Post by Dapple of Sun through leaves on Dec 4, 2006 19:48:30 GMT -5
Name: Dapple of sun through leaves (Responds to Dapple, Sun, and once in a while Leaf (but she may swat the person who calls her that))
Gender: she-cat
Age: 12 seasons
Tribe: Tribe of Owls
Rank: camp-guard
Appearance: She a mix breed so she's deffinatly a myriad of colors. Her underbelly and most of her legs are white, she also has what is most acuratly described as the bottom half of a ski mask marking on her face, also white. Ther rest of her body is a mix of different browns varying from light brown to brownish-gray. Where ever there is a base coat of brown she has darker brown tabby markings. Here eyes are a tranquil green most the times but when she get agry they look more like small raging seas.
Personality: Dappleback is generally very calm and laid back, until you approach her. She likes to just sit back and watch whats going on, throwing in her two cents everyonce and again. she may seem nice from afar but its very hard to get to know this cat because as soon as you approach her she's about as nice as a rabid badger. She may tolerate you for a while but get to close she'll knock you for a loop. Dispite her rough exterior though she can be very thoughtful and often comes up with ideas that no one else thinks of, although as said earlier she only actually speaks her mind if she is asked or sometimes she'll just throw it in at random. She likes speaking at meetings the most because they tend to be more organized and more ideas are needed then.
History: Her parents were unimportant strays, not really a story anyone would care to hear about or that she would care to explain. When she was just over two years old she was wandering an outdoor fair and found an electrical chord that smeeled fantastic, the vender must have spilled something on it. Unfortunatly there was also the slightest bit of the insulating ruber missing from the chords and when she bit the chord the electricity surged into her and cause her to contract all her muscles, jaw clamped down ont he wire its a miricale she even survived. Luckily the venddor was a caring fellow and even went as far as to give the cat mouth-to-mouth to save her life. After a traumatic experience like that she spent a few days in a twolegged vet's office and decided she didnt like it there at all, and a few more weeks pent up int he vendors house. As soon as she had her strength back she ran, though of course she had to leave a bird on his back door step as a thanks for saving her. Ever sicne her incident she's the slightest bit hard of sight, and a little bit friendlier as to where she might hold a short conversation before snapping at someone. She doesn't remember much at al of her life before the electrocution.
Roleplay Example: ~I'll fill this out if I have to but I dont think I do...
Picture:
Other: Not at the moment.
Gender: she-cat
Age: 12 seasons
Tribe: Tribe of Owls
Rank: camp-guard
Appearance: She a mix breed so she's deffinatly a myriad of colors. Her underbelly and most of her legs are white, she also has what is most acuratly described as the bottom half of a ski mask marking on her face, also white. Ther rest of her body is a mix of different browns varying from light brown to brownish-gray. Where ever there is a base coat of brown she has darker brown tabby markings. Here eyes are a tranquil green most the times but when she get agry they look more like small raging seas.
Personality: Dappleback is generally very calm and laid back, until you approach her. She likes to just sit back and watch whats going on, throwing in her two cents everyonce and again. she may seem nice from afar but its very hard to get to know this cat because as soon as you approach her she's about as nice as a rabid badger. She may tolerate you for a while but get to close she'll knock you for a loop. Dispite her rough exterior though she can be very thoughtful and often comes up with ideas that no one else thinks of, although as said earlier she only actually speaks her mind if she is asked or sometimes she'll just throw it in at random. She likes speaking at meetings the most because they tend to be more organized and more ideas are needed then.
History: Her parents were unimportant strays, not really a story anyone would care to hear about or that she would care to explain. When she was just over two years old she was wandering an outdoor fair and found an electrical chord that smeeled fantastic, the vender must have spilled something on it. Unfortunatly there was also the slightest bit of the insulating ruber missing from the chords and when she bit the chord the electricity surged into her and cause her to contract all her muscles, jaw clamped down ont he wire its a miricale she even survived. Luckily the venddor was a caring fellow and even went as far as to give the cat mouth-to-mouth to save her life. After a traumatic experience like that she spent a few days in a twolegged vet's office and decided she didnt like it there at all, and a few more weeks pent up int he vendors house. As soon as she had her strength back she ran, though of course she had to leave a bird on his back door step as a thanks for saving her. Ever sicne her incident she's the slightest bit hard of sight, and a little bit friendlier as to where she might hold a short conversation before snapping at someone. She doesn't remember much at al of her life before the electrocution.
Roleplay Example: ~I'll fill this out if I have to but I dont think I do...
Picture:
Other: Not at the moment.
