Omega

Character Name:Omega

Character Age:30 moons

Gender:Male

Alliance:None

Rank:

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Omega is a large, well built tabby. He is a giant among cats. He has a ash gray fur that emits weird snaking light effects in the sun. When light hits his fur, the light is diffracted and shot back so people looking straight at him will be blinded. His eyes are as weird as his fur. One is like a ruby plunged in blood and lit on fire which will consume you if you stare into it too long. The other one is a cerulean deep blue, as if you where starring into a pool of icy water. These particular eyes can chill you to the bone or electrocute you if you anger their owner. Omega has strong powerful muscles, and is a very strong cat. His voice is a low hum, soothing at times.
He has a medium sized hair with a long, whip like tail. He uses a giant dog skull that was bleached by the sun as a helm. He has very big ear, just like a bat would have. He owns white claws that glow in the dark with a greenish pale light .
[u]IMPORTANT: Omega is not affected by powers due to the experiments that where carried on him!
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Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):

Loner:
One true fact remains, Omega is not the most interactive cat in the world, he had a strange history, so he found that he liked being by himself than with others, and even at his adult stage that seemed to stay with him. He finds it hard to talk to cats, so he trains all day to make up for it. He does other things that normal Clan cats do, but he doesn't talk to them. He listens to what they talk about, so that he isn't too far behind the latest news but that is about it when it comes to even hearing cats talk, let along talking to them in the first place

Trustworthy:
Just because you are cool, efficient, killing machine in cat skin, doesn't mean you can't be trusted with your fellow felines. He knows that his Clan comes first, he knows that when he grows old, not to make his Clan throw him out, but to throw himself out. He loves his Clan, in a weird, twisted sort of way. You could tell him your darkest secret, and he will decide if to tell someone else of a higher rank or not.

Calm :
Now most sanguinary cats you may think are hot headed, not Omega. He is very calm, and tries not to get angry at silly little things, of course when he does get angry you know you are in trouble, and that your life is at stake. But because of this he has advanced in his life. While other cats think of ways to get revenge in a way that won't kill them, he thinks about how they will die in the, and how maybe he will be their killer.

Proud :
He like any cat as faults, no cat his perfect, even a killing machine is not perfect, what is his fault you may ask? He is proud. Overly proud, if he does something better than you, he rubs it in your face, if he does something rare he will boast about it for twelve moons. If he advances in ranks, you can be sure he will laugh in your face about it for the rest of his life. He makes sure that all the cats know when he does something well, the irony is when he does something bad, it is never heard of.

Fierce:
nobody knows about the gray cat. And no one dares to cross him. Why so? Because when battling he is as cunning as a fox as bold as a lion, strong and reckless as a tiger. He uses a large dog cranium as a war helm. He uses his long tail as a whip and when he fights it's said that it looks like a dance. A dance of death.

History (8 or more sentences):

Tasting the freedom:
Mom always said i should never cross the yard fence. That was never as true as now. It was autumn now. The trees where ornamented with a splendid flurry of gold, red, yellow and brown. Grey brother approached me. He was always the most turbulent of my brothers and sisters. When al the little kittens where still mewing and suckling, he had opened his eyes and started walking. When we had started doing that, Grey brother was already trying to hunt bugs. And when we finally tried doing that, he had killed his first mouse. I had immediately taken a liking to my older brother. "Well, what ere ya doin!"
he said. When gray spoke, he yelled. When he whispered he talked normally. And when he yelled the sound was ear popping.
"I was wondering". I said calmly. "Wondering about what?!" My brother asked in his most normal tone (yelling).
I looked at hard at the fence and tried to imagine what exactly lay beyond all the houses and the beautiful little gardens that were always well tended to.
"I was wondering what would happen if I left."
Gray grinned and stepped next to me to give me a cheerful whack on the head (which was pretty painful).
"Probably nothing would happen Tungsten."
I looked up to him amused.
"Mom would just say that was that and would lecture us on what happens if you leave the neighborhood."
I smiled happily knowing that he was not actually joking.
But then my smile froze and then disappeared.
"Think about it Gray. I'm almost a grown up. I've been here all my life. Do I really want to stay in this cage forever? Even if this cage is filled with pillows and green grass this still is a cage!"
Gray froze himself. We waited in silence. Around us, the bugs and birds kept singing.
"I see whatcha mean " said Gray. "And you wanna know what? I've been feeling the same."
"I tell you what: We go in a few months. We have to train, to get stronger and to get more fast."
It actually was pretty logical. So when Gray stepped back in th villa nonchalantly, i was boiling inside.
For the next few months, i ate, then trained, then sled into a deep sleep. For a few months i was anxious, always turning my eyes to the windows, to the fence, to the sky and to Gray. Gray always smiled when he saw me watching him. But when he didn't notice, he was not his cheerful self. Of course, he was always cheerful when tin, steel and all the others where around. But when we where together outside, we where stern and silent. I knew that we where both anxious about going. But after all isn't Anxiousness the dizziness of freedom?

