Post by View. on Dec 31, 2008 19:04:59 GMT -8
N a m e:Banestar
G e n d e r:Tom
A g e:39 Moons At Death
C l a n: Otherclan
R a n k:Leader
I m a g e: I'm feeling lazy today
F a m i l y: Mist-Mother-Deceased
M a t e: None
K i t s: None
C o m p a n i o n:---
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Banestar is a muscular deep moonless black cat with striking yellow eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Banestar's eye's are a clear,piercing yellow that could stare deep into your soul.They are moonshaped at the bottom and flatten out at the top.His head is a soft edged triangle,fluffing out a bit along the sides. His body is of medium length, lithe, with well-developed muscles.Banestar's legs are slender in proportion to his body, with a fine bone structure. His paws are medium sized and oval. Bane has a fairly long tail, broad at the base and tapering to a point.While he gets a great deal of his characteristics from his Abyssinian half of the family, his pelt and ears are mostly Bombay.Banestar's pelt is black down to the roots,with a rare occasional white hair showing up.His coat is short and close-lying, with a fine, satin - like texture, and patent - leather sheen,however it is surprisingly thick.
His ears are on the verge of being wide-set and are medium sized, broad at the base and pointy at the tips.His claws and teeth sharp and lethal.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Consider yourself lucky if you become close to Banestar. Although he is pleasant enough to all the clan and loves a "friendly" chat with any cat, there are few cats who can say they are truly close to Banestar. There are only a few choice cats Banestar would trust his life with, and they, they are his best companions. Such as his deputy. Banestar would not be able to survive without the support of these choice allies. They are his advisor's and his sanctuary. He knows that they are always ready with strong advice, or a moment to just let him vent his problems, which doesn’t come very often.
As a leader, Banestar must come up with many solutions to many problems. The task can sometimes be a bit trying. He never regrets becoming Leader, but during times of extreme pressure, as anyone else would, can’t help but wish it was just a bit easier. However, even in the toughest time, he remains strong and tries not to let his own, personal problems influence his decisions as a Leader. He knows that his clan deserves only the best from him, and so he will not settle for anything less than his best.
Not only does he settle for nothing less than his own best, but he makes sure that his warriors always give one-hundred percent of themselves too. They trained and trained to become the best warrior, and so they might as well put those skills to good use. Otherwise, their mentor’s time was wasted, and Banestar absolutely detests wasting time. If someone slacks off and fails they are sure in for it. They will really get chewed up and spit out, and that is something you REALLY don’t want. You had really better not break any rules while he is mad. Normally, he is very understanding, and will give out fair punishment, like “Oh, so you ate some prey before feeding the clan, you can’t have fresh-kill tonight then.” But if you catch him on a bad day, his emotions might cloud his mind and make you give all of your fresh kill to the elders for a day.Banestar is a very normal cat. He has the occasional bad day where he just wakes up on the wrong side of the moss, but other than those, Banestar is always ready to share a good laugh with someone. He is incredibly light hearted, and doesn’t take anything too hard. Around other cats not from his clan Banestar is distant and somewhat arrogant.He has a quicker tongue around them and a smaller amount of patience.
You may think that is all that can be said about Banestar,but it is not all.You see Banestar has multiple personalities.One is good and fair ,the other evil sadistic.His darker personality is as followed.
He is a harsh critic and does not accept anything but the very best. He is sarcastic to all but the ones he needs on his side, to whom he talks with a overly-smooth glib that is rather sickening to watch. Rather much like a politician, he is overly like able, but some cats smell a rat when they look at him. It's not like he makes any attempt to hide his ambition or arrogance.
Banestar is cunning and plans come easily to him.He's not afraid to put these plans into action.Risking lives?Who cares,they got in the way.Endangering himself?He's already dead so who cares.And he is always right.Ever if a battle plan goes awry he will just say it's the timing or the cats.
Even around his clan-mates he is snappy and impatient,though a bit more kind.He hates error however and will not hesitate to strike out; physically and mentally.
His eyes gain a fire then,a cold dead fire.His tone is harsh,somewhat insane.He is cruel ,malicious.He is a ruthless leader,unfearing of anything.He is everything bad.He is death.
He is know mostly in the evil/nice mood.Because of the battles that have been happening.
History:
His mother was a purebred Bombay and his father was supposed to be one as well.Supposed to be.It didn't turn out that way.Banes father instead was the leader of a rouge band who came upon Bane's mother one night and mated with her.
At birth though,he was thought to be purebred and the best of his litter.This of course caused jealousy from his litter mates. The worst one of all was his sister, Timber.She taunted him mercilessly and often tried to fight him.His brothers,Ace and Sunset,were not much better. They ganged up on him often, trying to mar him.
So it was no real sadness when they were all sold to different people.Bane was sold to a girl and her family that lived a few miles away from the clans.He lived peacefully there for a little but the loyalty it required,he didn't have it.So he left for a city not far away.
