Post by [: code.blasphemy on May 22, 2011 17:36:19 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;] [style=width: 400px; height: 200px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2a5eyyx.png); border: solid #ffffff 4px;] [/style] [style=text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #252525; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.8;]but it's like you don't care no more for these moments we shared so true and dear [/style][style=text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; font-style: italic; color: #252525; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.8;]just me and you and the peace of the quiet but now you seem faceless, oh when the lark last sung - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=color: #B0C4DE; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; font-family: arial black; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase;]► Lostpaw [/style] [style=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #252525; line-height: 100%; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.5; text-align: justify;] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM LOSTPAW of the great AshClan Age Seven moons Gender Male Rank Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS WHITE w/GREY FLECKS and my eyes are grey-green Scars none yet! Appearance click Lostpaw, born a very cream colored cat, has come to be a fairly white cat. Yes, a white cat. His fur, snow-white in color, has numerous flecks of gray within it, so much so that if you were looking at his face.. well all you may see is a white head and gray mask around his eyes. The gray flecks are much more numerous around his eyes, causing an almost raccoon like mask where his eyes should be. Along the rest of his pelt however it is easy to see that the white out does the gray flecks, which are placed so randomly on his body, that many cannot be seen at all. His pelt is of a medium-long length, causing him to be a furry ball of white gray fluff. This at times is a disadvantage for the poor thing at being seen so easily among the ash and darker colored cats, but it never has stopped his delight at his own uniqueness. With his fluffy fur so thick around his body it is often hard to tell up from down and front from back, though I assure you, it can be done. Now, Lostpaw's legs are very puny and quite short, but not stubby, his pelt often slides across the ground at times. His paws are well rounded and small, hiding ready-to-use claws which are very sharp when sharpened correctly. His tail, yes he has one, is actually quite long in comparison to his size and often blends so much into his fur, because he keeps it close to his body, he mistakenly forgets that he has one. Go figure. Onto the facial features. Lostpaw, with his gray raccoon like mask, has gray green eyes which will seem to swirl at times because of the mixture in color. The gray isn't like the storm clouds or the ocean on a cloudy day, more like a cooling piece of ash which can be found against a lighter surface. His nose is a delicate pink, standing out against his fluffy self and is very tiny. It works of course, most noses do and is highly sensitive to strong, overpowering smells. His ears are slightly rounded at the tip and stand at a relatively normal length away from the top of his head. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M KNOWLEDGEABLE AND OUTSPOKEN Personality knowledgeable. outspoken. clever. quick. stickler. Lostpaw has, over the past two moons, dubbed himself a "law enforcer" of sorts. He likes to pick and prod about the smallest details of the warrior code, meaning that when one makes a mistake, Lostpaw is there to tell them what they did wrong, how to fix it, what the code says, etc. blah blah blah. He likes to talk all about it and, in the end, will be the one who points out who, when, why, and how the warrior code was broken. So he can often be seen muttering to himself about the warrior code and old tales of what happened to those who broke it. This would lead to a second attribute of the young apprentice. He is very outspoken. He likes to speak his mind and will probably be the one who gets a tongue lashing for his often bold remarks and ideas. He does know when to hold his tongue, however, he often decides against taking his gut advice and just goes with the flow of it. Lostpaw, upon deciding as a young kit that his life goal was to serve the clan as a medicine cat, has started to become fairly knowledgeable with certain types of plants. While all of his young clan mates would pretend to fight and claw at each other, the youngster would often sniff at the different plants surrounding the nursery and anywhere else he may have been. Becoming quite clever with the learning of the different plants, he often quizzed himself on numerous things, I'm telling you this tom became a very quick learner in his younger moons. He also has adapted himself to paying attention to the older cats' stories and conversations, trying to understand much more then he should. The young tom has also developed quite a quick tongue, when someone makes a bold remark Lostpaw is always there with another statement to add to the mix. He really is a quick kitten. Preferences
