Post by bambi. on Jul 22, 2009 0:29:22 GMT -5
[/size] [/blockquote]
- He is called Bloodtide.
- He was born male.
- Proud to be a cat.
- His wanderings have lasted thirty-six moons precisely.
- He resembles no particular breed, but his body's shape is semi-cobby like most of his kind.
- Innee handsome? click.
click again.- He belongs to nothing and no one. Like they'd take him; all the Clans have labelled him a rogue due to his unfriendly nature, his name, and his generally evil appearance. However, he classifies himself a loner, for that is what he is.
- If you bother to look deeper, Bloodtide's most noticeable trait when you meet him is that he seems quite prickly and tetchy, especially if he's asked personal questions other than his name. The large blood red tom isn't on very good terms with the Clan cats, especially, for reasons that "if you want to know, ask one of your superiors." Unfortunately, this feeling of resentment toward them has hindered his desire to trust--or even be friendly to--anyone from a Clan, not even the most well-meaning apprentice. His favourite way to show them that he has not forgiven this casting out in the slightest is to make spiteful, sarcastic remarks when in their presence. This rather dominant side of the tom is especially unkind around the elders and higher-ups.
One of Bloodtide's greatest flaws is his unwillingness to forgive any wrong done him. The Golden Rule isn't really the core of his beliefs, just very much ingrained in his persona--if you want him to be nice to you, act graciously and compassionately first rather than expect him to do so. He probably never will.
Of course, he's not cantankerous toward everyone. He shows respect (if keeping his distance both physically and mentally counts as respect) toward other loners most of the time, even kindness at times. Of course, "kindness" is a very subjective word and at the best of his patience, expect that maybe he'll let you tag along by his side for a bit while he hunts for you and for himself. Perhaps it's really best that he avoids other cats, because Bloodtide is particularly cranky in the mornings, evicting anyone who might have been allowed to stay for a night in his makeshift den and promptly running off to find breakfast as though his guest had never existed.
At heart, Blood is a lone soul. He dislikes having any constant companions, ties to organisations or groups, or any sort of thing that might hinder the freedom that solitude brings. Often, he'll mutter to himself remarks under his breath, because himself is the only thing he enjoys talking to anymore.
Another, rather unimportant part of this cat is his colourful dialectical vocabulary, learned from other cats as he grew up and matured.
Tom is just about the only familiar word he uses, but it's exclusive to males who've still got their swimmers intact.
He calls castrated males gibs, but often uses it rudely as well.
For females, he has two interchangeable terms he likes to use, namely queen and molly; mostly molly.
Blood calls kittypets just pets, or maybe housies, because yet another reason he resents the Clans is their sanctimonious belief that all house cats are inferior. He knows full well that the word "kittypet" is intended to be derogatory.
He calls humans pink weasels or just pinkies; and their monsters smokies because of the dreadful fumes that come from their rear ends.- Story of his life: Surprising to some, Bloodtide was born far away from any cultural groups. His mum didn't even know the word Clan in the sense that warriors think of it. No, the reason for his name is that he was born at sunset by the sea in the west, and the reflection of the sky in the water looked as though it had been stained with blood. When he was born, his mother thought of that beautiful sight as she named him: Bloodtide. It is a mistake to believe that his name is violent for this reason, for it was intended to remind him always of that beautiful evening. He remembers it well, but gets quite annoyed when others make ignorant assumptions about it.
His childhood is quite normal compared with the catastrophes and pity stories that others have told him of on his journeys. Bloodtide never knew his father (actually quite common for a feral), but was raised happily with his mother and brother until the pair of them were both old enough to fend for themselves. At this point, he left both of his known family to wander on his own. He remains to this day uncertain of either of their fates.
However, there is one event that remains always present in his mind, for it has scarred him forever. That scar, though not deep, is always kept fresh as though the memory is determined to get in the way of an otherwise happy existence. They say that murder eats up the soul, and also that once you have done it once, you can and will do it again.
It has certainly taken a massive bite out of his.
If you hadn't guessed, Bloodtide has committed homocide once in his past, and hates to discuss the details. Mention of it comes only in passing at times when he stares you down so furiously, so darkly, that you're too scared to doubt his words.
However, mentioning this to Clan cats when particularly incensed has done nothing to help his reputation; in fact, it has only worsened. Most are warned to stay away from him partly because of this.- His family, friends, and enemies consist of the following:
His mother is/was (he doesn't know) a kindly female called Mirix, who also bore his twin brother named Silfrax.- The voices of his soul speak loudly, if only you'd listen.
"All cats are created equal. Equally prejudiced."
"I've been a murderer before. Don't push me to do it again."
A Dream Resigned --[lyrics]
To Forgive is to Suffer --[lyrics]- The code speaks, and the code cries out Destiny.
Revision: 07.23.09 10:55 pm EDT
Remember that if he comes across any Clan cats, they should treat him like he's some kind of criminal because of his name and appearance.