Post by novac on Jun 18, 2016 11:24:11 GMT -6
witherTOM
8 moons
Crow
THE ALLIANCE
PANSEXUAL
True Neutral
stR 015
sPD 005
AGY 005
RFX 005
END 015
VIT 010
RES 015
WIP 005
INT 010
WIS 010
PER 005
total stats
100
total pen
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ONTHE OUTSIDE
WITHER► BRIEF,
Abrupt yet creative, the young man choose a name to represent a more hardy means of long-term destruction. His actions may appear small within the moment, but the culmination of his varied efforts will destroy anyone or anything.
A somali tom with yellow eyes
► APPEARANCE,
Everyone knows those old west movies, where the heroic aged cowboy saves the small town. His greatest enemy, and most stereotyped foe, is a hard-core Native American who always looks mildly to grotesquely upset; probably about being cast in the role. There you have it. He has the dirty wrinkles of the old man, the color of the Arizona outback, and the disposition of a warrior being underutilized and misrepresented.
Think sturdy and tall. Not quite buff-enough-to-rip-off-his-shirt, but he's certainly no bean-poll. Wither has the body for strength and endurance, and certainly won't ever excel in an Olympic race. His tail looks as if it's another cat, and probably could be. Around his neck is a particularly thick mane of fur, but the rest of his body seems to have preferred a shorter cut.
He's the color of hot sand, mixed with a layer of cayenne pepper and topped with some volcanic ash.
ONTHE INSIDE
BUG► TRAITS,
His adoptive mother thought it was cute enough, as well as particularly fitting. What was more innocent than a tiny, dirty bug?
Negative
Steely, Cynical, Internalizing, Mechanical, Narrow-minded, Nihilistic, Theif, Forgetful
Positive
Aspiring, Level-headed, Focused, Innovative, Perfectionist, Practical, Rational, Stoic
► PERSONALITY,
First Glance
When your eyes lay on the child they see a hardy young man, a soldier waiting for his orders. He appears the studious and loyal follower. Whatever his commander orders he dutifully enacts with precision and care, not matter the magnitude or grotesqueness of the task.
Second Take
Trying to engage him in conversation is a meaningless task; you meet a brick wall of disinterest. His mind stays fixated on whatever errand he's fulfilling. He won't rise to insults, or jump to the defense of a friend. He's seemingly apathetic and unwilling to communicate.
Going Deeper
Finally you get to know him, and what you see is an inspired cat with a mind for the future. He's talented when it comes to finding unexpected solutions. These will undoubtedly be applied to fixing his greatest dilemma. He detests his rank, his lack of authority and power, and dreams of a day when he can have it all. But he doesn't believe in a god, or any sort of spirit nonsense. He knows that it is with his own two paws and rational mind that success will be his.
THEFAMILY
FATHER // Slaughter // Crow
LITTERMATE // Birdie // Loner
FOSTER-MOM // Pummel // Lesser-cat
FAKE LITTERMATE // Cuddle // Lesser-cat (deceased)
FAKE LITTERMATE // Soft // Lesser-cat (deceased)
FAKE LITTERMATE // Fluffy // Lesser-cat (deceased)
MOTHER // Zoe // Kittypet
HALF-BROTHER // Winston // Kittypet
HALF-SISTER // Kitkat // Kittypet
HALF-SISTER // Witch // Kittypet
AHISTORY
A crow-ranked tom, the lowest of street-trash, resorted to begging from the dangerous porches of housefolk dens. Slaughter had little other choice. Whatever catches he did manage were by right the meals of the higher ranking cats.
On one particularly desolate day he staggered to the front of a quaint little dwelling. But the housefolk took one look at his mangy, scarred hide and turned him away. That night he cowered in the alley behind, too malnourished to move on. But an angel in the guise of a housecat visited. Her name was Zoe.
The beautiful Somali brought him mouthfuls of kibble and stolen treats. An amazingly thin slice of turkey, a chunk of cheese, and even a few precious bites of ham. In return he told her of his life in the streets, embellishing often to make himself seem more important, more powerful, than he was. He reinvented himself so that in her eyes, and with her, he was the tom he wanted to be.
The housecat brought him more than food. Slaughter would become a father, and he took great pride in this fact. Only, Zoe knew what her housefolk did to kittens. Her previous litter had been taken from her, never to be seen from again. Desperate and terrified, she pushed her two, tiny, babies onto the tom in the hopes that he, somehow, could offer them freedom that she could not. In his selfish naivety he accepted.
As he had promised, he took them to a she-cat named Pummel to raise. Pummel's own litter had died one by one, leaving only a small, sickly cat left. She knew they, too, would die soon. And once they did the exhausted new mother would be attacked by the crows as they stole her rank of Lesser-cat.
The foster mother took the two, healthy kits that Slaughter offered and raised them as her own. She refused to tell them of their heritage, and insisted, even to their father, that she had born them. Perhaps it would have been a more convincing lie had she not been a grey tabby.
Before Slaughter can ever tell his kits the truth, or take them to visit their eager mother, he's hit by a car. The injured tom dies alone in the street.
Birdie, avoiding her 8th moon, leaves the nest and her littermate behind. She's never seen again, and is assumed dead by all. Bug began to harbor feelings of distrust due to her sudden, and unexplained, departure.
At eight moons Bug chooses his new name, Wither. The moment the sun colored the horizon he was attacked by a group of starving, mange-ridden crows. In the fray he was terribly wounded and left for dead. The fur between his shoulders is still missing to this day.
Shatter (Melk approves of this plot) of all cats takes pity on the young tom and, to the disgust of many, begins to give him some of her prey. As he starts to recover she convinces him of the benefits of working with Lambaste's gang. Loyal to his savior, and hating Pummel for utterly abandoning him, Wither travels with Shatter to RiverClan's old territory.
He still does not know the truth of his birth.
theuser
OOC USERNAME // Novac
TIME ZONE // EST (eastern standard)
OTHER CHARACTERS // lambaste
SHOP ITEMS // n/a
