Post by deepwalker on Aug 12, 2012 19:54:26 GMT -5
b]Name[/b]: Deepwalker
Gender: Male
Age AZdult
Tribe: Jellicle.
Tribe Position: (Not applicable for all characters. Positions are given out by staff.)
Family: Father, Ratbane, Half feral Barn cat. Lean, mean, and a cat who loves to fight. Mother, "Lady Bear" A full Maine Coone, loved by her family and her humans. Big, strong, but gentle.
Brother, Tony, lean and fast, pure black, with a grey face. sisters, Astar, Grey, with a white star on her back, and Queenie, Half her mothers size, white with grey stripes, Nasty personality.
Appearance: (Pictures are welcome. No picture? Give us lengthy details!)DESCRIPTION Large heavy body, very heavily muscled, Coat and tail is a deep, dark brown, with faint black tiger stripes and the coat is medium in length, The face is white with one black patch around his right eye.. He is wearing a heavy, thick plain leather collar, with a small rawhide pouch sewn tightly to it.
HEIGHT: Tall, In human terms, 6ft, 2 inches
BUILD: Heavy/athletic Weight approx. 195 Lb.
EYE COLOR: Black
UNIQUE FEATURES: Right ear is torn near the top and he has multiple scars from fighting on his body, including a scar on his face reaching above and below the left eye.
Human Appearance: (Optional)
Personality: (Please be detailed. At least 5 sentences.): Brave
Even as a kitten, Deepwalker had no fear. As soon as his eyes opened, he was trying to get out and explore. In play fighting with his brother and sisters, he always won, even when they teamed up on him. As soon as he was ready, his father, Ratbane, taught him to hunt and how to fight for real. He quickly learned that there are two kinds of fighting.. First, there is the rough and tumble fighting for fun. You do not try to do real damage, just show who is toughest. And then there is fighting when it is kill or be killed. He took his lumps, but he also learned how to fight like a long-tailed devil.
Loyal
Deepwalker is generally a friendly cat, but he chooses his close friends with care. To him, a close friend is a cat he is loyal to, and will return that loyalty. To be a close friend, you must be trustworthy, and able to trust others.
Implacable foe
Deepwalker does have a dark side. If he ever decides that anyone has harmed one of his family or friends, He will never stop until that cat, dog or whatever can no longer harm anyone, be it due to his foe having moved far away, is physically incapable of harming anyone, or dead. These are the only three reasons Deepwalker will stop hunting a targeted foe.
Protector.
One thing his mother taught him stuck like glue. Kittens MUST be protected at all times, no matter what. His first chance to follow that rule came shortly after he began his wandering. Coming out of some tall grass where he had been hunting, He heard a kitten cry out for help. As he came running up, he found a large dog trying to get at a kitten hiding in a narrow pipe. The dogs actions so enraged Deepwalker that he sprung up on its shoulder and, claws raking as he went, bit the dogs nose half off, as his rear claws raked back toward the dogs eyes. The dog shook its head rapidly until Deepwalker flew off to land on a nearby discarded tire, as the dog took off howling it’s distress, it’s tail firmly tucked in under it’s belly.
Honest
Deepwalker is a very honest cat, he will only take food freely offered, or from his own hunting. When in another cat’s territory, he will not hunt unless he can get permission from the owner. If he finds a queen who is nursing, or an injured cat, he will stop and hunt for them, until such time as they can hunt for themselves.
