Post by omenscar on Nov 5, 2009 17:36:54 GMT -6
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Your Name: Omenscar
Roleplaying Experience: Well I have been roleplaying for almost four years now. However the site I recently belonged to fell apart so I went in search of a new website. So its about a month since my last roleplaying.
Your Opinion: I really love your site so far. The members are very nice and I like how you set up the rules. I hate when sites let cats have super powers, it stupid.
character:
Name: Omenscar
Gender: Male
Age: 13 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: This tom has broad shoulders and muscular hind legs. His claws are rather long and he has huge paws. In general Omenscar is a large cat. Omenscar's pelt is black and brown. One half of his face is black the other is brown. His eyes are a very bright green. Also, he has a long scar ddown his flank and his left ear has a tear in the tip of it.
Personality: Omenscar is a tough warrior. He would risk everything to save his clan and up hold the warrior code. He is rather big on the warrior code. This tom believes that the warrior code has the answer to anything. Yet sometimes he finds himself conflicted. When a situation pops up that seems to go against the warrior code he seems to get rather confused. He never seems to know if he should follow the code or stay from it. He is learning that in some moments you must stray from the code to save your clan. Omenscar is also a very strong tom with a great trust in Starclan and his clanmates. Loving, trustworthy, kind, gentle, and brave generally sum up Omen scar. However every cat has flaws and Omensacar most certainly has flaws. His past has shaped him into a very secretive cat how hides his true feelings and emotions from other cats. Underneath a very hard shell he has the soft emotions of any other cat. He is a very self conflicted cat who has trouble opening up and letting others in. Wants to be the best warrior any clan has ever seen. However he wishes never to have to lead the clan, for he feels that he would make a mockery of Shadowclan and lead the clan to its doom. But somewhere deep down he longs to be leader one day.Summary Omenscar is a strong tough, yet loving and gentle warrior. He abides by the warrior code and can be very self conflicted.
History: Life was simple and easy for Omenscar in the beginning. His mother, Orangesky was a wonderful mother. He and his brother Toadface worked hard everyday trying to make their mother and father proud. Yet as they got older things got worse for Omenscar. No matter how hard Omenscar practiced he didn’t seem to be able to make his father happy. Sometimes his brother would get to out and practice fighting moves and hunting with their father. He never did. Toadface barely did anything and their father, Runnningface seemed proud of him. Omenscar tried not to let it bother him that his brother seemed to get all his father attention. He still had his mother and she appreciated him and taught him many things. Things took a turn for the worse when Orangesky went into battle and didn’t come back. Runningface seemed unfazed by the lose of his kits mother. Anger burned in his heart every time Omenscar saw his father. He was sick of how his father continued to ignore him and give all his attention to Toadface. Slowly he grew apart from his father and his brother. Anger drove him to work harder and be better then Toadface and Runningnose ever would be. So he trained hard and when he became a warrior he stood proud. Even though his father didn’t congratulate him on being a warrior and boasted about his brother all the time, Omenscar didn’t care. Soon his father and brother would die in a battle, he paid his respects and moved on. However since the death of his mother and the constant rejection from his father he learned that it was better to keep everything inside. Rather then talking to his clanmates he seems to keep to himself and only speak up when he feels like he should.
Roleplaying Sample: Wind burst through the thickly packed pine trees and slinked through the shadows of Shadowclan. Dark clouds covered the sky blocking out any sign of the sun. Small rain drops pattered on the ground and slithered down the pine trees. Omenscar glanced up at the sky and let out a small sigh. Slowly he sank down into the hunters crouch. His stomach let out a small growl as he padded silently forward. Not to far away from him he heard the scuffling sound of mouse. Stiffiling a sigh he moved forward, his green eyes blazed with hunger. Giving his hind quarters a small shake he pounced forward. With a quick swift bite he finished off the mouse. Licking his jaws he stared down at the mouse. Taking a deep sigh he looked away form the mouse. He wanted to sink his jaws into the mouse and hoof it down. However he was bound by the warrior code. Picking up his kill he stalked back towards camp. Moving slowly he glanced around him before slinking into the shadows. Moving quietly he pushed his way into the camp. Its familiar scents filled him with happiness, but he didn’t let it show. He kept it bottled up inside and kept his face casual and stern. Dropping the fresh kill on the pile he walked to the outside of the camp and laid down. Closing his eyes he rested and waited to be called for duties, his paws were eager to move. Laying around wasn’t what he like to do, but until he was called for duties some rest couldn’t hurt.
Family: As of right now he as no family alive. He had one brother a mother and a father. All are now dead, they died fighting a warriors death in battle.
