ripplesurf. zc

[aero ❥]

appearance.

NAME// Ripplesurf
AGE// 55 moons
GENDER// Male
CLAN// Zephyrclan
DESIRED POSITION// Deputy
SHORT DESCRIPTION// Dark blue/grey tabby with sharp wintery blue eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

Though rounding on his fifth year of life this old-school ladies man is aging gracefully. His long muscular build has often been questioned since those of his clan are traditionally thin and wiry, but it always ends up working in his favor. His coat is short but exhaustively thick. A blessing in the winter months when the moor is a desolate, frozen wasteland and a heavy burden when the sun beats down on the shadeless hills.

His color is a dark blue/grey that fades into thick tabby stripes down his pale silver legs. Dripping down his top lip is a lustrous white, it flows over his jaw and down his fluffy chest, seeping into his belly fur. His tail is topped off with the same pale silver as his paws. His eyes are outlined with snowy white, wintery blue eyes sharp and hard to forget. His nose is a deep pink lined with black, white whiskers long. He also has a lengthy tail and abnormally large paws.

He has a number of scars that are scattered throughout his face and body, though his thick pelt does a beautiful job of veiling them.

PERSONALITY//

Meeting Ripplesurf for the first time, you can tell he is very considerate. In a conversation he may take a few thoughtful moments to conjure up the exact words he wants before he replies, those moments consisting of putting together a sentence that says exactly everything he needs it to in a way that will be understood by the other feline.

That may lead you to believe he is decisive - which is correct. Always knowing what he wants has made his life simple when it comes to choices. What he wants hasn't always been what he needs, but hey, live and let live as they say. He is a relatively positive being and likes it that way. He doesn't understand how a negative cat isn't driven mad by their own pessimistic attitude.

This grey tabby is known for being energetic. That and being idea-driven, he has learned to channel his energy into motivation and devotion for ideas, beliefs, and passions he persists. At a younger age that meant getting into some risky business, but luckily he's managed to grow past that and accept authority and remain loyal.

Speaking of maturity, his ego is full of pride he has for shaping up his old mischievous habits. Believe it (or not!) this older warrior was once a hardcore player, sly and flirty every she-cat was fair game. Now a seasoned tom in all divisions, he has learned the life lesson of self control. Respect. Not to say he his eyes still don't wander - you can trust they do - he has made a change for the better. On a sunny day you might hear him bragging about it to the other older warriors, telling them how he made every girl swoon and that he still has the charm.

As if his personality didn't seem vibrant enough, he has a trait that eventually beats out most others. Taking responsibility. If he's wrong, he wont hesitate to admit it no matter how much it kills him inside. He also wont hesitate to tell you exactly how he feels after that, but at least he won't try to sneak his way out of any trouble.

Naturally intelligent, he lacks not in the area of brains. He makes a hobby of figuring out puzzling problems and learning new things. When an apprentice he graduated with a full education, squeezing his mentor for every drop of knowledge he contained until there was simply nothing left to teach him. Not to say he conquered every hunting technique or battle move, he just gave it his best and moved on when he at least knew how to do them.

Calm is an overall image he attains, not letting the little things get to him and keeping cool when the big things do surface. As an apprentice and young warrior he had a severe problem with aggression, hostile to every outsider and even to some of his own clan. He wrestles with his anger now, keeping it pinned down under lock and key. Sometimes he gets a little frosty, others irritated, when dealing with enemy clans and their members he still gets a bit heated and distrustful but reminds himself of the right thing and can usually over-come any outbursts he may want to unleash.

So though complications may lay in his path, Ripplesurf is genuinely caring. Definitely would never leave a she-cat out in the cold. He tries to help others to the best of his ability and is sincerely disappointed when he can't. (Most of the time) With a caring heart and an his minor aggression he still finds it easy to forgive. A quality most value he has been taken advantage because of it, but that hasn't changed him at all. Forgive and forget is what he tries to live by.

Natural skills he has, well, let's see. He is a good listener when he wants to be, taking in what others have to say. He is also a fine negotiator when he is level headed, finding middle ground that everyone doesn't mind standing on. He thinks himself personable and easy to approach, preferred even. (That's his high self-esteem talking right there.)

His greatest downfall is one that keeps him up at night. Jealousy. It doesn't consume him or twist him - he just feels it right where it hurts. It gets him every time and can stay with him any length of time.
Sometimes this gives him a chance to exercise his authority, which he isn't afraid to do.

EXPERIENCE//

Ripplesurf was born to regular parents, nothing special there. His father was mentored by the deputy at that time, though never had bragging rights to much else.

He grew up a womanizer and a trickster, eventually making the mistake of impregnating a she-cat that he didn't really want as a mate. He was a flimsy father figure to three sons; today he regrets not providing more stability. The she-cat, Swiftrose, died later on from green-cough one leaf-bare. Most say that was what really put the brakes on his player attitude.