Describing word: (Give us one word to describe this character.)Tank
History: (MUST have a history. Gives us an idea how they live/lived. 5 sentences minimum!)History
: DEEPWALKER is a cat from America, His mother, “ Lady Bear”, is a Maine Coon Cat, and his father, “Ratbane”, is a half feral, stray tomcat. The family that his mother stayed with lived on the coast of New England, near a fish cannery. While sharing his mother’s size and body style, he took after his father in his attitudes. As soon as he was about 2 seasons old, his father started teaching him everything he knew about hunting, tracking and fighting. Deepwalker took to these lessons like a duck to water, to his father’s great pride. When he was about 4 seasons old, he began wandering further and further away from home, until one day he just kept on going. Traveling around, he quickly learned that hitching a ride on a train was a great way to see faraway places. Jumping off in the American West to hunt, he watched the train he had been riding roll on down the track. Looking around for a place to stay he wandered up to an old man, who knelt down and addressed him as “Small Warrior” and then invited him to stay with him for a while. Deepwalker decided that he liked the human, and stayed with him, on an Apache reservation, where it turned out the old man, Redhat, was a medicine man. During his stay Deep cleared out the local mouse population, and started in on the rabbits. After about the third month, The old man, after one of his medicine ceremonies made a tiny rawhide pouch, Inside of which he placed some dried mint, black and white sage, cinnamon, and a small square of cedar, as well as a bit of strangely aromatic pine resin. After placing these in the pouch, he sewed it up tight; this medicine pouch was designed to provide clear-headedness and clear thoughts. Then, in a short ceremony using a white sage smudge fire; he used the sage smoke to ritually cleanse himself, the pouch, and finally Deepwalker. Oddly enough, Deepwalker sat quietly and patiently during this, after which the pouch was strongly secured to Deepwalker’s leather collar, a wide, thick, affair, designed to withstand a great amount of abuse. A couple weeks later, when the old man went to town, Deepwalker jumped in the truck with him, something he had never done before. While in town, they saw a freight train pull in, going back the way Deep had originally come from, and after rubbing up against the man and looking him in the eye, he turned and took a couple steps toward the train, then looked back. The old man simply smiled, and giving him a nod, He offered up a prayer to his spirit friends for his friends safe travels, and protection from the “Enemy with Power” he had been warned of during the medicine ceremony by the spirit he knew as “the Eagle”. Deep stood until his friend stopped and waved him on, then ran down to the train, and jumped in a open pipe on a flatbed car. From this vantage he could travel safely, ignoring rain and watching the scenery. After he got back near his home, he jumped off, hunted up a nice meal of field mice, then continued to wander down to the seacoast, until he wandered on board a merchant ship heading for London. After finally getting off the ship at the London Dock, He promptly lit out for greener pastures. As he was running thru the docks area, he was accosted by a small group of toms looking for easy fight; they quickly learned the error of that. While Maine Coon cats are called Gentle Giants, Deep is only half Maine coon. The other half is from his father, a rangy tiger striped tomcat that feared neither cat nor dog, and avoided humans as unhealthy to his footloose ways. From his father he inherited a love of a good fight, a natural affinity for hunting, his footloose ways. and habit of looking for stray dogs to shred. From his mother he inherited her size and strength. Combining that with his fathers speed, he quickly pounded the toms into submission, as they slunk away he walked on looking for a new home. After wandering the streets and alley of this new city, Deep finally found an old abandoned warehouse with a few old wooden crates strewn around it. Looking thru them, he soon found a smallish crate next to the building with a hole he could easily enter and exit on the side next to the wall. Inside it was dry and dusty, but livable. During his first week, Deep spent the time he was not hunting to learn the lay of the land around his new home, as well scavenge some old rags and worn out blankets and such to make a nice, soft and warm bed for himself. Because he was new to the area, and had been greeted by an unfriendly welcoming committee, He was always careful to avoid leaving a track to his new home. Seeing an broken window in jumping distance from the top of his crate, Deep carefully left a trail up on top of the crate, and then up to the window. Jumping into the building, Deep left a winding, rambling trail crossing and recrossing itself several times until he finally, reached an area so covered in his tracks, he could leap up onto a narrow shelf, and careful to leave no track, exited the building and returned to his home for a well-deserved rest. In order to leave as little trace of him in the area next to the building, Deep only hunted no closer than two streets away.
RP Sample: (Please give a brief paragraph...4-5 sentences long on how you are going to RP your character. Does not need to be spectacular or long but please write more then 2 sentences.
Deepwalker walked quietly into an old abandoned junkyard, following the unmistakable sounds of kittens at play. As the large dark brown tom entered the area, Both Alonzo and Misto saw him at the same time. Alonzo saw the torn right ear and multiple scars from fighting on his body and face, and worried about possible trouble. As the two adults considered what to do, half a dozen kittens came tumbling around a corner in a big mass-wrestling match. Upon seeing the BIG new cat, most of them scrambled into hiding. One young tom however stood where he was and demanded, "Who are you!" The big stranger gravely crouched down to be level with the young one, and replied, " The name is Deepwalker, from America."
Comments: (Please include Mystic powers here if applicable.)The medicine pouch on his collar is filled with herbs, spices and resins that help keep the mind clear and focussed. It was made for him by the Apache medicine Man, Redhat, at the behest of one of his animalm spirits, to aid him in time of need. In other words, Mac cannot hypnotize him. That is the closest thing to a "mistic" power he has.
