Post by Lily on Sept 29, 2007 14:44:05 GMT -5
Name: Ravenstar
Gender: Female
Clan: DawnClan
Rank: Leader
Age: Adult
Short Description: Small, agile, black. Cerise eyes. Short fur.
Appearance: Ravenstars' fur is as black as night. It is sleek, short, and gives her an overall delicate, graceful and lithe appearance. Her fur is quite clean, and so gives off a nice shine. Like many cats, she keeps her fur clean and free of tanglwes, so many other cats, especially females, also posses this shine in their fur. There is a bit of grey on her lower jaw, a very dark grey. The top of her head, backs of her ears, and top of her nose all apear black a majority of the time, but in the right light, this furs gives off a lovely silver shine.
She doesn't sneak, usually. She usually has a happy, yet leaderlike stance. Her gait is defined, but energetic, and she always has a smile. If not, you can almost sense the happy air to her. She doesn't have to be smiling for you to know that she is happy. Her countenance is always defined, and you can easily tell how she feels. Her eyes, look , and posture tell all. This makes her a horrible lier.
She is fairly small, and very agile. No fat on her, she is pure grace one might say. Her fur only adds to this appearance. It makes her look like a mere scratch would just cause her to crumble. she has long, thin, but fit legs. She is swift when she runs, and agile on the attack, though her small figure and delicate features drastically reduce her strength. One would definately say that she was built for speed, and phyisical contact isn't her strong point, as opposed to running, and attacking swiftly, many times.
Her eyes are unique. Toward the center, they are a shining shade of cerise, then toward the outside they fade to a violet color.
Personality:
If Ravenstar could be described in a word, that would would be "diverse". Sometimes you wouldn't think she was the same cat, but don't let her fool you. If you look closer, you'll find she rearely acts very diverse. All her traits tie in somehow to what is best for those she cares for. she may seem different, but if you pay attention, you'll she she is always Ravenstar, behind any words she might say.
Ravenstar can be wise. She needs to be for the good of her clan. She can be calm, responsible and well collected, as well as quite insightful. When she is guarding, protecting, or doing doing any sort of service for her clan, she is the perfect leader, and won't let her feelings get in the way of her judgement, or what is truley best for her beloved clan.
Otherwise, though. She is quite fun to be around. With a smile, a laugh and a good sense of humor, Raven is a good time just waiting for you. She is completely capable of laughing at herself, and prefers to laugh at herself over others.
She is also very kind, and gentle. She treats everyone like she would treat her best of friends. No one is really an enemy in her eyes. all desrve to be given a chance, and she doesn't at all believe in assuming, or judging, though she has a tendancy to easily believe. She wouldn't judge someone, but if someone told her that a certain person was a bad influence, she would believe them for a while. It would take her a bit to figure out that she had judged someone accidentally.
Determination ties in with these traits. If something is wrong, or someone is in trouble, she simply MUST intervene. This is a bit annoying to some. She has to be in the middle of almost everytihng. It's her job, rihgt? Well, not exactly. She has to fix things, make sure everyone is happy, and she often lets people trample all over her, as long as she can get a smile out of it. Sometimes, though, she doesn't get a smile.
Her biggest weakness, though, is naivette. This only applies to personal situations. When given a fact, or situation involving someone other than herself, she will research, examine, and make the best decisions based upon results. When alone, though, she tends to be as gullible as a newborn. She'll believe anything you say. When she was still an apprentice, other apprentices caled her Pawnpaw behind the teachers backs.
History: Ravenstar grew up happily in DawnClan. Really nothing that dramatic happened in her life, making her the happy, secure cat she is today. She wasn't hurt emotionally, her parents loved her, and she had good, true and close friends. There wasn't any real tradgedy in her life, and it really gives her sort of an aura of safety. you feel safer around people that you know had a good life. they don't have any reason to lash out suddenly, emotionally or physically.
