Post by Farenvel on Apr 8, 2011 15:35:30 GMT -8
{Tell me about yourself}
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NAME: Joyheart
AGE: 25 moons
GENDER: male
CLAN: Mistclan
RANK: Deputy
SHORT DESCRIPTION:handsome light yellow tom with sky blue eye
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LOOKS IN DETAIL: Joyheart is long light yellow fur, but, rather than poofing off to the giving a big appearance, it falls off down the sides giving a slender young look. His face is short furred unlike his body and his eyes are soft sky blue. His legs are long and very powerful.
PERSONALITY: Joyheart an optimist through and through. I wouldn't say he's a hyper one, but his eyes are generally full of light. He enjoys making others see the brighter side of life and adores the company of his clan. He's very kind, loving, and thoughtful. He's considerate of others and holds a soft gentle voice when speaking.
As welcoming and friendly as he is he is not your average cat. Despite his young age he is considered by most sort of...nuts. His head is full of ideas and dreams beyond his reach or even beyond possibility. His imagination and excitement sometimes goes a little overboard and other clan members have to remind him that he's thinking beyond his capabilities. As strange as he is he tends to make many friends because of his fun loving attitude.
Now while he has many good qualities of leadership and warm heartedness. He also has major flaws to weigh out the strengths. One of these being, as responsible as he acts, he's very kit-like. He believes that no matter who you are and how hostile you are you'll be his friend. Also, he's sort of a spoiled brat. He will hardly stop at anything to get what he wants. He'll cheat and play with the truth and claim cheerily that he won while others see that it was unfair. His clever words and charm squeeze him through many obstacles. The other major flaw is inability to focus on one thing at a time. Joyheart has A.A.D. problems and has a hard time keeping anything the same for too long.
FAMILY MEMBERS: Mother: Madeline (dead) Father: Unknown
Siblings: unknown
HISTORY:(optional) Joyheart was born alone. It was just him and his mother who was previously a kittypet and now was thrown out to try and survive on her own. She was adapting very poorly to her new environment and found it very hard to feed her new kit when she herself was hardly getting any food. She fought very hard to keep him alive and well fed but as he grew she began to become very ill. Her body was waring away quickly as if Joyheart was sucking the life out of her. He just barley made it past suckling age when she finally died. The little creature was left now completely on his own with knowledge of survival as his mother once was. With luck and sheer instinct the young feline fought to live then continued to learn and grow on his own before he finally was welcomed to join into to something he found quite intriguing. A clan. A group of cats that worked together and helped each other. He took immediate interest and was named Joy heart for his enthusiasm and determined spirit. With hard work he later became deputy.
RP SAMPLE:(needed only for first bio)
There it was. One of the largest multi-million dollar companies in the world. It seemed to stand firmly in it's place, stretching towards the sky. The mane building was rather lovely and well built. It was center front and lined with dark shiny windows all the way up. The the whole place was also surrounded by a great black gate with fancy design. In front of the main gate the occasional crown of protesters were standing with signs chanting there now meaningless speeches of respect for life. Lately, they were in small numbers. It was like everyone was giving up. They had all lost hope. What they believe in was lost to them. They've been marching so long without any results they now find it easier to just sit back and watch the world go by. The few who hold on to there dreams are the ones who are left behind. That's what they think, but in truth they are.
The black limo of a very important visitor pulled up to the front gate. He usually chose to go through this gate because he, for some odd reason, enjoyed pushing his way through the crowd of angry people. He liked to see the strong and stern faces of determination. For some reason...it made him feel...hopeful. For what, he did not know, but there was always something struck in his core that sort of made him want to join them. Even if they were against him, he admired there hard work and perseverance.
"Would you like me to call someone from the office to guide you through the crowd, Sir?" The old limo driver asked polity. The visitor ran his fingers through his light purple hair and let out a worn out huff. His bright green eyes stared for a long moment out the tinted window in silence.
He then grabbed a brown medium sized case and shook his head reaching for the door handle, "No thank you, Luess."
"Are you sure?" He said with a bit of a worried tone.
"Yes."
"Very well," The old man started up the car as the guest pushed the door open and stepped out to breathe the city air. He shut the door behind him and the vehicle slowly drove away. He took a deep breath and stood staring at the small group of people.
