Post by hawK on Feb 13, 2010 10:38:28 GMT -6
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Name: Obsidian
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom
Affiliations:
||Group|| Junkyard Cats
||Familial||
Brothers: Onyx and Shale
Appearance:
||Quick|| A glossy black tom with broad shoulders, large paws, long tail, and ice blue eyes.
||Build|| Obsidian is a well-muscled tom whose pelt is short enough to show the muscles rippling when he moves. He is more of a barrel-shaped cat with broad shoulders and a strong chest. His legs aren't overly long, but they are proportionate to his body. His tail is long enough to wrap around his paws comfortably with some room to spare. A ruggedly triangular face lends a bit of grace to Obsidian's strong image without making him look too feminine. A v-shaped scar in his left ear marks his first fight, in which his brother, Shale, was forced to beat sense into him. Obsidian's large build can sometimes make it difficult for him to get in small crevices or to hide where cover is scant. Running fast over long distances is hard for him, but he's surprisingly quick on his paws in a fight.
||Pelt|| A thick, glossy coat of ink makes Obsidian nearly invisible on a cloudy night. His fur is silky smooth and always looks well-groomed. Cold nights are no problem because of the thick under layer and the glossy outer layer to his pelt.
||Eyes|| During the night, Obsidian can be identified by his eyes, which look like glowing chips of ice. They are a very light blue, and can almost be described as electric. There are some speckles of darker blue throughout his irises, but the bright color is fairly constant. They seem to pierce with their gaze, but they don't show what's going on inside the mind of their owner.
Personality:
||General|| Obsidian is cold and hard, like the stone he is named for.
||Good Days|| Obsidian's best day is a day upon which he gets to cause pain. It makes him happy, almost painfully so. Of course, this is almost every day, with his position within the Junkyard cats. The volcanic glass Obsidian is named for shines and glimmers, but is black through and through. The same is true for Obsidian: he shows happiness in a perverse sort of way. His dark heart shines when it can hurt others.
||Bad Days|| Normal days for other cats are bad days for Obsidian. He enjoys pain and suffering, and when things are peaceful and nice all around him, his temper begins to rise. His pelt is always bristled and his tail puffs out like a squirrel's when he is irritated or angry, and on these days his fur never lies flat. Looking for ways to release his anger, he often turns a bad day into a good one (on his scale, of course) by taking it out on innocent cats.
||Interaction|| Obsidian and other cats do not mix well. Kits are merely nuisances to be removed from his path, and enemies are to be destroyed. Few cats have ever been able to call Obsidian 'friend,' and two of those are his brothers, Onyx and Shale. Death and birth are reversed for Obsidian: most cats mourn at a death and celebrate new life when kits are born. It's just the opposite for Obsidian, who fairly crows with triumph when another cat falls to the dust at his claws. He doesn't like kits, and doesn't like the idea of being close enough to another cat to love them. He'll never have a family, because he'd rather hate every cat around him than search for a soulmate.
History:
||Quick|| Obsidian's lived with the Junkyard cats all of his life, and so did his parents before him. He was born with his two brothers, Onyx and Shale.
||Kithood|| As a kit, Obsidian was a playful little scrap of fur that loved to pretend-fight with his brothers and the other kits at their age. As he grew older, he began to better understand the responsibilities he would carry when he became an adult, and the fights became more serious. Obsidian was desperate to be the best, and he intended to haul his brothers up with him, by the scruff, if necessary. This age marked the first sparks of ambition in Obsidian's heart, but at this point, he was still relatively innocent.
||6-12 Moons|| As Obsidian passed from innocent kithood into the age where he would need to learn all of his skills, he was thrown into things he wasn't prepared for. Thinking that being an adult meant glory and honor and prestige, he wanted to grow up as fast as he could. He was wrong. Watching his father kill a cat around his age because the other cat was on their territory made Obsidian realize that the wonderful image he'd created in his mind wasn't true. As it shattered, he became visibly less interested in the life of the Junkyard cats, sticking more to his den and avoiding other cats. His brother, Shale, knocked sense into him and gave him his first scar, the v-shaped cut on his left ear. After that, Obsidian threw himself into his learning, pulling ahead of Shale to prove that the fight had been worth it.
||12-36 Moons|| When Obsidian and his brothers became adults, they were given more responsibility within the group. Obsidian's list of bodies grew longer. He began to turn into his father, and a cruel, sneering twist of the mouth became his default expression. As he matured, the sneer disappeared. He's now a cool and composed cat, but his strength and skill can come out at any moment if he's threatened, or even if he's not. The love of causing pain became Obsidian's main focus in life, and if that pain served his group, all the better. He is still close with Shale and Onyx, and would never betray them, although the other members of his group are not as important: feeling bad about betraying them would never be an issue. His long moons of experience have not diminished his lust for blood, and he will have the blood of the Clan filth contaminating his ocean.