He took up residence in a abandoned building and lived a decent life there.Then he met Patchedmemory,a rouge cat.She had wandered too far away from her group,after a fit of anger and was lost.Bane took her in and they soon fell in love.They mated and lived peacefully together.Then,one day after he came back from hunting,she was gone. Blood stained the floor and signs of a fight were everywhere. Bane joined a rouge band to help deal with his troubles.He witnessed horrible things there but he convinced himself that it was just the way the world was. He joined in and became somewhat of a deputy to the leader.
During this time he seemed to be in a trance.It was broken one stormy night when the leader was about to murder a Russian blue she-cat,the same type of cat that Patchedmemory had been. He rebelled against the leader and took his life.
What happened after that shall remain a mystery.
O v e r a l l:
Banestar is a fair if rather stoic cat,who prefers everything to run smoothly without a hitch.He has a thick black pelt that is black through and through.Eyes are a somewhat haunting green-yellow that scan your soul.He is insane.
S a m p l e:
It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone EXPENDABLE
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all
Crunch.
It was the only sound that was heard by him,the only one that was made by him rather.The sound of it reflected against the morning sounding as loud as a earthquake,although it could have only been slightly louder than an ant's step's.Fake's aud's paid far to much attention to sounds than they should have,liking to make every sound five times more important than it needs to be.Perhaps that was a good thing as he had never had gotten in any trouble from not hearing what was approaching.
Anyways,he cringed slightly at this noise and relaxed slightly realizing that no one heard.It must've looked somewhat quirky,or weird,to a viewer that a Wolfhound was doing such a thing.It was one of his few quirks;or one of his many he thought.Fake had such low self-esteem.Oh he never voiced it or anything,but the way he reacted,hesitating before doing something new or not,showed.Fake was a handsome Irish Wolfhound with a pelt of off white.Or dirty white as he called it.Hound was big,for a dog and for his breed. Perhaps as big as a pony? He was strong as he rarely stayed in one place for a while,in case some one called on one of his faults and went against him.It was that fact that made it weird that he joined a pack.
Next Contestant,Yanking Out My Heart,Lovingly Tender,Control, Militia,Rouge,Santos
The names ran through his head with a wave of guilt.Contestant, the kind but strict leader,Heart the loyal warrior,Love the mother figure, Control the military leader,Militia the fearless purebred,Rouge the peppy young pup,Santos the open minded mutt. He had left them all.Fake the betrayer.He had often thought of returning to them,but after all that heart break?That was only one of the reasons though,the one that prevented him the most was the fear that he wasn't missed at all and that they had already forgotten him.Wolfhound sighed ever so softly and began to carefully walk forward. His cranium was held low,his tail held down. His pelt was somewhat mangled and he truely looked like a street dog now. Sure he had been born one but he had never played the part.Now he did.
Nose smelt the mare before he saw her.She smelt like young innocence yet guilty of some crime.Which is quite contradictory but she did.She was innocent yet called herself guilty.Same as him except for the fact that he really was guilty.
He lifted a front paw to move forward to speak to her,when a colt.He was some what handsome with a pelt of many colors that sparkled in the sunlight.It wasn't natural.He looked like he came from some human stable,not from the wild.And that was probably what he was like inside.Tamed and sleek.A business man that isn't able to deliver.He introduced himself as Fire n' Lightning and asked for her name.A mistake.Wasn't it?
Fake had never know how to talk to females.Some liked it when you introduced yourself and asked their name,or just your name,or just a simple hello.Some preferred that you don't talk to them at all. Females were so damn complicated. A mare he had heard of had said for a brute to go away when he was on free land and he had every right to be there.The bad part was that she was thinking that brute's are so pushy and possessive.Hypocrite.Not all of the female sex are like that as are not of the male.Some just give a bad reputation to the rest of us.
Fake wasn't going to continue on to the filly if she responded differently than she did but she didn't and for that he was glad. Perhaps they could talk.Perhaps not. Some horses got along well with other species and others...not so much.
So he moved for,carefully mind,to the spot were the equine stood. He raised his skull slightly and his tail gave a brief wag.Wolf hound reached them quickly but he didn't say anything just gave a nod as was his custom. He wanted to stay on their good side.
Farewell is a word,
So simple, so dour
Saying what started
but did not endure.
Farewell is a feeling
of something that’s gone
Farewell is a memory
that stays for too long
Farewell is everything
that’s been left unsaid
Farewell is the greeting
of someone
who’s dead.
So simple, so dour
Saying what started
but did not endure.
Farewell is a feeling
of something that’s gone
Farewell is a memory
that stays for too long
Farewell is everything
that’s been left unsaid
Farewell is the greeting
of someone
who’s dead.
A post done with a wolfhound.
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