Post by reckless on Jan 5, 2012 1:15:02 GMT -5
cedar
YOU SAID YOU'D CRIED A THOUSAND TIMES, BUT I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD OF IT.
{ name } cedar
{ species } red fox
{ gender } reynard
{ age } six years old
{ loyalty } outsider, was once a troop member
{ orientation } heterosexual
{ power } cedar has the power of air/wind. his pawsteps are lighter, quieter, and more controlled than that of a typical fox. he can't quite hover in the air due to the wind he creates, but he can provide himself with a 'lift' to jump higher than usually physically capable. he also tends to use the wind to his advantage when hunting- stilling it to prevent himself from being scented.
{ height } sixteen inches
{ weight } twenty five pounds
{ build } back in his day, cedar was a pretty tough fox- he had strong muscles, a toned body. he still is like that even though he is aging, though his body is losing some of it's toughness. he's still lean and pretty lithe though.
{ coat } cedar's fur is a rusty red, with some brown and white mixed in- he looks like he's stuck in a constant winter to spring molt, his fur kind of crazy but interesting in appearance.
{ eyes } cedar's eyes probably are the most striking thing about him- they are a brown color, almost red tinted- almond shaped and always serious.
{ other } another striking thing about this fox? the scars that riddle his muzzle, chest, legs, paws, and ears.
{ likes } being on his own yet having to protect someone, foxes smaller than him, peace and quiet.
{ dislikes } anyone annoying really, others who try to get in his business, small spaces, fire, and anyone who tries to control him.
{ strengths } very protective, and a very good fighter (quick on his paws, strong jaws, knows how and when he'll attack)
{ weaknesses } sometimes attacks first- questions later, his age is getting to him a little.
{ hopes } to stop the whole troop feud.
{ fears } losing those close to him, losing his memory.
{ habits } answering things with 'no comment' or 'that's classified'.
{ secrets } his entire past is a secret.
{ attitude } quiet- yes, cedar is a fox of few words. he tends to speak only when spoken to, unless he is talking with someone he truly cares about- yet, even then, if he feels speaking is unnecessary, he won't do it. which is often. many times, others believe he is mute because his lack of social skills- because yes, he's not just quiet- he lacks those necessary social skills too, for lack of a better term. his voice, despite not being used for long periods of time, is not raspy, just deep and stern. though, despite being quiet, this fox is not one of those 'stoic' ones. he can be serious- and he can be quite business-like, though he strays far from being emotionless. he sometimes is seen as too caring- at least he considers himself as such. he's quite the rule breaker- always was, ever since he was a kit. he doesn't like being told what to do- he creates his own rules, and expects others to not follow them- but respect them- and respect is definitely something this aging fox demands. with that respect he asks- because he gives- he has morals, morals he follows to the tee. some of those morals include such things as 'never kill unless necessary', 'sympathize with those weaker than you and try to help them'. he definitely is a big-tough guy on the outside, but a big softie on the inside.
{ parents } aspen (mother) and birch (father), deceased
{ siblings } five others, disclosed information
{ lovers } none at the moment
{ kits } highly unlikely.
{ others } hallie, almost daughter-like.
{ events } cedar was born into a litter of six, all named after trees, just as his parents aspen and birch- him being the sixth and last born. of course with him being born last- he was the smallest growing up, and the most picked on. back then, it was no problem- he'd get bigger too and soon they'd all be the same size, and they couldn't pick on him anymore. well they did still because- oh, just guess- yep- he didn't grow the same size as them. he remained small, thin, almost frail in comparison to the other kits, but that didn't stop the mangy-looking red fox.
no, he kept training, aiming to be the alpha of the fantome troop- the very troop he was born in. he soon became a warrior- whilst one of his siblings became a healer- two others hunters- and the last one- a warrior with him. they fought hard- him and the one sibling who became a warrior with him- to be stronger than the other. both aiming to be alpha. but when the time came- the other sibling became beta, and soon after, alpha.
cedar was devastated, and did not stay for his brother to be named as the alpha. that brother was upset- for obvious reasons- and felt hurt that his younger sibling could not feel happy for him and let those jealous emotions control his actions. so he made a deal- one that no other alpha had done before. they would fight, and the winner would be the final alpha- no questions.
and they fought, tooth and nail, truly aiming to win. it was the brother who won, and cedar was publicly embarrassed and shunned for going against the alpha. to this day- he admits he was glad he had lost. they would have never accepted him. and he still wonders why he went to such lengths to win such a petty troop position. after that fight he had upped and left without a word to anyone, growing into that toughened fox he is today.
{ name } reckless
{ experience } ten years
{ characters } wips
{ roleplay example } from a warriors roleplay, playing the medicine cat.LARGE, dense paws padded across the smooth and cool stone floor of the medicine cat den. stonefeather was fidgety tonight, sniffing over each herb over and over again, reorganizing everything, noting which herb he would need or was out of. he couldn't really put his paw on it- why he was feeling so tense tonight. he could not sleep. he didn't want to stay awake. yet both were complete disadvantages if he did either anyways. with a huff, the lean canadian lynx, large in size, trotted casually out of his den and into the main cave of camp, though careful to not awaken anyone.
LOOKING out of the main entrance to the camp, the heavy-duty male lynx's half flopped ears went back in concern at the sight in front of him. why was darkstar awake? and where were the warriors that were supposed to be watching the camp for the night? oh great starclan, darkstar had relieved the warriors of the duty and had himself watch the camp didn't he?
FEELING that concern sit uncomfortably in his chest, the medicine cat just watched, sitting with his short bobbed-tail resting on the hard rock below his paws. he fidgeted softly as he sat, unable to sit still for once in his life, front paws moving against the ground silently as if he was a kit feeding from its mother.
ABOUT to call out when he noticed darkstar get drowsy, he awaited just a moment, only to be startled when the leader of mountainclan started running. racing after his leader, his pelt bristled in annoyance that the leader would go after some noise in such a risky manner when he had a clan to watch over! he should have alerted someone like any sensible warrior! not that darkstar wasn't sensible- he just had his moments like most cats. noticing quickly that darkstar had already come back with a large rabbit, he made his presence known to the smaller black bobcat.
'DARKSTAR. what are you doing awake at such a time in the night? and hunting nonetheless?' he asked, as if he was a grandpa scolding a playful child who had just done something he hadn't been supposed to. of course, stonefeather meant no harm by the statement- every cat knew that was how he was. an almost wise older cat- fifty moons of experience and knowledge- who liked to watch over any cat younger than him.
