Post by S t o r m on Sept 27, 2008 19:13:05 GMT -5
>>Name:[/b][li]Mother:
Jackknife(Jack)
>>Gender:
Tom
>>Age:
28 moons
>>Description:
Jackknife has a completely auburn body. From head to the tip of his tail, every hair is auburn. He possesses a smoky edge to it as well. Ash-black tips every hair on his pelt. Jackknife's shoulders are large, built for a powerful frame. His legs are long, thick, and very strong. Jackknife is pretty fast, a bit above average, not very though.
Jackknife's fur is short-cut but enough to keep warm. It shines broadly in any type of light, giving off a little, orange glow. He moves under it smoothly, flawlessly, his pelt rippling as he moves.
He isn't named Jackknife for nothing. Claws, black as night, and long like thin little daggers lie at his paws.
Like green shards of glass, his eyes are jade. No flecks around the pupil. No flecks anywhere. His orbs are cold, free of emotion.
>>Scars:
One long scratch down his backleg and many others scattered along his disgruntled bodice.
>>Rank:
Rouge
Died at birth
[/li][li]Father:
Killed by him
[/li][li]Siblings:
Died in a gutter
[/li][li]Kits:
Nope
[/li][li]Other Kin:
None that he knows of
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>>Personality:
Jackknife is a quiet tom. He doesn't much like to get into other people's situations. He doesn't talk to many cats, but if he does get to know someone, he opens up a tiny bit. First, someone might see the spark of a smile on his lips, not very common. Second, he might laugh a little at their jokes. Third, he might start to make his own jokes. And then, after a while, he'll be himself, no longer afraid to be someone other than the fearsome Jackknife. A real friend.
Jackknife can be easily provoked into a fight. If another is harmed, he will protect them with all his strength. He hates people who pick on others. Hates them.
He's very competitive. That may be his weakness. If you challenge him to some sort of game, he does not lose. And, if he does, he does not enjoy it at all.
Jackknife can tolerate pain. He had been trained to do so. Ignoring and working it to his advantage, he's all strategy. Pain or no pain, he plans to win at all costs.
>>History:
He was born to a rouge father and mother. His mother died shortly after birth. His father blamed him for that and so did he.
His father raised him, knowing he would be as strong as he, while he abandoned the other small, weak kits to starve in a nearby gutter.
Greed for power within his reach, the father trained Jackknife as a mentor would train an apprentice, though much harder. He trained him to not feel pain, to never give mercy to his enemies, to always, always win.
When Jackknife was grown, he could see what his father wanted. He wanted him for strength, not because he loved his only living son. Jackknife did not want a father who didn't love him. So, he told him, one day that, he was leaving.
"What?!" his father had said through clenched teeth. "You're my son!"
"No, I'm your tool." Jackknife had answered before, turning tail and beginning to walk away.
Jackknife's father, angered by betrayal, had leaped at him, claws outstretched for the kill.
Jackknife fought him for his own self defense.
His father died that day, bloodied and mangled at Jackknife's reddened claws.
Jackknife ran away, crying to himself. He had killed his mother. He had killed his father. He was truly a monster. Who else would he kill?
[/li][li] Peace
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[/li][li] Bullies
[/li][li] His horrible claws
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>>Picture:
Nope...
>>Song:
Shout by Tears for Fears
>>Rules:
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