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How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE DAWNLEAF AND SPOTTEDPELT Family Dawnleaf:mother:alive Spottedpelt:father:alive birthbrothers:dead Event that Lead to being a Warrior (one-line description is fine) History kithood: Dawnleaf and Spottedpelt were together from the very beginning, it seemed only natural that they would have kits together. And kits they had. Well, only one to be precise. Lostkit, at the time, was the single kit in a litter that had included three. His two brothers were born before him; the eldest was alive, but struggling, and the middle was still born. No one really knew why the two eldest kits died, one before and the second after because of a mutation that caused him to have no mouth so he couldn't suckle. And so, Lostkit was the only one to live. At first, the little thing couldn't find his way around, but after some guidance he was safely tucked into his mum's belly. His parents named him Lostkit for those two reasons and ever since he has always felt some sort of guilt for the incident that occurred. As a kit, the young tom was very laid-back, always sticking close to his mother's side and almost never leaving the nursery. However, as time went on his father became increasingly worried and agitated that his kit was not playing with the others. By force his father put him out of the den with the other kits and wouldn't let him into the nursery. Lostkit learned to dislike his father because of that. Lonely, but not alone, Lostkit had stumbled around the little play area until he was near a home looking den. There, during his little meeting with the clan medicine cat and her store of herbs, Lostkit felt that his fate was sealed. He wanted to be that cat. apprenticeship: Now ready for his apprenticeship, Lostpaw waits in earnest for his kithood dream to come true. As a young apprentice, Lostpaw is probably one of the lesser skilled kits. He dislikes to overexert himself still and has a dislike of fighting with other cats, but thats just because he's never tried it and is still holding onto his dream. Ready and waiting, Lostpaw is alive with excitement for his apprenticeship. Sample RP (hope this is okay: from a rp between my friend and me. Charries are: septh, kain, and npc's) 'We're coming, the codes of war which shine within the depth of the forages of the accused. We're coming, those that seek that which few can find, those whose knowledge is above all others. We will arrive soon, on wings which beat justice and penance we will rise to smite the deeds of the cruel and unjust. We are here.' The wind is blowing smells of the salted sea water and dense forest trees, the sweet scent of purity and revenge grow ever fresher as the wind begins to rise. Within moments a zephyr has begun to stir and leaves drift higher then the few feet off the ground that they had been just moments ago. Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen... The countdown begins. Scenes begin to play, scents intertwined in the fabric of time. I seem to be less then normal, or maybe more so. My thoughts are different then those of most descendants, I think in scenes and words, most others in smell and hearing. As I said I am different. The wing beats slow, the ground pulses up to meet my claws. Seven seconds until I land. Beside me, a second form also falls, Kade, my brother. Twin eggs we are, though we are very different in personalities and hair, our facial and sizes are the same. I snort with indifference as a splat of water rushes over my left frame and Kade jumps out of the way. He's definitely the wuss out of the two of us. "We have landed within the inner circle of the 'palace' and there are numerous humans about. Perhaps we should adjust our figures, we would be less... conspicuous." I say in draconic, the language of our ancestors and the descendants. I am more of a blend-in kind of frame, Kade is the I'm-gonna-bust-in kind of frame. He snorts and mutters a few unkind words about dammes, which I thrust my tail at him for, and then his bright aurea fills the night. My brother allows me to walk through his mind at times, this is how I view the world and his looks. His straight cascading hair is ebon black and dangles past his shoulders to his lower back, his ears are pointed severely with two ebon studs in each. He is tall standing at nearly seven feet tall, slim and lean he looks harmless, but he is anything but. Cold and ruthless, he is the executioner. Set in a near white face, my brother has opaque black eyes which catch and reflect light, they are bottomless, like a pit. Along the right side of his face is his draconic mark. The mark of the Executioner. It is how those around us can tell a beast from an animal, a being from a natural existence. This mark extends down the whole of his right side, from toes to hip and from hip to shoulder, from shoulder to finger tips and forehead. This mark, his mark, is an intricate lining of black and dark purple, gradually adding maroon which transforms to blood red, curving in pointed and semicircular vines, it is like a torn flower. It ends and it begins, transforms and cuts off. Kade shuts me out for the moment, his way of telling me to get down to the shift. I do. The aurea forms a