Post by Shadefur on Sept 28, 2008 14:57:02 GMT -5
>>Name: Slice/Hazeberry/Dark Slyce
>>Gender: Tom
>>Age: 53 moons
>>Description: Slice is a large, although very thin (a result of not eating much) white tomcat with a single black stripe running diagonally across his back. He has bright, amber eyes that capture light better than most cats, giving them a glowing effect in dim light.
He has stronger than average limbs, allowing him to slash with even more damage than most cats, but poor eating has weakened him; he won’t be winning many fights at the moment
>>Scars: Many. Several large ones on his belly, and a deep one on his neck.
>>Rank: Rogue Warrior
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[/li][li]Father: Rapier
[/li][li]Siblings: Shadefur (half-sister),Sai (brother)
[/li][li]Kits: Sierra/Slice II, Shadow (daughters), Flicker, Flint, Slash (sons)
[/li][li]Other Kin:Skadi (mate)
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>>Personality: Slice has actually three personalities; Slice, Hazeberry, and Dark Slyce. He switches between them at random, Slice being his main, and least insane one.
Slice is the most intelligent personality, and his original; the other two are somehow linked to a near-fatal attack by Shadefur is the Clans vs. Rogues battle.
Slice is somewhat sarcastic, holds a grudge, and is good at thinking up battle strategies. He can't stand listening to others, though. He has a strong sense of dark justice.
Hazeberry is insanely weird, and a poet, making apocalyptic verses telling about the end of the world. He'll attack, but doesn't kill; just harms.
Dark Slyce is the most violent of the three, existing only to kill. He can't feel pain, so often acts extremely reckless, attacking large groups of enemies. He's very dangerous and unpredictable, and will attack without warning.
Oh, and all three personalities believe in StarClan.
>>History: Slice grew up in Twolegplace, where he started off as a somewhat innocent, nice young cat who was friends with rogues, loners, and kittypets alike. Alas, he was soon introduced to violence, and the fact that he needed to be violent as well, quite soon. He found that it was actually easier to be evil, and so became more and more of a terrible cat. Still, he avoided direct conflict with other cats, preferring to be alone. He heard rumors of a powerful army being created to attack the cats of the forest, but he ignored these rumors. The forest cats had never bothered him, and besides, he didn’t like to work with others. He would’ve rather stayed with his small band of followers on the edge of Twolegplace, including his mate, Skadi.
This changed one day, when he was driven out of the forest’s edge by a group of FlameClan warriors led by their deputy, Feralstorm. Slice felt that that was wrong, and the hatred in his head grew stronger, twisting his mind until he felt he needed to destroy the Clans.
He joined the army, becoming one of the more-respected warriors, and when the rogues attacked, he did well in the battle.
However, as he started to deliver the killing bite to a young apprentice, he was attacked from behind by a FlameClan warrior, actually his half-sister, Shadefur.
The rogues lost and Slice was left for dead, slowly managing to crawl into an old drain-pipe where he slowly healed his wounds, although somehow, the pain from the wounds, mixed with the fact that his twisted mind couldn’t stand losing, had driven him partly insane.
At the moment, he still lurks in the alleys of Twolegplace, waiting for prey and dreaming of the days when it seemed as though the rogues would truly take over the forest…
[/li][li] Himself
[/li][li] The feel of skin shredding under his claws
[/li][li] Strength
[/li][li] Natural selection
[/li][li] Good strategies
[/li][/ul]
[/li][li] The Clans, FlameClan in general (Feralstorm to be specific; Slice doesn’t know he died)
[/li][li] Weakness
[/li][li] Stupidity
[/li][li] Dogs (He doesn’t forget the aid they gave the Clans in the battle)
[/li][li] Dishonorable methods of fighting (Poison, neckbites, etc…)
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture: None
>>Song: None
>>Rules: I understand them to my 77%-ish scanner, admin-sé!
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>>Gender: Tom
>>Age: 53 moons
>>Description: Slice is a large, although very thin (a result of not eating much) white tomcat with a single black stripe running diagonally across his back. He has bright, amber eyes that capture light better than most cats, giving them a glowing effect in dim light.
He has stronger than average limbs, allowing him to slash with even more damage than most cats, but poor eating has weakened him; he won’t be winning many fights at the moment
>>Scars: Many. Several large ones on his belly, and a deep one on his neck.
>>Rank: Rogue Warrior
[/li][li]Father:
[/li][li]Siblings: Shadefur (half-sister),
[/li][li]Kits: Sierra/Slice II, Shadow (daughters), Flicker, Flint, Slash (sons)
[/li][li]Other Kin:
[/li][/ul]
>>Personality: Slice has actually three personalities; Slice, Hazeberry, and Dark Slyce. He switches between them at random, Slice being his main, and least insane one.
Slice is the most intelligent personality, and his original; the other two are somehow linked to a near-fatal attack by Shadefur is the Clans vs. Rogues battle.
Slice is somewhat sarcastic, holds a grudge, and is good at thinking up battle strategies. He can't stand listening to others, though. He has a strong sense of dark justice.
Hazeberry is insanely weird, and a poet, making apocalyptic verses telling about the end of the world. He'll attack, but doesn't kill; just harms.
Dark Slyce is the most violent of the three, existing only to kill. He can't feel pain, so often acts extremely reckless, attacking large groups of enemies. He's very dangerous and unpredictable, and will attack without warning.
Oh, and all three personalities believe in StarClan.
>>History: Slice grew up in Twolegplace, where he started off as a somewhat innocent, nice young cat who was friends with rogues, loners, and kittypets alike. Alas, he was soon introduced to violence, and the fact that he needed to be violent as well, quite soon. He found that it was actually easier to be evil, and so became more and more of a terrible cat. Still, he avoided direct conflict with other cats, preferring to be alone. He heard rumors of a powerful army being created to attack the cats of the forest, but he ignored these rumors. The forest cats had never bothered him, and besides, he didn’t like to work with others. He would’ve rather stayed with his small band of followers on the edge of Twolegplace, including his mate, Skadi.
This changed one day, when he was driven out of the forest’s edge by a group of FlameClan warriors led by their deputy, Feralstorm. Slice felt that that was wrong, and the hatred in his head grew stronger, twisting his mind until he felt he needed to destroy the Clans.
He joined the army, becoming one of the more-respected warriors, and when the rogues attacked, he did well in the battle.
However, as he started to deliver the killing bite to a young apprentice, he was attacked from behind by a FlameClan warrior, actually his half-sister, Shadefur.
The rogues lost and Slice was left for dead, slowly managing to crawl into an old drain-pipe where he slowly healed his wounds, although somehow, the pain from the wounds, mixed with the fact that his twisted mind couldn’t stand losing, had driven him partly insane.
At the moment, he still lurks in the alleys of Twolegplace, waiting for prey and dreaming of the days when it seemed as though the rogues would truly take over the forest…
[/li][li] Himself
[/li][li] The feel of skin shredding under his claws
[/li][li] Strength
[/li][li] Natural selection
[/li][li] Good strategies
[/li][/ul]
[/li][li] The Clans, FlameClan in general (Feralstorm to be specific; Slice doesn’t know he died)
[/li][li] Weakness
[/li][li] Stupidity
[/li][li] Dogs (He doesn’t forget the aid they gave the Clans in the battle)
[/li][li] Dishonorable methods of fighting (Poison, neckbites, etc…)
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture: None
>>Song: None
>>Rules: I understand them to my 77%-ish scanner, admin-sé!
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