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Post by [[ShAdYCaUStI]] on Aug 6, 2009 17:11:20 GMT -5
Name: Acridsoul.
Rank: Leader.
Age: 22 moons.
Gender: Tom.
Clan: EmberClan.
Clan relations: Father - Fallowheart (Elder), siblings needed, apprentice needed.
Pelt: Acridsoul's pelt is coarse, rough, and slightly bristly; thick so that it seems to stand in tufts and clumps all over his body. It is a rather sickly tawny-yellow colour, mottled with speckles and streaks of ashy grey. His left ear is ragged and torn from fights and his tail is broken in two places. His wide, stubby face bears a look of perpetual malice and cruelty. His form is neither graceful nor well-shaped, but it is muscular, agile and quick. His claws are sharp and eager. His rough fur is scored and marked over with scars; some superficial and others quite deep, testimony to his many fights during his lifetime.
Eyes: The big tom's eyes are set far apart on his face. One is an evil yellow colour and the other is slightly greener, though not by much, and he cannot see very well through it. A scratch across his face left the eye marred by scar tissue and the lid unable to fully open, giving him a squint-eyes, cold look.
Personality: His ugly appearance is quite accurate; the leader is cruel, harsh, and sadistic, with no mercy and less emotion or feeling. Calculating and intelligent, yet vengeful, he uses the cats around him as tools, praising them for such qualities as fearlessness, brute strength, and bloodthirstiness. He is fairly emotionless, cold and detached from the cats around him. He is himself nearly without fear and seldom if ever does he require of his warrior more than he himself is willing to give. He craves power, and having conquered every cat in his clan, he sets his sights on the other clans. For all his strength and bravery, however, he is a firm believer in the Flaming Eternal and is rather superstitious. If any cats in his clan are skeptical, they keep the fact away from the pitiless leader.
History: From birth the ill-visaged tom craved power. As a kit he proved himself already fierce and strong, and as an apprentice he terrified and bullied all the other apprentices into supporting him. He held them all in contempt and quickly surpassed them all in skill, strength, cunning, and brutality. As a warrior he surpassed all the others, fighting and beating each of them in turn. Becoming deputy was a natural step. He fought his way to the top, and the previous leader died under dubious circumstances, though the subject is never brought up near Acridsoul.
Other: none.
Rank: Leader.
Age: 22 moons.
Gender: Tom.
Clan: EmberClan.
Clan relations: Father - Fallowheart (Elder), siblings needed, apprentice needed.
Pelt: Acridsoul's pelt is coarse, rough, and slightly bristly; thick so that it seems to stand in tufts and clumps all over his body. It is a rather sickly tawny-yellow colour, mottled with speckles and streaks of ashy grey. His left ear is ragged and torn from fights and his tail is broken in two places. His wide, stubby face bears a look of perpetual malice and cruelty. His form is neither graceful nor well-shaped, but it is muscular, agile and quick. His claws are sharp and eager. His rough fur is scored and marked over with scars; some superficial and others quite deep, testimony to his many fights during his lifetime.
Eyes: The big tom's eyes are set far apart on his face. One is an evil yellow colour and the other is slightly greener, though not by much, and he cannot see very well through it. A scratch across his face left the eye marred by scar tissue and the lid unable to fully open, giving him a squint-eyes, cold look.
Personality: His ugly appearance is quite accurate; the leader is cruel, harsh, and sadistic, with no mercy and less emotion or feeling. Calculating and intelligent, yet vengeful, he uses the cats around him as tools, praising them for such qualities as fearlessness, brute strength, and bloodthirstiness. He is fairly emotionless, cold and detached from the cats around him. He is himself nearly without fear and seldom if ever does he require of his warrior more than he himself is willing to give. He craves power, and having conquered every cat in his clan, he sets his sights on the other clans. For all his strength and bravery, however, he is a firm believer in the Flaming Eternal and is rather superstitious. If any cats in his clan are skeptical, they keep the fact away from the pitiless leader.
History: From birth the ill-visaged tom craved power. As a kit he proved himself already fierce and strong, and as an apprentice he terrified and bullied all the other apprentices into supporting him. He held them all in contempt and quickly surpassed them all in skill, strength, cunning, and brutality. As a warrior he surpassed all the others, fighting and beating each of them in turn. Becoming deputy was a natural step. He fought his way to the top, and the previous leader died under dubious circumstances, though the subject is never brought up near Acridsoul.
Other: none.