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Name: Shale
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom
Affiliations:
||Group|| Junkyard Cats
||Familial||
Brothers: Obsidian and Onyx
Appearance:
||Quick|| Narrowly built but still hardy, this tom's dusky gray pelt and amber eyes make him a fearsome enemy.
||Build|| A narrow chest makes one difference between Shale and his brother Obsidian, who has a more barrel shape. Shale's body is thinner and more slight than that of either of his siblings, making him look weaker. Don't let it fool you: his lean muscle paired with long legs allows him to outrun any cat over a long distance, and his quickness in battle is renowned. Endurance characterizes this tom; scars show how he has survived for the past 36 moons. His face is angular and rather pointed, with large ears. A short tail brings his body to an end. It used to be longer, but a fight changed that. Larger cats can easily overpower Shale, but he's learned to avoid and outsmart others to bring them down. Stealth is one of Shale's strengths, and his smaller frame grants him the ability to make himself scarce.
||Pelt|| Dusky gray dominates this tom's coat, but lowlights and highlights dapple his coat, giving him the appearance of a shadow at dusk. His fur is long and will easily get caught in thorns or brambles, so he has to be careful where he goes if he wants to leave no trace of his passing. Shale's pelt is silky and smooth, but very thick so he's always warm in leafbare. Unfortunately, greenleafs are always long and hot, whether there's plenty of rain or not.
||Eyes|| Green irises would normally be described as pretty paired with Shale's dappled gray fur, but his cold and dark manner makes them forbidding. A dark green ring surrounds the edges of his irises, and light amber and brown speckles give depth and dimension. An open book would be the correct description for this tom: everything he feels is communicated in his eyes, and it's hard for him to hide anything. Because of this, he's known as a very honest cat, but not one you can tell your secrets to. The only exceptions to this rule are his brothers, who can tell him anything without fear of their secrets getting out.
Personality:
||General|| Shale is cold and forbidding, so much so that cats around him often feel like an icy wind has ruffled their fur. He doesn't enjoy company except that of his brothers and she-cats, as he is quite the ladies' man. His mysterious nature has a habit of drawing them in without his effort.
||Good Days|| Good days are most every day: just normal. In the Junkyard, this means a good bit of fighting, some flirting, and intimidation. Shale may look cold and forbidding on the outside, but he has an honest heart and is not given to trickery. His soul isn't good, though: he has honesty, but is evil with it, if that makes any sense. He looks out for his brothers on a daily basis. Being quite the ladies' man with entirely no effort on his part, he draws she-cats in and is amenable to flirting with them. He knows that one day he must have kits in order to keep the family line going, but he's not sure about a family and would be just fine with having two or three mates.
||Bad Days|| Bad days are unpredictable: Shale may have slept badly, may not have eaten well, may be feeling somewhat ill, or may be just feeling like today is a bad day. On these days he's irritable, snappish, and ready to take a chunk out of anyone close by. This doesn't include his brothers, although he's been known to be irritable with them, too. She-cats who try to get close on a day like this had better watch out, because they certainly wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Puffing of the tail is a definite signal that now is not a good time, so come back tomorrow to try your luck again.
||Interaction|| Shale isn't much of a conversationalist, but will be civil to those around him. He's close with his brothers, but doesn't want a set family of his own when it comes time for a mate and kits. He doesn't see why he can't have two or three mates, and there's no doubt that there are she-cats enough for that. Kits and old cats aren't cats who Shale would get along very well with, but he recognizes that kits are necessary to keep the Junkyard going. Death is always nice when it's at Shale's claws, but he's never enthusiastic, choosing to take a more calm approach. One could almost interpret his mood as bored. Love isn't particularly interesting, but he could definitely see seduction as necessary.
History:
||Quick|| Born and raised in the Junkyard with his two brothers, Obsidian and Onyx, Shale is a born killer. His parents were also of the Junkyard.
||Kithood|| Shale has always been distant, ever since he was a kit. He never wanted to play with other kits, only playfight, and he often made it too real for himself. He has given plenty of scars by claws in playfights that have by now probably disappeared. The thrill of battle has always thrummed in Shale's veins, and his extra speed only added fuel to the fire. If he could outrun the rest of them, then he could probably outfight them, too.
||6-12 Moons|| As a young cat just learning to be an adult, Shale threw himself into his tasks. He had no problem with the killing and bloodshed, but merely distanced himself from it farther. His brother, Obsidian, had fallen out of line with the rest of them. Taking action, Shale gave Obsidian his first battle scar, a v-shaped cut on his ear. Supporting his brothers was very important to Shale during this time, and although as they aged this became less relevant, they have still remained close.
||12-32 Moons|| Shale has always been calm and collected, and suffered none of the mood swings or doubts about life in the Junkyard that Obsidian experienced. The only change in his manner since youth is the accumulation of more skills. With age, Shale grows more formidable and refuses to believe that he has learned all there is to know.
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