Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Apr 9, 2006 13:59:55 GMT -5
((Photo of apprentice-aged Coldpaw.))
Basics
Name: Named Owlface for now. Was called Coldpaw at first, and then Echo.
Do you honor?: By name, but not by soul.
Age: 45 moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Appearance: As a first, you can look at the photo above and check out the main things.
As a second, you can read her current description.
Owlface looks a lot older than she is. Her pelt sags faintly off of her body, ripples of loose skin hanging from her bones like cloth draped over a branch. This trait is mainly apparent on her face and around her eyes, where great bags form from constant lack of sleep. The slumped posture she takes up when either walking or sitting strongly aggravates her weak and deprived look, with her neck bent as if in submission or her back slanting forwards in a way that betrays her intense - and constant - exhaustion.
However, even though she looks like an ancient cat ready to take up the rank of elder, Owlface has a strange luster to her coat which tells of common sense and an instinct for cleanliness. The fur which covers her slightly drooping coat is mainly a faintly cream-hued ivory, except for her face, ears, paws, haunches and tail, which are a silvered blue, darker at the head. It is slick and smooth, showing that she cleans it constantly, and not a single bur can be seen sticking out of it.
The strange bluish tint that covers her ends is mainly present on her legs, going up to the elbows or knees and then fading away to the hip or shoulder. The one difference is that a single spot of brilliant white, hardly apparent in the already pale color of her mits, is present on the surface of each and every one of her toes, giving her the name she had once known: Coldpaw. However, it also gave way to stinging and insulting nicknames such as 'Cold Fingers'. The only thing she ever replied to these taunts and jokes was 'As if my toes were ever frozen.'
Her left forepaw is missing, along with one of her right frontal paw's toes; the one on the far left, to be precise. This adds to the impression of vulnerability emanating from her every pore. She limps along, wincing if her stump ever touches the ground.
Scars mark her entire face, and even though the main part of her fur is kept clean and neat, her facial appearance is quite fierce. One of her eyes, the right one, has a thick claw-scar running over its lid. Her nose is split in two, a thin ridge separating both halves. A laceration of claw-marks bars her right cheek, one of these being the scar across her eye. Half of her right ear is ripped off, while the left one is nipped at the top.
Her eyes were once a startlingly bright blue, the color of a summer stream or the cloudless sky on a clear day. Now the left one, the only one she can see out of, is turning to a pale, ashen gray, and the other one, blinded since it was scarred, is a misted silver, unclear and faint.
Even though she looks overall defeated, beaten and crushed, a thin smile is always present on her face. Maybe it is because she knows something someone else does it, or because she's survived so many terrible ordeals. Either way, not one cat knows much. Even she claims to ignore why she smiles.
RP Example:
Current Clan: Windclan.
Previous Clan(s): Riverclan at first, and then rogues.
Rank: Warrior.
Breed: Blue-point siamese x Burmese, though she's mostly siamese.
Personality:
Kit - Coldkit was her name in those long-gone days. She was a rebellious young cat, thinking one thing and saying another. She was a bit sly, you could say, molding one's impression about her, but was also kind, helping who she could when she was able to. The only ones she refused to aid were her two brothers, Ashkit and Dustkit. They teased her all the time about the strange markings on her toes, prodding, joking and mocking the replies she created, even though they were quite witty, as many had to admit. Even then, she had a quick mind, finding out what to say and when to say it. The plans she created to get back at her two older brothers were simple yet effective, and she was always content with the outcome, even if it was not just as she had thought it would be. 'Everyone makes mistakes', as she would have said.
Apprentice - At the beginning of her apprenticeship, she was already quite different from the rest of the litter. Her attitude was calm and composed, while Crowkit's, always so afraid and shy, was submissive, Ashkit's, who was always bragging and strutting about, was pleased and smug, and Dustkit's, like most kits, was plain excited. She accepted her mentor with a seriousness uncommon to her, and only gave a slight smile to her mother as she was congratulated. It was as if she was unhappy at becoming an apprentice, or didn't care at all.
Later, however, her attitude completely changed. Her mother, Blacksoul, kitted another litter and died. Two of her five kits were still-borns, and only three survived. Coldkit's, now Coldpaw, father was devastated at his mate's death and sank into a state of intense depression. Coldpaw become more and more inverted, recoiling on herself, absorbing the insults she received instead of pushing them away.
Rogue - And then her life was pushed down even more. At her exile, she became furious, and vowed to kill the cats of Riverclan one by one. A fierce snarl of pure hate and dislike was pasted on her face at all times, destroying the rather passive impression she had made on others before. Isn't it strange how, even if you start calm, kind and gentle, as soon as you show a hint of fierceness or bloodlust everycat thinks you are some kind of monster? They always remember that you turned into a horrible beast, and do not take the fact that you have returned to your previous attitude. It was exactly what happened to Coldpaw. ever since she was exiled, they all thought she was just some killer out for blood, and had not been anything else since the beginning. Her quick-witted responses became biting insults, the venging plans evil plots, and the seemingly gentle act a simple way to get everyone to trust her. Echo was her new name. Echo. The shell of herself.
Prisoner -
Warrior -
History:
Kit -
Apprentice -
Rogue -
Prisoner -
Warrior -
Additional Information
Height: 1.2 feet at the shoulder.
Weight: 15 pounds.
Mother: Blacksoul, burmese feline.
Father: Cloudfur, blue-point siamese feline.
Siblings
Male --
Closest male siblings - Ashface, alive and kicking ; Dustpelt, dead.
Farther male siblings - Cinderpaw, dead.
Female -
Closest female siblings - Crowpaw, dead.
Farther female siblings - Winterkit, dead ; Ravenpaw, dead.
Kits
Male --
Blood, dead ; Bone, dead ; Venom, dead.
Female --
Adder, dead ; Murmur, living with Ashface.
The Codewords
'Zeik' and 'The Ancient Ways'.
((Please note that if ((Finished.)) is not a the end of sections such as description, personality, etc., it means that the section is under construction.))
((Attention Attention. All who want to play Ashface, PM me. If there are more than one, RP examples will be taken. If there is one, then that person gets Ash. If there are none, I get to RP him. The delay is set to Friday, the 14th of April. Thank you.))
((Out of bio note:
Muehehehe...I had so much fun with this char. She's pretty difficult to describe, since she's been through so much. If you have read The Tale of Cold Fingers, you'll recognise the main character, Coldkit, in an older form. Of course, she looks different, but I like this new appearance.
And, of course, it will take a long time to write xP So gimme some time, will ya?))
