Post by x_STARREH_STYX_x on Oct 4, 2008 13:49:05 GMT -5
>>Name: Tesseract, sometimes called Tess or Tesser by her crazy roleplayer, nicknamed The Princess
>>Gender: She-cat
>>Age: 7 moons
>>Description: Elegant tabby, with a lithe figure and glossy fur. Her main coloring is dark brown, but there are some patches of bronze and orange, sometimes tinged with black. Her paws are small, and her claws are sharp, while her ears are always pricked. She can look totally undefended, you leap, and then... you're on the ground with your sides ripped open, spilling blood. Her smirk and her blank face are some of her best tactics for fear and assumed protection.
Her eyes are different. One is dark, cold blue, and the other is a warm, bright hazel. She can use these to her advantage, fixing one on you while the other remains unseen to you on the other side of her face, displaying her true emotions.
>>Scars: All of her paws are rather beaten around the pad, but none of this is visible unless her paw is in your face, in which case you are dead, because she marks her victims by putting her paw in their blood and then pressing it over their faces so that half of their eyes are covered in her bloody pawprint.
>>Rank: Tabby of Royalty- referred to as The Princess occasionally
[/li][li]Father: Thunderbolt- Loner
[/li][li]Siblings: None
[/li][li]Kits: None
[/li][li]Other Kin: None known
[/li][/ul]
>>Personality: Rather diabolical, really, for such a small and pretty cat. She loves usurping others in their own kingdoms, or Clans, as they are called here in this forest. A cat of her age in this forest would be an apprentice- in the land that she comes from, a cat of her age would still be a kit in the nursery. She is ever so glad that she has left her home, and would do it all over again a hundred times in a heartbeat.
Truly, some cats hate to kill and only do it because they believe that it will protect their families and friends. They are the most noble of cats. Tesseract is not one of those cats. Her one passion is having power, and using it to torture, to torment... to kill.
Shades of gray. They're all dead to her. Either you're a tabby, or you're not. And you're not good with a little bit of bad, or bad with a little bit of good. To her, it's good or bad. Faith or Evil.
She chooses evil.
Are you surprised?
>>History: She grew up a little south of the Clans, where the cats are usually bigger and stronger. As a smaller cat, she was almost revered. They called her The Princess, and took care of her, and selected the best mate for her so that she would have the best kits. But she realized that she didn't want kits, she wanted to be pampered like she had before. And when a messenger, a spy, carried news of the Tabbies of Royalty in the Clans... well, she had always liked being treated like she was the the prettiest and the most noble and the most important... because in her world, well, she was. And so, she left, leaving a trail of murders behind her. Starting with her own parents, and ending with her arranged mate.
She's a bit insane, by the way. But better insane than completely crazed, right? Yeah... wouldn't bet on it.
[/li][li]BEING PAMPERED.
[/li][li]CUTE BUT EVIL TOMS.
[/li][/ul]
[/li][li]THOSE THAT DO NOT WORSHIP HER.
[/li][li]KITA... HER PERSONAL SLAVE. XDDD ESCAPING THROUGH THE AIR CONDITIONING VENT... [[Ahh, never mind. It was a joke between me and Leafeh.]]
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture:
>>Song: Don't Mess With Me by Poets of the Fall
>>Rules: YUSSSS.[/size]
>>Gender: She-cat
>>Age: 7 moons
>>Description: Elegant tabby, with a lithe figure and glossy fur. Her main coloring is dark brown, but there are some patches of bronze and orange, sometimes tinged with black. Her paws are small, and her claws are sharp, while her ears are always pricked. She can look totally undefended, you leap, and then... you're on the ground with your sides ripped open, spilling blood. Her smirk and her blank face are some of her best tactics for fear and assumed protection.
Her eyes are different. One is dark, cold blue, and the other is a warm, bright hazel. She can use these to her advantage, fixing one on you while the other remains unseen to you on the other side of her face, displaying her true emotions.
>>Scars: All of her paws are rather beaten around the pad, but none of this is visible unless her paw is in your face, in which case you are dead, because she marks her victims by putting her paw in their blood and then pressing it over their faces so that half of their eyes are covered in her bloody pawprint.
>>Rank: Tabby of Royalty- referred to as The Princess occasionally
[/li][li]Father: Thunderbolt- Loner
[/li][li]Siblings: None
[/li][li]Kits: None
[/li][li]Other Kin: None known
[/li][/ul]
>>Personality: Rather diabolical, really, for such a small and pretty cat. She loves usurping others in their own kingdoms, or Clans, as they are called here in this forest. A cat of her age in this forest would be an apprentice- in the land that she comes from, a cat of her age would still be a kit in the nursery. She is ever so glad that she has left her home, and would do it all over again a hundred times in a heartbeat.
Truly, some cats hate to kill and only do it because they believe that it will protect their families and friends. They are the most noble of cats. Tesseract is not one of those cats. Her one passion is having power, and using it to torture, to torment... to kill.
Shades of gray. They're all dead to her. Either you're a tabby, or you're not. And you're not good with a little bit of bad, or bad with a little bit of good. To her, it's good or bad. Faith or Evil.
She chooses evil.
Are you surprised?
>>History: She grew up a little south of the Clans, where the cats are usually bigger and stronger. As a smaller cat, she was almost revered. They called her The Princess, and took care of her, and selected the best mate for her so that she would have the best kits. But she realized that she didn't want kits, she wanted to be pampered like she had before. And when a messenger, a spy, carried news of the Tabbies of Royalty in the Clans... well, she had always liked being treated like she was the the prettiest and the most noble and the most important... because in her world, well, she was. And so, she left, leaving a trail of murders behind her. Starting with her own parents, and ending with her arranged mate.
She's a bit insane, by the way. But better insane than completely crazed, right? Yeah... wouldn't bet on it.
[/li][li]BEING PAMPERED.
[/li][li]CUTE BUT EVIL TOMS.
[/li][/ul]
[/li][li]THOSE THAT DO NOT WORSHIP HER.
[/li][li]KITA... HER PERSONAL SLAVE. XDDD ESCAPING THROUGH THE AIR CONDITIONING VENT... [[Ahh, never mind. It was a joke between me and Leafeh.]]
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture:
>>Song: Don't Mess With Me by Poets of the Fall
>>Rules: YUSSSS.[/size]