Her only real interesting story is that once she had climbed a tree and a bear went under it a few minutes later. She really likes to tell that story. She became an apprentice, and worked very hard, despite being called a few names by her peers. They were all in jest. They were nly kidding, and Raven knew that. They were all good friends.
She then grew to be a warrior, and a good one. She was honored and respected, as well as very highly tristed. she gained the respect of almost the netirity of her Clan, but she ne ver let it get to her head. Prode only brings suffering, and often the loss of friends.
It almost seemed like only days passed, and she was then leader of Dawnclan. She wondered where all her days as a warrior had gone. She would do her best, though, and not let her rank get in the way of having a life, friends and a family. she was still a part of her clan, even if she was leading it.
She now lives in DawnClan, trying to make good decisions, and keep a healthy clan.
RP Sample:
Kaiyira almost wasn't even listening to what the two were saying. She brought her knees up against her chest, and buried her head between them. She didn't care if they were watching or how foolish she looked, she just needed to cry. She knew it was true. If only. If only she wouldn't have lied to him. That was all, just the truth. That was all that was needed to have saved him. But no, she didn't tell her father about Seito. Then, just like that, he was gone. With sobs shaking her entire body, she tried to look up. She heard Roukuro, and wanted to thank him, but she could barely see thorugh her own tears. "Rokuro..." she whispered in a soft, stressed, somewhat hoarse voice.
Seito heard Kaiyira mutter his name. His eyes widened, but then an eeire smirk came over his face. He was almost delighted at this sickening turn of events. "Beloved brother." he said, and turned to Rokuro, just as Rokuro spoke his name. "Yes, I'm glad you remember me!" he said, outstretching his arms, same cruel smile plastered to his face. It seemed no matter what physical expression held his features, that same smirk would always be visible in his eyes. Yes, this was perfect. just as he always had, he was perfecting his skills, of power, of manipulation. He could play with both of now, at the same time. interwine their words, feelings, spirits into a twisted web. Like puppets strings in the hands of a demented black widow. It sits in the dark, lovely red marks betraying your sight, while it eagerly awaits, only to break you down, to feast on your blood. Now, though, he didn't need to wait in the dark. He only needed to manipulate words, and watch complacently as they destroyed one another. He the most pathetic and compassionate look that he could, and turned quickly to the vixen, though he remained silent for now. She would ask, that much he knew. He'd known her too well, like a child knows its rag doll.
Kaiyira stood, tears still flowing. She wanted to run to him, to let herself fall onto him, bury her face in his fur. She wanted her agony and fear to drift away as she knelt safely near him. This desrie, however was quickly and horribly shattered as she heard them speak again. She stopped, every molecule of her poo body shaking. she was hurt, confused, lost, devastated. 'Brother? no, it...it can't be...' she thought. she'd heard Seito talk of his brother, but couldn't remember in her current state what he'd said. She fell again. "Brother? rokuro...No." she looked up with rage. She didn't know whjat else to do. "No, it's a lie! a lie, i hate you!" she shouted, knowing that it was true. rokuro had said it himself. she picked up stones, dirt, whatever her quiverig hands could manage to grasp, and she threw it at Seito with all of her srength. Noteably, it wasn't much.
Seito, same affectionate mockery on his face, ran to her. He cradled her head in his hands, and gently borught her head to lay on his chst. these gestures were so sincere , so loving, so gentle on the outside that it seemed almost impossible that he didn't mean it. He didn't, though. He hoped that Rokuro wouldn't see, but he knew that Kaiyira wouldn't. As he kneeled there, with each second passed that he held her, she grew calm, and her mind fell under his shadow. Her emotions entangled in his web of lies. To her, in this momen t, he loved her. She sighed, and her sobs lessened. Her pale, shaking hands reache out and clutched his shirt needily. "Seito..." she manged, muffled by tears, and Seito's shirt. with Rokuro behind him, and Kaiyra's head buried ni his embrace, none could see his smirk. She was his puppet now, and it was only a matter of time before Rokuro broke down completely, or at least that's what Seito thought.
