Post by fizzy on Jun 5, 2010 19:23:38 GMT -5
Duskgaze of RiverClan
________________________________________________________________
Name: Duskgaze
Age: 36 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: River
Rank: Warrior
________________________________________________________________
Reason For Name: Dusk for his dark fur, and gaze for his vibrant eyes and his quiet, more watchful personality.
Previous Names: Sootpaw, Ravenkit
________________________________________________________________
One Sentence Description: Solid black tom with a standard build and vibrant blue eyes.
Appearance: Duskgaze is a well built tom. He is quite large, leaning towards the higher end of average for male cats. While he is big, he isn't overly muscular. In fact, if left without a real job and given a constant supply of food, many could and would mistake him for a kittypet. However, given his rank of a warrior, he keeps up in good shape.
His legs are long and thick, giving him an elongated stride and a more powerful strike. This, however, leaves him a bit slower than most. He excels much more at hiding in wait to attack than striking out and chasing down anything. His body simply isn't made for it. Those that are have long and slender legs, a tight belly, long body, and a more streamlined look to them. Duskgaze is more of a brawler, in the fact that he has a very rectangular shaped body that is thick and sturdy.
The only other notable things about his physical appearance are his eyes and his coat. Duskgaze's eyes are a vibrant blue, giving him an intense look to couple with his more quiet nature. His eyes stand out more against his solid, unmarked black pelt. It is glossy and smooth, and while not the softest, is still in remarkably good condition.
________________________________________________________________
Personality: Duskgaze is very much a 'no nonsense' kind of cat. He doesn't have much of a sense of humour, doesn't talk unless spoken to first, and doesn't understand many things that others deem as 'entertainment'. He finds that his job as a warrior is the biggest thing in his life, and frivolities like having kits, flirting with queens, or even joking around with comrades are simply minor things that could potentially compromise his role. Duskgaze takes to heart the saying that 'the clan comes first'. He takes any and all tasks he is assigned very seriously, and will fulfill them to the letter. While he will openly think on his own, and at sometimes take a slightly different route to achieve the same outcome, he more often than not simply does what he is told.
However, beneath the often cold, and indifferent cat that most see, Duskgaze's mind is almost always alight with different thoughts. He doesn't speak much, but he hears and he thinks. He's always curious to learn more, but hesitant to ask anything. Some may say he's shy, but it's not in the way that one might think. Duskgaze isn't afraid of what others will think of his questions; rather, he's not sure if he could fully explain his questions in a way that others would understand. In his mind, his thoughts tend to ramble, and he often confuses even himself. To open up to another and share that tangle of ideas and assumptions would most likely be disastrous.
Likes: Wading in water, Having an impact through the work he does, Being understood fully, Listening to what others have to say, && Having something to do.
Dislikes: Jokes; He simply doesn't understand them, Kits; They often grow weary of him quickly, Being Idle; It's a waste of time and energy, Miscommunication; It happens, but it's always a frustration
________________________________________________________________
History: Duskgaze has had a relatively uneventful life. He was born with no clan, and raised with no clan either. His mother had been the kit of a kittypet who's family had simply let them loose. His mother was unadjusted to living on her own in the elements, and suffered through her short life. Upon conceiving her first and only litter of kittens, it wasn't expected they'd survive. But, through all the troubles she saw, Duskgaze and his siblings arrived on time and in more or less good health. There were eight of them, and while it was a challenge to feed so many hungry mouths, his mother managed well enough.
She saw them past weaning, but it was then that her health had begun to fail. Some of the humans disliked there being so many cats around, and had likely poisoned the food she had eaten. Most of the kits had gone off elsewhere, to find a clan or wander on their own. Duskgaze had stuck around, trying his best to keep his mother and himself in good health. But as his efforts had less and less effect, he thought it best to move away into the countryside.
His mother died early on in the journey, and though he mourned her death, he continued on. Duskgaze was still young at this point, but he matured quickly. He had always been the quiet sort, but his experiences had turned him into a hard and devoted worker, albeit a less social one. He searched for a clan that would fit his type of being, and although he ran into many fine queens willing to start a shambling clan with he and a few other cats, Duskgaze turned them down.
Before long, he came across Riverclan, a name he had heard only once or twice before. It was strange, but alluring. The cats within the clan were very much like himself; he felt at once as if he were coming home. Though a bit older than most apprentices, Duskgaze quickly became an apprentice upon being accepted within their ranks. He learned fast, and fought to prove himself to not only the warrior who trained him, but to his own eyes as well.
Since becoming a full warrior, Duskgaze has held steadfastly to his rank. He seeks neither more power nor more regard with a higher rank, and is quite content with where he is.
IC Example: Erm, it's a horse, as I've had minimal experience with roleplaying cats, but I hope this works?
Standing proud on a ridge overlooking the land, the scarred stallion admired all that he ruled over. It was hot; summer had long since taken the area into it's grasp, drying up any and all excess water. What little plant life survived was tough and tasteless. The sun beat down consistently, leaving the landscape barren and dry. But to Marcello, it was heaven. Any land that proved to be a challenge was his home. His face stern, Marcello snorted indifferently as the wind played at his long mane, small strands whipping about in the air.
Content, the roan made his way down from the perch. The soil was loose and rocky; much of it fell away with each step he took. But with his experience, it was of little difficulty. Before long, Marcello had made it all the way down. The wide open expanse lay before him, and he felt no hesitation before diving into it. The second he came upon flat ground, he broke into an all out run. His hooves pounded into the earth, sending clouds of dust towards the sky in his wake. The muscles beneath his hide rippled with every stride, a thin sheen of sweat building up. The stallion's chest heaved, sucking down air to feed his starving lungs. All the time he ran, Marcello never slowed or faltered. His path was straight and narrow, cutting through the land with ease. His destination was were he hoped to find his love and where he knew he would find what meager shelter there was available. As resourceful as he was, Marcello knew the cruelties of the desert all too well, and would have to slow for water eventually.
But for the time being, he merely enjoyed his freedom. It was what he lived for. He had never been broken, never been tamed, and never been kept from what he loved by the humans. They had tried, and they had failed. As a result, they took everything away from him, abandoning what little pride Marcello had left as they threw him to the island. It was cruel, and fueled a deep hatred for the two leggeds, but the stallion had lived on. Instead of breaking down, giving in, and losing his will, Marcello turned his rage into a means of surviving. As a result, he had made it this far. He had a beautiful mare, who too had known the horrors of the humans, but refused to be tamed by any, whether they be animal or man. He had land, love, and his freedom. Anything more, he could not ask for.
Seeing the small oasis ahead, Marcello's pace began to slow. Indeed, there was nothing more he ever wanted.
________________________________________________________________
Who Are You? The magical Fizznet.
How Did You Find Us? Tackle~
Other Characters: None yet.