Post by Crush on Nov 1, 2011 20:34:55 GMT -5
skyblaze
I WILL SOFTLY PULL AWAY IN THIS
BROKEN BEAUTIFUL MESS I'VE MADE
AND IN THE DEAD QUIET I WILL SLOWLY
FADE IN THIS MASTERPIECE I MADE
name,Skyblaze
age,Thirty eight moons
gender,Male
clan,Stormclan
position,Deputy
appearance,Skyblaze is, no doubt, a rather handsome feline. His coat is long and silky with the layer of shorter fur just underneath it that all Turkish Vans have, and he is most certainly a Turkish Van. :e is built to swim, with his fur slicking water off before it ever gets wet, the longer hair thin enough that it never weighs him down and dries out quickly. This, along with the unusual, slight webbing between each toe makes him a classic example of his breed. His tail is covered in bright orange fur with faint tabby stripes, something the matches the bonnet of color that covers the top of his head and his ears. The bonnet only half covers each eye, with the inner halves of his eyes being surrounded instead but the clean, white fur that coats the rest of his body. He keeps remarkably clean, constantly swimming around in rivers and even the ocean waves.
Of course, there is more to any cat than their fur. His eyes are a medium-dark shade of green-brown and can be considered quite large and expressive. His body, underneath all that fur, is actually quite thin and lithe, at least considering his breed. He is small for a male of his breed, weighing in at only fourteen pounds, usually the weight of a heavy female. He is, however, long, with his full length,including tail, measuring two feet and ten inches, with about half of that being his tail.
personality,acquired taste, Skyblaze can be, and has been, described as an "acquired taste". Unfortunately, this is very much true. His mood shifts and flies around as if he has multiple personalities, though he doesn't. One minute, he'll be calm, cool, collected and civil. The next, he'll be wildly ecstatic and excited, or perhaps even murderous if the moment so strikes him. It's unpredictable at best until you get to know him and his motives, and even then you might be grasping at straws a little bit to figure him out.
sense of humor, He's the kind to tell a joke, usually dry, sarcastic humor, at the wrong time. It isn't that he doesn't recognize it as a bad time, either - it's that he truly doesn't care. Every time is the right time to him, whether you think so or not. This is caused, in part, by a sort of nonchalance about his life. He's a bit flippant about almost everything, and this is where that side of him really, truly shines.
noble, He doesn't hold much regard for any sort of rules, not unless it pleases him at that moment in time, and so he is often being labeled as the bad guy. This isn't always true, mind you. Hidden deep, deep, deep down in his psyche is a truly noble side that would give his life for a close friend or someone he loves. This side, actually, was what turned him into what he is now - not that anyone in the clan knows that. The problem with this is that it shows itself so rarely now, and there is almost always something in it for him when it does. If you're lucky, that something is the thought of your company in the future, though don't count on it. It's probably something much more complicated, like you're a better hunter than he is and you've been feeding him. He thinks of himself first and foremost. If being the good guy will increase the chance of his survival, or the survival of someone he might need to help him in the future, then trust me, he'll be the good guy, no questions asked.
intellectual, You can't deny his brilliance, even if you want to. He earns the title of "genius" with relative ease. He's able to think ridiculously far in the future and plan ahead pretty well, when he wants to. Some presume this is a side effect of being in tune with time as he is, though he'd rather think it's his own intellect that he would have had with or without his power.
actor, He is usually brutally honest, often exaggerating the truth and making it hurt all the more. Don't mistake this for an inability to lie, however - if it suits him, he can lie straight to your face and never blink an eye, with no indication of if he's truthful or not. It drives others crazy that he can sit there and not care whether what he says is truth or not, but the thing is, he does care. He cares about which one will suit his needs better - after all, he's far more important than you will ever be.
vicious temper, For all his supposed self-control, Skyblaze has quite the temper. It might not be displayed all the time, but he isn't exactly hard to piss off. He'll growl and grumble and openly ignore you at first, and this is where you should stop. Those who don't end up in a whirlwind of rage, and clanmate or not, he can and will tear you to shreds. You've been forewarned.
self-depreciating, Modesty is an extreme overstatement when it comes to Skyblaze and how he sees himself - of course, only in his mind. To the outside world, he thinks he's the best thing out there, but trust me. All of it, every last cocky grin, is an act. Nothing more. If he wasn't so hell-bent on keeping this hidden, he would never praise hi self, and in fact would regularly put himself down instead. He would never do so without cause, of course. He won't change the subject to pity his miserable existence; for that is far too much attention being paid to him. He isn't doing this to seek attention, rather he truly believes he is worthless, something that grew from what used to be true and simple modesty.