Time passed. The red and golds turned to brown. The brown leaves fell from the trees by handfuls. Then snow was falling, covering the world in a white blanket. And finally, new blossoms sprouted on the bare branches. In that amount of time , Gray and me had become well built bastards.
Our intensive training had made us extremely strong and fast. We could fight against anyone in the neighborhood and win. Even the powerful wild feral that terrorized normally the neighborhood. We had become much bigger than Iron, Tin, lead,steel, aluminum, silver and platinum our brothers and sisters.
The sun had come out, and we had went out too. And without saying a good bye, without even turning back, we left.... We traveled through the freshly mowed lawns and the fences and we arrived at the city.
Scrapping a living was difficult in the city. The trees had been replaced by the giant metal trees. There was light even when it was night. Monsters that we had know to pass slowly and calmly in our old home where more fast and deadly. We almost left our lives in there. Gray and me, we lived i an abandoned ship in the harbor. Finally, bit by bit, the word of the two brothers spread through the city. Wherever they went, Gray and Tungsten where respected and praised.

the city:
I leaped down in the lower deck. The cold wood met my paw pads with a creak. I advanced slowly in the darkness, avoiding stepping on the cronies that lived in our boat. Over the past year, we had amassed a number of followers which was quite incredible . I knew i could have stepped on everyone in the room and nothing would be done. After all i was the boss. Maybe not the BIG boss but the second boss.
I steered through the sleeping silhouettes to the captain's bunk where we slept, me and my brother. I entered through the hole in the door that allowed me to get in. The room was dimly lit by a jar of fireflies that we kept alive so that light would be given to the captains bunk 24/7. Gray was standing in the top bunk bed. His blue eyes pierced me, but I knew it was involuntary. My eyes did the same whenever they met someone. He smiled his usual broad grin but i always guessed when something was bothering him. "What's the matter bro?" i asked in a soothing voice. Gray looked down on me, smiling reassuringly . "Oh, you know, the usual. Don't worry about it. Just a couple of thugs trying to disrupt the peace and quiet of our territory" I immediately knew these where no simple thugs to keep Gray awake.
"Would you like me to take care of them for ya?" i asked in a soothing tone.
"yeah, whatever just bring twenty able body felines with you. They are located at the green cargo hold. Just wait for the sun to come up."
"Twenty ? What ere they, a whole gang?" I exclaimed. "kinda. They are thirty strong". "Holy shit, how did we not locate them earlier?" . "I don't know but i want them gone." I strode out of the cabin to wait outside. "It'll be done, no worries". I took the path through the sleeping cats in the other way to go out. The fresh night air blew against my face as i stepped out in the darkness.
Our boat was a big one, parked in an abandoned harbor. Strong white lights from powerful projectors illuminated the many cargo and decrepit houses. I jumped on a few crates to get on the roof of the boat. From there i could see the stars and the night sky. It was beautiful. Everything in the city was hell. Yet, us, the two gray brothers we had forged a kingdom out of all this. And no one,NO ONE! Could disrupt it...

