Shadder || Loner

[mewmehh]

| Disappeared after Honeyheart's death; thought to have finally skipped town |

Shadder Male | 8 moons | INFJ Dusty grey-ticked brown and black tabby with pale green eyes Pansexual  Smells metallic and of musk Loner - Rogue Group Scout Edgy, troubled youth type Appearance A thin and gaunt-looking tom with a close coat of tickled and spotted tabby fur. Shadder's tail is long, but thin and crooked near the end from an improperly healed break. Despite his somewhat scrawny build, he had surprisingly powerful hind legs that allows for him to spring into the air with relative ease. The tom’s coat quite matches his namesake as it seems as if it would meld into the shadowy undergrowth easily. His body is made of dark sepia brown with dark ash ticking and black rosettes and stripes marking his flanks, limbs, and face. His crooked tail is striped in dark rings with a solid tip and his paws are socks in black as well. Shadder has pale, melancholy eyes of mossy green whose glowering light tends to act as his only sign of expression. A multitude of fleshy scars lace his body, but his most visible ones are a pair on his shoulder, a wiggly one beneath his eye, and a tear in his ear, all on the left side of his body. Just below the tear in his ear, a foreign metallic ring is stuck like a piercing. Personality [Core Personality Traits] || Reserved || Shadder is a quiet cat who keeps to himself and prefers the shadows and thorny brambles rather than the warm sunniness of an open field filled with others cats. He's not one to speak much and almost always keeps his walls up in order to avoid as much emotional anguish as he can. He's used to torment and bad things outweighing the good. || Morose || A sullen and quite clearly depressed cat, Shadder practically smells of misery and bitter strife. He isn't one that easily gets along with others as his somber demeanor often urges others elsewhere, and his lack of animation often makes him seem like a downer to be around- which is true in all honesty. || Sincere || Shadder is a very genuine cat, even if it isn't in the most positive instances. He tells it like it is and doesn't sugarcoat things. He doesn't lie or spin stories, but he also doesn't offer much on his own in terms of opinion because he knows many don't agree with him. But that won't keep him from saying what he wants to. || Romantic || Shadder as much of a daydream and a bit wistful in his wishes. He's realistic, but deep down dreams for a better life and many other little things that would soften the harshness he has only known too well. He dreams for the sweet things in life, like a juicy mouse and a kind mate to call his own. But he doesn't let other see this side of his too often. || Empathetic || This isn't to say that he chooses to be soft and feeling towards others; he is actually quite the opposite and chooses to ignore most. However, he is very good at picking up on how others are feeling and tends to tweak his actions and tones to best work with those more emotional to best benefit him. || Mordant || Shadder has a dry sense of humor that befits his typical nonchalant facade. He has a caustic way of speaking with a cutting edge to his sarcasm-laced words and when he smiles, it is sardonic and a touch bit cruel. There is almost always a biting feel to his words when he is outwardly acting and has his walls up. [Secondary Traits] Frantic Though it is difficult to break his calm demeanor, it does happen and when worked up, Shadder can appear frazzled and manic. Clever Shadder is a smart cat, but generally keeps it to himself. He has a sneaky wit as well. Numb Jaded to pain from suffering through it much of his life, he is hardly fazed by physical hurt. Selfish A bit self-centered, the only time he doesn't think about himself is when he's thinking about those closest to him, which in and of itself is selfish. Gentle Not one to jump to fight, he takes the chiller approach and thus is a much gentler cat. Ardent Shadder is quite the passionate zealot when it comes to his ideals despite his usual calmness. History The tale of the sullen cat begins with a humbling, if not rather degrading, start. Young Shadder had been born to a nomadic queen named Methuselah, who was once a most beautiful she-cat, and a fiery one at that. The queen well-known for making her rounds about the outskirts of the clans' territories before venturing into the twoleg place to lay her claim. It was there that the pretty monochrome-colored queen rooted around for the prettiest toms she could find and made use of her body through the skills of lechery. Here is where the story truly begins. Shadder had been born to Methuselah very late in the queen's life along a brother and two sisters as littermates. He also had many older siblings, but wasn't close with them as they almost always left as soon as they could and never returned. However, of this wayward family, the eldest sister that remained seemed more like a mother than Metha herself. As one of the youngest of the family, Shadder often struggled to keep up with his kinmates, Methuselah not caring to keep an eye on her kits and only bothering to allow them to feed when she was busy laying down. It was Shadder's silky sister, Callian, who helped the little tom and his littermates get by. And while it seemed that Callian was a sullen girl, she at least still managed to give little Shadder a smile every time she looked at him. Attached to his eldest sister's side, the dark world never seemed so scary to Shadder as he watched it go back with wondering eyes. Callian was too busy being so scared herself that her little brother never seemed to have the need to be fearful. He had Callian's sense of curiosity tenfold. Shadder's time with his mother and siblings was quite short, however, as the ticked tabby quickly found himself hating his mother and how she treated her kits. He had seen many of their siblings leave to walk their own paths and Shadder decided that as soon as he no longer needed Metha's milk, he would do the same and take Callian with him. He would care for her as she had done for him. What he had not be expecting was for his precious older sister to fall ill so easily once winter came, and as it went, so did Callian. His heart had been broken when Metha has kicked over her crumpled body in a gesture to rouse her one morning and simply left her for the crows. It broke the young kit to have to bury the she-cat as best he could with only the help of one of his littermates, Drabbil. And it was that day that he and his littermate, cover in dirt, left their family forever. They two separated to walk their own paths, Shadder too sad to try and follow his sister as she disappeared into the forest. Instead, he somehow ended up outside the slums of the twoleg place that he had been raised in. Having made his way towards suburbia, he hoped things would look for him. Soft little Shadder had been made into a hardened lone wolf-type by his sixth moon of age. Having to dodge smokey monsters and vicious dogs, fight off strays over scraps to eat, and nurse himself back to health without so much as a soul to keep him company, Shadder descended into seclusion. He had tried to stick close to houses to beg for food like he had heard many a kittypet advise, but this had been one of the worst mistakes he ever could have made. He had underestimated the cruelty of the older twoleg kits and had found himself caught by one, his tail and ear mutilated by the 'play' of the flat-faced kit. He managed to flee, having flayed the kid's arm, but not without scars- a crooked tail and a weird, uncomfortable object through his ear that he couldn't remove for the life of him for it hurt too much to try. Accepting his ugly appearance and hoping it would help to steer others from him, he decided he would live the rest of his life by himself. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Hissup | Loner | [Unknown] "My father. I can't say that I ever knew him, but I hate him for having left me with my mother." Mother Methuselah | Loner | [Unknown] "The bane of my existence. I loathe her and left her side as soon as I was done suckling from her toxic body. I only hope that she had softened in her old age and has stopped shelling out kits." Siblings Callian | Loner | [Deceased] "My eldest sister. I cherished her so much- I wish that she had gotten to live the rest of her life. I would've cared for her..." Littermates Clairborne | Loner | [Unknown] Oillect | Loner | [Unknown] Drabbil | Loner | [Unknown] "My brothers and sisters that suckled at my side. I don't know how they are, but I guess I hope they're okay. Drabbil was the only to leave with me, but now I don't even know what she's up to." [Extended Family] [Miscellaneous] Friends RP Example [RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox] Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water. Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation. Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. ”Hopefully…”

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