Gender: Female
Clan: DawnClan
Rank: Leader
Age: Adult
Short Description: Small, agile, black. Cerise eyes. Short fur.
Appearance: Ravenstars' fur is as black as night. It is sleek, short, and gives her an overall delicate, graceful and lithe appearance. Her fur is quite clean, and so gives off a nice shine. Like many cats, she keeps her fur clean and free of tanglwes, so many other cats, especially females, also posses this shine in their fur. There is a bit of grey on her lower jaw, a very dark grey. The top of her head, backs of her ears, and top of her nose all apear black a majority of the time, but in the right light, this furs gives off a lovely silver shine.
She doesn't sneak, usually. She usually has a happy, yet leaderlike stance. Her gait is defined, but energetic, and she always has a smile. If not, you can almost sense the happy air to her. She doesn't have to be smiling for you to know that she is happy. Her countenance is always defined, and you can easily tell how she feels. Her eyes, look , and posture tell all. This makes her a horrible lier.
She is fairly small, and very agile. No fat on her, she is pure grace one might say. Her fur only adds to this appearance. It makes her look like a mere scratch would just cause her to crumble. she has long, thin, but fit legs. She is swift when she runs, and agile on the attack, though her small figure and delicate features drastically reduce her strength. One would definately say that she was built for speed, and phyisical contact isn't her strong point, as opposed to running, and attacking swiftly, many times.
Her eyes are unique. Toward the center, they are a shining shade of cerise, then toward the outside they fade to a violet color.
Personality:
If Ravenstar could be described in a word, that would would be "diverse". Sometimes you wouldn't think she was the same cat, but don't let her fool you. If you look closer, you'll find she rearely acts very diverse. All her traits tie in somehow to what is best for those she cares for. she may seem different, but if you pay attention, you'll she she is always Ravenstar, behind any words she might say.
Ravenstar can be wise. She needs to be for the good of her clan. She can be calm, responsible and well collected, as well as quite insightful. When she is guarding, protecting, or doing doing any sort of service for her clan, she is the perfect leader, and won't let her feelings get in the way of her judgement, or what is truley best for her beloved clan.
Otherwise, though. She is quite fun to be around. With a smile, a laugh and a good sense of humor, Raven is a good time just waiting for you. She is completely capable of laughing at herself, and prefers to laugh at herself over others.
She is also very kind, and gentle. She treats everyone like she would treat her best of friends. No one is really an enemy in her eyes. all desrve to be given a chance, and she doesn't at all believe in assuming, or judging, though she has a tendancy to easily believe. She wouldn't judge someone, but if someone told her that a certain person was a bad influence, she would believe them for a while. It would take her a bit to figure out that she had judged someone accidentally.
Determination ties in with these traits. If something is wrong, or someone is in trouble, she simply MUST intervene. This is a bit annoying to some. She has to be in the middle of almost everytihng. It's her job, rihgt? Well, not exactly. She has to fix things, make sure everyone is happy, and she often lets people trample all over her, as long as she can get a smile out of it. Sometimes, though, she doesn't get a smile.
Her biggest weakness, though, is naivette. This only applies to personal situations. When given a fact, or situation involving someone other than herself, she will research, examine, and make the best decisions based upon results. When alone, though, she tends to be as gullible as a newborn. She'll believe anything you say. When she was still an apprentice, other apprentices caled her Pawnpaw behind the teachers backs.
History: Ravenstar grew up happily in DawnClan. Really nothing that dramatic happened in her life, making her the happy, secure cat she is today. She wasn't hurt emotionally, her parents loved her, and she had good, true and close friends. There wasn't any real tradgedy in her life, and it really gives her sort of an aura of safety. you feel safer around people that you know had a good life. they don't have any reason to lash out suddenly, emotionally or physically.