lonely, He doesn't go seeking friends, nor will he ever be likely to, but that hardly means he wants to be alone and hated by half the clan. His lack of self-confidence leaves him too afraid of being a bother by sharing with others, and his fear leaves him wary of strangers, and as a result he finds himself completely alone even in a crowd of other who are listening to him speak - because it isn't really him speaking at all.
broken, There are glimmers here and there of a better, less oboxious personality, hidden somewhere beneath the dark cloud of sarcasm and ego that seems to hover around him. Whether these things will show ever again or not is debatable, especially as fractured and unpredictable as they are. The clear sign someone, somewhere, broke him and left him to pick up the pieces. He hasn't managed yet, and they aren't fitting together quite the same any more anyway, leaving him struggling for some sense of balance and finding none.
caring, By starclan, he'd hide it to his dying breathe if he could, be deep down, once he decides you're his, you'll never get rid of the guy. Ever. And, yeah, true, he might not always show he cares in a way you can understand, but he tries. When he's trying, that when you can get a glimpse into just how fractured apart this poor feline is, for he'll find himself at a loss for words or overcompensating for something that he knows he's lacking in. If you're "his," you deserve the best. Far better than he knows how to give - in his opinion.
potentially suicidal, Don't get me wrong - he's not about to go drown himself in the ocean on purpose. As such, he isn't truly suicidal. Nor is he crazy, as proven by his clear and concise judgments. However, his lack of regard for his own life has caused him to be considered both crazy and suicidal. If faced with a whole clan, he will gladly stand up to them on his own to save another. It is his twisted form of trying to prove to himself he's worth something - and he definitely believes his death is better than yours.
history,In general, he was hardly an unusual kit. He was born to a pair of loners, Sophia and Thomas, along with two other kits, Jezebelle and Carter. He, in turn, was named Michael. Perhaps not the most unique names, but they served their purpose. He grew quickly, as all kits seem to do, learning to play and hunt and fight as best one could. By twelve moons, he had left the area in which his parents and siblings resided - he wanted adventure, and lots of it.
Interesting tales would, indeed, find him - though not nearly as many as he leads you to believe. The most life-altering, perhaps, and the one he tell none about, was meeting Seraphim. She was, as her name suggested, an angel - at least to him. But things were not as they seemed. She reeled him in, like a fish on a hook. By fifteen moons, he thought they were both in love.
He was wrong.
For the first time she took him back to where she slept, and he was, naturally, excited to see what sort of place she lived in. She had told him of its grandeur, of its plentiful food - the reasons she kept it hidden, making sure she could trust him, you see. Except, it wasn't grand at all. When he arrived, he was overpowered and shoved down into a pit filled with fearful, bloodied cats; other captives. For, it seemed, Seraphim was not an angel or a loner at all, but a rogue in a group who tortured and fought cats smaller than them for fun.
For five moons he suffered battle upon battle, fighting for so much as a scrap of food, or a drop of water. Unlike some, he was never so desperate to resort to cannibalizing the fallen. Then again, he was one of the better fighters, and those that won for a whole day got fed a small, skinny mouse. It sickened him, but he consoled himself with the thought that the last battle of every day was against a rogue, not one of the captured.
Except one day, screeching woke him up from his nervous half-sleep. Pounding of feet - two feet, not four - left his disoriented and confused, but as soon as two hands scooped him up, the fight was back. He scratched, clawed and bit until he fall to the ground and he ran. He found a private, hidden spot to hole up and lick his wounds. It was not until the fur had mostly grown back that he knew living on his own was no longer an option. He jumped at every shadow and sound. So, he went looking and stumbled upon Stormclan.
They were hesitant to take him in at first, but they did. Some have regretted it ever since, what with the act he puts on whenever he's not alone. When he is, however, he is still ultra-aware, jumping at anything and everything, his instant reaction to fight to the death. Nonetheless, he gave them no name when he came to the camp - he let them name him what they would. Skypaw, for the white of his coat and the white clouds that predominated that day.
The day he earned his warrior name was the day he proved himself loyal to most - for he rescued three escaped kits from a burning fire, only to make it back to camp and warn the rest of the clan, then head back towards the flames when there were more voices calling for help. Since, he has proven himself despite his attitude, earning himself the title of deputy - something he knows he does not deserve.
