Post by arcticrose on Feb 24, 2011 0:37:53 GMT -5
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Full Name: Red
Nickname(s): -NA-
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Species: Cat
Breed(s): -NA-
Other: -NA-
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Red is your averaged sized cat with just about the same markings as any normal cat. He is more lean than bulky, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to pack a wallop. This kitty-cat has an all white coat with black patches on his head, back and tail. His nose is a light pink color that blends in nicely with the rest of his fluffy white fur. Red has dull yellow-gold colored eyes that match the bell he wears around his neck. Long, white spider like whiskers hang from his face, his teeth are semi-decent (as in kind of white-ish?), and his fur tends to stick out in all directions when not licked properly.
MIND,
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There are only three things that Red wants or cares about at this point in time. One: World domination, Two: World domination, and Three: World domination and enslaving the entire pooch race. Red is one of those cats that is pent up on owning everything and creating as much power for himself as possible. He hates all dogs or dog like creatures and will stop at nothing to cause them trouble, too. Red isn't really the family man and would much rather see other felines as either property, if they are female, allies, if they are loyal and useful, or as a waste of his time, as in everyone else. Whenever he gets the chance, Red is always some sort of plot forming in his head to takeover the world or at least some sort of territory to name his own. He is one of those cats who only shows respect to those who earn it or deserve it, and will act boorishly towards those who think they deserve something they don't. When it comes to cubs/kittens, Red finds that they need to be trained to be the best next generation (or warriors serving under him to be more precise) as possible. Red also believes in having many children, but for the same reason as stated above (as his lackeys/warriors/etc).
SOUL.
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Red came from a far off place with a funny name that, if spoken, would surely be mispronounced. He had been traveling with his father since he was a kitten, trying to learn the ways of a rogue cat. He had never taken it quite seriously until the day his father died. After the usual hunt, one that was quite rewarding in fact, Red and his father stopped by a stream to clean up and eat their meal. Without warning they were attacked by a lone dog looking for some lunch. To save his son from death, Red's father pushed him into the stream along with the bell that ran around his neck and tried to fight off the dog all alone. Red then floated from the stream out into the ocean where he ended up on the shores of this strange new land. A few years passed and now he wants to control everything and anything in his path for his father's sake as well as his own. Not to mention those mangy mutts need to get whacked down off their high perches.
Your Name: Rose (also known as Arctic)
Joining Password: nylassi, maybe?
Where did you find us?: Issalyn found me. xD
RP Example: [Character from a different Rp site]
This kid was dead. There were no other options. Just because he had been away... family problems with his stupid son, of course, did not mean that some snot-nosed brat had the right to come right in and take what clearly had 'property of Rodeo' written all down the front of it and all over the back too, but that was irrelevant. That land was his. Now, forever, and always. He would sooner chew off his own leg and swallow it whole before he ever gave up his lands to some half-brained moron who thought he could play leader when the only thing he was capable of was whimpering in a corner. Age and experience was on Rodeo's side so there was no possible way he could lose. If anything, losing to Mars was a good thing since he was now able to gain some tactics on how to murder another stallion that was half his age. Which was what it was down to... murder. If this wimpy kid didn't back down than Rodeo would just kill him or at least try to anyway.
Rodeo paced the dusty grounds snorting with fury and rage. Good-bye to all the sense he had before, anger was all that was left. The more he paced the more he thought about how he was going to kill the kid. Although... maybe killing him was taking the easy way out? Yes, dying was too easy, but living on the other hand, took courage. Just think how much courage it would take for this kid to live through torture after torture personally given by Rodeo. Poor stallion just didn't know what he had gotten himself into by messing with this lead stag and in Rodeo's eyes that's what he still was. A lead stallion. He still had to protect his mares, his home land, and his title. Otherwise he would end up just like... like... his son.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He called cooing and screeching as though he were being controlled by the devil himself, "I hear you like games, kid... Well why not come out and play with the big bad wolf! I'm sure you won't get mangled too badly, but I can't say I make any promises."
If you hadn't known any better you would have said he was mad. Not just angry mad, but crazy mad. A bolt or two was loose in that head of his and kept coming undone by that good-for-nothing son of his. Why was he forced into this crappy life only to get knocked down over and over again? Was it supposed to be a sign saying 'well you lived long enough so why not let the next generation make some screw-ups'? No, that would not cut it. Rodeo was not down and out yet. He was as strong as he ever was, plus or minus a few minor set-backs like that blizzard that went on that sort of maybe messed with his health and his mind a bit, but that was nothing to worry about, right? Poor kid just didn't know what can of worms he just opened up.[/size][/center][/sub][/blockquote][/color][/blockquote]
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