Her only real interesting story is that once she had climbed a tree and a bear went under it a few minutes later. She really likes to tell that story. She became an apprentice, and worked very hard, despite being called a few names by her peers. They were all in jest. They were nly kidding, and Raven knew that. They were all good friends.
She then grew to be a warrior, and a good one. She was honored and respected, as well as very highly tristed. she gained the respect of almost the netirity of her Clan, but she ne ver let it get to her head. Prode only brings suffering, and often the loss of friends.
It almost seemed like only days passed, and she was then leader of Dawnclan. She wondered where all her days as a warrior had gone. She would do her best, though, and not let her rank get in the way of having a life, friends and a family. she was still a part of her clan, even if she was leading it.
She now lives in DawnClan, trying to make good decisions, and keep a healthy clan.
RP Sample:
Kaiyira almost wasn't even listening to what the two were saying. She brought her knees up against her chest, and buried her head between them. She didn't care if they were watching or how foolish she looked, she just needed to cry. She knew it was true. If only. If only she wouldn't have lied to him. That was all, just the truth. That was all that was needed to have saved him. But no, she didn't tell her father about Seito. Then, just like that, he was gone. With sobs shaking her entire body, she tried to look up. She heard Roukuro, and wanted to thank him, but she could barely see thorugh her own tears. "Rokuro..." she whispered in a soft, stressed, somewhat hoarse voice.
Seito heard Kaiyira mutter his name. His eyes widened, but then an eeire smirk came over his face. He was almost delighted at this sickening turn of events. "Beloved brother." he said, and turned to Rokuro, just as Rokuro spoke his name. "Yes, I'm glad you remember me!" he said, outstretching his arms, same cruel smile plastered to his face. It seemed no matter what physical expression held his features, that same smirk would always be visible in his eyes. Yes, this was perfect. just as he always had, he was perfecting his skills, of power, of manipulation. He could play with both of now, at the same time. interwine their words, feelings, spirits into a twisted web. Like puppets strings in the hands of a demented black widow. It sits in the dark, lovely red marks betraying your sight, while it eagerly awaits, only to break you down, to feast on your blood. Now, though, he didn't need to wait in the dark. He only needed to manipulate words, and watch complacently as they destroyed one another. He the most pathetic and compassionate look that he could, and turned quickly to the vixen, though he remained silent for now. She would ask, that much he knew. He'd known her too well, like a child knows its rag doll.
Kaiyira stood, tears still flowing. She wanted to run to him, to let herself fall onto him, bury her face in his fur. She wanted her agony and fear to drift away as she knelt safely near him. This desrie, however was quickly and horribly shattered as she heard them speak again. She stopped, every molecule of her poo body shaking. she was hurt, confused, lost, devastated. 'Brother? no, it...it can't be...' she thought. she'd heard Seito talk of his brother, but couldn't remember in her current state what he'd said. She fell again. "Brother? rokuro...No." she looked up with rage. She didn't know whjat else to do. "No, it's a lie! a lie, i hate you!" she shouted, knowing that it was true. rokuro had said it himself. she picked up stones, dirt, whatever her quiverig hands could manage to grasp, and she threw it at Seito with all of her srength. Noteably, it wasn't much.
Seito, same affectionate mockery on his face, ran to her. He cradled her head in his hands, and gently borught her head to lay on his chst. these gestures were so sincere , so loving, so gentle on the outside that it seemed almost impossible that he didn't mean it. He didn't, though. He hoped that Rokuro wouldn't see, but he knew that Kaiyira wouldn't. As he kneeled there, with each second passed that he held her, she grew calm, and her mind fell under his shadow. Her emotions entangled in his web of lies. To her, in this momen t, he loved her. She sighed, and her sobs lessened. Her pale, shaking hands reache out and clutched his shirt needily. "Seito..." she manged, muffled by tears, and Seito's shirt. with Rokuro behind him, and Kaiyra's head buried ni his embrace, none could see his smirk. She was his puppet now, and it was only a matter of time before Rokuro broke down completely, or at least that's what Seito thought.
