garnetbone | timberclan

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NAME// Echer (ekker) ---> Garnetbone
AGE// 31 moons
GENDER// Tom
CLAN// timberclan
DESIRED POSITION// warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A lean, crimson-eyed white tom.


DESCRIPTION//

A sizeable fellow, but that's nearly an understatement. Echer is quite enormous, above average, exceeding the norm. Still, he doesn't look too out-of-place in VertigoClan. He only seemed like such a Goliath in comparison to the street rats of Trenton. Now, in the forest where he hunts often and not only has the opportunity to eat more, but to keep himself fitter through physical exertion, Echer is looking better than ever. His fur, gracing his tough build, is semi-short and semi-transparent. Not like glass, no, just simply lacking all pigmentation, much like that of a polar bear. He still appears to be a plain, pure alabaster white fellow from a distance. However, in closer range he seems a bit haunting, ghost-like and if he had any faith at all, one could say he looked like one from the ranks of StarClan, especially in the night. Now, being genetically albino, a rarity in itself which makes Echer a freak of nature, his eyes are obviously lacking in pigment as well as his fur. Unlike most albino felines, his eyes are not that stereotypical glassy blue, but a shining, lost-looking crimson hue because of the blood vessels beneath where some pigment would normally be, making him appear more ghost-like than ever. His eyes are enormous, full of soul and rather haunted-looking, upon a thick maw and braod, open face. Still, there are secrets and mystery painted across his every expression, perhaps due to his rare coloration.

PERSONALITY// gentle, sweet-natured, overprotective, overly brave, innocent

Upon meeting the ghostly tom, one quickly realizes how incredibly easy he is to love. Not in a love-at-first-sight sort of manner, but because of his infectious faith in others in his almost irritatingly protective demeanor. While he doesn't meet many all too frequently, he is quick to befriend those he does come across, despite any ill-will or hostility from the other party. Echer is all but deaf to malice and hatred, for they are emotions foreign to his mindset and he tends to simply ward them off. However, when he is in "defense-mode" in which those he loves are threatened or harmed, he becomes suddenly almost numb to his previous attitude. Echer won't hesitate to attack or, thanks to his "barbaric" lifestyle as a rogue, even kill. He may as well be a guard-dog for those he feels closest to. Along with this comes the thin line between bravery or courage and sheer stupidity, for Echer wouldn't hesitate to endure harm to himself if he sees his goals met.
Still, he's rarely this rough-and-heavy, for at heart he seems to be nothing more than a infant. While his crimson eyes have seen all too much, there is a naivety and innocence that continues to dwell within him, almost as a shield to keep his sanity in tact. A defense mechanism to ward off the evils of the world, so that he can continue to joke and play and fulfill his inner kit. He turns to his third year of life in several moons, but yet he finds it hard to act as though he were more than seven or eight moons old, even to this day. He will not hesitate to chase a butterfly, tussle with a kit, or jump in a puddle if he thinks it will draw a smile from those around him - plus, he's hardly one to deny a bit of fun. And even when he seems to be the most simple minded of toms, Echer proves himself to be one of the most feline-sensitive and observant of fellows. His intuition is heavily in-tact, and while he pretends to be oblivious to these sorts of things, the tom is talented at reading the emotions of others as well. He is a sharp mind, but rarely puts it to use, therefore his intelligence often goes without notice, as he himself takes his brainpower for granted.
Also he gets jealous easily okay.

EXPERIENCE//

His mother was was a dazzling brown tabby loner with brilliant golden eyes and a knack for opening her mouth at all the wrong times. His father was a cat of the rogue group known as Delirium, sick in the head and craving a pit of power and pleasure. It only happened once, and it was pure misfortune that the single event created a litter of kits. A happening rare in itself, creating a rare litter. Echer and one other kit was born, both albino. The other kit was sickly and weak, dying soon after birth after being exposed to the cold, as they were born during the harsahest reaches of winter. It didn't stand a chance.

Echer was a healthy little tom, and the mother hadn't a clue he was a rare albino until the day he opened his beautiful scarlet eyes. She thought he was a curse. She treated him a little bit like the plague. However, she couldn't ignore the fact that he was naught more than an innocent kit, but she also couldn't ignore his haunting eyes who every time she looked into them the female could only see her own blood spilled after being ravaged. It wasn't fair, she wanted to love him but she couldn't. Impossible.

The beautiful young queen sought a new chance, a fresh start on life, and that's when she decided to bring him into Trenton. It could be hostile, but she couldn't stand to be around him, the bigger he got.

Echer wasn't entirely sure why she treated him that way, but after a while he couldn't blame her much. He possessed quick wit and a good lot of intelligence in order to realize how his creation had come about, and how unnatural his looks were.

Poor mum. He always said, aloud and to himself alike, and she couldn't help but agree.

Trenton was wear Echer made some friends and learned to fend for himself, but he learned hurt and betrayal too. His mother had too many more kits and got caught up with all the wrong toms, it was just something about her feeble nature, her naivety and her stunning beauty that just brought the scum like crows to carrion. Echer witnessed what happened too many times. He saw her beaten, violated, and destroyed. She was desinigrating before his very eyes. Burned out, broken, she was practically worthless. Officially, she had abandoned him many moons ago but he couldn't just leave his mum like that.

