Post by Shads on Mar 29, 2013 16:59:08 GMT -5
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 !
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 !
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 !
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 !
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.
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.
>>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 I know I didn't use the bio form, but this has everything you need, and it was easier to just copy this and than copy and paste and copy and paste. I will, however, change it if you need me too.
thank you Sharp. Like I said, I will try to be on, but I know the 28th I have 3 tests(one in each class) and after that are my finals, so that will be rough. I should be able to keep things going, but I wanted to let you all know just in case I vanish.