Gender: Male
Age AZdult
Tribe: Jellicle.
Tribe Position: (Not applicable for all characters. Positions are given out by staff.)
Family: Father, Ratbane, Half feral Barn cat. Lean, mean, and a cat who loves to fight. Mother, "Lady Bear" A full Maine Coone, loved by her family and her humans. Big, strong, but gentle.
Brother, Tony, lean and fast, pure black, with a grey face. sisters, Astar, Grey, with a white star on her back, and Queenie, Half her mothers size, white with grey stripes, Nasty personality.
Appearance: (Pictures are welcome. No picture? Give us lengthy details!)DESCRIPTION Large heavy body, very heavily muscled, Coat and tail is a deep, dark brown, with faint black tiger stripes and the coat is medium in length, The face is white with one black patch around his right eye.. He is wearing a heavy, thick plain leather collar, with a small rawhide pouch sewn tightly to it.
HEIGHT: Tall, In human terms, 6ft, 2 inches
BUILD: Heavy/athletic Weight approx. 195 Lb.
EYE COLOR: Black
UNIQUE FEATURES: Right ear is torn near the top and he has multiple scars from fighting on his body, including a scar on his face reaching above and below the left eye.
Human Appearance: (Optional)
Personality: (Please be detailed. At least 5 sentences.): Brave
Even as a kitten, Deepwalker had no fear. As soon as his eyes opened, he was trying to get out and explore. In play fighting with his brother and sisters, he always won, even when they teamed up on him. As soon as he was ready, his father, Ratbane, taught him to hunt and how to fight for real. He quickly learned that there are two kinds of fighting.. First, there is the rough and tumble fighting for fun. You do not try to do real damage, just show who is toughest. And then there is fighting when it is kill or be killed. He took his lumps, but he also learned how to fight like a long-tailed devil.
Loyal
Deepwalker is generally a friendly cat, but he chooses his close friends with care. To him, a close friend is a cat he is loyal to, and will return that loyalty. To be a close friend, you must be trustworthy, and able to trust others.
Implacable foe
Deepwalker does have a dark side. If he ever decides that anyone has harmed one of his family or friends, He will never stop until that cat, dog or whatever can no longer harm anyone, be it due to his foe having moved far away, is physically incapable of harming anyone, or dead. These are the only three reasons Deepwalker will stop hunting a targeted foe.
Protector.
One thing his mother taught him stuck like glue. Kittens MUST be protected at all times, no matter what. His first chance to follow that rule came shortly after he began his wandering. Coming out of some tall grass where he had been hunting, He heard a kitten cry out for help. As he came running up, he found a large dog trying to get at a kitten hiding in a narrow pipe. The dogs actions so enraged Deepwalker that he sprung up on its shoulder and, claws raking as he went, bit the dogs nose half off, as his rear claws raked back toward the dogs eyes. The dog shook its head rapidly until Deepwalker flew off to land on a nearby discarded tire, as the dog took off howling it’s distress, it’s tail firmly tucked in under it’s belly.
Honest
Deepwalker is a very honest cat, he will only take food freely offered, or from his own hunting. When in another cat’s territory, he will not hunt unless he can get permission from the owner. If he finds a queen who is nursing, or an injured cat, he will stop and hunt for them, until such time as they can hunt for themselves.
