Post by Fernpaw on Mar 11, 2006 7:45:29 GMT -5
Before I start to post on my NightClan character, I just wanted to say that I want to post just the history of Rancour (because I think it's really good.) So, after I post it and an admin says "no", I'll delete it. I just wanted you all to read about his history and stuff.
Display Name: (The name that you go by) Fernkit
Characters: (All of your characters) Fernkit, Firen
RP Example: (Must have these things in it - Character's personality, character's description, at least 10 sentences, and shows how well you can RP) Glowing sallow eyes peered through the early morning fog as the wind rustled gently in the leaves of an ancient oak tree. The frost crackled on the ground as the early, pale yellow rays of the sun began to emerge, creating a rather other-worldly effect through the leaves of the tree.
The sallow pools blinked for a moment, then their owner took a tentative step forwards, to an area where in the fog was thinning. A few more paces brought their owner to the edge of a small puddle in which, for some reason, the fog was thinner.
It was now that you could see a part of this cat, beyond his two yellow pools. He was large for a tom of his age, his age closer to that of a newly made warrior. His dark ebonite pelt was “shaggy” sticking to his mangy fur in clumps. He had other features, but his mangy pelt was the most obvious of them all.
Rancour is a fairly large brute, or at least is considered to be one, to any cat from his old terra. He’s about ¼ larger than your average brute, but he’s not all that muscley (if it’s not a word I just made it up ) and is actually on the more scrawny side. His fur hangs to his bones like decaying meat on a bone, and sticks to his pelt in clumps. His pelt is dark ebonite with a blue hint when he is under direct sunlight, and when he is in the dark, but when he’s in partial light, it looks more brown than black. On this strange pelt of his, on the left side there is a scar leading from just above his ribs, leading down to the tip of his tassel. His pools are a ghostly, other-worldly sallow colour (also known as yellow) and his left aud is slightly brighter than the other. His maw is ringed in a grey which is barely lighter than black. Running from between his auds to the tip of his tassel is a maroon line, which is about as thick as the tip of an average tom’s maw. His front paws are lightly “dusted” with the same maroon colour.
The brute, who was dubbed Rancour, licked a few drops of water from the puddle he had stopped alongside, and then continued his aimless wandering.
Non-stop for a few hours he continued, until the fog disappeared and the frigid winter sun beat down upon his dark ebony pelt. It was then that he stopped, noticing the scent marks upon the terra before him.
He sat, wrapping his pathetic excuse for a tassel round his forelegs, and he began to lick a week’s worth of grime and dirt off of his mangy pelt, his pink tongue wiping away the dirt easily.
Once all the grime was gone, the brute remained sitting. He knew he was within another Clan’s lands, and he didn’t want to intrude by forcing his presence upon them. He would just simply wait, and hope that before long, a member of the Clan would come along, informing him of what he was to do next. His dream was to enter NightClan and have his name become known and feared throughout the land.
Rancour is what some would call “demonic” and what others would call “misled”, really he’s the latter of the two. From the time when he was a kit, Rancour has always been an outcast, and he learned to deal with it the only way he really could, by taking it back onto the cats who hurt him. As he grew older and his general dislike to cats grew, and soon he learned that all cats were only out there to hurt him, which could be no farther from the truth.
He looks down upon all cats, at least in the beginning to help himself feel better about himself, but he tends to get hurt a lot that way.
Rancour is simply, only evil. He has a hate towards all cats which grows steadily day-by-day.
He does have a weakness, which is that in addition to hating all cats, he fears them as well and will bow down to any of them.
It wasn’t exactly exciting, but it was probably the right thing to be doing, so Rancour did it anyways, though he was bored, and there were thousands of things he’d rather be doing. As he waited for some cat to come along and challenged him, the tom had time to contemplate about his history.
Rancour was born into a average-sized Clan far away, beyond Twolegplace and the mountains where the Cave Dwellers live, at least for the time in his homeland. He had his uncle, Mamut, his parents, and of course, his “loving” twin sister, Magisax (same as Magi, that’s another story though). He grew up happily, learning to hunt with his sister, chasing after butterflies, your average kitphood for a cat in that time.
