Character Name: Crownjewel
Character Age: 14 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Crownjewel is a slender built she-cat, with some muscle on her medium thick fur. She had a hazy silver pelt, as if her pelt had a different color, but had washed off somehow. Her pelt was striped black and grey, mostly bland and dark colors. She was sort of small for a warrior, not too small, but small enough to be mistaken as one of the older apprentices. Though she looked bland, she had the most exotic eyes. They were mainly purple, while hints of gold, silver, blue and white litter in her eyes.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Quiet she always was, even as a little kit, only sometimes she would speak. She did not play with other kits, nor did she do anything much than hone her skills during her apprenticeship and now a warrior. All she thought was hinging the clan nothing short of perfection, as her sister did, but she wanted to give them more. No matter what she did, she would strive for perfection, and would take much more time doing tasks, until she could perfect it. Always she would either patrol all day or hunt until she would tire to the point of exhaustion, and she wouldn't even dare touch the prey she had caught herself, until everyone in the clan had eaten as she tends to worry over the smallest of things. The she-cat was always straight-faced, her tone tight and dull if she ever spoke. She did not easily fall head over heels with the slightest line, unlike other she-cats who jump right into a relationship, only to end up broken-hearted. She excluded herself from others, just as she did with her family due to training and such, always the wallflower and the loner at most occasions. Even if she seemed to not care a thing for what anyone thought of her, she would sometimes show a hint of emotion, before being replaced. She doesn't show it much but she tends to play around like a kit, just because she never had the chance as a kit. No one has ever seen her smile, and probably no one will as not much brings her joy nowadays.
---Likes (at least 3): Perfecting skills, Sitting by the lake, Serene places
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Crowds, Being pinned down, losing
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Swiftness and agility for hunting, Keen nose, Able to swim
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Hiding emotions, Reminded of older sister, Compared to someone else
History (8 or more sentences): All her life she wondered where she got her name, and was complimented a lot about it. When she was apprenticed, she finally knew the whole truth. She was named after her perfect and older sister, whom passed away. Everyone expected her to have her sister's skills, which her sister perfected, and her sister was always the favorite. Now she knew why she was spoiled as a kit. She looked like her sister, but no way she acted like her. They were twins but they would probably not agree on everything at all. Because of this, she strived for perfection, hoping to exceed her sister. She wanted to be remebered for other things, not the twin of her sister. The only thing she ever outshined her sister in was swimmingly which was not much of a big deal as no one in the clan really would use that type of skill.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Another day, another chance to prove herself.
That's what she always told herself as she woke up to sunshine. Once she woke up, immediately, she went for hunting, to bothering to stretch or something. She quickly crouched, trying to hide herself in the thick and tall grass, watching for any signs of movement, or any type of scent. Prey was needed, and prey is what she shall get. A bunch of them, for the clan obviously.
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