*--Plot Sign-ups! [All must read!]

[fayairie]

^{Okie dokies. c: -waddles off to work on application-}

[mysteryfaith]

*Pokes* The auditions are on? *Goes off to work on app.*

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Indeed-icle.

[fayairie]

• Name:
  Rippedface
  
  
• Gender:
  Tom
  
  
• Species:
  Feline
  
  
• Age:
  15 moons at death
  
  
• Breed Resemblance:
  None
  
  
• Picture:
  -click-
  
  
• Appearance:
  Rippedface is a small cat- he left the world of the living at a young age. His build is strong, compact. He doesn’t look like much, until he whips out the subtle power in his muscles, and bowls you right over. He never hesitates, either. He’d kill a cat as easily as a mouse, and seem to think nothing of it. His form is small and barely matured, but his eyes are haunted with the ghost of too much knowledge. They are mismatched- one the burning blue of the center of a flame, and the other a sickening yellowish orange, with a tinge of red around the edges.
  Rippedface’s undercoat is pure black, unfaltering, deep and dark. He blends perfectly into a shadow- he could /be/ the shadow, and is often mistaken for one. In the afterlife, his form always seems hazy, blurred around the edges, as if you were looking at him through a fog. The only things tha even seem to come into sharp focus are his eyes.
  Though he was immortalized younger than most, he bears the evidence of several grousome battles. The most prominant is the scar that gave him his name- a nasty gash that runs across his yellow/orange eye, and down his cheek to his chin. It is rumored that the blood from this wound is what gave his eye it’s strange color, though this doesn’t seem logically possible.
  
  
• Allegiance:
  Dark Forests
  
  
• Rank:
  Dark Forests Soul
  
  
• Personality:
  Rippedface is a quiet cat, ghosting about in silence. He always seems deep in thought, and could be mistaken for shy and innocent. This is far from the trurth- it is more likely he’s just plotting and scheming, though it’s really impossible to ever tell what goes on inside his head. His eyes are always guarded and shadowed, deep with unknown thoughts. He can, however, produce the nastiest, most scalding looks of displeasure or fury ever known. You do not want toget on his bad side- his eyes alone burn to the core.
  His words are worse, when he chooses to speak- his voice is cold and hollow, a low rasp that grates against your eardrums, and sends shivers down your spine. He has never been known to say one kind word. At least, not in the afterlife. His younger years might have proven otherwise, but those are long passed, and all that’s left now is the twisted, dangerous spirit that drifts about like a mist, never seeming all there, and yet all too close for comfort.
  
  
• History:
  {unavailable as of now}
  
  
• Relationships:
  {unavailable as of now}
  
  
• Themesong/motto:
  {unavailable as of now}
  
  
• Codeword:
  Destiny
  
  

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[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Ooh, spooky indeed. and we shall await Mysteryfaith's application.

[fayairie]

^{Yuhs~ |3}

[mysteryfaith]

And here it ish

• Character's Name:
  
  Rippedface
  
  
• Gender:
  
  Tom
  
  
• Species:
  
  Felis Catus (Smallest of the Felidae)
  
  
• Age (in moons):
  
  Seventeen moons until his unfortunate death.
  
  
• What breed do they most closely resemble? (siamese, husky, etc.):
  
  None, he is a 'mutt' - a cat who is not pedigree, meaning he was not bred to be a particular breed of domestic cat. He despises pedigree cats, cruelly deformed by Two-legs for their petty contests, resulting in cats who could've been his fighters become monstrous excuses for cats.
  
  
• Picture URL (if you have one):
  
  His portrait cannot be attained by Two-leg kind - if those foul beasts dare step near him he would either flee for reinforcements, or teach the monsters to leave he and his 'army' alone.
  
