Post by deimlo on Aug 20, 2010 18:01:22 GMT -5
Deimlo the Rogue
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Name:
deimlo.
Age:
20 moons.
Gender:
tom.
Clan:
none.
Rank:
rogue.
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Reason For Name:
his parents, being the foreigners they were, saw how manipulative he was as a young kit, and, in their tongue which to twolegs would be refered to as welsh, named him their word for manipulate.
Previous Names:
none.
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One Sentence Description:
Lithe tabby tom with dangerous amber eyes.
Appearance:
To the untrained eye, most would see this tom as the weak, easy to control type, and honestly, he's not the strongest cat around. However, he is far from controllable. About the regular size for a young tom, Deimlo is incredible lithe, his limbs long and thin, with packed in muscle that barely shows through in his movements, and a long, wind-swept tail which gives him almost perfect balance. Adding in his small paws and large ears, this tom was build for speed and agility, and you'd be challenged to try and beat him in a race unless you were of WindClan blood. His face is more on the flat side than the pointed, meaning he doesn't have a perfect sense of smell, but that's never caused him any troubles before.
This tom's pelt is a beautiful array of bark browns, with the base of his coat being a sandy brown, almost a tan in colour. This light colour however, is mostly covered however by the thin black stripes, which streak across the entirety of his pelt, most close together giving him a darker look than what might be shown otherwise. like all tabby cats however, he has a small smudge of white across his chin and lower jaw, but it seems to fit in with the faded colouring of his face. Against his shaded brown pelt however, many find it hard to ignore the bright amber of his eyes, which is really more of a piercing gold to look at. Sometimes, his gaze can seem like warm honey, the melted, sickly sweet sort of appearance, yet other times it can come off as more of a hawk's stare, threatening and slightly mad. But then again, what other word is there better to describe Deimlo than mad?
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Personality:
Deimlo is one of those cats who looks trustworthy, one of those people who can talk and weave their way past anyone's walls and into the dangerous territory of this mind, simply to pull it to rubble without a care in the world. The easiest way to put it? This time is a manipulator, a born liar. Come across as a charming, somewhat polite tom, this cat is a master of tales, a cat who can without a second thought find anyone's weakness and exploit it. All it takes for him is a few lone meetings with the target. With a smooth voice that just works, he has the ability to speak without being understood, but then again, understood at the same time. The type of voice that makes words sound right no matter how wrong they are. Oh and he doesn't let this little ability go to waste.
A cat who likes to make his presence known, Deimlo is not the type of cat to avoid borders and stay in the shadows. Oh he can do it, just why would he when his smooth ways can get him out of most troubles, and those which it doesn't, fore-fill his blood-lust and urge to fight. Every the slippery little bugger, this tom though does know when it's time to disappear, and does so quite quickly, being the sly cat he is. Most of the time, he can convince anyone who gets in his way to move with his excuses and outright lies, so catching this trespasser is definitely easier said and done. A sweet-talker however, Deimlo does have a thing for the ladies, moving to flirt with just about any she-cat who comes by. It's a wonder with how many hearts he's shattered, why anyone doesn't know to avoid him.
The thing about this tom, that he is very dark-minded. No, although he's close, he's not a sociopath, as he does know what it's like to feel love toward others, and does feel the whole range of emotions one should possess. The difference being this tom has a deep blood-lust, an urge to kill anyone who gets on his nerves, and a rhythm in his mind that pushes him forward. Tied to this, Deimlo can't just know someone, or be around them, he has to have some sort of control over them. Not one to accept authority, he is a hard can to have as a follower, and when he wants something, this toms ambition will push him past killing to get there.
Deimlo is a very opinionated tom, in every sense of the word. He has a view on every aspect of his life, and of others and their lives, and really, it is a hard feat to convince this tom of anything other than what he believes. To be truthful, it's only if a cat really caught his interest with an idea, that he may even think about lurking about to see how things pan out. However, don't plan on thinking of this sly tom as a loyal follower, as most of the time, he's leading everyone on around him. It's this, which while he may look trustworthy, shows he really isn't. Not in the slightest. All it takes for this tom to turn on his 'friends' is a better offer, or when he simply gets bored of that game.
