Post by Neko on Aug 19, 2009 0:01:10 GMT -6
other:
Your Name: Neko
Roleplaying Experience: 8 years roleplaying, but only four and a half on proboards.
Your Opinion: My opinion, the site is wonderfully coded, and is a good website. The colors don't hurt my eyes, which is always good. This site is original, with SkyClan and all. The boards are well done and have unique parts to them. I really like the site.
character:
Name: Reaper
Gender: Female
Age: 32 moons
Clan: BloodClan
Rank: Leader (Hopefully)
Description: Reaper is a tall cat. She is slim and graceful. Her silver fur, is always accented by her red eyes. A genetic defect when she was born, caused her once blue eyes to turn shockingly red. Her paws are quite dainty, and she looks like a demonic showcat. She has a powerful chest, almost build for speed. She has long fur poking around her ears, chest, tail, and legs, but the rest of her body is slim. Two scars, both on the sides of her muzzle, were from previous fights.
Personality: She is the leader type. Takes control, and doesn't like being controlled. She relies on her brains, her brawns failing her almost everytime. She hates most males, for her own reasons, but doesn't judge until she seems them a few times. She is quite motherly, of course not in the hug you and let you cry on my shoulder way, but more of a teacher. She teaches their first kill, and gladly shares with smaller cats. She detests the forest cats, and wishes to lead a army in to shake them and destroy them. She has a alter ego, invisible to everyone but her, Scythe. It is the voice in her head, and no one seems to know about her. She hardly ever comes to be, but when she does, she teaches what Reaper needs to know. Reaper has a very strong sense of loyalty and justice, strange for a BloodClan cat. However, this has gotten her to where she is, and her famous, 'gut' will tell her if something is off. She isn't normal, and quite randomly insane. Her younger years were mostly just pure randomness, but that was put down in later years. However, she still names things, and somehow talks to herself. She is a laidback cat normally, and her world, her realm, is hers alone. 'Blood world' is a place where her bloodlust takes shape. Her enemies never see it, she mostly developed it when she was little. She is also cannibalistic. This trait appeared in her past.
Summary: Red eyed silver she-cat
History: She was originally a clan cat, a clan that doesn't exist any more. She killed off her father, a mean rackety old tom, who was the leader. She hated that her family treated her like dirt. She was a brainy she-kit, but she hated the way that females were treated. They were only used for pretty scenery. She hated it, and never abided by it, causing a rift between her and everyone else. Her father, family, and the other cats, beat her, causing her to lose her mind. She hated her family and planned to get revenge. She killed many and saved her sister, and one of her brothers. Killing them, and feasting on them, she finally killed off everyone. Once she turned fourteen moons old, she killed her family with many poisions, and left on her own. She was taken in by BloodClan, which she terrorized for years. She had a mate, who betrayed her, and she killed him. She has two kits, Viikate, and Beyond Birthday (Beyond). She takes care of them.
Family: Dead. Kits, Beyond Birthday, and Viikate.
Mate: Dead.
Roleplaying Sample:
Your Name: Neko
Roleplaying Experience: 8 years roleplaying, but only four and a half on proboards.
Your Opinion: My opinion, the site is wonderfully coded, and is a good website. The colors don't hurt my eyes, which is always good. This site is original, with SkyClan and all. The boards are well done and have unique parts to them. I really like the site.
character:
Name: Reaper
Gender: Female
Age: 32 moons
Clan: BloodClan
Rank: Leader (Hopefully)
Description: Reaper is a tall cat. She is slim and graceful. Her silver fur, is always accented by her red eyes. A genetic defect when she was born, caused her once blue eyes to turn shockingly red. Her paws are quite dainty, and she looks like a demonic showcat. She has a powerful chest, almost build for speed. She has long fur poking around her ears, chest, tail, and legs, but the rest of her body is slim. Two scars, both on the sides of her muzzle, were from previous fights.
Personality: She is the leader type. Takes control, and doesn't like being controlled. She relies on her brains, her brawns failing her almost everytime. She hates most males, for her own reasons, but doesn't judge until she seems them a few times. She is quite motherly, of course not in the hug you and let you cry on my shoulder way, but more of a teacher. She teaches their first kill, and gladly shares with smaller cats. She detests the forest cats, and wishes to lead a army in to shake them and destroy them. She has a alter ego, invisible to everyone but her, Scythe. It is the voice in her head, and no one seems to know about her. She hardly ever comes to be, but when she does, she teaches what Reaper needs to know. Reaper has a very strong sense of loyalty and justice, strange for a BloodClan cat. However, this has gotten her to where she is, and her famous, 'gut' will tell her if something is off. She isn't normal, and quite randomly insane. Her younger years were mostly just pure randomness, but that was put down in later years. However, she still names things, and somehow talks to herself. She is a laidback cat normally, and her world, her realm, is hers alone. 'Blood world' is a place where her bloodlust takes shape. Her enemies never see it, she mostly developed it when she was little. She is also cannibalistic. This trait appeared in her past.
