Shad's character guide(:

[Shads]

R O X A N N E

you - don't - have - to - put - on - the - red - light

YOU DON'T CARE IF IT'S RIGHT OR WRONG

My mother, Anne, and father, Raja named me Roxanne.
I am twenty-nine moons old.
I belong to the Republic. Of which I am a brutalizer.
I have one sister, named Raz.
I have no brothers.
I am female who finds males very attractive.

you - don't - have - to - wear - that - dress - tonight

WALK THE STREETS FOR MONEY

a p p e a r a n c e

Roxy, which she is often called, is a cat of the night. She is not black, rather a dark brown tabby. Her fur is of medium length, long enough to keep most cold out, but short enough to be able to be kept neat with ease. Her coloring is one of the most interesting things about her. On first glance, she would appear to be midnight black, but as you study her pelt, you can see the black tabby markings are distinctly separate from her deep brown base coloring. If the sun hits her pelt just right, a red hue will emerge from her pelt, but is only noticeable if you know to look for it. She is marred with scars that cover her body. She has several on her face, near her cheeks and eyes, and a rather long one that covers the space of her right side. Several cover her chest and legs, but are hardly noticeable unless, again, you are looking straight at them.

Roxy is an average sized she-cat. She relies on speed during battle more than anything else. She is agile because her build allows it. Her legs are long and ripple with finely honed muscles. Her actual body is lean, not much muscle or fat are allowed on her. She is tall, but not lanky. She looks ready for a fight at all times, just by the way her broad shoulders are set upon front legs.

Roxanne's eyes are nothing to be noted. They are a simple amber color, deep in hue. They do not sparkle when she laughs or ensnare all those who look into them. They are not intriguing nor special in any way. They are simply there. Her face has sharp angles, her bones defined and noticeable. She has small, dainty facial features, but that is not to be mistaken for innocence.

told - you - once - I - won't - tell - you - again

IT'S A BAD WAY

p e r s o n a

First off, Roxanne only has one side. She fakes the side. She appears to be a happy she-cat, just born into a rogue group to which she is loyal. Everyone knows she will fight to the death for her family, but is otherwise sociable and "misunderstood". She appears to be sweet, fun-loving, and carefree to all those who know her. No one - except NAME HERE and Raz - know who she truly is, what her true personality is like.

Let me describe to you her fake personality.

Roxanne is a rather laid back she-cat. She goes with the flow, doing whatever she wants whenever she wants. She is not one for being strict or snide. She enjoys to play games with her family (she calls The Republic her family), always teasing and laughing and all around having fun. She is known for helping out recruits with their fighting skills, seeing as she is such a talented one. Her intelligence goes far in her fighting style, her methodical, patient demeanor make her the best at defeating the impulsive, brutal style fighters. At a glance, she appears to be misplaced in this group which was born from the blood of violence. However, she has quite the temper. One wrong word, one misinterpreted glance can turn into a full on to-the-death fight. She tries to handle it, but her temper has made her famous.

Now that you know how she appears, let me tell me how she really is.

Roxanne has a lust for blood. She loves it, thrives in it. She doesn't drink it or anything like that, she just loves to feel the life drain out of someone due to her claws. She loves the power it gives her. In fact, power just might be the only thing she craves more. Power over her family, power over life, power over those who think they are not being controlled. Her, as freedom needing as she is, needs to be in control. Loss of control can send her into a psychotic breakdown. She needs control just as she needs to feel blood between her claws every once in a while. Now, that is not to say she goes around killing without a cause. Oh no. She is a respectable killer, one who kills for love, for loyalty, for her leader. She kills for a reason, not just because she can. That being said, she will only respect a leader who shows he is able to lead. She will only listen to one who proves to her he is not soft, that he has what it takes to do the right thing, even if that means the right thing is not widely accepted or popular.

Roxy is a very intelligent she-cat. She loves to strategize and think ahead, which is partly why she is such a great fighter. She does not speak without thinking about her words, which makes her replies sometimes cryptic and poetic. She is not impulsive, not in the very least. She follows reason and logic, not emotions or her heart. She will not follow a leader who does so, either. She is very picky about who she chooses to follow, which is why she wanted so desperately to be a brutalizer. She could not stand the thought of having to follow those wanna-be ambassadors. Oh no, that is not the life she would choose for herself.

She is very snide in her thoughts. She cannot allow herself to be rude and sarcastic aloud, though, because she has to be liked. She has to be able to earn trust within the ranks of soldiers. And so she created a persona that would allow for it. She will not say what she truly thinks about you, but in her mind she is not afraid to voice it. If it were not for having to know the secret going-ons of the Republic, she would not hesitate to tell a tom or she-cat exactly what she thought of them.

No matter what her wish for freedom is, Roxy is very loyal to The Republic and all of it's members. She would do anything it needed, anything at all. She has to repay them somehow, for they showed her what a true family was. They showed her that life isn't just about your blood family, it's about those who would die for you, too.