I watched as the stars slowly sled down to leave place for the radiance of the sun. Purple, orange yellow and pink light rebounded on the glass buildings not so far away. This was the time. I had to get going.
I jumped from the roof of the boat and landed on deck. I strode in the main hall and watched the felines.
"Every one time to get up! Come on, i need twenty good fighters!" At first, the surrounding cats groaned and moaned. But at hearing that a battle was planned , they sprung up and came towards me.
Forty five... Too much for just a small thug beat up. I chose ten good fighters. Ten speedy cats and ten very cunning felines. I was equilibrating our squad. Ten more than what was planned.
Very well, Gray would be annoyed, but if they where thirty strong, i wanted to not take any chances.

I headed out of the boat with the squad. Thirty cats moving silently in formation, thirty cats illuminated by the sun. We moved like a silent murder of birds of prey. We passed through the rusty dull colored containers towards the one indicated by my brother.
I sent a scout, Scrawny, a tall tangly cat that was fast and silent. We waited in a hushed silence for Scrawny to come back. He came back indeed, saying that no one was in the cargo hold. I was puzzled. How come a pack of thirty cats had dissipated without leaving any trace? With a touch of panic, I ordered the cargo hold to be searched. The thick cracked glass windows let in light even tho they where all moldy and disgusting. The light formed changing patterns on the ground that where i have to admit, quite creepy...

I watched as my crew overturned boxes, hidy holes and opened cargos. Not a sign. Not even a trace of fight. Only the remains of dead mice and other detritus informed me that i was right about something: there had been cats here. I felt suspicious, and i have to admit kinda creeped out. I watched distractedly the cracked windows of the place when i saw a shadow pass by. Fear clutched at my brain and the air in my lungs turned to ice. I yelled to the crew: "Get out of here, everyone, head back to the boat! Warn Gray that there are HUMANS!"
Every feline present froze, then there was a stampede to get out. The odor of fear was everywhere, slinking around like a snake. The odor burned my nose. But then i panicked myself when the opposite doors of the cargo hold flew open. Large menacing forms stepped in with weird sticks. We weren't quick enough. Some had escaped, some others had hid. But at least fifteen of us where taken. A net flew over my head and i knew i was doomed. I tried to struggle but i only entangled myself much more. The strong ropes where different than the old rotting ones in the harbor. These seemed to be unbreakable. The silvery lines where covered with the odor of fear. This was not the first time these had been used...

I was grabbed by the neck and thrown violently in metal bars. I think one of my ribs broke at that moment. Pain shot through me and i bit and i scratched, but the only thing that it did was to bloody my paws and my mouth. A pointy thing was jabbed at me and I tore at the hand that had tried to kill me. I was slipping into darkness, the things around me where becoming blurry, the sounds distorted....
It was all dark now. Was i dead? No, it could not be, i had to be alive. I felt my eyelids slid open. A blinding white light glared at me... It burned my eyes.

Hell : The blinding white light was a lamp. I found myself to be in a cage. I was sore all over, my rib ached as if my side had been battered in. I looked around through the tight bars of my cage. I had been pilled on to other cages. I looked around, to see with horror that the place was made out of cages. Cats upon cat where stacked into small cages . I immediately knew where i was... I hell.
An old orange tabby next to me exclaimed. "Oh, why hello there! Your a newbie! And what would be your name?"
I was terrified . But i answered boldly: "My name is Tungsten, where are we? I remember the humans, the cages and.... And are we in hell?"
The orange skinny tabby laughed,and responded. "Yep, well it's the same with all of us, the humans, the needles and the cages! You are half right. You are not in hell as o speak but you are in the research lab, which is practically the same thing! The names Orange. Well y'know for the color in french!"

Orange was an old tabby with a flaming orange coat that was shot with gray that had been taken a few months ago. He said that he ws very sorry that i had been caught too. "Well, they prick you and they inject you with stuff and it burns horribly." Then they make you fight other cats and the winner gets to live and the other is put down." I was indeed in hell.

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