Summary: Red eyed silver she-cat
History: She was originally a clan cat, a clan that doesn't exist any more. She killed off her father, a mean rackety old tom, who was the leader. She hated that her family treated her like dirt. She was a brainy she-kit, but she hated the way that females were treated. They were only used for pretty scenery. She hated it, and never abided by it, causing a rift between her and everyone else. Her father, family, and the other cats, beat her, causing her to lose her mind. She hated her family and planned to get revenge. She killed many and saved her sister, and one of her brothers. Killing them, and feasting on them, she finally killed off everyone. Once she turned fourteen moons old, she killed her family with many poisions, and left on her own. She was taken in by BloodClan, which she terrorized for years. She had a mate, who betrayed her, and she killed him. She has two kits, Viikate, and Beyond Birthday (Beyond). She takes care of them.
Family: Dead. Kits, Beyond Birthday, and Viikate.
Mate: Dead.
Roleplaying Sample:
It was another dull and dreary day, my amusement was on high. I had killed a little kittypet who decided she was enough for my mate. Chuckling darkly, I licked my lips, remember that her blood was delicious. I was doing great, rising in rank to Deputy of BloodClan. I had trained my four 'apprentices' into great warriors and they had become great killers who balanced body with mind, something that I made sure that everyone around me knew about. I hated when some cats would only rely on one. My two kits, Viikate and Beyond, were happily snoozing close to me, and I smiled softly. Those two were my pride and joy, and no matter if I was a bloodthirsty cat who was intent on killing others, would I ever harm them. Sighing quietly, I looked out of my den. The other 'warriors' had their own place to sleep and since I was 'queen' of BloodClan, I had rule.
However, not all was going peaceful. My mate, Forgotten, seemed to be hiding something. He hid it well, but I had scented foreign scents on his luscious brown pelt. I had no idea if it was female or male, but I knew it was the scent of a kittypet. Lore, that stupid moron called me pretty again today, the small inside joke causing me to laugh. When I was smaller, I had no idea what pretty was. I just thought it was a physical defect. My daughter and my mate explained it to me throughly, and I now know what they mean by that. However, my gut wouldn't leave me alone. I stared out of my small den, and picked myself up. I tucked in my kits, watching as the grey tabby kitten with green eyes stared up at me. "Mommy is going for a run." I smiled as she laid back down her tail showing her acceptance. I walked out, immediately feeling the soaked mess of my pelt as I took off. I was known for the fastest cat in BloodClan territory. My silver pelt was slicked with water as I took off towards my mate's den. He was leader of BloodClan. However, I had a feeling that he wouldn't be there. He would be by that scent that he was always carrying on him. Maybe it was some stupid kittypet that wouldn't leave him alone. Maybe he had a mob....I told him to wait for me. I picked up speed, feeling my paws crunch against the dirt and concrete. I paused, hearing dark laughter, my mate's laughter. I stopped wondering if he killed someone.
However, when I creeped around the corner of the brown moldy fence I had stopped next to, I was shocked to find a she-cat rubbing all over him. My eyes widened in pure shock. What was he doing? Why was he letting her do that!? Staring at him as he spoke, my eyes narrowed into pure hate. "That stupid queen, Reaper has no idea that I see you. Heh, you are so much better than she is." The yellow tabby female purred and I smirked devilishly. I knew that I couldn't kill him if I challenged him head on. I would have to sneak and kill him. As soon as she turned her back, I lashed out. Soon I was standing over my dead mate and his dead lover.
Code Word: Warrior Cats
However, not all was going peaceful. My mate, Forgotten, seemed to be hiding something. He hid it well, but I had scented foreign scents on his luscious brown pelt. I had no idea if it was female or male, but I knew it was the scent of a kittypet. Lore, that stupid moron called me pretty again today, the small inside joke causing me to laugh. When I was smaller, I had no idea what pretty was. I just thought it was a physical defect. My daughter and my mate explained it to me throughly, and I now know what they mean by that. However, my gut wouldn't leave me alone. I stared out of my small den, and picked myself up. I tucked in my kits, watching as the grey tabby kitten with green eyes stared up at me. "Mommy is going for a run." I smiled as she laid back down her tail showing her acceptance. I walked out, immediately feeling the soaked mess of my pelt as I took off. I was known for the fastest cat in BloodClan territory. My silver pelt was slicked with water as I took off towards my mate's den. He was leader of BloodClan. However, I had a feeling that he wouldn't be there. He would be by that scent that he was always carrying on him. Maybe it was some stupid kittypet that wouldn't leave him alone. Maybe he had a mob....I told him to wait for me. I picked up speed, feeling my paws crunch against the dirt and concrete. I paused, hearing dark laughter, my mate's laughter. I stopped wondering if he killed someone.
However, when I creeped around the corner of the brown moldy fence I had stopped next to, I was shocked to find a she-cat rubbing all over him. My eyes widened in pure shock. What was he doing? Why was he letting her do that!? Staring at him as he spoke, my eyes narrowed into pure hate. "That stupid queen, Reaper has no idea that I see you. Heh, you are so much better than she is." The yellow tabby female purred and I smirked devilishly. I knew that I couldn't kill him if I challenged him head on. I would have to sneak and kill him. As soon as she turned her back, I lashed out. Soon I was standing over my dead mate and his dead lover.
Code Word: Warrior Cats