"Stop A.S.E.!" They would yell out into the deaf ears of the city,"Inhumane treatment! Stop A.S.E.! Lives are on the line! Stop A.S.E!" He took his first step towards the people and then the rest fallowed. Slowly, one by one, everyone went quiet as he entered their territory. He would either put off an innocent aura and pass through with out a word, be attacked and damaged, or he would take the blows and get killed. Of course he didn't mean literally, but mentally. He nodded at them and examined their faces. Some seemed a little weary, where as others glared at him with disgust. He just kept walking towards the gate. He stopped to find his little drawn out path to safety was intersected by an old looking man with dirty ragged brown clothing and an ugly mean face on. He was shorter than Thomas so he was looking up at him with the frightening stare.
"What business do you have here, pretty boy?" He growled at Thomas, "You here to get fat and rich off the pain of others?"
Thomas didn't look him in the eyes, "Excuse me, please," he said humbly bowing his head, and then tried to walk around the menacing little man.
The old man just intercepted him again, "Ooh...Where ya goin'?"
"Please, sir," still not looking into the man's eyes, "I must be going and you happen to be standing in my way," he said once again in a very polite tone.
The old man looked over at his fellow protesters with a slight smile, "You hear that? I'm in his way." Thomas looked around him. He happened to be surrounded by now very angry looking people.
"Please, sir. I must get going."
"Going where?" His voice was harsh and gruff, "To your little torture facility? What's in store for you today, boy?! Are you going to see how much blood a kitten can lose before dying or have you already tested that one?" The man noticed Thomas was looking away so he grabbed his black tie and yanked the younger man down to his eye level, "Look at me when I talk to you, Pretty boy!?" Thomas gasped. He was now looking straight into the man's eye. The other eye had a scar across it and was held tightly shut. Thomas's eyes were wide as he looked into the old man's blazing brown eyes, "I know goes on in there. It's not just animals. There are screaming beings under those grounds of Hell. I've heard 'em." He man's voice was now low and calm. It sounded a little mysterious, but you could still hear a hint of rage in his old tone, "What's down there I wonder... other human's? Are you 'testing' your own race?... Or maybe there's something else. Some other poor soul you keep hidden from the rest of the world to keep it from having a voice. Are you afraid of it? Is it so powerful you consider it a monster, so you lock it away from and make it suffer? Or is it 'for the sake of science' as I've heard said by many of your kind?" Thomas didn't answer. He just stayed silent and took the blows. He was dying, but that's what you get for crossing uncharted waters one too many times. Eventually you were going to get sucked in. The man was now yelling, "Answer me damn it!" He shove Thomas back. The man was a lot stronger than he appeared. Everyone around him began yelling and shouting at him, "Murderer!" He'd hear them roar, "Slaughterer! Barbarian! Fool! Murderer!" Murderer, he thought. No! They are nothing but human killing machines! Vampires are not human! Are they? He quickly ran through the crowd that was now closing in on him. It was like a bad dream. He felt claustrophobic, lost, and confused. When he finally broke free and grabbed the gate he could still hear them yelling. Especially the old man, "You took my son away! I know it was you! They won't believe me, but I saw it! That was my SON!!!"
The crowd was still after him, but to his great relief A group of men in black suits and sun glasses showed up and began to push back the crowd saying things like, "By law you are not aloud to cross this point. Please, refrain yourselves from the premises. Step back. Step back, people. Come on. Calm down. I repeat, calm down." The old ran however did not calm himself he squeezed passed them and began to run at Thomas. Thomas clenched his teeth and his green eyes widened again.
"That was my son!" He continued to yell, "He didn't do anything wrong! He was just special!" In seconds flat the men in fancy suits were on him, but he still screamed at the top of his lungs, "You took him! You all took him! I know it! I saw it with my own two eyes! You'll never get away with it! Aaah!"
"You are under arrest!"
But the man kept struggling and kept yelling. Thomas watched in wide eyed horror. The same words went through his mind. Murderer! Torture! Special! Screams! Son! Murderer! Torture Special! Screams! Hell! Son! Son! SON! The words seemed to match the rhythm of his thudding heart.
Then the man was gone. Where? He did not know. They dragged him away; never to be seen again. He was gone. It seemed almost as if he was wiped off the face of the planet, but no. He was just dragged away. Thomas was still clinging to the gate. He was breathing fast and deep breaths. He looked at the people. They were like caged animals, but they looked at him like he was a monster in another world. The silent whispers were felt floating in the air. Murderer... Monster... Screams... Hell... Demon.......son.......
A taller man in a black suit touched Thomas's shoulder, "Sir...are you aright?" Thomas jumped a little and just stared at him with his wide eyes, "Come on. Let's get you inside."
{Behind the canvas}
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HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Bridger showed me. :3
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RP EXPERIENCE?: four years
