Post by Æothem on Jul 25, 2013 19:09:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Tangle[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]None[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]xxx[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]27 Moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]Male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]Heterosexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]A fair-framed tom with a two toned pelt of earthen brown and a lighter, sandier underbelly. Accents of darker shades can be found on the tip of Tangle's tail, ears, with black ear tufts on the inside. Fur is rather messy. Le High Quality Concept[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]For lack of better words, Tangle is as upbeat as the definition states. Whether this is due to an outgoing and optimistic personality, or just from a reservoir of energy due to a prolonged luxury of free time when the tom was at a more impressionable age, it's not quite known. Whatever the case may be, the young male always seemed to have an air of positivity and what could be an innocent friendliness about him. For the ones Tangle knew, the airy and energetic demeanor posed to be rather beneficial with the relationships. Beyond the carefree personality, Tangle is still able to show a level of virtue appropriate to him. One could say that he matured rather well for his age -- Ground to the realities and experiences of being a "loner," (And his own personal events) as Tangle often heard others call him, the tom is aware of the fact that at the very least, he has himself, and that all he has guaranteed to his name is his attitude and word. Arguably, this would make the tom a realist, as he is aware of how things can be -- and often are -- beyond himself. (This is very open to refining later on. What I have only serves as a basic background.)[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Introduction Tangle is a recent soul in the forest of the Clans, not one birthed from the forest or from the nearby Twoleg nests; but rather farther away than even the most distant landmarks a clan cat could recite off-hand. The lone and energetic offspring to two cats, Tangle was raised in the spacious wood of what a Twoleg would consider the outskirts of a suburban neighborhood. If one could compare, Tangle enjoyed a kithood and most of his adolescence in a world a Clanner would find only vaguely familiar to their own. Youth Ever since he was a kit, Tangle had always been energetic and overall adventurous. Naturally this caused the tom's mother grief and worry (Not so much his father, who always tried to find a way to praise the young tom for his inquisitive disposition), and the male often found himself under some form of chastisement for his actions. Tangle's mother had often said that stray dogs and “Tall Ones” (Their label for a Twoleg at the time) would often come by the edge of the woods, and that is was quite dangerous when it had gotten warmer, when the Tall Ones would take their dogs through the woods. There was truth to what his mother had told him, but Tangle had often dismissed it as a bit of an over-exaggeration in an attempt to calm him down. His antics never caused harm to another cat or creature, whether it had been in the woods or behind a Tall One's wall, so what was there to worry about? Sure, some other cats found Tangle's adventures and imagination a little aggressive or overbearing, but the tom had no intention to start a conflict. As the moons drew on though, the young tom's father had decided to try and help release his son's energy (Mostly in part of his mate's complaining and worry) by showing him various things – How to hunt for small prey and how to navigate parts of the woods; small things that were crucial for Tangle to know, but also as a way to keep him distracted. Adolescence Tangle's father had did a very good job in helping the tom grow and learn, making lessons and scuffles into a game whenever his child had lost interest; but alas, instead of trying to reign in Tangle's adventurous attitude, the games only did to broaden it. But this had soon changed, and it wasn't with a fortunate event. One evening when the small family had settled down, Tangle slipped away from view to go explore and to see how he could use some of his lessons in the last moments of light. Exploration was rather uneventful, with Tangle finding himself with a lack of prey to catch thanks to his inexperience in the night, and with nothing new to find. After a night of what Tangle would call boring events, the young tom decided to try and sneak back to his nest. He didn't make it too far, when a weight crashed into him, sending the cat sprawling onto the ground. A rather unpleasant scent was all it took for the tom to spring back onto his feet and bolt – one of the Tall One's dogs had gotten loose earlier in the day, and also had the same mindset as Tangle. But instead of the cat finding something, it was the other way around. Last the young tom knew, he was clinging to a branch high in one of the trees with a barking canine below him, with the branch shaking a bit from the creature's pushes against the trunk and Tangle's own shivers. Time seemed to go by dreadfully slow, and Tangle swore moons had passed before the dog had finally lost interest in him and trotted off towards the Tall One's nests. When he was sure that he was in the clear, Tangle had decided to go back to his own nest – Only to find his own parents, ready to yell at him in both anger and fear. Adulthood Ever since the incident, Tangle's energetic spirit had toned down. Sure, the tom was always ready to go off and explore with some of the other cats of his age whenever he could find them, but his carefree attitude had long since died, replaced by a calmer, more thoughtful disposition. As time passed, a rather harsh leaf-bare proved hard for the tom and other cats in the forest; some even lethal. When the season gave way for a fresh newleaf, it was revealed that Tangle's mother had developed an illness; which over time slowly grew to be terminal, despite him and his father's best efforts. Death came peacefully to the she-cat, but left a hard imprint on her child, who certainly wasn't accustomed to death in such a way. The loss of his mother wasn't held too heavily on the tom; but it had left without a sense of direction. After the passing of a few more moons, Tangle had merely decided that staying home wasn't the best thing for him. In his eyes, he didn't want to live where one of his parents had died, and where he himself nearly lost his pelt. But most of all; the tom certainly didn't want to spend his life confined in one set of woods. With a long discussion with his father, who had initially refused such an idea, Tangle had made the decision to begin travelling. With a farewell both his father, his mother's resting place and of course the friends he had, the spirited tom set off from his home in a journey he himself wasn't sure was going to take him, but was certain that there was going to be a lot for him to discover... --End of Backstory--[/classy] |
