Post by everscale on Mar 31, 2013 13:26:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Fogheart[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]thunder[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]medicine cat[/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]A sleek tom with dappled gray fur and pensive green eyes. He has never seen through his right eye. Link[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Fogheart can be difficult to get a handle on. He is not a simple cat, and certainly does not seem the type to spend his life helping other cats. He is arrogant and sassy, with a barbed tongue and a pair of eyes so sharp that a glare hurts like claws. He is unafraid to taunt the cats around him, and unafraid to speak his mind where he feels it needs to be spoken. Fogheart does not shroud himself in mystery. His opinions are very clear, and often very cruel, but very, very honest. This does not make him a cruel cat, necessarily. His teasing can be playful, too, even flirtatious. He knows how to turn on the charm when he needs it. Fogheart achieved his name through seduction and deception. He is a master at getting his way, a menace to any cat who defies his will. Being half blind made it necessary for him to learn how to get his way without using brute force, and he learned very well. These skills Fogheart has achieved are used tirelessly in the service of his Clan. Smooth-talking his way out of tense situations and into good ones has saved Fogheart's pelt many times before, and the pelts of many of his friends. He is far more loyal to his Clan than any cat could predict, when met with the sarcastic shield he puts up to the world. [/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Fogheart was born blind in his right eye. From kithood, it was clear he would never be as strong a warrior as his siblings. He did his best, but Fogheart simply never measured up in strength and balance against his sister Mintkit and his brothers Foxkit and Berrykit. He was always being bowled over in playfights, always being pushed around. At least, for the first couple of moons of his life. There came a time, however, when something changed in Fogkit. Smooth and cunning from the start, Fogkit began to talk his way into things. He convinced his brother Berrykit to give Fogkit his share of fresh-kill. He convinced Mintkit to go and bother the elders for him. At first, Fogkit made only trouble with his snippy tongue, but as he grew older, into his apprenticeship, the Clan was able to refocus his talent for convincing cats. Still held back by his sightless eye in combat, Fogheart has become a sort of diplomat for ThunderClan. He is daring and intelligent and capable of being insulted without rising to the challenge, just as he is capable of getting a rise out of another cat. So long as his sarcasm can be kept at least a little bit under control, Fogheart is a very useful tool.[/classy] |
| [atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]Pebblepaw seemed to droop slightly at the mention of his mentor. But only slightly. In Pebblepaw's case, his drooping came more as a halt to the bouncing. He still looked immeasurably happy and eager to talk to Toadthroat, even if he was not bouncing up and down in his place. "None," Pebblepaw answered. He flicked his ears slightly. "I want to but... I figured I should try and practice in the meantime. That way I can be big and strong for my first lesson and it won't take me as long to get my warrior name!" Pebblepaw's tail shot up again and he gave a little hop. To the kit-sized apprentice, the logic was perfect. He could only get stronger if he kept trying, right? And sometime he would get it right, and then his mentor would not have to teach him that thing he had gotten right, and he would be one step closer to proving himself as a warrior of RiverClan. "You know, you're a really good swimmer! I bet someday I'll be as big and strong as you and then I'll be able to go forwards in the water and everything!" Pebblepaw seemed to flood from one topic of conversation to the next without ever pausing for the breath. Now, he stepped forward and pressed his tiny nose to Toadthroat's sopping wet shoulder. "Thank you for saving me!"[/classy] |
