ATTICUS :: Male :: Delirium

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NAME// Atticus
AGE// Six
GENDER// Male
CLAN// Delirium
DESIRED POSITION//
SHORT DESCRIPTION// Long-haired gray tom, with light-green eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

Eyes:
Atticus' eyes are a very light-green, and they seem to suck everyone in with either insanity, or peircing looks. Sadness never seem to be anywhere near him, although he can get a very blank look on his face when he wants it to be.

Pysical:
At a long two feet, it's balanced out by muscles bunching underneath the long fur of his. His ears appear to be longer then usual, and his tail is around a foot of that length. All in all, he's a very athletic cat.

Weapons:
Claws and teeth and brute strength, is what the tom-cat appear to have, and he uses them for his own uses. He doesn't seem to have a problem with eliminating other kitties, although he does like to think things through a bit-- to see if it would benefit himself.

Fur:
Atticus is a very handsome kitty, with long, dark-gray fur. It appears to be lighter the further down you go, which means that at his tummy, it's a very light-gray, and at the tip of his tail, it's a coal-black. Simple as that.

PERSONALITY//

{ Cunning & Clever }

Despite being fairly, well, insane, the tom really is clever. All those years of being mistaken as a lowly individual. All those years of being on the lowest of lows...well, you tend to learn many things. Such as learning how to be devastatingly cunning. Two-legs can only take advantage of animals for so long until they become learned in your ways. And then it's simply a waiting game. Because, you see, the rest of the family didn't want to bother escaping-- The Mother and The Father even more so. Just because they were beaten, didn't mean they weren't fed, were they not? They allowed them to hunt the mice in the house, did they not? Roaches and insects of all kind, just waiting for them to catch them. Oh, diseases didn't matter-- at least they had food, right?

There was a difference between Cunning and Clever. One of them leans toward less-then-good-purposes. The other one just means witty. Witty and...rude. For who goes through all that without being just the tiniest hint of rude? No one. No one should, anyway.

{ Messed up & Dark }

Atticus is messed up-- very messed up. As if someone took a CD, and ran fingernails and what have you all over it, along with rubbing it on the floor. His mind is broken beyond repair, and good luck to those that try to heal it, for it isn't going to happen. It's forever making Atticus jump, make black jokes, and laugh at odd things. He's in his own world, now, and the thing that's left in charge is...bad. Or maybe he himself has changed. Either way, the cat's mental status is disintegrated. Ca-poof! Not there anymore. But this means that he no longer has to trust, for he never trusts anyone anyway, now doesn't he? It's easy, now. Sure, he's left with nightmares so dark, cats would die from terror, but a small price, hm?

Dark humor seems to become Atticus-- or he thinks so, anyway. He laughs as things that shouldn't be laughed at, and makes cruel jokes that leave others looking slightly creeped out. Quite possibly, some of the cats are just there for the power. They haven't seen truly messed up cats. But now they have, and Atticus is determined to make sure that they never forget him. Oh, he knows how to respect leaders (especially due to the fact that his sick mother left him with a bad impression on females), but everyone knows he's off.

{ Calculating & Tactical }

Atticus knows no meaning of the word 'comrade'. Sure, he'll fight for his clan, and even what they believe in, but he wont go to save a cat just because it was another cat's friend. And, if asked to command a few amount of cats, he'll make sure that he sends them on the most logical path. Possibly not the safest one, but they would get the mission done, wouldn't they? Either way, deep inside, quite possibly Atticus merely wants to please eerie females. She might remind him of his mother, and therefore is defaulting to doing everything she says for him to do, or something else unknown, but either way, obedience is always good...right?

Atticus, in the midst of laughs and broken mental status', has a very tactical mind as well as calculating. He seems to have a knack for choosing the correct paths, and then telling when asked. It's just a simple thing that he's programmed himself to do after all that's happened to him.