  
• What your character looks like. 8 good sentences if there's no picture .Be sure to include how they are built! (long and lean, stout and strong, etc.) But if there is a picture, just post the URL and you won't have to type anything! :
  
  He refers to himself as 'the son of shadow and spirit', as his ghostly fur is patched in black, dark as the most evil soul of beast, and white, pure as the first ray of sun at dawn. His mystical eyes are somewhat odd; whilst one eye lingers from a light brown to a hazel blur, the other varies between lime green and a darker, deeper green that suggests envy - but he envies no one as his coat, greasy in some parts but otherwise perfect, is his protection. In the darker parts of the spirit world, far from the revolting 'StarClan' cats who think they own all spirits of the dead, his pelt blends in with the greys and browns, his eyes turning to their darker variations and helping him slip easily through crowds and stealthily steal the lives of any foolish living cat who would follow a 'dark spirit' into their world, and thought they could survive the evils that linger in the rotten pine scent and strange, glowing fungii. Whilst in the StarClan territory, a place he despises and loves to visit only if he can cause chaos and destruction, the white patches of fur on his sleek body dominate, and cause his whole body to blend in to the 'light' atmosphere of the good spirit world. His eyes, forever wary of attack and treachory, turn to their lighter forms, so not only do they make him look somewhat 'part of StarClan', but they recieve the light in strange, supernatural ways - guaranteeing he will be able to see and slaughter any StarClan cat with a flair that no other cat can master, because of his perfect vision. He also takes pride in a hole in his ear, in which he has placed a rusted bronze earring - taking no notice of the barbaric proportion he had to go through to place the object in his ear, and the fact it is of Two-leg kind, he believes it makes him look like the barbaric, wild cat he dreams of looking like, inside and out.
  
  
• Keep in mind that, depending on how they look, it will decide which Clan they are in (if they're a cat.) So, if it's a blue cat, it will most definately go in TwilightClan, if it has four or more colors, TornadoClan, and so on. So, which Clan are they in? Or are they a rogue, loner, or kittypet?:
  
  He is in the dark forests of the dead, naturally at peace their because of his dark and destructive way of life. His Clan before death, however, was undecided - a mother from the old Clans' descendants and a father of no Clan, he was forever being tossed from place to place, losing the will to live after TornadoClan rejected his presence and TwilightClan thought he was too 'dark' even for them. He always considered himself a proud loner, as his father claimed the title of, but there is no way of knowing exactly where he belongs, apart from in the dark forest of the dead.
  
  
• What rank do they have? :
  
  Rippedface considers himself a 'high flyer' of the dead, his succesful but terrible reign of power setting himself on the throne of not only the most wanted by StarClan, but the most respected in the forest. If you dared start a fight with Rippedface, you would not come out alive - mercy was a word which was not in his snarled vocabulary.
  
  
• What's their personality? At least 7 sentences for warriors, 9 for leaders, 8 for deputies and medicine cats, 5 for apprentices and under.:
  
  No words could describe Rippedface's real attitude. Not even the ancient cats could bring him to justice with tongue, if they would dare face him. But the word would spread around the forest that he was power-hungry, blood-thirsty, merciless, deceibtful - all behind his back, of course, otherwise his all too powerful claw would be brought down heavily on their necks in a blink of an eye. Some cats who were not afraid of being shunned by their families said he was actually rather reasonable, that he 'only wanted what was rightfully ours - the StarClan scum at our feet.' Even more corageous cats stood in line behind him - perhaps because they were afraid of his horrific snarl and phenomenal jaws. Some cats would describe his detailed schemes only a plan to protect the dead cats who prefered a dark, bloody way of life. But in his opinion, he defended no one. He knew no one. He depended on no one, as the living and dead Clans did, to hold him up when he fell down, which hardly ever happened as he scared most challengers to exile into a terrible place for cats - StarClan. StarClan were disgustingly mercifull, and took the cats under their wing. But Rippedface? Under the claw any StarClan cats who dared venture one tip-of-tail into his territory would go. No one would threaten his title, his determined attitude told him every painful dawn he lived. He ignored the pain of having an 'army' on his shoulders - the army of the bloodthirsty dead.
  
  
• Your character's history. At least 10 sentences (around 1 1/2 paragraphs), 12 for leaders. Tell how they got here, how they got their coat color, or if they are a leader, how they came to lead their Clan, anything like that. :
  
  Rippedface would have your paw in a flash if you dared ask him his history. Perhaps because he was ashamed of his 'feeble' background. Perhaps what made him so sour was the fact that he had no chance to get a good, healthy start when he was young, so being wicked to others healed his scars just a little bit. Because the rumours say - there is no truth about the stories ad his history has been passed down through generations, so it changes all the time-, he was born among a litter of three. He, his brother and his sister. His siblings, he was proud to say, died when he forced them from a cliffface in loner territory far from the Clans when they would not join his 'legion', which then only consisted of him and a kindly teenage she-cat he met who was only too happy to play along with the 'sweet little kit' Rippedface was. Soon after the murder of his siblings, Rippedface would sentence this she-cat to death also, when she thought the game had gone too far and she attempted to run away with her best friend and mate, to find a new start to life as they had planned for seasons.
  After becoming bored of his loner land home, he wandered, after killing his parents whne he was fed up of tracking innocent cats for moons. He needn't track his parents - he knew their daily routine, where they were all the time, and who they visited. They were soon assasinated, and Rippedface ventured a step too far, falling from a tree and meeting his death with open arms - he was tired of the living world. He needed a new challenge.
  