| [atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample] “If anyone asked me how I liked it in this forest, I'm not quite sure what I would have to say...” A decently sized tom was treading between the trees that line the edge of what he was told marked Thunderclan territory. “Of course, to have someone ask me such a question would be humorous; I don't recall having made close enough friends in the time I've been here.” As the earthen brown tom weaved between a couple of fallen branches and out of the trees, he gave a soft purr that rumbled in this throat. Sitting down, Tangle tilted his head up just slightly to watch the rays of sunlight filter between the leaves above him – alexandrite-green colored eyes shining softly in a sense of energy and content. It was an unusually cool day for it to be in the middle of greenleaf. A gentle breeze was ceaselessly riding through the leaves of the trees in the large forest, the green flora rustling ever so softly as they clung to the branches they belonged to. The sun was shining brightly, filtered wonderfully between the tree leaves to paint a brilliant display along the ground and flowers that had successfully pushed up the dirt around them. With the sound of small birds and other fauna hovering above the breeze, there wasn't a cat around to argue against the notion that the day was quite the perfect one for a greenleaf. “At least, there shouldn't be dissent... With how hot it's been recently, I'm sure some of these 'Clanners' would have killed to enjoy a moon of this.” There was a brief pause. “Proverbially speaking.” The young tom kept still as he spoke quietly to himself. But this stillness was soon broken when a small flutter-by came into his view. Instinctively, Tangle shifted his attention straight onto the colors of the insect's wings, raising a paw to bat at it when it came within reach. “Hah... I was always told this was a kit's form of entertainment... I never saw anything wrong with it, though. If it keeps a cat satisfied, there shouldn't be any problem with it. Well... It always led me into trouble. But to be fair, I never really had much responsibility from the beginning.” Hopping up onto his paws, Tangle found himself trotting after the same flutter-by that had caught his intention, leaping up at it in vain attempts to catch or swat at the insect. After a couple of long moments of the playful chase, the feline gave up his 'quarry' and began to trot through the trees once more, turning away from the strong and still very foreign scent that marked one of the borders of the clans. “Well... I guess I would have something to say, but the question is: What is it exactly? Sure, I have a lot to talk about here, but I'm not sure I would be able to give another cat an answer. And even if a cat had given that much of their own tail to question me, I'm sure they'd be more interested in where I came from. Not that there's anything wrong with that...” As Tangle let his voice trail off and his mind wander off a bit more, he allowed his paws to take control, Making silent notes of the small things surrounding him. Over the strong scents of borders, the tom could smell a peculiar scent coming from plants near him. He wasn't very aware of what they were, but Tangle did have the memory of coming across plants that held similar scents. Despite the bitter (At least to him) overtone, he had always found them to be... Fresher than even a new patch of grass; as if the plant did more than give off a prominent scent. Of course, upon inspection of the bundle of yellow flowers he had scented, there was the undertone of 'Clanner.' “Well, no point in grabbing this. Looks like someone else laid claim to it. Besides, what would I even do with these flowers? They'd make my nest look and smell a bit nicer at best.” In the back of his mind, Tangle knew that he was once again off on a thought-riddled exploration. Ever since coming to these new forests, the earthen-brown feline had always felt a need to just think over things. In retrospect, coining it as 'thinking' would be rather silly, the word 'rambling' being a better term. Of course, Tangle had always managed to circle back and complete his initial thoughts, but the problem of falling from topic was quite persistent in his own head. With another purr, the tom looked head, noticing a rather large puddle underneath the shade of a thick bramble bush. “Interesting enough? I only act like this when I'm alone. I'm rather straight-forward with others unless I have a reason not to.” A pause. “I'm one weird cat when left alone.” The thought was met with yet another amused purr. Padding up to the natural dip filled with the clear liquid, the feline set himself down on his haunches and glanced about for a brief moment, before giving the personal clearance to gaze into the puddle. From the slightly murky reflection underneath him, the tom was able to see his reflection rather clearly. With ears twitching a bit in response to the various sounds around him, Tangle allowed himself a study of his own being. A lighter, more sandier color outlined the tom's underbelly and his chin; with specks of darker brown highlighting the loner's ears and tail, all topped off with black tufts. The lack of scars – even faint ones was always quite a surprise to himself, considering how often he found himself nosing about. But, as he watched his reflection, the tom remembered his initial pondering. “Well, if I was asked about how I liked it here in this forest... I guess I could only really explain it one way. A lot of things here reminds me of my old home. The woods far away from here; the safety that had a hand in my lifestyle with my friends and family. But here? It's lonelier. It's more dangerous. So many things; so many decisions... One error could make a really drastic mistake, which certainly isn't fun when you realize that there's four different 'clans' that rival each other in some way. When you think about all of that? You realize that well... All you have is your word and who is by your side, with the latter being wishful thinking for a loner like myself. It's unpredictable out here in this forest. It's filled with the hungry maws of... Everything, one might say.” “And I wouldn't give it up for anything.”[/classy] |
Editor's Note: The sample been written with the intention of being a third person monologue, since it has been considered that such an approach would be best for this particular character. As well as this; the monologue (And the rest of the bio) has been written just a couple of days after the author had broken from his block. Compared to most of his other works, this sample is rather inferior, but there is a clear intention of commitment in it. Please keep this in mind, and please bear with any mistakes that come up.
