Post by ☾ϟnightϟ☽ on Sept 28, 2011 18:03:20 GMT -5
Name:
Seven
Age:
58 moons
Gender:
Male
Clan:
Rogue
Position:
N/A
Description:
Seven is a rather sleek tomcat, having toned muscles under his pelt. His eyes are the color of wine,neither red nor violet, but somewhere comfortably in the middle. The pinpoints of his slit pupils are red dots. His deep espresso shaded stripes extend out from a thin line running down the center of his back, looking almost like a tree branch. Within his muzzle he contains a set of hardened, jagged, pearly white teeth.
Personality:
For as evil that he can be, Seven is a very gentlemanly feline. He is always kind to those who are kind to him, but he can tell when others lie and it automatically breaks any form of trust. Seven likes to indulge on, well, his own kind. He has been practicing cannibalism from a very young age. He finds it better to eat the uncivil and disrespectful. Anything that would help perfect the world, Seven is willing to eat.
Regardless of his default, he is a very cunning and logical feline. He has a sense of wit and knowledge about him that makes him a very intellectually developed creature. He believes that others, unless they prove him otherwise, are dullards, simpletons if you will. He can find reason in everything, and can explain any of his actions in a moment of being questioned. Sometimes they answer will be as simple as: "I felt like it" or "Because, they were incompetent and an embarrassment." Seven is not a forgiving being. Should a cat decide to mess with him, they will be sorry, but he will not even bother to consider the apology as valid.
History:
Within his fifty-eight months of life, comes a very long description of the most exciting events in his life. Not all of his kills or his first time taking part in devouring his own kind, but when he was young. That is where we start, and where the most interesting part of Seven's life is the start.
Seven truly despised both of his parents and finds their time within his life completely useless. At the age of four moons, he decided that he would be better off going it alone. The tom-cat left his parents without a word and they never came looking for him, so he never bothered to go back. He had taught himself all the necessary survival skills such has hunting, lying, hiding, and fighting. He had perfected the art of lying by his eighth month of life and decided that it was to be his ticket to getting everything. Once he had hit the one year mark, Seven decided that normal prey wasn't enough, he wanted to try something more appropriate for his taste.
He wanted to try his own species.
To save you from the gory details, let me just say that he was extraordinarily successful in his plight for feline flesh and from that day on, he only craved more.
He fell in love only once, but she decided that his lifestyle wasn't moral or decent and that she would rather die than be with him. He respected her choice, and although it hurt him to watch her go, he took no action to pursue her. As much as he wanted to, he knew that it was an impossibility for him to convince her that he would change for the better. No, once she was gone, he only increased with his killings for about three or four months thereafter.
Now, at the age of fifty-eight moons, he is still extremely active with his activities. he's just more calculated and careful. The perfect predator who can hunt his own kind.
-->> Seven
Tom | 58 Moons | Tyrian Purple | Espresso | Cannibalistic | Cunning | Brilliant|
[Vix/Mystic/Night]
