Post by Synkah on Oct 22, 2009 21:46:10 GMT -5
Name: Synkah
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: BloodClan
Rank/Position: Warrior
Appearance: Synkah is a small, wiry black tom with yellow-green eyes. His size offers no room for error and little advantages except that he is quick, agile, and has learned that he has to be clever to win fights. The far side of his right ear it is torn in three places from a fight when he was young.
Personality: Mysterious and cut-throat, Syn isn't really the cat anyone might want on their side. His loyalty is to himself above all others. He is a charmer, though, and can be very eloquent with his words. Seemingly never at a loss for confidence, Syn rarely shows his true colors to the cats he lives with. He is resourceful and knows that a better existence can only be acquired by using others. So, Synkah is not only a clever little beast, but a professional leech.
History: Synkah was born on the streets. His heritage is mixed, inbred, and feral. His mother was a small black queen. His father, although unknown to Syn, was a large gray tom with a fierce reputation. His mother did her best to show he and his siblings how to survive on the streets. She taught them to scavenge for food amongst twoleg rubbish and, when they were old enough, how to defend themselves.
Even while his mother had a new litter, Synkah and his two remaining siblings hung around, still learning ways from their mother. As they grew older, though, they went their separate ways. Syn didn't particularly care what his siblings decided to do. There were more important things at hand. For one, he was going to survive, and that meant siding with BloodClan.
RP Sample: Clouds had been massing all day and finally the rain began to fall. At first, it came down at a steady drizzle, but soon began to come down more heavily. Synkah's small body looked even smaller with his black fur plastered to his sides. He let out a hiss of frustration at the rain as he ran across a thunderpath to reach the alley where he slept.
The small black cat padded beneath anything that could offer a break from the downpour. He paused to shake out some of the wetness from his pelt. Sitting down, he ran his tongue over his fur to try to press more of the water out. He looked around before stretching and then proceeded to head to his tire.
He accidentally disturbed an orange tabby tom on the way as he passed beneath some pallets leaning up against a wall. The tabby growled at Syn, its green eyes narrowed and ears back with hostility. Syn stopped in his tracks and arched his back. His wet fur rose in little spikes along his nape and back. He bared his teeth and met the tabby's growl with one of his own. His muscles were tensed and ready for Syn to spring into a fight when, all of a sudden, the tabby began to laugh.
Syn stared wide-eyed for a moment, unsure of what was going on. Was he hearing things, or was this cat really laughing at him? Syn's ears flattened against his small head and he lashed his tail in anger. Without giving the tabby a second to think, Syn launched at him, claws unsheathed and teeth bared.
The fight lasted for only a few seconds but started quickly in Syn's favor. With the tabby distracted and laughing, Syn managed to bowl him over and sink his teeth into the tabby's neck. It wasn't a killing blow, as his rival had moved and Synkah's bite had been low. Frightened, though, the tabby scuffled only a heartbeat longer, just long enough to get back onto his feet. With a final hiss, the tabby tore away with Syn chasing after him only until the cover was broken.
Synkah stared after the other tom for a moment longer before turning, tail twitching, and trotting off to his tire. The stinging from the scratches that had been inflicted on him by the other cat reminded him that he hadn't been the only one to inflict damage. He could tell that none of them were life-threatening, and so he decided not to worry about them until he reached his sleeping place.
Other Accounts: None
A few questions to make sure you read the rules!
Can you create a cat with special characteristics such as 'very beautiful' or 'best fighter' without permission? No.
Are the general rules all of the rules on this site? No.
How can you become a staff member? Featherdance PM's you.
How can you roleplay about your history? Type (History) along with the subject.
Do you make separate accounts for each new character? Yes.
How long must you wait before asking a staff member to work on something, such as accepting your bio? 5 days
How did you learn of H I D D E N? I was skimming through sites looking at cat role play banners trying to find one I thought looked suitable. ^^
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: BloodClan
Rank/Position: Warrior
Appearance: Synkah is a small, wiry black tom with yellow-green eyes. His size offers no room for error and little advantages except that he is quick, agile, and has learned that he has to be clever to win fights. The far side of his right ear it is torn in three places from a fight when he was young.
Personality: Mysterious and cut-throat, Syn isn't really the cat anyone might want on their side. His loyalty is to himself above all others. He is a charmer, though, and can be very eloquent with his words. Seemingly never at a loss for confidence, Syn rarely shows his true colors to the cats he lives with. He is resourceful and knows that a better existence can only be acquired by using others. So, Synkah is not only a clever little beast, but a professional leech.
History: Synkah was born on the streets. His heritage is mixed, inbred, and feral. His mother was a small black queen. His father, although unknown to Syn, was a large gray tom with a fierce reputation. His mother did her best to show he and his siblings how to survive on the streets. She taught them to scavenge for food amongst twoleg rubbish and, when they were old enough, how to defend themselves.
Even while his mother had a new litter, Synkah and his two remaining siblings hung around, still learning ways from their mother. As they grew older, though, they went their separate ways. Syn didn't particularly care what his siblings decided to do. There were more important things at hand. For one, he was going to survive, and that meant siding with BloodClan.
RP Sample: Clouds had been massing all day and finally the rain began to fall. At first, it came down at a steady drizzle, but soon began to come down more heavily. Synkah's small body looked even smaller with his black fur plastered to his sides. He let out a hiss of frustration at the rain as he ran across a thunderpath to reach the alley where he slept.
The small black cat padded beneath anything that could offer a break from the downpour. He paused to shake out some of the wetness from his pelt. Sitting down, he ran his tongue over his fur to try to press more of the water out. He looked around before stretching and then proceeded to head to his tire.
He accidentally disturbed an orange tabby tom on the way as he passed beneath some pallets leaning up against a wall. The tabby growled at Syn, its green eyes narrowed and ears back with hostility. Syn stopped in his tracks and arched his back. His wet fur rose in little spikes along his nape and back. He bared his teeth and met the tabby's growl with one of his own. His muscles were tensed and ready for Syn to spring into a fight when, all of a sudden, the tabby began to laugh.
Syn stared wide-eyed for a moment, unsure of what was going on. Was he hearing things, or was this cat really laughing at him? Syn's ears flattened against his small head and he lashed his tail in anger. Without giving the tabby a second to think, Syn launched at him, claws unsheathed and teeth bared.
The fight lasted for only a few seconds but started quickly in Syn's favor. With the tabby distracted and laughing, Syn managed to bowl him over and sink his teeth into the tabby's neck. It wasn't a killing blow, as his rival had moved and Synkah's bite had been low. Frightened, though, the tabby scuffled only a heartbeat longer, just long enough to get back onto his feet. With a final hiss, the tabby tore away with Syn chasing after him only until the cover was broken.
Synkah stared after the other tom for a moment longer before turning, tail twitching, and trotting off to his tire. The stinging from the scratches that had been inflicted on him by the other cat reminded him that he hadn't been the only one to inflict damage. He could tell that none of them were life-threatening, and so he decided not to worry about them until he reached his sleeping place.
Other Accounts: None
A few questions to make sure you read the rules!
Can you create a cat with special characteristics such as 'very beautiful' or 'best fighter' without permission? No.
Are the general rules all of the rules on this site? No.
How can you become a staff member? Featherdance PM's you.
How can you roleplay about your history? Type (History) along with the subject.
Do you make separate accounts for each new character? Yes.
How long must you wait before asking a staff member to work on something, such as accepting your bio? 5 days
How did you learn of H I D D E N? I was skimming through sites looking at cat role play banners trying to find one I thought looked suitable. ^^
