Post by seabreeze on Aug 9, 2009 20:47:17 GMT -5
Log-In Name: Seabreezes
IC Current Name/Future Name: Seabreeze
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Age: 17 Moons
Reference/Summarized Description: www.bestofbreeds.com/cats/siamese/Grand_Champion_Johpas_Red_Ruudi_32a.jpg
Closest picture I could find. e___e;
A white fluffy Tom with a cream back, darker cream mask, paws and tail with sparkling blue eyes.
Detailed Description: Tom's base color was that of a bleached snow white. Back was claimed with a light cream that turned darker as it extended to his tail, paws and nose. Sea blue eyes glittered with curiosity of the world around him. Tom had an almost wed-shaped head and unusually long muzzle due to his part Balinese blood. Built more for speed than power, Seabreeze was an excellent hunter but a horrible fighter.
Furcadia Description: "Seabreeze TideClan (pending) Warrior"
Personality: Seabreeze has issues with trusting people, leaving him usually the odd one out in many groups. He is paranoid of any type of relationship, whether it be friend or love, will only bring some kind of heartbreak. He's usually apathetic about a lot of things because he believes they're a weakness one will just use against you in the end. He's somewhat of a jerk on the outside, but extremely loyal to those who have gotten close. Tom finds it difficult to accept those new to power/being bossed around unless they have gained his respect.
fjskdlfjkldf
I can't think of anything else to write without it messing with the apathetic personality
xD;
If you want me to write more, I will.
History: Clanborn .. ? xD;
Roleplay Sample:'Tom's fur began to rise a little in fear. He'd never really had any actual fight training. Rushingwind's only battle experience was fighting a spider for it's cobweb while herb-hunting. That 'fight' was easily won when it was squashed under a paw. Mind locked up under the pressure, unable to think of any possible escape route. Body felt has heavy as a boulder. Fight or flight. That was nature's rule. Either fight and die here or run and be killed by something else. How cruel. Rushingwind fell immediately into an almost crouch. Elasticy muscles stood by for their master's orders. Tom attempted to leap out of the charging she-cat's way, even if such a move was successful, he'd probably be killed anyway within a few more moves. I'm not going to die just yet!'
Copypasted from a log D:
Other Characters: None
Other Info: None, yet.
IC Current Name/Future Name: Seabreeze
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Age: 17 Moons
Reference/Summarized Description: www.bestofbreeds.com/cats/siamese/Grand_Champion_Johpas_Red_Ruudi_32a.jpg
Closest picture I could find. e___e;
A white fluffy Tom with a cream back, darker cream mask, paws and tail with sparkling blue eyes.
Detailed Description: Tom's base color was that of a bleached snow white. Back was claimed with a light cream that turned darker as it extended to his tail, paws and nose. Sea blue eyes glittered with curiosity of the world around him. Tom had an almost wed-shaped head and unusually long muzzle due to his part Balinese blood. Built more for speed than power, Seabreeze was an excellent hunter but a horrible fighter.
Furcadia Description: "Seabreeze TideClan (pending) Warrior"
Personality: Seabreeze has issues with trusting people, leaving him usually the odd one out in many groups. He is paranoid of any type of relationship, whether it be friend or love, will only bring some kind of heartbreak. He's usually apathetic about a lot of things because he believes they're a weakness one will just use against you in the end. He's somewhat of a jerk on the outside, but extremely loyal to those who have gotten close. Tom finds it difficult to accept those new to power/being bossed around unless they have gained his respect.
fjskdlfjkldf
I can't think of anything else to write without it messing with the apathetic personality
xD;
If you want me to write more, I will.
History: Clanborn .. ? xD;
Roleplay Sample:'Tom's fur began to rise a little in fear. He'd never really had any actual fight training. Rushingwind's only battle experience was fighting a spider for it's cobweb while herb-hunting. That 'fight' was easily won when it was squashed under a paw. Mind locked up under the pressure, unable to think of any possible escape route. Body felt has heavy as a boulder. Fight or flight. That was nature's rule. Either fight and die here or run and be killed by something else. How cruel. Rushingwind fell immediately into an almost crouch. Elasticy muscles stood by for their master's orders. Tom attempted to leap out of the charging she-cat's way, even if such a move was successful, he'd probably be killed anyway within a few more moves. I'm not going to die just yet!'
Copypasted from a log D:
Other Characters: None
Other Info: None, yet.