Post by shadow on Jun 5, 2011 18:43:43 GMT -5
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NAME// Alexander [GlacierSky = Warrior name][/blockquote]
AGE// 28 moons
GENDER// male
CLAN// Tempestclan (ex-rogue)
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// a sand paper colored tom, with a few distinctive grey markings, and scorching blue eyes.
DESCRIPTION//Alex's overall appearance is quite unique for an average cat. His body structure almost resembles the lean, large frame of a tabby, and his pelt makes you think of the desserts in Egypt. He has a broad head that fits in proportion with his body, along with grey markings traveling the length of his nose. Beneath his fur, he's decently toned, and his shoulders always look hunched, giving off a more muscular appearance. He has long legs with small rivulets of black and greyish-brown markings, similar to his beige underbelly, head, and tail. At the end of his legs are large dark brown paws with sharp, curved-like claws. His facial features are different compared to most cats. Instead of a pink or black nose, his is the color of mud with white whiskers protruding below it. His ears are average in size, but most would say his eyes are his most intriguing feature. They are a teal ocean blue that change color depending on the season, outlined by thin dark fur that gives him the look of a cat wearing mascara. Yet, this male is nowhere near perfect. On his front forearm he is missing some fur because of an injury that was infected many moons ago, and now walks with a minor limp.
PERSONALITY//The best way to describe this male would be defining him as a "tenacious oddball." One's first impression of Alex would be, he seems serious and narrow minded, which in some cases is not a terrible thing, but this is the total opposite. Most of the time, other individuals think this because he is more on the quiet-side, when really he's trying to decipher certain things; like character traits of other felines or even take the time to absorb his surroundings. The male has a different perspective of the way things in life should be and this is mainly because of his past. In some ways, you can describe him as down-to-earth, and he'll probably give others advice when in tricky situations, but he will act modest if thanked for it. Why is he like that some might ask? In all honesty it's just how he grew up from kit hood.
Given that this is his first time being a part of a "feline family" oriented group, he isn't the most altruistic cat around. This does not mean that Alex is completely inconsiderate, because the male does have a level of affection for others; but he's more compacted with his emotions. For lack of a better word, he can be thought of as "hard-shelled". This would be his tenacious side coming out to play. He is stubborn when he feels need to be, and vivacious when told of battles or brawls because of his former rogue life. Sometimes he might seem bipolar, switching from a relatively good mood to a more hostile one in seconds, and usually for no exact reason. This is why he goes off away from the clan to do his own thing frequently, and most of the time this gets him in trouble. Truthfully, Alex enjoys his alone time, and feels that he needs it because he is still getting used to the clan life-style.
When told he cannot do something, Alex gets easily annoyed but won't argue or show his annoyance. One trait about him is he tolerates with others well, and this is another part of his "quiet-I-need-alone-time" attitude. He is not as spontaneous with his words as he is with his actions. The male likes keeping most of his thoughts to himself, unless questioned about certain things. He despises negativity and it takes alot to tear him down, and if something does, he simply hides it behind his unemotional, hard-shelled mask. He thinks rationally when in conflict with others, and as stated before, he trays to decipher things about his opponent; or find their weaknesses. At times you could say Alex is a bit manipulative if one is on his bad side; which is rare.
Despite his nonchalant unsocial demeanor he does have an interesting sense of humor. One might say he is extremely sarcastic and witty, and at times will arrange his words just to confuse others. Many felines find it hard to understand his humor, because he seems bitter when he banter about things, that is if he even feels like saying anything at all. Other felines might find him hard to handle or hold a conversation with, but the few that take the time to get used to his habits and attitude find that he is a decent, loyal cat to be acquainted with.
EXPERIENCE//Alexander was born into a litter of five and was(in the eyes of his mother) the dead runt. At a few weeks old his mother abandoned him because she felt he would never be able to survive, and at this time the poor kitten was barely able to walk. It was a rainy, morbid morning when the kit Alexander was left to die on the cold concrete step of a human's threshold. The tiny meowing was muffled out by the busy tires and horns of the cars in Trenton. Inside the house in which Alexander was left too perish on the grounds of, an old Siamese cat stared out the window of his caretaker's home. This was a part of the tom's daily routine, and at the moment the old cat's ears twitched erratically. He heard the meows of the kitten outside his territory, but could not see where the other feline was located. Making curious cat-like gestures the old Siamese looked in the direction where he heard the sound vividly. Leaping down from the couch, the cat ran into the kitchen where it's owner was rushing to get ready for work. Rubbing back 'n' forth against his owners legs and hissing he tried to get it's attention. The cat was scolded and nudged away, but went back to his attention seeking once more. Again the owner yelled down at the cat, and shouted something about Mr. O'Malley (which was that cat's name) but it had been a success for the tom in receiving what he wanted. Mr. O'Malley raced toward the window behind his owner's heals. He waited for the human to open the large wooden plank, and screened window then finally raced outside. The meowing grew louder and Mr. O'Malley stopped on the concrete step and sniffed the small kit. His owner was shocked to see the kit lying there, and called sick in work, then brought the kit inside.
