Post by Mariposa on Jun 21, 2012 2:03:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;]  [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]ShadowClan[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]Tom[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]35 Moons[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]RANK[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style] | [atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#C09BFC;]FALCONSIGHT[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]Short Appearance strong yet elegant light brown tom with silver eyes and sharp claws Appearance As mentioned above, Falconsight has a light brown pelt marked with several splotches of white along his back. The same pattern for his tail. Where his front legs begin, several dark brown stripes begin and come to an end at his paws. A big fluffy white bundle of fur spikes up at his neck and back of his head. The white continues all the way to his underbelly. His snout is whte as well. Falconsight's eyes are not dull, but a bright gray. Personality :;: unpredictable Among his flaws, one is worthy of mention. Ususally when he gets angry, he remains calm. Keeping his cool. But, being angry is not the same as being enraged. Falonsight is not himself when rage clouds his judgement, but rather a bloodthirsty beast. To anger him this much is hard to achieve though. :;: kind Falconsight has a big heart in which many cats can fit in. He believes everyone deserves forgival for their actions, no matter how atrocious they are. As for romantic love, he hopes the gap will be filled eventually. :;: humorous In these dark times, who doesn't need a laugh every now then? It is hard to even chuckle, but this does not prevent Falconsight from trying to cheer you up. :;: perfectionist, not a crazy one though From a young age, he was taught to excel at everything he could. He has not forgotten this, but the fiery urge to do so has dimmed somewhat though. Falconsight still hates to fail at something he tries, and see that others suceeded. :;: a rather particular liking for scaly critters Falconsight really likes lizards, especially bright green ones or black with yellow stripes. He finds it entertaining to look at them while the critters bathe in the sunlight, afterwards chasing them when they seek the safety of their hideout. Hush, keep this secret well, it is something Falconsight would like to become common knowledge. History Falconsight was born in a litter of four to his mother Cherryblossom and father Blackmarrow. The other three kits don't matter much to the story, as they died within the first week after their birth. From the very beginning, Blackmarrow wanted his only son to be the best in everything. And Falconkit would do anything to please his father. So from a very young age, Falconkit would try to run faster than the other kits, or the toughest to beat at play-fighting. Of course, one can never hope to be perfect, and as often as he suceeded he too, failed. Blackmarrow, though stern, was never cruel to his son about this. He would only look away in dissapointment. Cherryblossom was a whole other matter. She did not care at what her son was good or bad. She loved Falconkit and that was all the kit cared about. When the time for apprenticeship came, the now called Falconpaw was a natural at everything. A quick learner. But as said before, he was never perfect. Falconpaw had many failures. Several apprentices were better than him in many things, more than he would have liked to, however, he did not allow this to let him down. One way or another, Falconpaw managed to please his father. Cherryblossom and Blackmarrow did not get to see their son become a warrior. They had, somehow, died. Falconpaw was never told what happened to them. And if the others knew, they feigned ignorance. He did not mourn long, for the excitement of becoming a warrior in full was great. Eventually, the time came to receive his full name: Falconsight. Not much has happened since then, except for the issues with Thunderclan. He is skeptical about letting other cats into their territory. However, he is tolerant. Or was, as Cedarstar was found dead. His fury was great, but he does not blame the Thunderclan cats entirely, as he finds no blame against them. After all, what reason did they have to kill their leader? Cedarstar had agreed to share a territory with cats they didn't really get along with. Those cats should be grateful, not seeking blood. He hopes the true culprit will be found, and punished. Roleplay Sample It was a moonless night. A beautiful night in the eyes of Falconsight. He was sitting in a rock staring at the nothingness. Unlike the others, he found darkness as a comfortable place to think about what troubles one's mind. And Falconsight was thinking heavily about the past, reminiscing his days as apprentice. Remembering how easy life was when he was nothing but a kit. The tom let out a sigh and jumped off the flat surface he had been upon. He then began to walk. Deep inside he hoped to find a lizard to ease his troubled mind. He knew as well this was impossible as few lizards ever come out at night. It was too cold, and lizards liked warm sunshine to bathe in. Or did they not come out because they were scared of the nocturnal predators? On that thought, Falconsight almost missed two gleaming yellow orbs in the bushes. He turned his head to where the "eyes" had been and found nothing. A cat from another clan, or some mischiveous animal trying to disturb him, perhaps? The sharp-clawed tom didn't like the thought of anything sneaking on him. He found it uncomfortable to know something could see him, but that he could not see it. Falconsight continued his walk in the cold darkness as he made his way back to camp. He tried to ignore what he had seen, or thought he had seen, but for some reason he found it hard to dismiss the feeling of being watched by something he had no knowledge of. He would investigate this later, when there was light and he could see all around him.[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]CODED BY RAIN OF ON THE EDGE![/style] |
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