The Elite. [rogue group]

[Shads]

So the shads wants to create a group of rogues! That's right! Let me give you a little information. The leader would be my kitty, Azrael. (Whom I have yet to make, but will at some point.) Let me give you his bio...

A Z R A E L

But time will never wait.
I learned the hard way,
cause I don't recognize
the face in front of me
I'll drown in my tear storming sea,
THAT - WOULD - SHOW - YOU - THAT - WOULD - MAKE - YOU - HURT - LIKE - ME !

I answer only to Azrael
I have honored StarClan for 20 moons
I have earned the position of rogue.
I am colored with the midnight sky.
You drown in my eyes of gray.
StarClan made me a tom.

The clan I am loyal to is none.
My father was Cass.
My mother was Duchess.
My sister is Ashdapple.

all the same
I - DON'T - WANT - MUDSLINGING GAMES !

>>built

Agility and strength. A combo of the two are rarely found in a feline. Some of both can normally be scrounged up, but the a good, gentle mix of both can be very rare. They would need strong leg muscles, but not too strong so they won't be in the way of aerodynamics. The feline would need to be lithe. They would need to be able to not only sprint but also have great endurance. This is the build of Azrael. He is strong and fast. His muscles are clearly defined and protrude from his fur as he walks, rippling and flexing with every movement.

>>pelt

Raven. Ebony. Onyx. Sable. Ink. All of these words could be used to describe the color of Azrael's fur. The most common word to describe him in general would be black. Black as coal. His fur is short and slick. He is raven from head to toe, not another color hidden in his pelt of even a blemish anywhere. He has several scars on his side and neck, but they only add to the dark air that surrounds him.

>>eyes and face

Azrael has a very uncommon eye color. They are a stormy gray, seeming to always be swirling. Even though they aren't, of course. They are merciless and cold, never showing any emotion. They fit him well, giving him the air of mystery and a certain appeal. They are on the thinner and wider side, but not by much. They slant slightly, giving him a menacing look. Most cats think eyes are the doorway to the heart, but such is not the case with Azrael. They are empty. Empty as can be. (I looked up cats having gray eyes, in case someone had a question, and here is where I found my answer.)

it's such a shame
TO - LET - YOU - WALK - AWAY !

>>Respect.

If it's anything this tom has, it's respect. He respects everyone who shows respect to him. In fact, he'll respect even those with the nastiness reputations until the moment they disrespect him. He was taught this way, and he earns the respect of many by doing so. Though, once you disrespect him he turns into a distasteful, disastrous smart ass tom. He knows a cat's weaknesses, and does not mind exploiting them once they open the door for him, too. He can be quite the fiery little furball. As a tom, though, he respects she-cats more so than any other type of cat. He always has, and always will. He hates to see a she-cat be mistreated, and refuses to do anything of that sort.

>>Charisma.

He got this trait from his father. He has an aura of mystery that surrounds him, engulfs him. It practically breathes around him. This draws cats in, and his emotionless eyes only further add to the mystery of Azrael. No one knows of his past, other than who his father is. His smile, a white-toothed grin that looks misplaced on his empty face, makes him seem welcoming. His soft, soothing voice, entrances his listeners. All of this combined makes him that tom. The tom that she-cats flock to, but never get. The tom that other toms hate and love at the same time. However, he is not by any means perfect.

>>Temper.

Azrael also got his temper from his father. He looses patience quickly, and when his patience is gone, trust me when I say you better run. He is a fierce tom with excellent fighting skills and he is not afraid to use them when it comes down to it. He cares for every living thing, and will try his best to only fight as a last resort, but politics and diplomacy is not his strong suit. He is a classic hothead with means to kill. To put it simply, he is not be to messed with.

is there a chance
A - FRAGMENT - OF - LIGHT - AT - THE - END - OF - THE - TUNNEL !

>>kit-hood

Azrael was born to a rogue father and kittypet mother. He was raised with his mother, Duchess, who taught him to love and car and respect. Duchess was not a fluffy white Persian cat who has a sweet voice. Oh no. Duchess was a scraggly, dark tabby she-cat with a rough and scratchy voice. But no one doubted her love for her only kit. She taught him of the world, and how cruel it good be. She walked him around the neighborhood and would always answer his questions, no matter how pestering they could be. She was a gentle and patient cat, so unlike his father. In the beginning, he was raised to love and care.

>>apprentice-hood

When Azrael turned 10 moons old, his father came for him one especially chilly day. He was out on a walk with his mother when she stopped in her tracks. A midnight figure stood in the middle of the sidewalk, waiting for their approach. It was a massive tom (bigger than Azrael had ever seen), and quite intimidating. Cass. His mother's voice was scared, and he had not known his mother to ever be scared. He ran up to the figure, clawing the tom aimlessly. It only made his father laugh. He picked up the kicking and screaming Azrael and waved goodbye to the frozen Duchess. I've got what I came for. The words were spoken through a mouthful of fur, but Duchess understood them perfectly.

After a while, Cass let Azrael go. Who are you? Why do you take me away from my mother? Cass plainly answered with the truth, and not another word was said. Azrael followed his father blindly into the city. It was there that his father taught him how to fight and hate. He taught him how she-cats really should be treated (though Azrael never believed him on that one.) Everything his mother had taught him was tainted. But he held on to as much as he could.