{ Sociopath & Disturbed }

Atticus has no real emotion for anyone. No one at all. Sometimes, he doesn't even bother to pretend. After all, this clan was big enough to take the real life, weren't they? Of course. Surely they can handle someone that's very...unique. And certainly not someone that you want to be left alone with. For, underneath dark humor, he has emptiness left behind from a hole that was supposed to be filled with happy childhood memories. His mind just...has decided to put it in its place, really. In fact, if asked what it was, he'll either start laughing loudly, or he'll simply...stare. With empty eyes that say nothing of what he's feeling at the current moment. He doesn't want to relive it anymore then he has to with breath-taking nightmares. Wouldn't you want to forget?

Disturbed beyond imagining, the tom-cat clearly is. Any cat can very clearly see it-- when he looks at other cat's eyes, one can see, if he lets you, very deep sadness-- depression. And just a hint of want. For he wants what other cats have; even the cats in Delirium. It's certainly not a soft spot, for he nearly always hides it beneath humor and menacing facial features of crooked smirks.

{ Insane & Eerie }

Oh, he changes topics randomly, has this crazed look in his eyes, and seems to always have different things in mind then what you say, but what truly makes him insane is his laughter. He laughs loud and hard at things that should be sad or serious. He likes seeing other cats in emotional pain-- maybe this is because of his disorder? He doesn't think he's insane, which proves the topic all the more. But, more then that, he just looks at you like he can see right through you...his smirk that appears to know everything about you. These things seem to prove to others that he is most certainly not sound of mind.

Eerie. The feeling you get whenever you run into him alone is eerie. Despite having a fluffy tail, and smooth fur, the tom-cat just looks...disturbed. He is most certainly not one you want to run into in an alley, for he may just think of ideas. Oh, he doesn't do the force-breeding, though. Terror works for him...or he might surprise you, and start saying a few things about his past in a low voice.

{ Mood-shifting & Depressed }

He'll change on a dime-- one moment happy (er, as happy as he can be), the next, disturbing and a sociopath. One moment determined that he'll laugh all day, and the next merely sad. Sad as in that his face is wiped of all emotion, and he's left mumbling things that no other cat knows. The things that torment him at night. This, however, is so rare, that nobody really knows what's happening in his mind. The poor tom is left to himself most of the time-- or what's left of himself. Depression is a constant companion, which goes along with when he's "sad", so to speak. The male has a hidden side such as this one-- a side that never grew due to being stunted early.

EXPERIENCE//

{ Kit-hood }

On a sunny afternoon in spring, where the trees open their flowers, and blossom in happiness, five kittens were born in a rickety run-down house. It had a horrid smell, and had only four rooms. In one of them, as small as a closet, were seven cats-- two adults, and five little kittens. The kittens were rushed away, where they were poked and prodded, and assured that they were of "good breeding". What that could possibly mean, no one knew, but when they were brought back, The Mother only accepted Aurelia, whom she purred and licked. She seemed to not even see the brothers, and the Two-Legs appeared to laugh at that, before heading off. It was much deeper then that, though. The brothers had to fight each other to gain access to Aculia's milk, and even then she sometimes stood and walked off without notice. The humans would throw little bones when the kittens were around two months old (around three inches long), causing Brutus to become mentally retarded.

Time went on, and the brothers would observe Aurelia getting all the milk she wanted. She was loved on, licked, and held. Atticus, when he braved going up to his mother to rub his whiskers against her, was knocked away with a hard paw with claws outstretched. Their mother had hissed, and swatted at the young tom-cat. He never did that again-- he merely watched their father meekly (with tail down, and ears straight up) crawl up to their mother to gain either attention or food, and sometimes he got the same thing as Atticus did. At six months, instead of being taught to become warriors, were laughed at by the two-legs. They would toss them food, only to snatch it back over and over, and when they did finally set it down for sure, their mother and sister took most of it. This left the brothers to fight for it. Their father wasn't a big deal, for he would get slashed at if he came close. Needless to say, he died from starvation several weeks later.