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Your Name: Omenscar
Roleplaying Experience: Well I have been roleplaying for almost four years now. However the site I recently belonged to fell apart so I went in search of a new website. So its about a month since my last roleplaying.
Your Opinion: I really love your site so far. The members are very nice and I like how you set up the rules. I hate when sites let cats have super powers, it stupid.
character:
Name: Omenscar
Gender: Male
Age: 13 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: This tom has broad shoulders and muscular hind legs. His claws are rather long and he has huge paws. In general Omenscar is a large cat. Omenscar's pelt is black and brown. One half of his face is black the other is brown. His eyes are a very bright green. Also, he has a long scar ddown his flank and his left ear has a tear in the tip of it.
Personality: Omenscar is a tough warrior. He would risk everything to save his clan and up hold the warrior code. He is rather big on the warrior code. This tom believes that the warrior code has the answer to anything. Yet sometimes he finds himself conflicted. When a situation pops up that seems to go against the warrior code he seems to get rather confused. He never seems to know if he should follow the code or stay from it. He is learning that in some moments you must stray from the code to save your clan. Omenscar is also a very strong tom with a great trust in Starclan and his clanmates. Loving, trustworthy, kind, gentle, and brave generally sum up Omen scar. However every cat has flaws and Omensacar most certainly has flaws. His past has shaped him into a very secretive cat how hides his true feelings and emotions from other cats. Underneath a very hard shell he has the soft emotions of any other cat. He is a very self conflicted cat who has trouble opening up and letting others in. Wants to be the best warrior any clan has ever seen. However he wishes never to have to lead the clan, for he feels that he would make a mockery of Shadowclan and lead the clan to its doom. But somewhere deep down he longs to be leader one day.Summary Omenscar is a strong tough, yet loving and gentle warrior. He abides by the warrior code and can be very self conflicted.
History: Life was simple and easy for Omenscar in the beginning. His mother, Orangesky was a wonderful mother. He and his brother Toadface worked hard everyday trying to make their mother and father proud. Yet as they got older things got worse for Omenscar. No matter how hard Omenscar practiced he didn’t seem to be able to make his father happy. Sometimes his brother would get to out and practice fighting moves and hunting with their father. He never did. Toadface barely did anything and their father, Runnningface seemed proud of him. Omenscar tried not to let it bother him that his brother seemed to get all his father attention. He still had his mother and she appreciated him and taught him many things. Things took a turn for the worse when Orangesky went into battle and didn’t come back. Runningface seemed unfazed by the lose of his kits mother. Anger burned in his heart every time Omenscar saw his father. He was sick of how his father continued to ignore him and give all his attention to Toadface. Slowly he grew apart from his father and his brother. Anger drove him to work harder and be better then Toadface and Runningnose ever would be. So he trained hard and when he became a warrior he stood proud. Even though his father didn’t congratulate him on being a warrior and boasted about his brother all the time, Omenscar didn’t care. Soon his father and brother would die in a battle, he paid his respects and moved on. However since the death of his mother and the constant rejection from his father he learned that it was better to keep everything inside. Rather then talking to his clanmates he seems to keep to himself and only speak up when he feels like he should.
Roleplaying Sample: Wind burst through the thickly packed pine trees and slinked through the shadows of Shadowclan. Dark clouds covered the sky blocking out any sign of the sun. Small rain drops pattered on the ground and slithered down the pine trees. Omenscar glanced up at the sky and let out a small sigh. Slowly he sank down into the hunters crouch. His stomach let out a small growl as he padded silently forward. Not to far away from him he heard the scuffling sound of mouse. Stiffiling a sigh he moved forward, his green eyes blazed with hunger. Giving his hind quarters a small shake he pounced forward. With a quick swift bite he finished off the mouse. Licking his jaws he stared down at the mouse. Taking a deep sigh he looked away form the mouse. He wanted to sink his jaws into the mouse and hoof it down. However he was bound by the warrior code. Picking up his kill he stalked back towards camp. Moving slowly he glanced around him before slinking into the shadows. Moving quietly he pushed his way into the camp. Its familiar scents filled him with happiness, but he didn’t let it show. He kept it bottled up inside and kept his face casual and stern. Dropping the fresh kill on the pile he walked to the outside of the camp and laid down. Closing his eyes he rested and waited to be called for duties, his paws were eager to move. Laying around wasn’t what he like to do, but until he was called for duties some rest couldn’t hurt.
Family: As of right now he as no family alive. He had one brother a mother and a father. All are now dead, they died fighting a warriors death in battle.
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