However, this tom, despite his ways which would have everyone believe otherwise, isn't completely heartless. If anything, he could be a perfectly good, loved cat. All it would take is the right cats holding on long enough to bring the best out in him.
Likes:
-- hunting for himself
-- fighting with tooth and claw
-- manipulating others
-- stargazing
-- upsetting clan cats
-- crossing borders
Dislikes:
-- being bossed around
-- show offs
-- cats who believe in "starclan"
-- being proved wrong
-- not getting his way
-- loosing a fight
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History:
From the start, Deimlo's parents were always, just a bit different. Brought from Wales with their owners, the two kittypets had run away, scared of the new place and, instead of remaining in the safety of their home, moved into the streets. Of course, the two of them were adopted at the same time by the past family, and had been mates for moons, but that still didn't help the surprise of suddenly expecting kits as soon as they moved into the streets of the city. While trying to avoid the dogs and the other gangs of cats, the two managed to become street and country-wise, and, in knowing the time was coming, the two moved to the forest, finding a secluded nest near the old barn.
In many ways, one could say it was the constant moving and the seclusion from the outside world with first caused Deimlo's young mind to develop in a different way, others might say he would have always been the same. But those first few moons with only his parents, well, what else was a kit going to do but have some fun and cause some trouble. The kit was unnamed until he was four moons old, and he convinced his father to take him and teach him to hunt. That was when his mother, the observant cat she was, made it clear that the tom was disturbed, if not in those exact words. Naming him Deimlo, and watching the tom enjoy killing his food, well, what would you have done if your son showed the intent of turning mad?
It was his mother who taught him to fight. Whenever his father would go out hunting, the she-cat, who knew what would happen if the tom grew up the way he was going, tried to knock some sense into the tom, but in a way, only showed him how not to attack a cat, and when her temper flared up, how to do it exactly right. Oh yes, at the age of nine moons, Deimlo was a twisted young cat, and, it was on one of these nights when he was happily shredding a mouse out of boredom, that his mother finally acted, with the intent on killing the small tom before he grew into a murderer. That was the last thing she wanted him to come out like. But, it was her own mistakes that caused her downfall, as the tom mercilessly killed his mother.
The sad thing, he did feel guilty about it. It horrified him. Blood pounded through his ears as he stared at the blood on his paws. Of course, it was at that moment his father came back. The two toms, both in grief, one in anger and the other with a new sense of satisfaction, went to war in a full-out fight. Of course, like the other cat, it had to end in death, with Deimlo finishing the tom who'd help raise him with a quick snap of his jaws. Dangerous and with a lust for blood, the tom ran, simply ran from the bodies and started out into the wild. In a way, he thought that the blood would die down, but, something was wrong in this tom's head, as, even after he'd calmed down, the drumming of his blood never left his ears, the sound of his heartbeat constantly in his ears whenever he's awake, even when he's not.
At the start, he thought it was problematic, caused him to loose his concentration. Many would say, it was the sound which sent him twisted, but really, he'd always been that way. If anything, this just helped him form a beat, a way to move his paws that caught others in a trance, a way of speaking that it reached on an inner level. It was during his eleventh and fifteenth moons that he actually managed to adjust to the noise, learning to flow with it, let the sound of living blood be what drove him. Oh, and did it ever.
Focusing on animals, mostly the small type who could still give a fight, the tom continued to train himself, practice his movements and fighting moves and earning enough small scars to last him a life-time. But, as he grows to maturity, some might say, that it's upon meeting cats he agrees with, that he may actually change. For better in a repairing matter, or for worse, where his bloodlust takes control.