Roxanne - you - don't - have - to - put - the - red - light - on

ROXANNE YOU DON'T HAVE TO PUT THE RED LIGHT ON

h i s t o r y

Roxy was born to a mother and father who were, let's say mercenaries to be nice. They joined The Republic when Roxy, because they needed help with their kits. The winter was harsh to them, and they could not take care of the poor Roxy by themselves. No matter why they joined, they were loyal to the family until they took their last breath. Raz was not born until Roxanne was 7 moons old, placing a huge rift between the sisters that not even a family bond could cure.

As Roxy was training to become a soldier, her family started to divide. Her mother drifted away from her father, who was becoming increasingly more violent. Raz was just a kit, and did not understand the meanings of this. Raz, who looked nothing like Raja, was often the topic of explosive "discussions" between the two parents. Anne swore she never cheated on Raja, but Raja, who was becoming more and more paranoid in his last days, did not believe her. It created such a divide between them, they could not even stand to be within ten feet of each other.

As Roxy became a soldier and Raz was just beginning her training, an ambassador called Roxy in to talk about her parents relationship. When Roxy got finished answering all of his questions, the ambassador told her that for the sake and coherency of the group, her parents would have to go, but she and her sister could stay. Glad to be rid of her arguing and abusive parents, Roxy gladly agreed to make sure they left.

Raz however, was not so keen to lose her parents. She felt responsible for it, even though she was not. And so she chased after Roxy as she headed into the city one day. She confronted her, and started yelling and screaming at her. She threatened to help her parents overthrow the Republic just to bring Roxy down, which most everyone in the group heard her say. At this, Roxy lost it. Her temper boiled and she threw the first blow. She hit Raz straight in the face, dazing her a bit. Raz had strength on her side, but Roxy had training and patience on hers. The fight was over soon, with Roxy's jaws at Raz's pinned throat. It was there she paused and glanced at her leader. The punishment for disloyalty was death in her eyes, but she wanted to make sure it was okay for her to do so. Her family had betrayed her, and she felt nothing for her sister. As she saw the leader's approving nod, Roxy killed Raz in the middle of camp for all to see.

It was after that that Roxy became a brutalizer, a secret police for Philadelphia. She had proven that she would put The Republic above everything else, even her family.

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You don't have to put on the red light
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right[/div][/font][/font]

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[Shads]

A S H D A P P L E

I - walk - a - lonely - road

THE ONLY ONE I HAVE EVER KNOWN

My mother, Cloudwisp, and father, Cass named me Ashdapple.
I was born 30 moons ago.
I belong to Riverclan.
I have no sisters.
I have one brother, named Azrael.
I am a female who finds males very attractive.

don't - know - where - it - goes

BUT IT'S HOME AND I WALK ALONE

a p p e a r a n c e

Ash is a very lean she-cat. Her mother, who was known for being petite, passed on some of her qualities. Ash has Cloudwisp's tiny paws and frame, but her legs are long and tail nearly as long. She has a tiny face, small and angular. Ash's body is quick, but not very powerful. She has long legs, but they are more built for speed rather than power. This is her draw back in battle, for her power is not nearly where it needs to be in order to defeat large opponents. Ash's pelt is the color of rain cloud. Not the dark, ominous ones, but the soft, light, just barely enough to sprinkle down droplets of water. She has black tabby markings covering her body. Her fur is of medium length, but is thick to with stand the cold temperatures of the water she swims in. Ash's soft fur is in envy of the clan, for she always keeps it at it's utmost quality. She hates having a dirty pelt, and will do anything to keep it clean. Ashdapple has a very angular face. It is very small. It is perfect proportion to her body, however. Her eyes are big and round, almost perfectly circular. They are the color of a gray rain cloud, almost a light silver color.

my - shadow's - the - only - one - who - walks - beside - me

MY SHALLOW HEART'S THE ONLY THING THAT'S BEATING

p e r s o n a

This she-cat is anything but trashy. She carries her head high and walks like she's floating. She has an atmosphere around her that demands attention. Ash is the type of she-cat who prides herself on being educated. She believes the world to be idiotic compared to her superiority. Her tail flows with her body. Every step she takes, every move she makes, is planned. She is methodical and patient. That's right, this she-cat has quite the temper despite her patience. However, it is not the type of temper that you would normally expect. She bottles her emotions, never lets them show. She keeps all the hurt she feels and all the disappointment she's had kept deep down in her heart, kept under lock and key. Her eyes don't even show the simplest of emotions. Due to this, her temper is a slow boil. Things pile on top of each other, and slowly all of her patience dwindles away and leaves her with rage. Her rage, however, never shows. Rather, she'll take it out on animals, mostly small prey, or flowers, or anything nearby. Anything but other cats. She refuses to harm another being like her. She refuses to be her father. Ash has a serious case of self pity. She hates herself for who she is, what she wants to do sometimes. She feels sorry for what she's gone through. However, as I have stated before she never shows it. Rather, in order to make herself happy she tries her best to make others happy. She is extremely empathetic. Cats think she cannot feel because she does not show, but this is not the case. She feels too much. That's why she hides everything. Even her past.