Poor mum.

He returned occasionally, although she didn't want him to. Often at the wrong times, but he would simply fend off her suitors with his newfound strength as by now he had begun to blossom into a growing young tom. He fed her, bathed her, and cared for her various litters of equally worthless kits all the same. The other toms in the neighborhood rarely ceased their mocking, as Echer truly had become something of a big mother hen, but his naturally protective and caring nature wouldn't let him leave her and the kits. Treating she-cats right was hard sometimes, because all he had ever witnessed was treating them wrong. The ladies liked Echer, a lot. He liked them too, she-cats were pretty and gentle sometimes, but sometimes they learned to backtalk and complain and grow fat with their own kits and court other toms while canoodling with Echer.

It was just too much, and he couldn't help it if he thought the only way to teach them to behave was to cause pain and use force against them they didn't have.

There was a fateful day that this stopped though, thankfully. Still, it was a terribly depressing afternoon for Echer, when he had returned to that one alley where his mum lay nursing. A beautiful young lass, not much older than a year with fur as bright as the moon and eyes just as big decided to follow Echer there. He didn't want her to, though, because this was his private time and he had told her to stay where he had left her. She thought it was a nice surprise until she felt his claws scrape across her shoulder - it wasn't a serious attack, barely causing a scratch, but Echer's mother couldn't believe the monster that he illegitimate son had turned into. "You're just like your father!" She cried in dismay, and her heart failed all in own fluid stroke of fate. Now Echer knew his father was a murderer, and a rapist, and he couldn't bear to absorb his mother's dying accusation, but he hadn't much of a choice as the silver she-cat ran away and his mother lay dying. She was right, toms were awful things, he realized. She died, and he grieved. The kits she had been suckling died as well, but there was naught to do about that.

This was when he wondered how many siblings he now possessed about Trenton and realized that the town held too much hurt for him to handle. He had to get out, to find what was beyond the beyond and what the city boundaries were keeping him from. Along the way, Echer learned to properly hunt, he learned to fight and fend for himself and became slightly detached from himself, unsure where his path could possibly lead now that his life held considerably less meaning without his mother to protect and feel bad for. Echer now knew though, that this was the time that he would pave the way for his own life, independent of the hardships and tethers rooted in Trenton.

He made a companion within several days, for he knew there was someone trailing him out of the city, and finally made to confront the stalker. When he sought out the other cat, he realized it was no older than six or seven moons. A little tom with fur as black as the night, though brushed through with a few white hairs and shining, enormous ochre eyes. Echer recognized the little tom as one of his mothers' kits and began to simply call him Brother, as he didn't particularly mind having a companion to look out for. After all, Echer thought that perhaps his calling was to be a guardian of sorts. Echer taught Brother to hunt and fight as he had learned himself, techniques that were not quite official, but far from inadequate.

They wandered the land side by side, and Brother grew into a fine young cat as Echer reached adulthood. At last, Brother too seemed to have grown into a bright young tom himself, and Echer couldn't be more proud. They traversed the wilderness together, fighting predators and hunting for one another, rarely having to deal with meddlesome females or the drama they brought, so Brother and Echer were a peace for many moons. That is, until the wolf came about. Echer and Brother were camped out, if one can imagine the map itself, on the far border of VertigoClan, where no clan cats roam. Little did they know, far worse enemies did indeed seem to own that land, and a single lone wolf took action against the two toms. Echer and Brother didn't stand a chance, and Brother was slaughtered, unable to run fast enough or sustain the injuries. Echer made it away, but mourned for far too long. He cared more for Brother than he had for anyone else in his life, and his sole companion, the only family member he had ever truly cared about, had been brutally murdered before him. Echer had seen too much decay in his young life and now, pushing his thirtieth moon, he had begun to resolve to find a new friend, for the life of a lone cat was none for him.

He wandered for a bit, learning about the clans and allowing his curiosity to blossom. He's picked up enough knowledge that he realized he wanted to join one, one in particular; CelestialClan. Plucking up the courage, Echer strode onto the territory and then lay in wait. It wasn't long before CelestialClan's newest leader, Hallowstar, wandered across Echer's sleeping body and, while the encounter wasn't hostile, both powerfully large toms were on edge with one another. Luckily, both toms had cool heads about the situation, and after some conversation Hallowstar agreed that Echer could come back to the camp with him where he would allow the other clan cats to meet and judge him for themselves. They didn't like him, of course, but Echer's sweet and naive nature got the better of them, and just as they were warming up to him, Hallowstar declared a temporary war on TempestClan, telling Echer that he would truly prove himself to CelestialClan by fighting for them. Echer, of course, agreed and fought to the best of his ability (startling cats in battle isn't hard with bloodred eyes). Hallowstar, satisfied, returned to camp to give Echer a ceremony where he earned a place in the clan as a warrior by the name of Garnetbone -- for his appearance mostly.

OTHER//

THEME SONGS! YAY.
fire - the sounds
I could be someone else tonight
I could be what you decide
There's no use, it's up to you
Can't you feel my heart beat?

Fire, now you're on your own
Your pretty eyes have seen enough
We'll go higher where I belong
The city lights are bright enough to blind me

well this is perfect and I was gonna stick more songs on here but what the heck this is it.

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