IC Example:
[whitetip - deimlo on In Transit]"Cats can believe what they like, Woodstar. Besides, surely the RuinClan cats are not so far gone as to have completely forgotten StarClan. If we return to them, speak to them in their dreams, perhaps they will come back. Besides, not all of the cats who are now in RuinClan have forgotten us. Some of the elders surely tell stories about us." The oldleader's claws dug into the ground as he tried to flatten his bristling fur, his vivid gaze meeting leapingstar's with an even challenge. "Are you such a leader that you would not want your Clan returned to its former glory? I respect you, dear Woodstar, and I am sorry about why you are here. But even I want RuinClan back. Me, who wanted nothing else than to be the leader of the most powerful Clan. I am ashamed of Phoenixstar's behavior, and in my family, honor is very important, and in order to regain my honor back, and to make my descendants clean of the horrible crime Phoenixstar commited, RuinClan must come back. We must at least try. Besides, if things become too hectic, we can drive them back out."
Oh he wanted to shread that piece of foxdung right there and show him where he could stick his bloody honor. It was that honor that had turned his beloved clan into it's namesake. Before he could move though, Violeteye had stepped up. "No. Look at RuinClan. They are corrupted and foolish. They believe in some great Twoleg in the sky or something along the lines, who apparantly created everything, even cats. How stupid can you get? Everyone knows that we came from LeopardClan, LionClan and TigerClan. The RuinClan cats have turned against their ancestors - even if we could send them out, they're dangerous. Who knows what they could tell the remaining, sane Clans? Look. We let RuinClan run off before. What Phoenixstar did was terrible, sure. I don't like the tom. But we probably could have fought a little harder to keep RuinClan around if we had really wanted to. Things are fine the way they are now. Why change a good thing? Fool."
He felt a wave of graditude toward the tabby she-cat and was going to voice so before she spoke again. "Maybe RuinClan coming back are going to cause this "great battle" or whatever. Robinwing is just becoming leader - he won't be ready to battle quite yet. Well, maybe. But that's not the point. Do you think CocoaClan would be happy about this? Lots of cats there remember the battle, and if RuinClan comes back they're going to be afriad of Phoenixstar returning. Which is quite possible - none of us knows if he's really dead, do we? And Reedstar would probably have a caniption. Every cat fears change down there. Some cats would expect Reedstar to chase them back off, and, well... I don't think he'd do it." Why should he have to? It was good to know that the new clan's leader had the sense to know where others belonged. If they didn't bring the clan back though, no one would worry, and it would give the tom further time to prove himself.
"Of course he wouldn't run them out! I know reedstar inside out and he hasn't got the heart to. He's a coward who hide behind his warriors. Always has been." Whitetip's voice was just a mumble within everyone else's. "Look. This is a bad idea. I've got bad vibes, and I've been up here longer than both of you. I've seen some pretty crazy stuff go down. And this... this feels like it'll bring nothing but choas. Why do we need a fourth Clan, anyway? Except to bring back one cat's 'honor'. Serpentwings and his scar-faced apprentice aren't honorable enough for you? We all know Blazingscar is destined for something big. He'll bring you your precious honor back." Exactly.Woodstar exchanged a grateful look to the she-cat before the ginger tom leapt back to his paws. "Maybe his destiny is to bring RuinClan back!"
Just before either he or Whitetip could get a word in though, Vinesnarl made his appearance, starting off with a slow drawl of an entry. Uh huh, riiight, listen, listen. Now, let's. I see a ragtag group of cats panicking over a sign they hadn't interpreted yet. You all seem so certain that you interpreted it correctly. But all of you could be wrong. All we know for sure is that RuinClan, RimeClan, whatever the hell ya wanna call it's comin' back to haunt us. We dunno if it's that event or something directly related to it that will cause this so-called "war." I say we just tell the medicine cats what we know already. Leave it up to their interpretation. So what if they Ruiners are totally different? They're gonna come back, anyhows. StarClan doesn't control what goes on down there." Woodstar looked down at his paws.The medicine catmay speak the truth, but it didn't help that he wasn't exactly choosing a side.
