Post by sound on May 23, 2008 15:07:51 GMT -5
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THE KID'S A STRAIGHT-UP HUSTLER
!. AUDITION DONE! <the new deputy>[/blockquote]
!!. SOUND! <that's me and pleased to meet you>
!!!. NOTE! <just became active; staying that way>
THE KID'S A STRAIGHT-UP HUSTLER
[/font] TWISTEDSCISSOR!
n a m e ! >
g e n d e r ! >[/size][/font] tom!
a g e ! >[/size][/font] thirty-six moons!
c l a n ! >[/size][/font] cloudclan!
r a n k ! >[/size][/font] audition for DEPUTY!
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BUT THAT'S OKAY, CAUSE I'M STILL FLY!
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a p p e a r e n c e ! >
The colors on this baby will blow the retina. A pelt of the sweetest tangerine singes through any sort of murk with day-glow visibility when Scissor's on the move. Hot-colored and bright, his eyes are an alarming gold to match, set low and hollow on his long face and beaming with the clarity of an LCD screen, an LSD high. Scissor's face is bull-ish and snouty, wide in the nose and hard in the jaw, and his brow is strong and forward. The shadows caught in the trap under his brow, along with a bizarre development of markings cause the area under and around his eyes to be a dark sepia, almost black, creating a stern and fierce mask out of his otherwise amiable expressions. The crown of his head is high, supporting very mobile ears and joins a thick, bovine neck that brings wide planes of muscle to heavily bulked shoulders. His back is wide and short, built high with muscle mass for power, his shoulders and haunches sculpted with finesse beneath the ragged and brilliant orange. The legs that support him are thick and massive as expected, somewhat short for endurance. It is obvious looking at the incredible amounts of bulk on this tom that he is not a speed cat. On the battlefield, Scissor is the heavy artillery, rolling out with the front lines at a slow and devastating hum-- worse yet for the enemy, he just keeps coming. The cat's got his fair share of scars (though none too visible or mentionable) that were accumulated on account of the fact that he just won't stop fighting till you kill him or his leader calls for surrender.
In short, he's a massive tom of an impossibly bright orange, built like a bull and slow like a tank.
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Ah, son, the kid's a straight-up hustler. Work minded and narrow in scope, Twistedscissor is glued to the sentiment that anything can be accomplished with enough effort and time. Converse to this, he is not the most patient of cats and while not exactly hot headed, he has the mindset that efficiency is everything. Lazy apprentices and slow-moving warriors beware-- Scissor will show you how to move. You call that a hunting stride, put yourself to work! Despite the fact that he sharply reprimands and openly scorns any who neglects his or her part in the well-oiled machine of a Clan, he appreciates and rewards work when it is done and is often a talkative and amiable beast. His personality, beyond the work force, is universal and relatively upbeat for a tom of his size and stature. Not being incredibly opinionated (or not incredibly forward with his opinions), he is an easy animal to communicate and coexist with. The low pitched hum of his voice is alight with laughter and he has the raucous persona of the friendly and wise old man, though he is not old himself. He is not largely a philosopher nor a genius tactician but he has a mind that works well in the space and with the tools provided him; he is not one for deliberation but for improvisation and has an incredible knack for pulling through in tight situations. He may not enter a battlefield with a plan, but he'll leave with one, along with all of his comrades intact. He is impeccable at following orders and guidelines, working within the standards set for him, but blind without a goal.
In short, a personable and loudly entertaining tom who can revert to no-nonsense in no time. Good at working with goals and timelines, but not so much the tactician and the thinker as the rock steady coordinator.
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The boy's got a tale, but it ain't hard or different. He was one of three kittens in his parents' third litter and was the same stark orange from the very first day. Even then he was big-boned and awkward, more clumsy than most as he tried to rein in the use of his heavy limbs. Long haired, strong featured and beady eyed he was not an impressive looking youngster and even though his size was mentionable (he was just so big!) they didn't see much in the future for him. Twistedkit was something of a tongue-in-cheek name on the part of his parents, as his poor mother had had to endure birthing a kit who had spun his front and back ends to opposite sides-- they joked as they watched the clumsy kit that he had never quite straightened out.
Oh, but Scissor would once he began to come of age. The indecipherable fluff he had been before slicked out a bit by the time he was made an apprentice, and his thick bones were flushed full of muscle to match. He had grown into his frame and even at that age stalked with the certain power that comes with sheer size. He towered over those in his training groups, and eventually the warriors who mentored him. By the time he became a warrior he had harnessed his stature to a perfect degree and the scissors of his large teeth had become something mentionable in the sparring matches.
It was these scissors from which he drew his warrior name, and that continue to serve him well. His integrity and sturdiness on the battlefield are respected if not farspread and with his in-the-box thinking he is a longshot (but a hopeful one) for Deputy.
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I'M HOOD RICH, DA DA DA!
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p a s s w o r d ! >
poison tears crash down
r e l a t i o n s h i p s ! >[/size][/font]
No BRC relatives. (new character!)
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