Post by Bridger ✘ on Apr 8, 2011 8:52:31 GMT -8
{Tell me about yourself}
NAME: Frostheart
AGE: 25 moons
GENDER: Male
CLAN: Mistclan
RANK: Medicine cat
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Skinny white tom with light grass green eyes.{Fill in the blanks}
PERSONALITY: Frostheart is just like his name implies, very cold-hearted. Though his job is taking care of the clan, he doesn't seem to be very kind and caring towards them at all. Instead, Frostheart is strict, and wants to get down to business, healing cats in the quickest way possible, even if it's quick...but painful. He tries to explain to cats than the pain isn't going to last, and what really matters is not dying, but for some reason, to which he cannot fathom, certain cats just don't seem t understand his logic.
Frostheart also has a strong disliking for apprentices, he think they are messy, and a bundle of destruction, he tries to distance himself from apprentices as much as possible, even more than he tries to distance himself from other cats in general. His face is almost always emotionless , but you can occasionally find him scowling at another cat whom he probably dislikes. As far as talking goes, he only states the obvious, and if he must speak at all, he tries to keep it as brief as possible. When it comes to cats from other Clans, he tries to avoid them, sending off a very snobbish aura from him, just to make sure that those cats know that he does not wish to speak with. He's very snobbish towards other cats that are not from his clan, and doesn't mind insulting them in a round about way. Despite his snobbishness and coldness, Frostheart has a soft spot for Queens and little Kits, he is very tender to them, and his gaze isn't quite as cold and emotionless, but instead warm, and he tries to be sweet towards kits. He harbors a secret wish of having his own mate have his kits, and that is probably why he is so gentle towards those kind of cats. Despite his secret wish, he would never break that kind of promise he made to Starclan, and has no intention of breaking any rules it makes for him. Rules were never meant to be broken, rules were always went for the well being of others, to him, so he will always enforce rules. If he starts wishing for his own mate or kits, he quickly buries those thoughts as fast as possible.
FAMILY MEMBERS: Mother: Snow (alive as far as he knows) Father: Black: (Unknown)
HISTORY:(optional)
Frostheart was born the only kit to survive in his litter out in the harsh winter, a poor time to have kits, and a poor time for a Loner mother to kit out in the harsh conditions. His mother though, did not give up, and cared for him during the winter, naming him Frost, for obvious reasons of surviving the winter, unlike his dead siblings . When he was old enough, Frost would hunt for his mother, though he was actually very bad at it he soon found out, and quickly, his mother gave up on teaching him out to hunt, and tried to teach him about fighting off other cats that might attack. However, little Frost wasn't very good at that either, and mother was starting to wonder if he was really going to survive on his own out here in the forest. She had to think of something for poor little Frost, or she knew he would die. Frost could recall asking his mother where they were going one day, following his big white mother through the forest, she said nothing and continued on her way. She then stopped at a random stopped and told him to sleep, obediently, Frost laid down and fell to sleep.
Hours passed in his slumber, and the young white kitten woke up, feeling very warm, he found himself on something very warm and soft. Where was mother? Frost ran out of his sleeping spot but skidded to a halt, realizing he was inside a two-leg nest. HIs mother had given up on him in the wild, and had given him up to live a life as a Kittypet. Moons passed on as he lived his life as a kittypet, his owners called him a new name , it was, Whiskers. He harbored a hatred for his mother and a hatred for his two-legs despite their attempts at trying to be kind to him. He was bossy towards the other kittypets who do nothing but everything they want, he thought that there needed to be some sort of order and rules that the kittypets had to follow. Most of them just ignored him, saying that they only listen to their hose-folk. Frost Disliked those ignorant cats, he tried to convince them that he was right, but they simply would laugh. Eventually Frost gave up on the kittypets, and stayed away treating them like the outsiders. Soon, Frost/Whiskers didn't want to be a kittypet, he wanted to be wiled, surely there was a place for him that didn't involve using his claws to attack. Frost didn't know what, but it had to be something. Finally, he was certain he would run away from this home, and try to find a new way of living in the wild, but not like normal wild cats he grew up with. The kind Frost would look for was something with rules and order, even if he had to start it himself. More moons passed, and Frost was finally in the wild once more, trying to find a place for him, with out fighting, though, he was often chased away. Soon though, he stumbled across a group of cats that called themselves Mistclan, this of coarse, instantly interested him. He instantly fell in love with the idea of healing and Starclan, but despite all this, he found himself not liking much cats, he almost disliked them as much as the Kittypets at his old home, especially the apprentices. Despite this, he found his calling in life. Different from being a warrior, but he found it even more important than fighting.
RP SAMPLE:(needed only for first bio)
Crimson watched Gabriel leave "Oh where is he going now?" he asked himself, he hoped it would be somewhere useful, perhaps to go get more vampires. His yellow eyes flashed a little , watching him go "Hmmmm." he whispered, staring at the dress, perhaps it was to change that gross dress, it was very outdated and it did not do Gabriel's red hair any justice. He would have to give Gabriel fashion advice after all of this, and also tell him that to correct and polite way to run in a dress or skirt or what ever it was, was to hold it up over his feet, in order to not step on the material and get it all messed up or trip. He was going to have to do a lot better than that if he ever wanted to be more proper in this society. A few vampires ran up to ask him what on earth was going on and what they should do, but he waved them down "I'm not in any position to make commands currently, Hmmmm, The king will tell us something, I'm quite certain of that." This was going to be easy, if he knew anything about the white haired rebel vampire, it was that Klaude was sloppy, he was not good at planning attacks. However, the King, wasone of the best. He looked around, and found that the king was coming, with a strange but happy smile, he bowed down to the king, a strange rumble deep in his throat, not quite a purr, not quite a growl. "Bring me my chess board and pieces. They're next to the wall," Crimson looked to Gabriel scoldingly, as if Gabriel should be ashamed for not already bringing the chess board BEFORE Fang had ordered him to do so. Shame on Gabriel. But at least he left with out speaking a question. Gabriel had given Crimson a questioning glance, which he caught, and this was deeply frowned upon, Gabriel must be punished for that. But, maybe....just maybe Crimson was picking out the minor details , so maybe he wouldn't punish the red head. " Crimson, I want you to put together some different divisions, set strong leaders in front of each one, and then send out scouts to determine the enemy position around the castle. I need a status report," he was thoughtful, mind going over who and how many divisions to set out. Gabriel no doubt would lead one of them, unless Fang had other plans for the red head. "Yes of coarse," he nodded, yellow eyes flashing slightly with strange excitement , "They will be ready and organized in less than five minutes, and the scout less, than one," truly he was making this all up, but he was going to try to do that. He was about to walk away when he stopped "Oh Gabriel, I do hope you know the dress looks wondrous on you." That was more or less a lie, suddenly the dress reminded him of the girls in the castle and he paused. His chest started to clench together, and his gaze turned to Fang. He didn't want to seem to hopeful, he didn't want to seem like he didn't want Cammie to be brought into this. Asking as emotionlessly as possible he smiled "Is Cammie ready for battle yet, your highness? I wonder?" His eyes flashed slightly at the thought, if she was brought into battle, Crimson was going to have to ever so secretly protect her some how, while at the same time, keep to his own duties. She was strong, he could tell, but he could not comprehend how devastated he would be if she were to be injured or killed. Why he cared so much, he did not know.
Character: Crimson
From: Numb and Cold
{Behind the canvas}
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: I was lurking around advertisements on random sites. Then I stumbled across this lovely one.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
RP EXPERIENCE?: Hmm. I own a roleplay site Called Numb and Cold. and I've been roleplaying for about... four or five years now.
