey to somehow see his tail- even a silhouette against the sky. But he was alone- how he seemed to prefer it, in the dark, pacing, trying to find his prey and figuring how to make his next move. He didn't like being alone, he realized as he continued his search for food. Surely he wouldn't let anyone else know that he felt that way though.. but it was something that made his chest hurt with the thought. Loki himself longed for acceptance, longed to be looked up to. Longed to be everything that he expected of himself. And he would make everyone understand that he was as incredible as he believed. Everyone would get it. They would follow him like the God he knew (thought) himself to be. They'd wonder- why didn't we believe him? Why hadn't we followed him before? Snickering gleefully at this thought, Loki glanced to the trees, stark black against the sky. His day would come. He'd be sure of it. Turning quickly, ears perking up confidently, his tail flicked suddenly to the air like a banner. He'd have to find prey later... for the scent of another predator lurked. [/classy] |