Then, on the day of Rancour’s 1 and a ½ birthday, the famine began. The rabbits, voles, mice, birds and other prey began to migrate, and three months later, the Clan split up, each of the five members going in their own separate directions.
As Rancour wandered, searching for his own Clan, he was rejected by all of them, called “a curse” among other, not so nice things. After searching for six months, feeding off of crowfood, the only food he could find, Rancour managed to find himself a Clan.
All went well in this new Clan Rancour had found himself, which consisted of a fea named Nightingale, a fea named Marigana, their parents, and their aunt, Astarale.
Rancour and Nightngale fell in love, and though Gale’s father didn’t permit them to do so, they became mates. Gale’s father fell into a deathly rage, and attacked Rancour, in the battle that insued, Gale’s father lost the battle, and in turn, his leadership.
Gale’s parents fled, but her sister, Marigana, remained behind to be the “slave” for Gale and Cour. Mari grew to resent the two, and one day attacked Gale, leaving her blind, then fled.
Angered, Rancour ran after Mari, to punish her. In his journeys for revenge, he stumbled across the land known as Luansair, where Mari, now known as Nighta had been living.
Cour too fell in love with Luansair, and remained there for a year, where he was reunited with his sister, Magi. But he was frowned upon, for Nighta was well respected and he was known as the one who wanted to kill her. He had gone from leader to nothing.
Rancour remembered feeling that he knew that he must start again, with no history, and he wandered into this land, where he is hoping that here he can find a Clan where he fits in. To find some other cats whose only wish is to bring pain to others.
The tom shook his mangy pelt, as if shaking away the memories of his past. As he waited, the noon-day sun became too hot upon poor Rancour’s dark pelt, so he easily wandered over to the soothing shade of a tree, and was amused by the sunstreaks “floating” down upon the frosted ground before him, creating their own little patterns.
And still, Rancour waited, waiting, waiting, always waiting….
Why you should get this character: (At least 3-5 reasons) I think I should get this character because I feel like I can RP with this character to the utmost extent of my abilities. As you have seen from the post above (which took hours by the way), I have spent much of my time creating this character and shaping his personality and profile to my satisfaction. Plus, I think I can RP well with evil characters. I feel like I did a good job with Tigerpelt (though he was not entirely evil) and I feel I'll be able to work with Rancour's "demonic" nature quite nicely.
Display Name: (The name that you go by) Fernkit
Characters: (All of your characters) Fernkit, Firen
RP Example: (Must have these things in it - Character's personality, character's description, at least 10 sentences, and shows how well you can RP) Glowing sallow eyes peered through the early morning fog as the wind rustled gently in the leaves of an ancient oak tree. The frost crackled on the ground as the early, pale yellow rays of the sun began to emerge, creating a rather other-worldly effect through the leaves of the tree.
The sallow pools blinked for a moment, then their owner took a tentative step forwards, to an area where in the fog was thinning. A few more paces brought their owner to the edge of a small puddle in which, for some reason, the fog was thinner.
It was now that you could see a part of this cat, beyond his two yellow pools. He was large for a tom of his age, his age closer to that of a newly made warrior. His dark ebonite pelt was “shaggy” sticking to his mangy fur in clumps. He had other features, but his mangy pelt was the most obvious of them all.
Rancour is a fairly large brute, or at least is considered to be one, to any cat from his old terra. He’s about ¼ larger than your average brute, but he’s not all that muscley (if it’s not a word I just made it up ) and is actually on the more scrawny side. His fur hangs to his bones like decaying meat on a bone, and sticks to his pelt in clumps. His pelt is dark ebonite with a blue hint when he is under direct sunlight, and when he is in the dark, but when he’s in partial light, it looks more brown than black. On this strange pelt of his, on the left side there is a scar leading from just above his ribs, leading down to the tip of his tassel. His pools are a ghostly, other-worldly sallow colour (also known as yellow) and his left aud is slightly brighter than the other. His maw is ringed in a grey which is barely lighter than black. Running from between his auds to the tip of his tassel is a maroon line, which is about as thick as the tip of an average tom’s maw. His front paws are lightly “dusted” with the same maroon colour.
The brute, who was dubbed Rancour, licked a few drops of water from the puddle he had stopped alongside, and then continued his aimless wandering.