Mr. O'Malley's owner had contacted a vet to get more information on how to treat a new born kitten, and decided to keep the new cat. The human had named the kitten Alexander, and when he was old enough he had a collar placed around his neck. Mr. O'Malley thankfully was a friendly cat and enjoyed Alexander's company. Since, both cats were aloud outdoors Mr. O'Malley educated Alexander about everything he knew about the street life. Alexander looked at the elder cat as his role model, but sometimes did not comprehend the things he would talk about. Alex at this time had grown into a large and fine looking male cat, and was nearly twice the size as the old Siamese. Yet, for the time being this was Alexander's way of life, spending his days with the old cat traveling from the inside to the outside world. Then one day the two cats noticed their owner packing boxes and placing it's possessions into them, along with putting a sign outside the house that had eight strange markings on it. A "for sales" sign.
In all honestly, Alexander loved everything about the way his life was at this period, even as his owner continued bringing more boxes home. It wasn't until one afternoon when the owner had left the door open from packing boxes, and Alex was going to go out on his evening stroll. He figured Mr.O'Malley would join him, and he found the elder Siamese lying on the window sill, staring toward the outdoors. "Hey, uh Mr.O'Malley, you coming with me? We can catch a few mices down by the alley or something if you'd like." For a long moment the old cat did not reply, but once he did he said something that Alex (as usual) did not understand. "I am old now, Alexander. The streets in no place for me." This shocked Alex and the male could not process what he was hearing. "What? Mr. O'Malley you've still got it. Of course, it is, you even said you've been out there since you were my age. It's a whole different world out there, you're free out there, you can't just give up on that now. You're not old." But, Mr.O'Malley laughed at his words. "Still there is so much you do not understand, Alexander. There is a fine line between giving up and knowing when you've hit your limits." At this statement, Alex had to admit that the old cat had a point. There was still various things he did not understand, but instead he left things the way they were. "Okay, Mr. O'Malley. I trust you." With that being said, Alexander traveled the outside world on his own.
He knew the streets well for all the times he had been outside. Sometimes, he'd even spend days out here, catching rats and mice for food. Many times Alex even dreamed about living outdoors, but found himself feeling homesick later. That night he wasn't sure how far he had traveled away from home, but left his scent around the new places he approached. Alex waltzed his way down an unfamiliar alley, it was quiet for the most part like most alley were, but his curiosity had the better of him. Alexander let his guard down, ignoring all instinct, which Mr. O'Malley had taught him was very important to stay alert with when outside. He did not notice the scent of the beast until it snuck up and lunged at him. The gigantic dog barked louder and louder, and chanced Alexander down the alley way. His heart raced, adrenaline coursing through his body, he felt like his paws were moving slower, and he tried to escape for his life. Jumping onto a chained fence, the beast caught up with him and rammed Alex into the fence. The metal dug into his skin, and Alexander yelped as he tried to slip his stealthy body through one of the chain holes. The dog snapped at him again and caught on to his collar. Alexander hissed and scratched at the beast, but finally he broke free. The dog had ripped his collar off and Alexander raced away toward the streets.
That night, he was uncertain of his location, and was afraid to go back toward the beat's alley. Alexander decided he'd wait until the next morning, and found a comfortable secluded trash can to sleep in peacefully. The next morning he regretted not listening to the advice Mr. O'Malley had told him before. Around mid-day Alex had miraciously found his way home. He was relieved as he made his way onto the concrete step, but noticed something was not right. Jumping onto the stone ledge near the front window he stared into the house, and then sniffed the glass. From what he saw, the house was completely empty, and the scent of his owner and Mr.O'Malley was faint. For the second time in his life, Alex was abandoned. For two days he waited, but the door to his house never opened, and Mr. O'Malley never appeared at the window.
From that moment, Alexander had finally received his wish of living out on the streets. He faced many different cats and humans as lived out there, but remembered everything Mr. O'Malley had taught him. As time when on and he got older he grew used to the morbid, harsh street life, and sometimes befriended another rogue or two. It happened to be one day when a scabby looking Persian cat named Sid told him about an enormous hunting ground, but it was populated by strange cats. Alex was told that these cats lived in clans, and had odd beliefs. He ignored the news of clans, and went off on his own to these hunting grounds.
It had been many moons since the day his owner had left him, and Alex stayed in the marshy forest lands away from the town. He found the forest easier to find food, and he did not need to worry about people or other beasts. On the contrary, Alex did encounter the clan cats from time to time, but managed to keep his distance when he could. He was not afraid of them, and had been in enough street fights to depend himself against them. Of course, at this time he was a cocky young male and once he encountered another rogue in the woodland area he got himself into a fight. The other rogue was bigger than Alex, but he managed to hold his ground. Yet, the other male made a hard swipe at him and Alex was knocked out.
He woke up sometime around nightfall, but found himself surrounded by other cats. He scrambled to get up but a sharp paint coursed throughout his left paw and he fell down once more. The clan cat had taken him, and nourished him back to a stable state. Alex had always insisted he was fine, even though he wasn't. The cats accepted him even though he felt crowded and wanted to go back to living on his own. Truthfully, Alex was indecisive on his reasons for staying with the Tempest Clan, but on the positive side the prey was plentiful and he repaid them by agreeing to protect their territory against other cats. And even though he was now a part of them in some way, he still always feels alone.
OTHER//He doesn't mind when others call him by his warrior name, but usually prefers Alex or Alexander.
