Post by ʜᴇɪɢᴜᴜʟ on May 1, 2015 19:55:05 GMT -5
Name: Brackentail
Sex: Tom
Age: Seven Years, Four Months / Eighty-Eight Moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Elder
Eye Colour: Olive [Green]
Reference: Body
Reginald, or 'Brackentail', is a dim tawny-color classical tabby, with hints of red around his face and body, and a dim vanilla chin. His stripes are a coal black, along with his tail tip. He has a tan brown nose, and vanilla-creme ear fur.
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Agility: 4
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality: Brackentail is a fairly friendly tomcat, always trying to find the light in the dark. However, sometimes her can become paranoid, and fly off to comfort himself. He has a tendency to wonder around during the midnight hours, having a high vigil, and is protective of his clan. But he also has a high fear of water, and prefers to hunt and be alone at random tendencies.
History: Before he became Bracken the Elder, he was Reginald the House-Cat, owned by a human named Zachary. He was bought from an old lady at the age of seven weeks, and Zach immediately fell in love with his kitten. The man raised the cat to be protective of his owner, and to keep mice out of the home as well. Before he joined Windclan, a fire struck the home of Reginald, and he escaped. However, Zach wasn't so lucky, and had to go to the hospital for third-degree burns. Reginald had been with his adopted brother, Finn, but he had been killed by a Red Fox, and Reginald continued on, grieving his brother's death. A day later, the tawny tomcat stumbled upon another cat, and wanted to ask for help. When he approached the stranger, it greeted him with a sly smile. The stranger explained who they were, and that their name was 'Willowtail'. She led him to the WindClan territories, and told their elder leader, 'Wildstar'. Reginald asked WildStar if he could join, and he took on a series of tests, determining if he was worthy. Wildstar came to the conclusion he was, and was deemed Brackentail, warrior of Windclan, due to his tawny pelt. Now Brackentail, he became a fairly good warrior, and was a fine hunter. Sadly, Braken twisted his paw on a hunt one day, and a small wound opened, paralyzing his paw and causing moderate pain with pressure. He soon retired, and continued on as Brackentail the Elder for the rest of his remaining days.
Heritage: Missy - Female - Eleven Years, Six Months - Unknown Condition - Mother - Body
Knight - Male - Ten Years, Four Months - Unknown Condition - Father - Body
Finn - Male - Five Years, Eight Months - Deceased - Adopted Sibling - Body
Role-Play Example: "Oh, hey Dillon. I didn't see you come in." Zach said, glugging down his drink in the soda can. After a few minutes of waiting, Zach finally gave up on Lilliana, and occupied himself by washing down the counter. "So.. anything new?" Zach said, trying to pick up some conversation with the doe. His sly eyes darted around the building, picking up many sounds as well. The bar entrance door slammed opened as Angeline entered. The pungent smell of beer and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils as she closed the door. "Eugh, not a very plesent place." The hyaena said, fanning around her nose. Zach's head pinpointed to the startling sound of the door, and noticed his sister.
"Angie, what are you doing here?" Zach asked her, and Angie replied with a smile. "I thought I'd come down and see my bro at his job." Angeline walked behind the counter, and gave her brother a hug. "So what do you do here anyway?" she said, looking around the joint. "Eh, not much. I basically just scrub the countertops and bill people." Zach responded. "Sounds boring." Angie giggled, and noticed the doe a few feet from him. "Oh.. I think I know what's going on here." Angie pulled closer to Zach, and whispered in his ear, "I think she's in love with you." Zach was surprised at this, as the two barely knew each other. "If we were dating, I would've told you by now." Zach muttered softly, and began to scrub the counter abrasively.
[From another RP.]
Referral : Valedor (Lioden)
Sex: Tom
Age: Seven Years, Four Months / Eighty-Eight Moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Elder
Eye Colour: Olive [Green]
Reference: Body
Reginald, or 'Brackentail', is a dim tawny-color classical tabby, with hints of red around his face and body, and a dim vanilla chin. His stripes are a coal black, along with his tail tip. He has a tan brown nose, and vanilla-creme ear fur.
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Agility: 4
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality: Brackentail is a fairly friendly tomcat, always trying to find the light in the dark. However, sometimes her can become paranoid, and fly off to comfort himself. He has a tendency to wonder around during the midnight hours, having a high vigil, and is protective of his clan. But he also has a high fear of water, and prefers to hunt and be alone at random tendencies.
History: Before he became Bracken the Elder, he was Reginald the House-Cat, owned by a human named Zachary. He was bought from an old lady at the age of seven weeks, and Zach immediately fell in love with his kitten. The man raised the cat to be protective of his owner, and to keep mice out of the home as well. Before he joined Windclan, a fire struck the home of Reginald, and he escaped. However, Zach wasn't so lucky, and had to go to the hospital for third-degree burns. Reginald had been with his adopted brother, Finn, but he had been killed by a Red Fox, and Reginald continued on, grieving his brother's death. A day later, the tawny tomcat stumbled upon another cat, and wanted to ask for help. When he approached the stranger, it greeted him with a sly smile. The stranger explained who they were, and that their name was 'Willowtail'. She led him to the WindClan territories, and told their elder leader, 'Wildstar'. Reginald asked WildStar if he could join, and he took on a series of tests, determining if he was worthy. Wildstar came to the conclusion he was, and was deemed Brackentail, warrior of Windclan, due to his tawny pelt. Now Brackentail, he became a fairly good warrior, and was a fine hunter. Sadly, Braken twisted his paw on a hunt one day, and a small wound opened, paralyzing his paw and causing moderate pain with pressure. He soon retired, and continued on as Brackentail the Elder for the rest of his remaining days.
Heritage: Missy - Female - Eleven Years, Six Months - Unknown Condition - Mother - Body
Knight - Male - Ten Years, Four Months - Unknown Condition - Father - Body
Finn - Male - Five Years, Eight Months - Deceased - Adopted Sibling - Body
Role-Play Example: "Oh, hey Dillon. I didn't see you come in." Zach said, glugging down his drink in the soda can. After a few minutes of waiting, Zach finally gave up on Lilliana, and occupied himself by washing down the counter. "So.. anything new?" Zach said, trying to pick up some conversation with the doe. His sly eyes darted around the building, picking up many sounds as well. The bar entrance door slammed opened as Angeline entered. The pungent smell of beer and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils as she closed the door. "Eugh, not a very plesent place." The hyaena said, fanning around her nose. Zach's head pinpointed to the startling sound of the door, and noticed his sister.
"Angie, what are you doing here?" Zach asked her, and Angie replied with a smile. "I thought I'd come down and see my bro at his job." Angeline walked behind the counter, and gave her brother a hug. "So what do you do here anyway?" she said, looking around the joint. "Eh, not much. I basically just scrub the countertops and bill people." Zach responded. "Sounds boring." Angie giggled, and noticed the doe a few feet from him. "Oh.. I think I know what's going on here." Angie pulled closer to Zach, and whispered in his ear, "I think she's in love with you." Zach was surprised at this, as the two barely knew each other. "If we were dating, I would've told you by now." Zach muttered softly, and began to scrub the counter abrasively.
[From another RP.]
Referral : Valedor (Lioden)