Post by Meo on Nov 9, 2017 0:07:02 GMT
Hailstrike  the basics character's name: Hailstrike. age: Thirty-nine moons. gender: She-cat. clan: MothClan. rank: Warrior. sexuality: Bisexual. the appearance Appearance: Hailstrike is absolutely stunning, her pelt is gorgeous. She has a vibrant, unique alabaster (creamy-white) peltage. Her bright long fur doesn't entirely help her within the night, but that doesn't really matter to her, it doesn't change anything in her mind. Hailstrike is a very large yet lithesome she-cat with broad shoulders. Her vibrant, diverse deep-gold oculars stand out amongst her cream-point alabaster derma, whilst her pink nose almost blends in, making a good mix with the color of her light pelt. Hailstrike's paws are quite large, along with her sharp and one-inch-long claws with are hard to completely sheath. the personality Personality: Hailstrike isn't entirely one of the most positive felines around, but of course, she does have her good traits. Hailstrike is a very patient she-cat, able to wait on others. She doesn't seem to care how long something may take, she finds patience a fantastic trait, as impatient felines tend to get on her nerves. Hailstrike's intelligence is above average, being rather clever in various areas, her intelligent and adroit mind allows her to avoid manipulative cats, along with any tricks she wouldn't dare fall for. She observes others carefully, to attempt to pin-point weaknesses, to take advantages of others. Lastly, though, it takes much time to reach the she-cat's soft side, she can be very amiable, causing her to become more friendly and munificent, often teasing in a whimsical manner. Once reaching that amiable side to Hailstrike, she will come to protect another, no matter how dangerous it may be. She'd risk her life for someone she's close to, especially (when it comes to that point), her mate...and of course the clan if completely necessary, well, if she were a deputy or leader, most definetely. Hailstrike's irascible personality, as she can't handle overly jumpy and/or discourteous felines, which causes her belligerency to grow overly belligerent and she will go quite moody. When this happens, her vocals tend to lower and become vehemently laced with straight-forward venomous and bitterness. She is often whimsical, tending to tease those she's closest to, and often playing mini-pranks to scare or provoke them a bit. She is found to be skeptical as well, not being easily convinced even if something is true, it's as if she needs proof. Unfortunately, Hailstrike never shows any emotion, unless she's close to someone, but it's rare to see her smile, or show any emotion other than anger. She can be rather brusque, in other words, blunt and abrupt, she tends to interrupt many situations and others speaking. She is almost careless of others' important conversations and whatnot, if something is more important than the current conversation, she will not hesitate to interrupt. Hailstrike can be cooperative, but is stubborn and argumentative to do so, so she'll often argue or be uncooperative, mainly depending on the situation. She is almost childish in a way for that sort of behavior, but she, again, doesn't care. Lastly, Hailstrike is somewhat calculating, being jejune and silent when she is pondering, deciding on what she could do next, remaining apathetic in visage. Overall, Hailstrike has changed and is most definietely not the murderous and bloodthirsty she-cat she used to be, she is more light-hearted now. However, Hailstrike, beneath all her rough edges, she just wants the best for the clan...and well...winning of course, battles that is. She is one who will speak up for someone or help them out if she finds something is irrational, wrong, or could be a little better. the history/other Skills: + Fighting, climbing, and running. - Tracking, hunting, and swimming. : Mental strength, leaping, and stamina. father: Iceclaw (deceased, formally of IvyClan). mother: Snowberry (Alive, of IvyClan). siblings: Tinystream and Whitepaw (deceased). other relatives: Darkriddle (Not a relative, just very close with her.). Heronfrost - Cousin. (played by me). overall history • Kithood: Icekit had been born into MistClan, her name being Icekit during the time. Icekit was born in a litter of three, herself, Tinykit, and Whitekit. The three siblings seemed to have gotten along well, though, Icekit was the largest, always picking on Whitekit, and especially Tinykit, considering he was the smallest in the litter. Icekit had always been a teaser, practically since the day she was born! However, as she began to near the age of an apprentice, she started to smile less and become emotionless. She, herself hadn't known what was happening, perhaps she was maturing a bit? But for some reason, she began to get this urge to rebel and murder. Eventually, Icekit's apprenticeship came along. Apprenticeship: Icekit became Icepaw. The creamy she-cat was mentored by a large, pitch-black tomcat with mysteriously glinting, bright orange intimidating eyes. His name had been Darkriddle. Darkriddle was cold-hearted, strident, and