When he was about 15 moons, he was training with his father in the nightclub when a silver tabby she-cat with gray eyes just like him walked in. His father seemed to know her, and when he took her into the back room, Azrael was afraid for her. His father used that back room for things Azrael would never dream of doing to a she-cat. So he crept by and watched in the doorway as his father drunk from a bowl and began to choke on his blood. And the she-cat did nothing. In fact, Azrael thought he even saw a smile light her face. When his father was dead, the she-cat left the room and tapped him on the shoulder. Goodbye my little brother. And then she walked out without even looking back. He would always thank her in his dreams for freeing him from the horrid thing he called father.

>>In the present.

The she-cat still walks in his mind. He knows that she is his sister, but he does not recall her scent nor any distinguishing features. He doesn't even know if she's clan or rogue. Now he lives in the city, feared and respected by all due to his father's obviously ominous reputation.

So if you took the time to read all of that, then congrats. I commend you for your efforts. So why don't we put a little group behind Mister Azrael? I'm open to plot ideas and such, also. Just PM if you wish.

[Valk]

Hello, I would like to join in the group of elites and possibly be the "right hand man" of the leader. My cat's information is typed below and my role-playing sample is on my other cat here, Frostbite .

Vladimir Kivuli

26 moons I have lived in the hell of a gift given by my
mother Aree and father Alexander

Tom is what I am

I am merely a rouge that you wish to never meet<

When you view vladimir on all the sides, the tom is assaulted by hellfire and flame. orange tendrils lick up and down his limbswith ferocity well-known in his family’s lineage. twin armies of red and gold collide upon the cats’s upper hide, tossing and turning with no one color gaining the upper hand. his underbelly, jaws, and cheeks are splattered with a cream color that breaks apart the twisting flames. his sides are an explosion of chaos and unceasing wonder. so completely do the two colors blend that the viewer is quite unsure of the true painting that has been splashed across the boy’s frame. grace is something that has yet to arrive in vladimir’s vocabulary. his entire body is something of a marvel. the widths and proportions betray a cat that is broad and heavyset. his bone structure is thick and packed with a power only hidden to himself. vladimir has the features of a soldier. he is bristling with the capability of overthrowing kings, or rending heads from his enemies.  but there it is, a showstopper. they sit embedded in his cherubic face, two jewels hidden from a world of pain. within the tom’s eyes exist two oceans of seafoam green. they are a bastion of humanity, calm and yet seething with emotion. they are tossed with the anger of being an outcast.

Look at the monster

What makes up a personality? Only one person defined by many things, but what happens when its one person defined by many others within them?<o:p></o:p>

The malevolent beings in my head taunt me, don’t come any closer it won’t be just me you’re communicating too. The whispers, taunts and lies. Who will you be today?

The options vary don’t they Vlad?

Nicholas Lett

Choose me they chant and will you listen to the fools once more? I’m far more prominent than the giggle baboons who seeks but to taste elixir of life from other useless souls. Far more sophisticated and ingenious than those three that lurk about your head performing “the games” that brings them more pleasure than you. Taking them into consideration just makes me shameful to be lone within the pit of your entity.<o:p></o:p>

Erick Holtiton

Where are you going now? Tired of inhaling the fumes the old spirit shrew to you? A connection between us is far more understandable than someone who wants to frolic about with peace sign on his chest. Thrill is another name to be although it is in a form commonly rejected, who would dare be more daring than I? Fears don’t exist in this mind of ours; we don’t know how others come to fears. Countless of faes will race our way and the choices are always more than one. Having one of something isn’t nearly as fun now is it? Desires shall always be filled with me if you consume me.<o:p></o:p>

Oberon Utan Tal

Although words are not many with me, respect is something we gain with ease. It is better to perform than allow speech. I dread speech for the simple reason as it hangs in the air longer than need, can be easily repeated or strung together to form a perfect lie. With words weakness can be acknowledged and the destruction of us all can come far more quickly. Reserved with observation too aid is the skill that never fades, and then at once we will always be head of the head. Nothing more I could conjure up to persuade as the choice is always on your plate.

Ares Mördaren

The aroma of your entity is pleasing come closer, as it beckons me to you. Love? you think is what crosses this mind? You've been fooled by the different masks he puts on. I am the truth, brutal and vicious. Hatred doesn’t exactly make any sense of what I have. Blood thirst perhaps could make some logic but the persona placed within me is what others find of disgust. But with patience and intelligence slip between these fibers that create me, don’t second guess my reasoning. it always leave you longing for answers you’d vanish finding out. Remain where you wish but I doubt when I’m released….everything will be a mere memory, even your existence.

Fight us off?

Fine, but you’ll be back for all of us one step at a time.
You’ll long before your realize.

I don't even know who we are.

Note: Please understand the names in the description of his
personality are the multi- personalities he has

[Shads]

A very interesting kitten you have here Valk. A lovely, and well developed kitten might I say.(: I love your writing style, it is very nice. And yes, of course you may be the right-hand-man of my furry friend here.(: Thank you for your interest.(;

[Valk]

YUS, thank you very much and why thank you. I'm a bit out there with my writing at times depending on my character. This one is especially "out there" some would say, I can't wait to see this group in action.

[Shads]

The group is still open to members!(: