Post by Hawkstrike on Dec 6, 2012 18:30:15 GMT -5
Hawkstrike
Warrior
THE BASICSDon't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums~ Pet, A Perfect Circle
NAME,His name is Hawkstrike.
GENDER,Hawkstrike is a Tom.
AGE,Hawkstrike is 17 moons old.
POSITION,Hawkstrike is a warrior of Riverclan.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,Hawkstrike is a large short-haired dark brown tabby tom with icy blue eyes and large paws.APPEARANCE,Hawkstrike has a large build. For a tom his age, he is bigger than most of the older warriors. He has wide shoulders and large paws, holding long curved claws. His fur is dark brown and he has darker brown, almost black, stripes streaking evenly down his pelt. His pelt is short-furred, but becomes much thicker during Leaf Bare so give him a lot of resistance to the cold. Like most Riverclan cats, his fur is glossy and water-resistant. This helps keep out the cold when swimming, and puts him at a great advantage when surprising an enemy. His eyes are a light icy blue color, and are often filled with mockery or judgement. They stand out dramatically against his dark pelt. Because he tends to not show any feelings, his eyes do most of the work. His tone may be light and happy, but his eyes will show his internal rage. Those closest to him always tend to watch his eyes. His nose is a beige color, and his whiskers are white. His legs are not exactly long, but he is tall nonetheless. His pelt hides many muscles. It is safe to say that this tom is like a surprise attack waiting to happen. If he wanted to, he could easily pounce on another cat and overpower them with his strength. Even the strongest warriors in Riverclan find it a challenge to train with him. Because the tom mostly trains alone, he has taught himself some moves that none of the other cats know. These will one day make for a nasty surprise during a battle.
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THE TRAITSPay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fluff about you, like I do.
Just stay with me, safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep~ Pet, A Perfect Circle
PERSONALITY,Overall, Hawkstrike is ambitious and demanding. He has changed much since his apprentice days, when he wanted to be the center of attention. Now the thought of this makes him angry. He has a way with words, and this skill can almost always make someone do what he wants them to do. He has a very short temper, but since his younger moons he has learned to control it. Instead of exploding in anger like he normally would, he hides his temper with sly, cold remarks. The tom's face is almost always set in a frown or smirk. Not many have seen him smile since he was a young kit. Hawkstrike does not usually see others in his clan as "equals." He knows that he was born a rogue, and the fact has been used against him many times in his life. He usually only listens to the senior warriors and higher-ups, the leader and deputy. Making Riverclan the best clan in the forest was once his most sought-after ambition, but now his heart has turned dark. He seeks revenge. Revenge against the father that he had never met. Nothing would please him more than to rip the throat out of the mangy flea-pelt. Failure is not an option to this tom. He hones his fighting skills every day, practicing them until he is utterly exhausted. Hawkstrike's revenge has consumed him, so much to the fact that he hardly even talks to his clanmates anymore. Consumed in his own hatred, he has begun to neglect his warrior duties and spends more time training than anything else. However, no cat has had the courage to confront him about this. It's obvious that the tom has changed in the very short amount of time. Hawkstrike has never been good at hunting, because he is much too impatient. However, he has gotten a little better recently.
LIKES,
- Swimming
- Honing his fighting skills
- Taking walks
DISLIKES,
- Whiny kits
- Most of the warrior code
- Weaklings
FEARS,
- Losing in battle
- Dying
- Failing in getting revenge on his father
FLAWS,
- Cold and unforgiving
- Hardly shows any emotion (it makes others confused)
- Bad at hunting
THE HISTORYLay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums~ Pet, A Perfect Circle
FAMILY
- MOTHER: Rain - Small light grey she-cat with light blue eyes. Rogue. Deceased.
- FATHER: Fang - Very large dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes. Rogue. No one knows whether he is alive or not.
- SIBLING(S): Feather(insert suffix here xD) - Small, beautiful silver spotted she-cat with piercing blue eyes.
HISTORY,On a cloudy cold day, Hawkstrike and his sister were born to two rogues. The two had kits together without much thought. His father, named Fang, was a very large dark brown tabby tom who Hawkstrike looks almost exactly alike. His mother was a small grey she-cat named Rain, who had fallen in love with Fang's authority and strength over the other rogues. Once the large tabby had found out that Rain was going to have his kits, he left the poor pregnant she-cat to fend for herself. You see, he was a very selfish and cruel tom. He wanted nothing to do with a mate and kits. Rain was very heartbroken and depressed, but still managed to make it through that very harsh Leaf Bare. She had her kits in early New Leaf, when it was still rather cold out but the snow was slowly melting. The firstborn was a tom, almost identical to his father, and the second kit was a she-cat with very beautiful silver spotted fur. The kits were healthy, but Rain was not. She was very tired and weak, and she had lost a lot of blood. Knowing that she didn't have much time left, the grey she-cat brought her kits close to the Riverclan camp, knowing that the strange cats there would take care of her helpless kits. Rain died snuggled against her precious kits, giving the last of her warmth to the poor tiny scraps of fur. By the time a Riverclan patrol had found the small pitiful family, it was too late. The she-cat had died saving her kits. The patrol buried Rain's body and took the two kits into their camp, giving them to a queen who had recently lost a couple of her newborn kits due to illness. The queen raised the two kits like her own, but knew that one day she would have to tell them that they weren't really clanborn.
Once the two kits became apprentices, their adoptive mother told them the truth about where they came from. Upon hearing that he wasn't clanborn, Hawkpaw was furious. Not furious at his clan or his adoptive mother, but instead with the father he had never met before. He couldn't seem to understand how his father had left his mother to fend for herself, and because of it she had died. It was then that his goal came into view. He wanted revenge. Revenge against his cruel father. The kind, happy kit he was before seemed to vanish from existence. His rage seemed to consume him completely, and as the moons of his apprenticeship passed he grew farther and farther apart from his sister. His training went very well, and his mentor trained him the best that he could. Soon it was clear that the young cat, who still hid his emotions from the clan, was ready to become a warrior. With his sister by his side, Hawkpaw became known as Hawkstrike.
Hawkstrike has only been a warrior for a short amount of time. However, his goals are still the same. He plans to one day go out in search of his sorry excuse for a father. He has recently become more cunning and thoughtful, and will stop at nothing to get his revenge.
THE OOCI'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself~ Pet, A Perfect Circle
OOC NAME,You can call me Night.
AGE,I am 18!! years old.
EXPERIENCE,I have been roleplaying for about 6 years.
SECRET WORD,The secret word is WORD.
OTHER CHARACTERS,I also play Nightfeather and Stormstar.
RP SAMPLE,