Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 7, 2008 20:16:19 GMT -5
Name: Grimm
Clan: New ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Age: 33 Moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Grimm has a very lithe build and long legs, but despite this he is very muscular. He has stunning blue eyes that are quite bright and very eye-catching. His pelt is golden with black rosettes, the markings becoming more solid the nearer they are to his head. His underbelly, throat, the lower part of is flanks, and the outer surface of his legs are white. Grimm has unusually large canines and a set of black claws to match them. His pelt and markings are very similar to that of a jaguar.
Personality: Grimm appears to be quite laid-back at first glance, but his scruffy exterior hides an impulsive, extremely violent personality with a lethally short temper. He is blunt, vulgar, and quite sadistic, revealing a psychotic smile when excited. Grimm has no respect for authority and says whatever is on his mind, whether it is suitable or not. He also does not have reverence for any she-cat and discriminates upon them constantly. He is a very potential fighter and has been in a number of brawls throughout his life. Regardless of his behavior, Grimm wouldn’t fight a cat that could not attack him in return. And despite his aggression and obvious bloodlust in battle he possesses a feral cunning and has a knack for quickly taking advantage of any opening his opponent reveals. Like any normal fighter, he does begin to weaken after any drawn out amount of time in a fight.
IC: The spotted tom stalked through Clan territory, their scent thickening the air around him. He didn’t like their smell one bit, it made vomit crawl up his throat, it was disgusting how similar every single one of those cats were. His blue gaze darted around his surroundings, making sure any lowly Clan cats weren’t pursuing him before slipping to the bank of the stream he had come by. Grimm dipped his skull down and lapped up the chilly water, the cold liquid most refreshing, as he had been traveling for quite a long time. The reeds to his left flattened suddenly and he snapped his head up, facing two sets of angry stares. The two cats began yowling for him to leave the territory and the like, but he just scoffed loudly. Shut up! He snarled and turned his muscular form towards the she-cats. If you want me out so bad than come and get some. Grimm challenged, smiling.
Code: Blood
Clan: New ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Age: 33 Moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Grimm has a very lithe build and long legs, but despite this he is very muscular. He has stunning blue eyes that are quite bright and very eye-catching. His pelt is golden with black rosettes, the markings becoming more solid the nearer they are to his head. His underbelly, throat, the lower part of is flanks, and the outer surface of his legs are white. Grimm has unusually large canines and a set of black claws to match them. His pelt and markings are very similar to that of a jaguar.
Personality: Grimm appears to be quite laid-back at first glance, but his scruffy exterior hides an impulsive, extremely violent personality with a lethally short temper. He is blunt, vulgar, and quite sadistic, revealing a psychotic smile when excited. Grimm has no respect for authority and says whatever is on his mind, whether it is suitable or not. He also does not have reverence for any she-cat and discriminates upon them constantly. He is a very potential fighter and has been in a number of brawls throughout his life. Regardless of his behavior, Grimm wouldn’t fight a cat that could not attack him in return. And despite his aggression and obvious bloodlust in battle he possesses a feral cunning and has a knack for quickly taking advantage of any opening his opponent reveals. Like any normal fighter, he does begin to weaken after any drawn out amount of time in a fight.
IC: The spotted tom stalked through Clan territory, their scent thickening the air around him. He didn’t like their smell one bit, it made vomit crawl up his throat, it was disgusting how similar every single one of those cats were. His blue gaze darted around his surroundings, making sure any lowly Clan cats weren’t pursuing him before slipping to the bank of the stream he had come by. Grimm dipped his skull down and lapped up the chilly water, the cold liquid most refreshing, as he had been traveling for quite a long time. The reeds to his left flattened suddenly and he snapped his head up, facing two sets of angry stares. The two cats began yowling for him to leave the territory and the like, but he just scoffed loudly. Shut up! He snarled and turned his muscular form towards the she-cats. If you want me out so bad than come and get some. Grimm challenged, smiling.
Code: Blood