"As for Reedstar goin' as crazy as a fox, need I remind you that a sign is left up for interpretation? If we don't tell they to git rid of those Ruiners, then the pressures from the other cats have no basis to 'em. And if it makes you feel any better, I could tell Owlgaze to tell 'em to leave Reedy alone. If of course Cyberstar doesn't get to 'im, first." Whitetip's sharp amber gaze met the past leader's with a smirk before turning back to Vinesnarl. He was the old tom's first deputy, and really, if it hadn't been for that stupid quarrel with badwolf, he would've been leader right then. "You better get your wits together. When the medicine cats can't give guidance, everyone turns ta you. And if you're climbing over each other over the return of a simple Clan, well, I think ya guys'll cause more chaos for yourselves than Ruiners will cause for you. I could hear your yowlin' all the way across the fields, which is no good, because I was trying to sleep! Imagine how it would be like for the cats you're supposed to guide! Now, if that's through, I'll just be on my way back to where I was sleepin' before."
Whitetip snorted. "Okay then you old fleabag, go enjoy your little nap, feel of all thoughts of impending chaos," he meowed smoothly, his voice almost cheerful as he looked toward the next speaking cat as Woodstar did. Neither caught Fallingfeather's first set of words. "Just shut it why don't you! If you don't want to be a part of this decision then just leave!" Whitetip's lips turned with a smirk as he looked over the she-cat curiously. Now here was an interesting cat. Woodstar meanwhile stood up to face the she-cat as she turned her attention at him. "And you! This is your Clan! Just because of what happened all those moons ago doesn't mean you can just sit up here and do nothing to help your Clan-mates! You should be the one to help them the most, Phoenixstar isn't in charge of CocoaClan anymore, Reedstar is. If we told the Clans that RuinClan needed to come back, then it would be done. Before Phoenixstar we have always had four Clans; and honestly that's the way it should be. It isn't right to let the Clans go on believing that they are the only Clans here on the island. Something needs to be done!"
"You just think you know everything don't you she-cat!?" He spat, storming forward to stand directly in the she-cat's face, his gray and white fur pricking with anger as he stared directly at her. "My Clan-mates would never have fled their home, never would've given up their faith and by the name of StarClan ourselves, never would've started killing their own families!" His voice was more of a deafening roar as he glared down at the she-cat. "Every bloody cat down there rememebers the battle, and every cat down there knows there are survivors. if they believed that there needed to be another clan they would've seeked them out themselves! Like Vinesnarl said, we have no bloody control over what happens down there fox-dung!"
Through his own uproar, Woodstar didn't hear Brownstripe's speech at all and frankly couldn't care less. the she-cat was a spitfire and as bad as her daughter, who from the images he'd caught other cats watching, needed to grow a heart if she was ever going to make a useful medicine cat. Who'd gone and sent the sign for that again? "I really don't care if RimeClan comes back to the clans." Both Woodstar and Whitetip's attention was snatched to the black tom as he spoke. "I, just like all of us here, once was a Clan cat, and I know for a fact that the territories of the clans can host another clan. I personally think that Phoenixstar was wrong to chase RimeClan away, and I wouldn't mind if they came back. Although, I believe if it's decided that they should come back that we have a cat from each clan go to smooth things over with them before they come back."
"The clans could do with another point of view added back to their forest. They have been growing too lenient, too lax, and I believe it's time for a change. If RimeClan does come back to the clans, it would definitely shock them into living their lives as better warriors and we can be sure that they would keep their eyes on RimeClan. The clans are not weak by any means, but I think the renewal of RimeClan would help make them even strong and even work vigilant to their surroundings." Whitetip gave a sly purr, raising an eyebrow at Panthersong, while Woodstar considered the tom's words before his vivid green gaze flickered back to Fallingfeather. "Harsh it may be but it's the truth. As Woodstar says RuinClan is no more. The cats there do no know our ways nor do they walk the skies we do. If they did surely they would be here right now with us and this conversation would never be happening! Bringing them back will not restore honor, it will only make things worse. I may not look like it but I have seen many things in my long existence I can see that the return of this new RineClan will not bring peace. V-Violeteye is right who know what they could fill our children's minds with? How will you cling to your honor when our kin no longer believe in us?"