Kicking caused Caius to die from a rib puncturing a lung, and, if that weren't enough, the rest of the brothers had to defend themselves from their mother's abuse. They were slashed at by their mother, kicked at by the humans, and ambushed by their sister, of whom was being taught to be a warrior by their mother. Their faces and bodies grew covered with small scars, and Bracchus to go blind. It was this harsh and dark environment that Atticus learned that, should he put bones in the pathway of the humans, and then wait until he heard a crunch, that he would gain access to the sweet marrow inside. It was an invaluable thing to learn, for they were soon thrown almost always bones instead of meat.

{ Teen }

Their mother taught them that females were so much better then males, and deserved to rule over them. That they were just a mistake. Females had once ruled the earth, and they were just curious what this other gender was, for they had seen it in other species. At first, the males were kept under control by starvation, sickness, and beatings from the female members, but all-too-soon, the male sick mind saw that he could seduce the pure females, and as such delusioned themselves to be greater then them. To be stronger. Faster. Better in all the ways that the females had been over them. It was just a fact, his mother stated. Aurelia used this, and frequently ordered them to display their bellies for her to slowly scratch. They were only nine months old, and yet they were being dealt cards that older warriors would scream and run away from.

{ Young Adult }

Antticus soon saw the humans take other cats in to battle the brothers and sister against. Or attempt to, anyway. It cost Aurelia her life, which cost their mother whatever sanity she had left. She took it out on the brothers, who were given one scar every new moon. It could be little, or it could be big, but either way, the one-year-old cats took it. They took it because they knew nothing else. For what were they, if not determined to survive? It became a battle of the fittest-- the winner winning entrance out of this hole. If they could ever get out, that is. The humans appeared to guard the door at all times except a few minutes when they would talk to each other at lunch. The humans got in fights, too, at times, which caused the kittens-- now cats-- to watch with dullness. Their life was crushed. It wasn't normal.

{ Adult }

As adults, the brothers took turns caring for Brutus, and taking the main beating from Aculia. However, Aculia soon saw what they were doing, and easily killed Brutus-- she didn't want them banding together against her, for she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop them if they were to fight her. So the brothers were undone at three years old, and left to live it out.

Then a cat came in. The Two-legs called it a "forest/feral cat", and that it should be left alone. But the two cats were curious-- they had that much, if not anything. Atticus had his personality he had now, and, seeing the forest cat shift to look at them with sympathy in his eyes provoked a hiss from them both. "I'm here to rescue you. I had heard about this place, and was sent by the leader of my clan to bring you to real life." The brothers had eaten their brothers and father, which provoked no disgust from the clan warrior. He explained everything-- the clans, Starclan; everything. Bacchus believed, but Atticus didn't. He did, however, offer to try it if he led them there. When he did with the humans away, and their mother asleap, Atticus was amazed. He had never been outside those walls, and, at first, his eyes hurt. But he quickly got used to it, and followed the tom-cat.

Over into the trees they went, stopping for prey along the way. When they arrived, the clan nuzzled them both. Atticus didn't take to the attention, and hissed and spat whenever they came near. That saddened the clan members, but they let him be. Instead, they trained them in the ways of a warrior-- a proper one, and not like Aurelia. Even though both brothers were wary of females, they soon got along with everyone. Braccus escaped the carnage unscathed mentally due to his blindness (ironically), but Atticus didn't. No, instead, he was exactly the opposite. He would laugh at odd times, have nightmares years after when they were rescued, and what have you. The medicine cat diagnosed him as having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The cats tried to help, but when they saw how he killed in battle (despite being very good at techniques), they were saddened to say that he had to go. Go anywhere-- hunt if he wanted to when he went away, but he had to go.

So he went. Atticus was alone for months after that, before joining Delirium. They didn't mind his ways. In fact, they seemed to welcome it. So he settled in with a clan as vicious as his past history-- a dog returning to his vomit.

{ Now }

Now what will happen? Who knows. Will he meet his mother again? Or will he see is brother? Will he let it all out? Or will he become the most sick cat to be seen? We shall only see...

OTHER//

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