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Post by siren on Jul 19, 2012 18:09:28 GMT -5
 NAME// Falconclaw
AGE// 29 [2 Years & 5 Moons]
GENDER// Tom
CLAN// TempestClan
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A lanky, light brown tabby tom with a narrow head and pale green eyes.
DESCRIPTION// Falconclaw is a long-legged, somewhat awkwardly-built tom with a long, thin tail. His fur is dark brown, but the tips come together to make a light tabby pattern. He has a copper tinted nose and copper patches behind both ears, and large, pale green eyes that stand out of his rather narrow head.
PERSONALITY// What better way to begin this with, he's a pissy little beauty queen. He's a boy, sure, but an extreme jerk and high-maintenance fellow. Around Clanmates, the world revolves around him and he should be treated a little more fairly than others, almost so fair that it's unfair to others. That's quite an understatement, however. Tell him to do something he finds revolting, he'll throw a tantrum and then ask someone to groom his fur after. Anything dirty - dust, mud, unclean water, sends him into a rant that makes you think he was running from a serial killer in a horror film, or that he's a great actor. Obviously the first one wouldn't be possible, and while he is a great actor, and he over-exaggerates, he doesn't do it for attention - oh no, he does it because it's what he feels like doing. It's truly his personality.
To strangers and enemies, he usually treats them the same; aims to spit in their face, unsheathes his claws, narrows his eyes, and crouches low and prepares to pounce. Definitely not the kind of tom to pick as a messenger or representative between Clans, because to him cats of other Clans are enemies and will always be enemies, not matter how many times they prove their loyalty. Deep down, he just wants things to stay the same - he hates this travelling and these confused feelings, but plays it off with his usual stuck-up attitude, not lifting a paw - ever - to help another cat.
When faced with a duty, he scoffs and almost always takes it as a joke; they cannot really be serious, right? Asking a tom as well-bred as him to do something as horrid as catch food for other cats and prance through the mud on a patrol? Uh, no thanks. Though he will reluctantly agree, it's always a pain for whoever is attempting to get him to do the task.
Falconclaw believes he was truly made to be someone important, not just another pretty face in some unknown Clan. He would be willing to rebel and cause bloodshed to rise over all and become an almighty ruler; but he's holding back on that. Wouldn't want to break a claw.
At a glance, one would really think Falconclaw was some prissy little princess, who was possibly into toms, and that may be true. If he does like toms, however, no one knows it yet; not even himself. But aside from that, he has reasoning behind this. He was picked on as a kit for being scrawny and so long-legged and a bit ugly. Really, all he wants is to be noticed as someone not to be tossed to the side. A second glance is necessary for his self-esteem.
EXPERIENCE// He grew up in the TempestClan area, and then became a member of it with his mother. His whole life as a kit and apprentice age, however, he was picked on for unfair things, and laughed at, kicked, brutally shoved around like crowfood. He refused to let this happen - he made an image for himself. Maybe that image became being a complete jerk to the world, but at least he could stick up for himself.
OTHER// Oh, mu ha ha, why do I take such joy in making jerks like this? My posts will be better than this hoo-bla, I apologize for its lameness...forgive me, O mighty one. |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jul 19, 2012 18:21:01 GMT -5
xx accepted
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