bitter, which caused Icepaw to slowly turn the same way. The black warrior was brutal towards her, but not in a physical manner, however, soon enough, the two began to get along well, having the same dark ambitious thoughts and plans. Both wanted to murder innocent lives. Icepaw started to make plans with the older feline, the tom giving her splendid ideas on what Icepaw had wanted to do. One day, Icepaw and Darkriddle had been out 'training' while actually speaking about their plains to make a rebellion against their own clan, Icepaw's brother, Whitepaw came along. The average-sized appretice scowled, huffing furiously, giving his spot away to the two blood-thirsty cats. "This is wrong! You should be loyal and devoted to the clan! I will report this to our leader!" The apprentice stated, but within seconds, he spoke again, "You two reek of IvyClan." He hissed. Icepaw grinned, flashing her sharp incisors as she unsheathed her claws, "Oh for so long, I've wanted to kill you, Whitepaw." Icepaw spat, leaping towards her pale-colored brother, slamming his smaller physique against the ground roughly, a thud could be heard. "Say hello to StarClan for me." She hummed insanely. The creamy apprentice, with that, brought her big paw back and then forwards in one fluid movement, slashing the throat of her sibling, lukewarm crimson liquid staining her bright peltage. She huffed, glimpsing towards her mentor as she cleaned the blood as best she could from her pelt before passing through berries to decease the scent of her sibling she'd murdered. The two MistClanners returned to camp, greeting their fellow clanmates so casually, as if nothing had happened. The thing was, no one suspected anything, considering they reeked of berries, which wasn't too bad of an aroma, of course. The next day, the border patrol returned shocked and clearly devastated, bringing the dead body of her brother back, Whitepaw. Though, it seemed her scent hadn't remained, but it was someone else's...Who? She killed him! The aroma deceived on Whitepaw, was her mentor's. When did he leave his scent? When they were heading back yesterday? Who knew. She didn't have a clue. Considering this, Darkriddle was expelled from the clan, getting kicked out. "If I would've known my mentor had done this, I would have told the clan on first notice." She stated to the whole clan which gathered around. With that simple statement, she was declared a warrior. Warrior: Icepaw was named Iceheart. Iceheart had eventually became more "loyal" to the clan, growing close with each of her clanmates. However, since Darkriddle had been discarded from the clan, the plan would've been harder to succeed, though, it wouldn't stop her. When the time came, Iceheart was out on patrol with two other cats, however, when she went off on her own to 'mark' the borders, she was followed by one of her clanmates as she snuck behind the other. She didn't realize she was being followed, as she was too busy trying to kill the other. Iceheart launched towards the tomcat, pinned him against the ground with a slight struggle against his own power. Iceheart unsheathed her claws, raking his belly, though, the other cat came out of nowhere, slamming Iceheart into the ground, away from the tom. This was a she-cat, her gaze cold and stern. "What do you think you're doing?!" The she-cat questioned harshly in Iceheart's face. "Hmm, I thought it was clear, I was going to kill both of you, until you came along. One. By. One." She stated, her vocals vehemently laced with venom. Of course, the plan hadn't worked, and the leader threw her out. Kittypet: After being thrown out, Iceheart traveled to the two-leg place, figuring it may be best to live the kittypet life, as it'll be easier and more relaxing, possibly? Iceheart lived the kittypet life for a few moons, about five, but grew sick of the kittypet food, as she seemed to have fattened up a bit, and she had changed over time. The change wasn't bad, considering she wasn't as blood-thirsty and ambitious anymore. She then went back into the wild, tearing her color, with the name "Ambrosia" on a sharply pointed rock. Rogue: As a rogue, Ambrosia would just relax and travel amongst every territory, pushing her boundaries much more than she should've, and she still never got caught, knowing the greatest of escapes, especially within IvyClan, as she came from there. She became more slim as the moons went on, and now continues her rogue life, much differently than the past. Amongst her travels, she eventually bumped into a MothClanner, however, she didn't fight, nor did they attempt to do so with her. Ambrosia had been taken in, surprisingly. No feline entirely enjoyed her company, considering she wasn't to be trusted and was a rogue. MothClan Warrior: Soon enough, MothClan was created, and she joined, being renamed Hailstrike, and she had been quite popular within the clan, leading various border patrols, and often hunting patrols, even if she could barely hunt, herself. the role player other characters: Bleh. Roleplay Sample: N/A |
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