sometimes - i - wish - someone - up - there - will - find - me

TIL THEN I WALK ALONE

h i s t o r y

She was born to a she-cat and a tom who loved each other. At least, that is what she believed. It is the only truth she chooses to recognize, and therefor it is the only one that is true. In reality, her mother, Cloudwisp, was afraid of the tom named Gingerfrost who had come into the clan months earlier. His name was extremely misleading. He was a pitch black tom, but his eyes. His eyes were a fiery blue. Yes, a blue with brown flecks, making them alight with a charisma that he knew he had. Her mother, a petite silver she-cat, was the opposite of her father. She was a gentle and kind soul. Ash grew up in a home with an adoring mother and a father who appeared occasionally. However, she never knew the pain her mother felt until later in life. She never knew of her father's treachery. He left when she was young for good. Well, at least for a little while.

Ash grew into a beautiful silver tabby. Her mother taught her how to be elegant and kind. Her mentor taught her everything else. She was an excellent fighter with moves like a cloud. She fought on her feet, light and quick. As a swimmer and fisher, she was average in her class. It was during land hunting that she learned her love to inflict pain on animals. She loved to feel their blood under her claws and feel their life leave their bodies due to her actions. She never let anyone know how much she enjoyed it, for fear of being ridiculed. But oh how she loved it. When she was 10 moons, she was out hunting with her mother. Cloud loved to hunt as well, but Ash was pretty sure it was not in the way she did. As they rounded a tree, Ash came face-to-chest with a massive black tom. She breathed in his scent and her mother's fear and instantly recognized him as her father. She backed up a couple steps, fear alight in her eyes. When he got sight of her fear, he flourished in it. He was a monster. But she did not know until then. Cass.. Her mother's voice sounded across the space. I've come to collect Cloud. At that statement, Ash hid behind her mother's legs. To hell you have. Over my dead body! Cloud bared her teeth and perked her ears, ready for battle. Cass just laughed. My dear, anger looks so bad on you. Settle down. He paused for a moment, wanting to build suspense. It happened just that a moment that a patrol was walking by a couple yards away. Cloud let out a yowl, and Cass ran off. It was after that incident that Cloud explained everything to Ash. How her father wanted her to be a warrior, an assassin for him to train. He pressured Cloud into everything, she never wanted that for her child. She explained that he lived in the city not far a way and was the leader of a band of rogues. For the rest of her apprenticeship, Ash lived in fear of her father's return.

When she became a warrior, she told her mother she was going out for a day or two, but she will return. She promised to return. She did not tell her mother where she was going, mostly because she knew she would disapprove. But ever since her father had come that winter day, she had trained for this moment. She had trained for this moment all her life. She went to the city, not a bad journey in the spring. She made it there quickly, and upon her arrival was greeted by some scraggly looking toms. Tell me, my dears, where is the black tom you call Cass? They led her to her father, who was training what looked like his son. He was black, also, the deep, void of light black that his father's coat possessed. The tom was young, about 11 moons, almost what she was when her father had tried to take her away. Have you come to stay, my dear? Her father's voice made her claws come out. He sent her on edge. His voice prickled at her spine. She really could not stand him. Everything about him made her insides itch with hate. I've come to collect. Her maw snarled into a smile as she repeated the very words he had said so many moons ago. He smiled, too, and came closer to her. She let him, but not because she liked him. She wanted him closer. Can we talk... privately? She smiled again, her voice elegant and smooth. He nodded to go to the back room of the night club she was in. She followed him obediently, but now when she looks back he must have known what she was up to. He had his claws out, she remembered because they clanked against the floor. As soon as the other tom was out of sight, the she-cat had planned to attack her father, but he turned around suddenly, and there was something in his eyes that told her to stop. My dear, you do not know me. Why do you try to judge me? His voice was not like it was before. It was softer, quieter. First, I am anything but your dear. You do not hold the dignity to call me that. Second, I am not judging you. He smiled, and pushed over a bowl of water to her. She refused it politely. Oh but you are. Do not worry, your nightmares will soon be over. He drank from his own bowl, and she watched in horror as her father gagged and drowned in his own blood. She imagined that it had been poisoned. He died as she stood across the room. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but that was it. After that she walked out of the room to find a wide-eyed black tom at the doorway. She smiled at him and gently touched him with her tail. Goodbye my little brother. She walked out of the room, and never looked back to that city.

She returned to her clan and told her mother everything that had passed. They both rejoiced in her father's death, but Ash cannot help but to wander sometimes about that powerful black tom with gray eyes just like hers. She wonders often what has come to pass of him. A moon ago her mother died of old age, but it was not a sad occasion. Her mother had lived a life she enjoyed. And Ash knows she would not want her to be sad.

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On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone[/div]

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