sort of cocoon around my mind first as I begin the shift, and then moves to cover my entire from, shielding me from sight. The whole process is painless for me, after over a thousand years of shifting, the pain is nothing anymore. I can barely even feel my frame change. And then I land on the ground as a human. Once again, through Kade's eyes, I see myself as tall as he with waist-length, lightly wavy, pure white locks and delicately pointed ears as he. Only mine hold pale orange studs, which reflect my eyes. My own mark is along the left side of my face, the Executioner's partner, we were created as a pair. I am the yin to his yang, the Tracker to his Executioner. My mark also travels the whole way down my body, though to admit it my mark is as different as I am. White, pale orange, and silvery grey make up my facial markings, as it travels down my body the colors become darker, more vivid. The designs are more of arrows and crescent circles, twisting, stooping lines and ridges, they are chaotic, the true mark of a Tracker. I take Kade's out-stretched hand as I know he has out for me. Our palms lightly touching, fingers brushing against the backs of our hands, intertwined. It is a simple sibling act in draconic ways, not intimate in the way a pair might cling to each other, though many would think we were that way. It isn't uncommon for twins to pair with each other, but in this case.... not so. I follow as he starts to walk forward, stepping carefully as to avoid dips or rocks in the ground. "Can you smell it?" he asks in draconic meaning that which the wind was bringing us, multiple shifters and humans together, and something else. My nostrils widen, this is one of the times I really dislike to be human, I can't smell anything. "No, I can't. What is it?" I ask, reverting to the old tongue. Kade doesn't answer me, he just takes off in a lope leaving me to scramble to keep up. He stops short as we come within fifty feet of the gathering place of the humans. I take the first step forward, knowing that he trusts my judgement fully. I can smell it now, the peculiar smell of the damned. Or perhaps the gifted. There is no wait to tell with only the smell. Kade follows as I walk, taking the lead as we reach the building so that any who would wish us harm would go for him first. He tries tapping of the door, using as little of his strength as possible. A man in a suit answers us, eyes widening as he takes in our near naked state and the marks that travel down the different sides of our bodies. He cringes visibly and slams the door in our faces without a word. I say nothing as a grim line appears on Kade's face and he shoves a foot against the door, knocking it clear out of it's hinges. What a way to enter the party. Silence befalls the mass of people that I can smell within the room. I smile in a friendly way, exposing my double rows of teeth which I forgot I possessed in human frame. A scream erupts from a young woman. Kade shifts into a defensive position, angling his body over mine. One man steps out, a stout little fellow and speaks to us in a tongue that we have not encountered before. "Who are you and what do you want?!" he exclaims. I and Kade glance at each other and then look at the man and cock our head to the side with confusion. "We are the Tracker and Executioner, we have come to investigate the smell of the damned that we have encountered around here, be peaceful." I say in draconic. The man stares at me as though I am the freak in the room, and then waves his hand and points at us. Without another word exchanged, guards rush into the rooms, baring swords of steel and bronze. Kade stares at the swords as they surround us, his gaze lethal and calculating. I grimace silently. Here comes a fight. The guards try to reach for my arm, catching it in their iron grips. Kade flinches visibly and lashes out. Fortunately I react faster then he and expel an illusion of a beast for them to see in my place. Their eyes widen in horror and they leap back. The illusion ends quickly, but not before Kade launches his own attack on the guards. Shadows extend to reach towards him, dark fingers greedy for power and use. He launches them at five of the eight guards, knocking them into walls and a deep state of unconsciousness. The other three back off and stare at Kade and his foreign use of power. I smile with pride. The crowd of people stand shocked, hands over their mouths as they stare at the two of us. Oh how it would be nice if we had a translator, but we don't and we stand half naked in a very proper society. I laugh at the thought, my voice comes out as a draconic chuckle and a few of the women faint. This just spurs my laughter. And then a few voices sound and stomps can be heard. A roar fills the air. Oh goody... more problems. 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 [/style][style=color: #B0C4DE; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; font-family: arial black; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase;]a life we can only wish [/style] [style=text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; color: #252525; opacity: 0.8;]BIO: DONE, AWESOMENESS: 42!!! (joking: 10), LYRICS: template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 [/style] |