The child he is closest to happens to look totally unrelated to him besides build, but personality wise they at one time could have been brothers. He wishes the best for this kit and continues to provide advice...though sometimes he wishes he could knock some sense into his bee filled head. Is often embarrassed of the youngin's actions. (Though he was once the same way.)

OTHER//

I'm really excited to play this guy. (: I put hard work into his character and can't wait to finish developing him in role play. Hopefully he fits the part for deputy. ^^

And here is the sample that is required...I'm going to admit this wasn't the best sample to show off his personality (or him in general. :C), but maybe it told you something about how I role play and things about his past.
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The stars glittered overhead, vast night sky stretching from horizon to horizon above him. Infinite darkness. Out in the wilderness of the desolate, rolling moor Zephyrclan had a unique perspective of the world. No other clan could witness the heaven that lingered above their heads with such clarity, could watch the rise and set of the sun and absorb the pastel colors of it's awe-inspiring ritual that bled across the limitless canvas each dawn and dusk.

His large pale paws left prints in the mire that was concocted from the rainfall they had recently received. A chilled wind buffeted his thick blue/grey pelt, fluffy white chest fur resembling that of a sea-dog's. He had absconded from camp to assemble himself, round up any stray thoughts. And rally the ones he already had captured. His winter blue eyes illuminated to a bright silver in the moonlight as he surveyed the expanse of dark country in his path, ears taking up an alert position as a peculiar rumble seemed to make vibrations in the air. His long silver-tipped tail flicked with curiosity as he crept closer to the edge of a large depression in the earth. Down it's muddy slope was a stream that had once been soothing and lackadaisical, in it's place was a fleeting river of treacherous waters and debris.

Flash flooding was an ominous act of mother nature that could be devastating to any clan. He would have to report it to - the brawny tom stiffened, repressing the words that lingered in his mind. He would have to report it to Paintedstar and make sure the dawn patrol was cautioned of the situation. Maybe he would lead it himself; or entrust Stormtrick with the task. Havocflare had dusk patrol, and he didn't feel like over-working anyone if he didn't have to.

"I say these words before the body of ___________, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice."

"Ripplesurf will be the new deputy of Zephyrclan."

The moment of his promotion lingered in his mind, eyes distantly staring into the shimmering black waves of the thunderous waterway below him. Never would he have thought his life would have brought him here. Not the edge of this slope on a moonlit night, but to being deputy of the clan he called his family. It was such an honor, his heart swelled with pride. Feeling like he might burst with emotion the handsome tabby gave a few licks to his soft chest fur, tongue combing through the long ruffled tufts.

He had always wanted to be somebody, ambitious energy filled passions never letting him stray from the dream to be of importance. When he was proposed with the chance to be deputy he instantly knew that was what he wanted. He wanted to serve his clan or die trying. Ripplesurf was aging but time never had successfully held him in it's grasp, and for going on five years he was doing extremely well both physically and mentally. Referring to his charm and attractive looks he chuckled to himself, white whiskers twitching in amusement.

He circled around and started padding back, large pale paws now caked with mud from his midnight stroll. He let his mind wander aimlessly, weather pleasant now that the wind had died down. Somehow his kits' mother broke into his head to steal his focus, haunting yellow eyes inducing a shiver to run down his spine, fur bristling. Her wheezing last words echoed in his head.

"Are you happy," The calico's painful grimace twisted her words into a breathless sigh. "happy that you took everything away from me, and never gave it back?" Her snarl turned into a whooping cough. "Remember me Ripplesurf; don't you dare ever forget. Don't let Runningpaw -" Uncontrollable intakes of breath made her desperate, hateful yellow eyes bulge. "Don't let him -" The medicine cat rushed over, the couple's privacy unimportant now. "Swiftrose, breathe!" She was choking...Great Starclan she's choking... Their eyes locked, the suffocating she-cat's mouth mouthing an unspoken last wish.

The deputy shook himself, letting the movement chase away the memories he so wished he could forget. This wasn't the time to think of such things. He had a new life to look forward to, new responsibilities to concern himself with. The past (and such an unimportant part) shouldn't be using up any precious brain-power. Picking up speed the older cat tailed it back to camp, nodding to Orioleflash as he pushed through the entrance. Moon-high signaled it was time to catch up on some sleep if he wanted to be up early enough to tell Paintedstar and the dawn patrol about the flooded stream.

He silently made his way to the warriors den and settled down in his nest, long tail finding it's place over his pink and black nose. Soon he departed to the dream world, visiting the old days of she-cats and outrageous pick-up lines that made up his youth.

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xx accepted as a warrior of zephyrclan. wonderful biography; good job describing the personality. i will make my decision and announce it in the clan meeting currently taking place.