Describing word: (Give us one word to describe this character.)Tank
History: (MUST have a history. Gives us an idea how they live/lived. 5 sentences minimum!)History
: DEEPWALKER is a cat from America, His mother, “ Lady Bear”, is a Maine Coon Cat, and his father, “Ratbane”, is a half feral, stray tomcat. The family that his mother stayed with lived on the coast of New England, near a fish cannery. While sharing his mother’s size and body style, he took after his father in his attitudes. As soon as he was about 2 seasons old, his father started teaching him everything he knew about hunting, tracking and fighting. Deepwalker took to these lessons like a duck to water, to his father’s great pride. When he was about 4 seasons old, he began wandering further and further away from home, until one day he just kept on going. Traveling around, he quickly learned that hitching a ride on a train was a great way to see faraway places. Jumping off in the American West to hunt, he watched the train he had been riding roll on down the track. Looking around for a place to stay he wandered up to an old man, who knelt down and addressed him as “Small Warrior” and then invited him to stay with him for a while. Deepwalker decided that he liked the human, and stayed with him, on an Apache reservation, where it turned out the old man, Redhat, was a medicine man. During his stay Deep cleared out the local mouse population, and started in on the rabbits. After about the third month, The old man, after one of his medicine ceremonies made a tiny rawhide pouch, Inside of which he placed some dried mint, black and white sage, cinnamon, and a small square of cedar, as well as a bit of strangely aromatic pine resin. After placing these in the pouch, he sewed it up tight; this medicine pouch was designed to provide clear-headedness and clear thoughts. Then, in a short ceremony using a white sage smudge fire; he used the sage smoke to ritually cleanse himself, the pouch, and finally Deepwalker. Oddly enough, Deepwalker sat quietly and patiently during this, after which the pouch was strongly secured to Deepwalker’s leather collar, a wide, thick, affair, designed to withstand a great amount of abuse. A couple weeks later, when the old man went to town, Deepwalker jumped in the truck with him, something he had never done before. While in town, they saw a freight train pull in, going back the way Deep had originally come from, and after rubbing up against the man and looking him in the eye, he turned and took a couple steps toward the train, then looked back. The old man simply smiled, and giving him a nod, He offered up a prayer to his spirit friends for his friends safe travels, and protection from the “Enemy with Power” he had been warned of during the medicine ceremony by the spirit he knew as “the Eagle”. Deep stood until his friend stopped and waved him on, then ran down to the train, and jumped in a open pipe on a flatbed car. From this vantage he could travel safely, ignoring rain and watching the scenery. After he got back near his home, he jumped off, hunted up a nice meal of field mice, then continued to wander down to the seacoast, until he wandered on board a merchant ship heading for London. After finally getting off the ship at the London Dock, He promptly lit out for greener pastures. As he was running thru the docks area, he was accosted by a small group of toms looking for easy fight; they quickly learned the error of that. While Maine Coon cats are called Gentle Giants, Deep is only half Maine coon. The other half is from his father, a rangy tiger striped tomcat that feared neither cat nor dog, and avoided humans as unhealthy to his footloose ways. From his father he inherited a love of a good fight, a natural affinity for hunting, his footloose ways. and habit of looking for stray dogs to shred. From his mother he inherited her size and strength. Combining that with his fathers speed, he quickly pounded the toms into submission, as they slunk away he walked on looking for a new home. After wandering the streets and alley of this new city, Deep finally found an old abandoned warehouse with a few old wooden crates strewn around it. Looking thru them, he soon found a smallish crate next to the building with a hole he could easily enter and exit on the side next to the wall. Inside it was dry and dusty, but livable. During his first week, Deep spent the time he was not hunting to learn the lay of the land around his new home, as well scavenge some old rags and worn out blankets and such to make a nice, soft and warm bed for himself. Because he was new to the area, and had been greeted by an unfriendly welcoming committee, He was always careful to avoid leaving a track to his new home. Seeing an broken window in jumping distance from the top of his crate, Deep carefully left a trail up on top of the crate, and then up to the window. Jumping into the building, Deep left a winding, rambling trail crossing and recrossing itself several times until he finally, reached an area so covered in his tracks, he could leap up onto a narrow shelf, and careful to leave no track, exited the building and returned to his home for a well-deserved rest. In order to leave as little trace of him in the area next to the building, Deep only hunted no closer than two streets away.
RP Sample: (Please give a brief paragraph...4-5 sentences long on how you are going to RP your character. Does not need to be spectacular or long but please write more then 2 sentences.
Deepwalker walked quietly into an old abandoned junkyard, following the unmistakable sounds of kittens at play. As the large dark brown tom entered the area, Both Alonzo and Misto saw him at the same time. Alonzo saw the torn right ear and multiple scars from fighting on his body and face, and worried about possible trouble. As the two adults considered what to do, half a dozen kittens came tumbling around a corner in a big mass-wrestling match. Upon seeing the BIG new cat, most of them scrambled into hiding. One young tom however stood where he was and demanded, "Who are you!" The big stranger gravely crouched down to be level with the young one, and replied, " The name is Deepwalker, from America."
Comments: (Please include Mystic powers here if applicable.)The medicine pouch on his collar is filled with herbs, spices and resins that help keep the mind clear and focussed. It was made for him by the Apache medicine Man, Redhat, at the behest of one of his animalm spirits, to aid him in time of need. In other words, Mac cannot hypnotize him. That is the closest thing to a "mistic" power he has.
