Post by fenrir on Aug 18, 2012 14:17:33 GMT -5
Name: Striker
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position: Hench within Macavity's tribe
Family: No one blood related.
Appearance:He is large and black like Macavity prefers. He has been in Macavity's employ for sometime so he is very scarred. Once while defending the tribe his face was badly beaten. Making him loose his left eye. The healer at the time was kind enough to give him a patch to wear. If his loyal and tough reputation wasn't enough, the eye patch made him look dastardly. He has average length fur and short mane. Although his fur is black, he has one white streak across his right eye that jags up into his mane. His eye is a yellowish gold in color.
Human Appearance: (Optional)
Personality: Striker has been a loyal follower of Macavity since he left the yard. He is getting older but he is one of the wiser hench cats. He knows how to not piss his master off. He would give the newer ones a vague warning but in his opinion it was their own fault if they didn't heed his warning. He is a tom of few words and doesn't like to socialize much with the other henches. He does find another tom interesting with in the tribe. (if Vipurr is cool with this) He did not admire many hench cats, but Colbalt seemed different. He was honorable and seemed trustworthy. However his high opinion of him was darkening. He had been around too long and had seen many betrayals. He was starting to watch the large hench cat closely. Striker was loyal to his master, and if Colbalt was less than loyal, Striker would find out and finish him. He follows Macavity's orders without question whether he agreed or not. He knew refusing the ginger tom could result in a fate worse then death.
Describing word:Soldier
History: Striker was an alley tom wandering the streets. One say a ginger tom approached him and being the larger male, Striker wanted to fight him. A fight ensued, and Striker almost had the ginger down. However the ginger was cunning and used his mind and studied the black toms movements. He used a weakness he spotted and took the tom down. Striker was defeated for the first time in his life. Macavity however did not kill him. Instead he said, 'You shall be my hench cat' He helped him up and patted him on the shoulder
'The offer is not negotiable, you are worthy enough' He said coldly. Striker, weighing his options followed the tom willingly. If he would have refused, he may as well laid in the gutter.
Years passed and his popularity with Macavity rose. He was trusted and served his master well. On one mission, something changed his life forever. He faced a Doberman pollicle. The crazy mongrel had made his way into the warehouses and was after the tribe. A few henches died decreasing Macavity's numbers greatly. Macavity had to join the fray just to save his numbers. A few queens were even killed. The pollicle had thrown Striker into a metal beam in the warehouse knocking him out. When he came to the Doberman who was weakened but still after their tribe had his master down and cornered. His large paw on his chest, Macavity only growled and hissed yelling curses at the pollicle. Striker lept to his feet ignoring his dislocated left shoulder. He jumped on the pollicles back and tore at him with his right paw and sharp teeth. The pollicle threw him off and went after him. Feline yowls and canine yelps filled the warehouse. The pollicle took a shot at the left side of his body which was weakened by the dislocated shoulder. Causing Striker to fall, the pollicle was on him ripping and tearing. Dragging his teeth down the side of Striker's face, the black tom yowled in pain. With what adrenaline and strength was left his tore the pollicles throat. The Doberman collapsed on top of him. Striker was unconscious and covered in his own blood and the pollicles. When he awoke after days of being in the healer den of the warehouse, he noticed he could only see out of one eye. The healer that was left of of the massacre gave him an eye patch to wear. Once fully healed he was back in the hench group following Macavity's plans.
RP Sample: The dark of night made Striker feel comfortable in a way. Perhaps it was his defiled appearance being hidden from lack of light. Or that he would be able to sneak around without shadows giving him away. The older male watched over the construction site with his good eye. Macavity was missing some precious jems and he wanted to put his masters mind at ease and find them. Keeping out of site he watched. His tail flicked the second he found what he was waiting for. A dark figure, a bit larger than he, was fleeing quietly over the ground. With a satchel on his shoulder. His suspicion of the large hench cat grew. He had no evidence of Colbalt helping the twin queens that had escaped. He knew Vipurr was strong and cunning, but to defeat all of the henches was unfathomable. She had to have help. The tom had been sweet on the sisters for some time. He watched the tom make the construction line and he hopped down quietly.
"Lead the way Colbalt" Were Striker's quiet and foreboding words.
Comments: You will find no favors from this tom. Unless he is instructed to help another he won't. He has been around long enough to know not to keep secrets from Macavity or go against him. Including petty favors for other henches. He is not a 'tattle tail' , he would rather stop you before you do something right in front of him. He offers his insight on things if asked but the hench asking better heed his advice, or he will watch you. Always watching with his one good eye.
