Post by { { twisted whispers * on Nov 28, 2010 22:43:58 GMT -5
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First Name: Whisper
Characters: None
RP Experience/Level: Forever
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Name: Twistedkid - Twistedpaw - Twistedwhispers
Age: Sixteen Moons
Gender: Female
Picture: Click
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Large calico she-cat with pale emerald eyes. Ivory assaults her underside, taking full advantage of lanky pillars and her whole muzzle, save for an ebonite nose. Black surrounds pale eyes like a mask of horror worn on the Day of the Dead, mixing in with brown as it travels up her skull to tangle with her ears. Down her spine the same patterns - or rather, similar patterns - mix to give her that stunning calico appearance that many seem to adore.
Personality: To describe Twistedwhispers would be impossible or, at least, would take forever. Words do not seem to be able to tell the complete truth about her, always just scraping the top layer of her tough, hazardous outer shell - the shell everyone sees, and only a few can tolerate. Whisper finds it hard to control herself and, while she tries to hide it to protect others, there are times when she just can not keep her multiple sides under control. When they are set loose, it can be dangerous, deadly even. There are points in time where she just doesn't give a rats tail about you, or anyone else, including herself. She'll be your best friend one second, and a back stabbing heartless cat the next. Does she feel guilt? Sometimes. Does it last? Not usually. Guilt is something she had learned to push away and contain in a small, dark corner of her brain. However, when it does come out to play, it ruins her and can leave her completely drained and depressed, pushing her closer and closer to the breaking point. Whisper, however, is not planning a suicide any time soon. Oh no; this girl wants too much to live and isn't quite ready to die just yet. She's got a fierce determination to help others, so that they do no end up like her, and has perfected her acting skills to confuse even the wisest of felines. Whisper can go from begging for mercy, to snapping you neck in a matter of seconds. She can be shy and timid, and than flirty and outgoing. Confused yet? Hope not, there's still a heck of a lot more to go before Whisper's personality is fully described.
History: She was born and raised in ShadowClan, the oldest by five minutes in a litter of two. She had a little brother. The two got along fairly decently, for the most part, but it was obvious from the start that her younger brother was the favorite. Whisper tried everything she could to try and get her parents attention, to get them to say that they loved her. Nothing seemed to work so, eventually, she just gave up. She gave up on a lot of things. Like love. She no longer believes in love thanks to her family, and she never wants to have her own kids. She'd rather adopt. She decided all of this when she was an apprentice, and has only become more.. wild and dangerous. Rambunctious. Crazy, even. And yet, she's still waiting to be loved, to be understood.. to be wanted.
RP Example:Liquid gold orbs narrowed, quickly scanning the camp as he came through the entrance, ivory pillars carrying him stealthy across the shaded clearing that ShadowClan called home. Encased in his maw, the bi-hued tom-cat carried catmint. The sickeningly sweet scent of the plant blocked off all other scents and made Disturbedheart edgy. He didn't like having one of his senses blocked off, but it couldn't be helped. Leaf-Bare was on its way, and herbs would be harder to find once snowflakes coated the earth. Tail tip twitched at the thought, a low growl-like sound leaving his throat, and the medicine cat picked up his pace. Just as he trotted closer toward his den, he spotted a shadowy figure lurking just inside. Who's this in my home? he thought, unable to recognize the cat by scent.
Thinking fast, the wild-eyed tom pranced forward a few more steps before launching himself forward - claws still encased within his padded paws - and landed just before the other feline. Quickly, he turned so his back was not turned toward the possible intruder, and scanned the face of the cat. Just Losteye.. Blinking once at the half-eyeless warrior, Disturbedheart turned away, heading deeper into his den, and silently set his catmint 'pon a well organized batch of herbs. Losteye had come to him. He could speak first.
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