Post by .:Fallensnow:. on Oct 23, 2011 22:44:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px] Shayde gender: Tom age: 20 moons clan: BloodClan rank: Warrior [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE Midnight, ebony, darkness, never ending abyss. These words don't only describe how Shayde looks, but how he acts. Which, wasn't even recognized till later. His coat though is black, not a lick of white in sight, and instead of shining brown in the sunlight, it glimmers in shades or silver and blue. His eyes are the only thing that really seem to stand out. A peircing shade of golden yellow, they are easily seen against the dark background of his face. His body is long and slender, but not without muscle. He's a fast warrior that can hold his own in a fight. However, he's not invincible and the little scars on his flanks and legs tell that story every moment he catches someone looking at them. It's not disfiguring by any means, but it's a sign of a warrior. Which, is not entirely bad if you're Shayde. PERSONALITY Yes, I enjoy threatening others and doing BloodClan's dirty work. It's fun to be honest and I prefer to not think long enough for it to reach my conscious. Am I a blind soldier then? Let me ask you this, am I soldier at all if I always refuse to take orders? I am strong because I follow my superiors. They have made me that way, and I won't allow some rebels to mess their work up. So yes, I won't flinch if they tell me to kill. No, that perhaps is wrong. I would if it was a young cat. Apprentices, if young enough don't always know better, and kits definitely don't. Queens are needed too much to kill, and she-cats in general are just a bit of a sore spot with me after Moss.... So yeah, I'll kill toms. I'll threaten she-cats and younger cats. Simple, easy.... I sound ruthless probably, maybe I am...maybe that is a bad thing. I can't allow myself to think on things though like that! See!?! This is why I don't talk to others much. The bunches of nosy cats just get in the way and keep me from my purpose. I prefer to be alone. Shadows are my friends, and night is my preferred ally. I work for death, and I worship of through blood. That's what I've been taught my whole life....that's the only thing I should ever think of....right? HISTORY Born to two cats of BloodClan, Shayde and his sister Moss were always prepared to live the ruling Clan's life style. Shayde took it in with open paws, Moss did not. She resisted from the earliest stages, and being a beautiful she-cat she knew exactly what was to become of her. Shayde saw it coming, and in his days as an apprentice he did everything he could to keep her out of trouble. He loved his sister. She was his other half, the very thing that gave him life. She was the thing that broke him apart too. Or her death was. It was one night. Strange how everything can change in one night... The Tom she was supposed to mate to had gone on a hunting trip with her. Just to get to know her, that's what he said to Shayde when the younger Tom questioned him. The pair left, and never came back. Shayde was furious, as were the leaders of BloodClan. A search was sent for the warrior and she-cat, only to discover their tracks lost nearby a twoleg place. After that, Shayde fell apart. He was alive in the normal sense, but he didn't live. He was a machine to be used, because at least then he didn't have to think of Moss. Every time he says that he doesn't want to think to much about what BloodClan does or makes him do, he actually means he doesn't want to think about why Moss left. It's his deepest secret, one he protects with tooth and claw so that no one knows. [/style] |