Otterpaw had attracted all the attention back to him again as he sat there, considering all arguements. "You say tell the Clans? I suppose we could, but what if they make the wrong choice. What do you suggest then? I believe it would be best to simply observe their behavior first. Perhaps if we send some Clan warriors off to go see how truly different they are then the Clans will gain the knowledge to properly deal with this." Woodstar nodded thoughtfully at the tom's words but before he could do anything else, Flickershard decided to speak. "So you think we should give up on one of our Clans simply because they don't believe in us? Did you see what was done to them? I wouldn't believe in us either Otterpaw." "And you think that had anything to do with StarClan? Fool." Woodstar meowed darkly, turning his poison gaze onto Flickershard.
"We stood by while their families were slaughtered and they were driven from their homes. We stood by while Pheonixeye destroyed their beloved Clan and yet we still expect them to believe we love them? I may have slept through most of my StarClan existence but I'm not stupid. They needed us and where were we? Sitting safely here in our little patch of Paradise. Not only that but when Hale came offering hope did we try to change their minds? NO! So I say that not only should we bring RuinClan home but we should send a StarClan warrior to do it. How else will they believe in us? We cannot ask the Clans to force them back just as we cannot force their belief. We can only ask. So what if they tell their own stories? It is up to each cat to choose what he or she believes in. The Clans believe in StarClan because they know in their hearts it is what is right for them. But what is right for us is not right for every cat. Remember that. And if the rest of you are too mouse-brained to do it yourselves I will go bring back RuinClan on my own."
"Oh shut it you daft old fleabag," Whitetip meowed sharply, sneering as he climbed to his paws, a bored look to his icy gaze. Strolling forward, the biazarre-looking tom looked around the gathered cats, hisbody moving smoothly, slyly with an air of convincing confidence. He was well known for how he could speak, how he could convince anyone to do almost anything. Call it a veil of hypnotism, with a dash of brainwashing. "Everyone here has their own view and everyone brings up good points, but we all must acknowledge several. First off, RuinClan are not the same clan that ran from their old territory. Secondly, here in StarClan, we are only an offer of support and guidance, but we cannot control what anyone actually does."
Letting his gaze meet Vinesnarl's for a moment, he turned his blue eyes to Flickershard. "if you call yourself the good crusader here, why didn't you contact the survivours and offer them comfort and guidance when they needed it. Why didn't anyone? This is our own fault, everyone can see that. Woodstar, your clan fought, but did not fight together, therefore it being it's own downfall. leapingstar, you let your clan go out of your reins and did not see Phoenixeye's intents and banish him when it needed doing so, so that can also be blamed on you. Everyone else here would've offered some paw, in how they got run out, and how every clan behaves toward the issue now." Pausing after letting his gaze meet every set of eyes there, he gave his most dashing grin, blue eye glinting. "So, why do we fight over the course of events? Maybe we should let CocoaClan heal their own mistake, leave that to Reedstar, call it a trial of passage to see if he's a worthy leader after all? Ifchaos is to come, it'll come, oh yes it will. The clans are remembered by RuinClan, and one day, if wedon't accept them now with open paws, they'll find there own way to come and break apart the clans that shattered their clan themselves."
Standing in his own space with no oneclose by, he gave a laugh. "If you disagree, why don'twe sort thislittle tiff like true warriors!?" Unsheathing his claws, Whitetip grinned, and turned his gaze back to otterpaw, facing him fully. "Or is StarClan's favourite apprentice going to show how he knows nothing at all?"
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Who Are You?
Cougarr.
How Did You Find Us?
Smally.
Other Characters:
Cougarkit (cougarr), Elmfrost (elmfrost), Skypaw (skyy)
