Post by wynnyelle on Feb 15, 2008 19:09:07 GMT -5
I apologise if this game is already chock full of psychotic killers. Really, if it is, I might retract this character since I like my characters to have at least something unique about them. Just to allay any fears you might have, I do not intend to use this or any other character to powerplay or otherwise do anything to harm other characters against their players' wishes. I do however intend to use him to generate some more action in my plotlines. I am not sure when or where I will introduce him, but I do know I will!
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Slickfur
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] none
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Loner/drifter
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 38 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Slickfur was named for his short, close-lying fur, which is patterned in 'classic' swirls and blotches, black on a light grey background as he is a silver classic tabby. He has a round moon face, equally round eyes and a strong, stout body. He is blessed with a dexterity that belies his heavy build. Weight: 11 pounds
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
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[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Slickfur is a silver classic tabby like his father, Slyswipe, was before him. His mother was a petite tabby-and-white she-cat who left the kittypet life she was born into when she came into her first heat. All was well for the little family until Slyswipe disappeared. Shortly thereafter, Slick's littermates were killed off by a predator leaving Slick with a lasting hatred of his father, whom he thinks outright abandoned them.
As he grew up into early tomhood, what had begun as inklings of disturbed behavour soon ballooned into a full psychosis. Slickfur was first drawn to, then quickly addicted to the rush he got whenever he took another cat's life. It became a lifestyle for him as he moved from one place to another, killing any cat he found alone whom he assessed would be an easy enough victim. It continues to this present day as Slickfur travels from population centre to population centre. He gets the greatest rush from overpowering a stronger victim, but often settles for what he can most easily take: younger kittens. Female or male, any breed, it does not matter to him as long as he cuts a life short.
He usually kills by sneaking up on his victims, leaping their backs and slashing or biting to sever their jugular. They usually die by quickly bleeding to death.
If anyone happens to meet Slickfur, he will do anything he can to cover up who he is. This usually means giving out a fake name and places of origin. Slickfur is uneasy in conversation and has difficulty interacting normally with others. If confronted with a fight, he will run. He is a coward. The only cat he has cared for for any length of time is his mother, who spends most of her time depressed and high on catnip.
His destructive patterns of behaviour completely control him, but Slickfur feels no remorse for what he does. He has convinced himself that since cats are natural killers, he is the ultimate cat. He lives under the delusion that he is either doing Starclan's work or that the "Starclan Lord" is whispering to him what to do and is working through him. Also calls him "Starlord." He often takes his own dreams for instructions.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] Slickfur ran his tonguetip along the front teeth of his closed mouth as he hunkered down in the shadows and watched the kittens playing not far away. He had rolled in mud to disguise his scent, but still took care to keep downwind of them. He was just waiting for one of them to wander from safety, and find itself alone. While he watched, one of the kittens dashed off into the woods. Slickfur felt a thrill rush through him. Keeping hidden, he dashed into the forest, looking to loop around and be the next thing that the kit ran into.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
blood {lots of it}
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Slickfur
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] none
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Loner/drifter
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 38 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Slickfur was named for his short, close-lying fur, which is patterned in 'classic' swirls and blotches, black on a light grey background as he is a silver classic tabby. He has a round moon face, equally round eyes and a strong, stout body. He is blessed with a dexterity that belies his heavy build. Weight: 11 pounds
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[a href="
"][/a][glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Slickfur is a silver classic tabby like his father, Slyswipe, was before him. His mother was a petite tabby-and-white she-cat who left the kittypet life she was born into when she came into her first heat. All was well for the little family until Slyswipe disappeared. Shortly thereafter, Slick's littermates were killed off by a predator leaving Slick with a lasting hatred of his father, whom he thinks outright abandoned them.
As he grew up into early tomhood, what had begun as inklings of disturbed behavour soon ballooned into a full psychosis. Slickfur was first drawn to, then quickly addicted to the rush he got whenever he took another cat's life. It became a lifestyle for him as he moved from one place to another, killing any cat he found alone whom he assessed would be an easy enough victim. It continues to this present day as Slickfur travels from population centre to population centre. He gets the greatest rush from overpowering a stronger victim, but often settles for what he can most easily take: younger kittens. Female or male, any breed, it does not matter to him as long as he cuts a life short.
He usually kills by sneaking up on his victims, leaping their backs and slashing or biting to sever their jugular. They usually die by quickly bleeding to death.
If anyone happens to meet Slickfur, he will do anything he can to cover up who he is. This usually means giving out a fake name and places of origin. Slickfur is uneasy in conversation and has difficulty interacting normally with others. If confronted with a fight, he will run. He is a coward. The only cat he has cared for for any length of time is his mother, who spends most of her time depressed and high on catnip.
His destructive patterns of behaviour completely control him, but Slickfur feels no remorse for what he does. He has convinced himself that since cats are natural killers, he is the ultimate cat. He lives under the delusion that he is either doing Starclan's work or that the "Starclan Lord" is whispering to him what to do and is working through him. Also calls him "Starlord." He often takes his own dreams for instructions.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] Slickfur ran his tonguetip along the front teeth of his closed mouth as he hunkered down in the shadows and watched the kittens playing not far away. He had rolled in mud to disguise his scent, but still took care to keep downwind of them. He was just waiting for one of them to wander from safety, and find itself alone. While he watched, one of the kittens dashed off into the woods. Slickfur felt a thrill rush through him. Keeping hidden, he dashed into the forest, looking to loop around and be the next thing that the kit ran into.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
blood {lots of it}