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position: Hench within Macavity's tribe
Family: No one blood related.
Appearance:He is large and black like Macavity prefers. He has been in Macavity's employ for sometime so he is very scarred. Once while defending the tribe his face was badly beaten. Making him loose his left eye. The healer at the time was kind enough to give him a patch to wear. If his loyal and tough reputation wasn't enough, the eye patch made him look dastardly. He has average length fur and short mane. Although his fur is black, he has one white streak across his right eye that jags up into his mane. His eye is a yellowish gold in color.
Human Appearance: (Optional)
Personality: Striker has been a loyal follower of Macavity since he left the yard. He is getting older but he is one of the wiser hench cats. He knows how to not piss his master off. He would give the newer ones a vague warning but in his opinion it was their own fault if they didn't heed his warning. He is a tom of few words and doesn't like to socialize much with the other henches. He does find another tom interesting with in the tribe. (if Vipurr is cool with this) He did not admire many hench cats, but Colbalt seemed different. He was honorable and seemed trustworthy. However his high opinion of him was darkening. He had been around too long and had seen many betrayals. He was starting to watch the large hench cat closely. Striker was loyal to his master, and if Colbalt was less than loyal, Striker would find out and finish him. He follows Macavity's orders without question whether he agreed or not. He knew refusing the ginger tom could result in a fate worse then death.
Describing word:Soldier
History: Striker was an alley tom wandering the streets. One say a ginger tom approached him and being the larger male, Striker wanted to fight him. A fight ensued, and Striker almost had the ginger down. However the ginger was cunning and used his mind and studied the black toms movements. He used a weakness he spotted and took the tom down. Striker was defeated for the first time in his life. Macavity however did not kill him. Instead he said, 'You shall be my hench cat' He helped him up and patted him on the shoulder
'The offer is not negotiable, you are worthy enough' He said coldly. Striker, weighing his options followed the tom willingly. If he would have refused, he may as well laid in the gutter.
Years passed and his popularity with Macavity rose. He was trusted and served his master well. On one mission, something changed his life forever. He faced a Doberman pollicle. The crazy mongrel had made his way into the warehouses and was after the tribe. A few henches died decreasing Macavity's numbers greatly. Macavity had to join the fray just to save his numbers. A few queens were even killed. The pollicle had thrown Striker into a metal beam in the warehouse knocking him out. When he came to the Doberman who was weakened but still after their tribe had his master down and cornered. His large paw on his chest, Macavity only growled and hissed yelling curses at the pollicle. Striker lept to his feet ignoring his dislocated left shoulder. He jumped on the pollicles back and tore at him with his right paw and sharp teeth. The pollicle threw him off and went after him. Feline yowls and canine yelps filled the warehouse. The pollicle took a shot at the left side of his body which was weakened by the dislocated shoulder. Causing Striker to fall, the pollicle was on him ripping and tearing. Dragging his teeth down the side of Striker's face, the black tom yowled in pain. With what adrenaline and strength was left his tore the pollicles throat. The Doberman collapsed on top of him. Striker was unconscious and covered in his own blood and the pollicles. When he awoke after days of being in the healer den of the warehouse, he noticed he could only see out of one eye. The healer that was left of of the massacre gave him an eye patch to wear. Once fully healed he was back in the hench group following Macavity's plans.
RP Sample: The dark of night made Striker feel comfortable in a way. Perhaps it was his defiled appearance being hidden from lack of light. Or that he would be able to sneak around without shadows giving him away. The older male watched over the construction site with his good eye. Macavity was missing some precious jems and he wanted to put his masters mind at ease and find them. Keeping out of site he watched. His tail flicked the second he found what he was waiting for. A dark figure, a bit larger than he, was fleeing quietly over the ground. With a satchel on his shoulder. His suspicion of the large hench cat grew. He had no evidence of Colbalt helping the twin queens that had escaped. He knew Vipurr was strong and cunning, but to defeat all of the henches was unfathomable. She had to have help. The tom had been sweet on the sisters for some time. He watched the tom make the construction line and he hopped down quietly.
"Lead the way Colbalt" Were Striker's quiet and foreboding words.
Comments: You will find no favors from this tom. Unless he is instructed to help another he won't. He has been around long enough to know not to keep secrets from Macavity or go against him. Including petty favors for other henches. He is not a 'tattle tail' , he would rather stop you before you do something right in front of him. He offers his insight on things if asked but the hench asking better heed his advice, or he will watch you. Always watching with his one good eye.