  
• Any relationships? (list their names here and how your character knows them [mother, friend, etc.]):
  
  Unavailable, as he considers himself a 'lone wolf' and says no cats assist him.
  
  
• Does your character have a themesong/motto?:
  
  Normally, he would not think of his life as something to be set to a pointless melody, but he considers this song is as close as anyone will get to understanding his inspiration.
  
  
• What is the codeword from the rules?:
  
  Destiny
  
  

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I hope you like :B

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Wovah. *peers from one application to another* This will be a hards one...they're both so darned good! To be fair, I will only judge the personality and description since I did say some parts of the application were not required.

And teh winnah is....




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Mystable. Fweee.
But since Fay wrote a really awesome app as well, I will let her have 4 positions if she wants in the plot signup, and both of you recieve 1000 paintbrushes. *dances*

[mysteryfaith]

Ohh woooow thank youz!!! *Huggles*
*Huggles and shakes the hand of Fay* It was fun wasn't it?

[birdcat]

I got the perfect cat to be Twilightclan's traitor: Venomfang.... I just have to make him first.
But if ya read Kass' bio (you find out a little about him)

[Maia :3]

Name of cat:Shoot Me
Clan: Loner
Role you're applying for: Place in the Forgotten
Why does this character fit/deserve this role?:Well I need to play her and she seems like she'd fit the role well.I was thinking if it was okay she would be on Myths side.That is if it is okay with the person playing her.

[fayairie]

^{Aw, man. :c
Well, ah well.
I prolly won't use all those cats up- too little computer time as it is.
But thanks anyway- and congrats, Mystery. c:}

[fayairie]

^{Oh but hey!
Is Rippedface's second in command still open? o:
Wantwantwant~}

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Yush, Rippedface's second command is still opened. Not alot of dead kittehs so far. 0o

[fayairie]

Okay so I hoooope you don' mind, but I think I'm gonna kind just use the same 'silent but deadly' sorta thing I had going for Rippedface, for this character. c:
But um- another question (I'm just full of those, huh? |D).
If the character is not pre-existing, we have to make an actual bio, yes?

Name of cat: Hush
Clan: Dark Forests
Role you're applying for: Second Command
Why does this character fit/deserve this role?: Though he hardly ever speaks, Hush is very commanding, just by his looks. Just one glance can send a cat cowering with their tail between their legs. Not to mention, that he's just as physically powerful. But, he lacks the drive to lead, and therefor he searches for some high authority, who he thinks has the best aim for the future. And, with Rippedface, he sees that undeniable leadership. He will stick with Rippedface for all eternity (quite literally, seeing as they cannot die again), and obey his every command without question, and offer advice when needed.

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Nyes, you are correct, and I shall add Hushie to the list. =]]]

[fayairie]

^{Awwright. -waddles off to work on Hush's bio-}

[~Twister~]

Name of cat: Blasterpaw
Clan: MountainClan
Role you're applying for: Cat that dies fighting
Why does this character fit/deserve this role?: Blasterpaw's a very loyal cat to his clan and would die fighting for it.

[birdcat]

Name of cat: Venomfang
Clan: Twilightclan
Role you're applying for: Traitor
Why does this character fit/deserve this role?: Venomfang has never supported Timestar, and has secretly plotted things in the past with a few rogues. He has the cunning and trickery to fool the clan into thinking he is loyal. He also as the cruelty to do anything for his goal, which has included using his younger brother as a tool.

[starslegacy]

Name of cat: Lilly (can be renamed)
Clan: Loner
Role you're applying for: Member who follows Rippedface
Why does this character fit/deserve this role?: I know she is supposed to be deceased, but she can die in a freak accident and join Rippedface. He can also rename her. Lilly has lived a desolate life so far. She is secretive and sly. Her looks can easily decive others making it easy for her to take advantage of other felines.