Post by Elphie on May 31, 2008 14:37:22 GMT -5
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Name; Krezirk
Gender; Tom
Age; 53 some moons.
Clan; RockClan
Rank; Warrior
Description;A grizzly old tom who might fit into the "tabby cat" category. With a predominantly grey pelt, Krezirk has, instead of the typical tabby markings, a back freckled with rusty golden fur. His paws were once white, though they might be permanently stained with dust and grime, as he goes not take as good care of himself as he should. His eyes are like the sky on a very overcast day, grey. Though they may seem as if they had a yellow tint to them at times. His tail is shorter then the average, looking rather stumpy and dull. He has a large build, big bones and strong muscles make him an ideal guard. Krezirk was born with two defects. He was born with a shrunken, crippled, and useless right ear, through which he can not hear a sound. The second, slightly more useful, is the fact that he has an extra claw on both his front paws. Though not a life changing defect, it gives him a slight advantage in the right circumstances, unfortunately it is constantly catching on things a normal claw would not.
Personality;With a strong dislike of anything that troubles his sleep, Krezirk is grouchy, ungrateful, and rude. He has no real friends and perhaps the only reason the Clan puts up with him is because he is very skilled in what he does. He can't stand Kits and hates any young cat. He prefers to spend quality miserable time with his wretched self, whom he can't stand either. He does, however, have a secret admiration for true rogues (the mean ones). This does not stop him from knocking their insides silly when they are trespassing on his territory, but he does not loath them quite as much as he does the rest of the world. Warning! Do not try to befriend him! Your fruitless attempts will all be in vein. His only fear is death, because he in uncertain he will be accepted by the next world. And if not, then what would become of him?
History; Krezirk can not remember his own kitten-hood, perhaps if he could he would be a little nicer towards the young, perhaps not. His mother and father passed on many moons ago, leaving Krezirk and a brother. Krezirk's brother was always nice to him, he was always kind and understanding. Krezirk hated him with a passion. He could not say why, but the goody-two-shoes really drove him nuts! Perhaps, since he was Krezirk's elder by an odd number of minutes, he felt it was his responsibility to make sure his younger brother had a friend. If Krezirk had know this he would most likely have ripped out his throat, he hatted nothing more then to be reminded that Kaza would always be watching over him. Luckily for Krezirk his brother disappeared one night and was never seen again. Krezirk felt no sorrow, no curiosity, no nothing. He just hopped his sibling wouldn't come back. He got his wish.
Not long after Kaza disappeared Krezirk joined RockClan, he was large enough to barge through other cats territory without permission, and the future clan welcomed his talents, if not his personality.
Kin; Kaza
Mate; None, he hates everyone.
Crush; That means everyone.
Kits; He especially hates kits.
Role Play Example;
Not needed.
Name; Krezirk
Gender; Tom
Age; 53 some moons.
Clan; RockClan
Rank; Warrior
Description;A grizzly old tom who might fit into the "tabby cat" category. With a predominantly grey pelt, Krezirk has, instead of the typical tabby markings, a back freckled with rusty golden fur. His paws were once white, though they might be permanently stained with dust and grime, as he goes not take as good care of himself as he should. His eyes are like the sky on a very overcast day, grey. Though they may seem as if they had a yellow tint to them at times. His tail is shorter then the average, looking rather stumpy and dull. He has a large build, big bones and strong muscles make him an ideal guard. Krezirk was born with two defects. He was born with a shrunken, crippled, and useless right ear, through which he can not hear a sound. The second, slightly more useful, is the fact that he has an extra claw on both his front paws. Though not a life changing defect, it gives him a slight advantage in the right circumstances, unfortunately it is constantly catching on things a normal claw would not.
Personality;With a strong dislike of anything that troubles his sleep, Krezirk is grouchy, ungrateful, and rude. He has no real friends and perhaps the only reason the Clan puts up with him is because he is very skilled in what he does. He can't stand Kits and hates any young cat. He prefers to spend quality miserable time with his wretched self, whom he can't stand either. He does, however, have a secret admiration for true rogues (the mean ones). This does not stop him from knocking their insides silly when they are trespassing on his territory, but he does not loath them quite as much as he does the rest of the world. Warning! Do not try to befriend him! Your fruitless attempts will all be in vein. His only fear is death, because he in uncertain he will be accepted by the next world. And if not, then what would become of him?
History; Krezirk can not remember his own kitten-hood, perhaps if he could he would be a little nicer towards the young, perhaps not. His mother and father passed on many moons ago, leaving Krezirk and a brother. Krezirk's brother was always nice to him, he was always kind and understanding. Krezirk hated him with a passion. He could not say why, but the goody-two-shoes really drove him nuts! Perhaps, since he was Krezirk's elder by an odd number of minutes, he felt it was his responsibility to make sure his younger brother had a friend. If Krezirk had know this he would most likely have ripped out his throat, he hatted nothing more then to be reminded that Kaza would always be watching over him. Luckily for Krezirk his brother disappeared one night and was never seen again. Krezirk felt no sorrow, no curiosity, no nothing. He just hopped his sibling wouldn't come back. He got his wish.
Not long after Kaza disappeared Krezirk joined RockClan, he was large enough to barge through other cats territory without permission, and the future clan welcomed his talents, if not his personality.
Kin; Kaza
Mate; None, he hates everyone.
Crush; That means everyone.
Kits; He especially hates kits.
Role Play Example;
Not needed.