Non-stop for a few hours he continued, until the fog disappeared and the frigid winter sun beat down upon his dark ebony pelt. It was then that he stopped, noticing the scent marks upon the terra before him.
He sat, wrapping his pathetic excuse for a tassel round his forelegs, and he began to lick a week’s worth of grime and dirt off of his mangy pelt, his pink tongue wiping away the dirt easily.
Once all the grime was gone, the brute remained sitting. He knew he was within another Clan’s lands, and he didn’t want to intrude by forcing his presence upon them. He would just simply wait, and hope that before long, a member of the Clan would come along, informing him of what he was to do next. His dream was to enter NightClan and have his name become known and feared throughout the land.
Rancour is what some would call “demonic” and what others would call “misled”, really he’s the latter of the two. From the time when he was a kit, Rancour has always been an outcast, and he learned to deal with it the only way he really could, by taking it back onto the cats who hurt him. As he grew older and his general dislike to cats grew, and soon he learned that all cats were only out there to hurt him, which could be no farther from the truth.
He looks down upon all cats, at least in the beginning to help himself feel better about himself, but he tends to get hurt a lot that way.
Rancour is simply, only evil. He has a hate towards all cats which grows steadily day-by-day.
He does have a weakness, which is that in addition to hating all cats, he fears them as well and will bow down to any of them.
It wasn’t exactly exciting, but it was probably the right thing to be doing, so Rancour did it anyways, though he was bored, and there were thousands of things he’d rather be doing. As he waited for some cat to come along and challenged him, the tom had time to contemplate about his history.
Rancour was born into a average-sized Clan far away, beyond Twolegplace and the mountains where the Cave Dwellers live, at least for the time in his homeland. He had his uncle, Mamut, his parents, and of course, his “loving” twin sister, Magisax (same as Magi, that’s another story though). He grew up happily, learning to hunt with his sister, chasing after butterflies, your average kitphood for a cat in that time.
Then, on the day of Rancour’s 1 and a ½ birthday, the famine began. The rabbits, voles, mice, birds and other prey began to migrate, and three months later, the Clan split up, each of the five members going in their own separate directions.
As Rancour wandered, searching for his own Clan, he was rejected by all of them, called “a curse” among other, not so nice things. After searching for six months, feeding off of crowfood, the only food he could find, Rancour managed to find himself a Clan.
All went well in this new Clan Rancour had found himself, which consisted of a fea named Nightingale, a fea named Marigana, their parents, and their aunt, Astarale.
Rancour and Nightngale fell in love, and though Gale’s father didn’t permit them to do so, they became mates. Gale’s father fell into a deathly rage, and attacked Rancour, in the battle that insued, Gale’s father lost the battle, and in turn, his leadership.
Gale’s parents fled, but her sister, Marigana, remained behind to be the “slave” for Gale and Cour. Mari grew to resent the two, and one day attacked Gale, leaving her blind, then fled.
Angered, Rancour ran after Mari, to punish her. In his journeys for revenge, he stumbled across the land known as Luansair, where Mari, now known as Nighta had been living.
Cour too fell in love with Luansair, and remained there for a year, where he was reunited with his sister, Magi. But he was frowned upon, for Nighta was well respected and he was known as the one who wanted to kill her. He had gone from leader to nothing.
Rancour remembered feeling that he knew that he must start again, with no history, and he wandered into this land, where he is hoping that here he can find a Clan where he fits in. To find some other cats whose only wish is to bring pain to others.
The tom shook his mangy pelt, as if shaking away the memories of his past. As he waited, the noon-day sun became too hot upon poor Rancour’s dark pelt, so he easily wandered over to the soothing shade of a tree, and was amused by the sunstreaks “floating” down upon the frosted ground before him, creating their own little patterns.
And still, Rancour waited, waiting, waiting, always waiting….
Why you should get this character: (At least 3-5 reasons) I think I should get this character because I feel like I can RP with this character to the utmost extent of my abilities. As you have seen from the post above (which took hours by the way), I have spent much of my time creating this character and shaping his personality and profile to my satisfaction. Plus, I think I can RP well with evil characters. I feel like I did a good job with Tigerpelt (though he was not entirely evil) and I feel I'll be able to work with Rancour's "demonic" nature quite nicely.