Post by {SPOTTED} the creepy {CREEPER} on May 14, 2011 0:08:39 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] but it's like you don't care no more for these moments we shared so true and dear just me and you and the peace of the quiet but now you seem faceless, oh when the lark last sung - - - - - - - - - ► BASIL-LEAF  Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Basil-Leaf of the great SoulClan Age 12 moons Gender Tom-Male Rank Medicine Cat Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS Orange Tabby and my eyes are Green Scars As a Medicine Cat Apprentice, he has few visible scars, but the one scar that will not leave the poor boy's face is the 'S' curved scar taking half of his face, but with the constant application on herbs fades it's appearance. Appearance Ref Basil's slender body, is toned even for his young age, his orange tabby markings are overall light in nature,bringing out a wonderful tint in the sunlight, Basil's only defect is the large scar that passes through his right eye. The most dazzling feature, that Basil has to offer are his eyes, green, and light, resembling the color of the Basil herb, after which so he is named. Basil is a larger cat, not in fat, but in muscle, he is turning into a fine young tom. His legs are toned from running for herbs at the last second, for extra stock. Basil's claws are sharp, to the touch, but he rarely unsheathes them for anything other than sharpening, or in extreme cases battle with other living things. His body tends to be looked upon as something a young warrior should have, he has been told many times he has the skills to be a skilled warrior, and should give up his dream of being a medicine cat, as it was looked upon by his father as a female's job. He likes instead to be looked upon as a gentle giant, of some sort of another, his body is not very inviting to a medicine cat nature, but his mind is. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Cunning AND Smart Personality Basil is a difficult cat to read. His voice is generally gruff, but the words that come out do not seem to match the voice. He gets his looks from his father and his persona from his mother. He does not like to get involved with the affairs of strangers, but will bend every rule he can to help a clan member. He knows his herbs well, he has a high intelligence that he really never flaunts, he trives on routine, making everything as neat as possible. He has a short fuse for ingnerance, he takes it from kits who now nothing better, but from adults he marks them down in his mental respect list. Overall, he lives mainly in the moment, there is no telling what he could do next, the only rules he keeps are the warrior code, but other than that what ever he decides to make as one of his morals will not be changed, it seemed impossible to change his persona. He does his job, and well, he is a friendly medicine cat, of that is you are a other medicine cat, or a member of the soul clan, it was hard wired in his genes that he have a underlining suspiciousness nature towards them, he tries not to let it inter fear with his life, but the voice in the back of his mind always seems to be there speaking to him of there deceptive ways. Preferences Likes|| The Art of Medicine, Kits, Fresh Mice, The Trill of Saving a Life. Dislikes|| depends... Secret Ambitions To become a full blown Medicine cat Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths || Herb prep, Standing up for what is right, speaking his mind (a later trait) Weakness|| Ability to control his father's 'voice' How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Tawnystripe AND Sliverstone Family Mother|| Tawnystripe {dead} Father|| Sliver Stone {dead} Brother||Fallpaw Sister || Steppingstone Event that Lead to being a Warrior Tis a Medicine Cat Apprentice; and his want to be absolutely nothing like his father. History Basil was raised by his mother, his father was off in battle, and protecting the clan, his father was hot headed and rather cruel from his prolonged warrior duties, His mother was gentle, even though the words of her mate some times stung her heart, as he insulted her. While his father was off killing and destroying, pretty much anything he was told to. Basil's mother was a gentle soul, she never raised her voice to basil, and his brother and sister. Knowing full well that their father did that for the both of them the rare times he was home. His father wanted all of his offspring to become great warriors, he trained and trained them, even before they where ready, or could defend themselves, Basil has his sire to that for the scar that runs down his face, In his father's eyes it was a honor to have scars, but Basil thought otherwise, When his mother found out about the secret training, she was horrified, and waited till their father when off on a other mission, to re-train her own children what was right and what was wrong. When the illness took his mother from him, he was only a young boy, that could see his father in his own refection. When his father came back to camp, he had nothing to say, like she never was there, like she was a object just for him. Only later Basil found out that his Father died in battle. His brother and sister grew distant from each other and him without the unity of a family. Basil, deiced to block out all of the horrible things that happened to him and take on the duty of a healer, he wanted to help other cats, and not be a warrior like his father wanted, he wanted nothing to do with the cat that put down his mother and himself, along with everyone and thing he came in contact with. And here we are today Sample RP *was told I could use this* and there is a link see Spotty that be me ;D * (this is of my wolf kalin on harbinger) harbinger-rpg.net/index.php?showtopic=643&st=0&#entry5798 She stared at herself it the round portal into the past. Her appearance was her flawless youth. She looked up At the transparent figure holding the portal. It was beginning to fade and once again the ripple of flames burned her allusion and Awaken the hands of time to deliver her to her own time. the Age of the present. A loud gust of wind accompanied the wave of flames causing Kalin to close her eyes and brace her self against it. And there lay the reflective portal in pieces at her feet. Shattered and broken. And her,herself was back to normal inside of it. Kalin looked into the spitting glass and looked in the building of the background. Her craned her neck to see if this building was really disgusted or if it was trapped in the other side of the portal. Surely enough it was real. And she heard a creak from the house. It startled her. Till she located the source of the noise. I seemed to be the wooden door facing the outside of the world from the large den. The little amber she-wolf went over to the door and stood in aw. Craved into it was the designs and figures of many, most she did not recognize but anyone could tell they where beautiful non the less and that each craved line meant something and had meaning to it all. Each line important to the overall feel of the design. At the top of the door was placed a giant creature made of bronze. It's mouth was open and in it was placed a loop that seemed to knock angst the creature. Even touching it seemed to ring noise out in the air so loud and majestic that it awoke the dead,living, and the yet to be born. It sucked the air around its self and stole its life just to restore the remaining void with the presence of a slow deep knock. After Taking her sweet time admiring her entrance. She looked around at the inside of the den. It was covered dust buy every piece inside was still as beautiful as if was new, to Kalin at least. inside of the main room there stood a black and white thing of interest The top was open The cobwebs seemed to be the strong of the spider that held the whole thing together. She fixed her attention on the staircase. Each step she took she looked up at the faces of humans she thought them to be stuck behind the glass and sealed by a golden frame. Each one was different some big some small. Each seemed asleep behind the glass and Kalin made sure her steps where quiet enough not to awaken the figures The once strong hand rail that supported the weight of others was covered in ivy giving the appearance that it was green all along. Once she reached the top two doors much similar to the one that led her into the den stood their guarding their secrets from any trespassers who dare to do in vein with the relics they held within them.Kalin was interested in the door that lay shut against the world sealing its self. She pressed herself against it but with no luck she was denied access to the room beyond. Next she turned her attention to the second door that now lay half open It was awakened from its deep slumber times before it held it's hand out to the ones that dared to enter but it was choosy to the ones that came inside to that if you came here in vein one gust of wind could seal you in there forever locking you with the same relics you once desired till your death. Something stirred as she entered the room it gave her the chills but she could not put her finger on it. There before her a figure lay. Could this have been one of the vein searchers damned to their end or just one wolf that decided to be in the same place as Kalin. She could tell what the wolf like figure was staring at but seemed to have no interest but Kalin on the other hand had lots of it. could this be the third face of time ;the elder here to give them a glimpse of the future was it awakened and sent here to call use forth? You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me a life we can only wish BIO: (DONE? WIP?), AWESOMENESS: (SCALE OF 1-10), LYRICS: ONLY WISH template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 |
