Character Name: Imagine
Character Age: 30 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: N/A
Rank:N/A
Appearance: Imagine is an unusually coloured tabby tom. He has the traditional dark black stripes of an ordinary tabby but the resemblance stops there. His muzzle, paws and tail are tinted with light shades of a creamy white colour; these tints are predominant in seal points, which Imagine is not. His fur is short and bristly on his flank and spine, but does not stick up as some cats' often do. That same fur lengthens when it get to his scruff, but then becomes shorter at his muzzle. He has a long, flowing tail that is fluffier than most toms', and is tipped with a small patch of light chesnut brown. The fur on Imagine's back is also this colour, but undulates between the colour of sand and the colour of wet tree bark, with occasional hints of cream.
His eyes are a startling sea green merged with sky blue. They are said to be his best feature; any cat who looks into them are instantly transfixed by the miriage of colours and emotions swirling in their depths. But blink, and those eyes turn empty, blank, like there is no such thing as emotion in this tom's mind. Many cats only get a mere glimpse into those eyes, but a glimpse is enough. Those eyes are like a window straight into Imagine's soul; once opened, all his secrets and fears flow out.
The rest of this strange tom is fairly ordinary; medium-length whiskers and a smallish nose. He has a chunk missing from his left ear, but that is all the wounds he bears.
Personality: For such a troubled tom, Imagine hides it well. He has a carefree, jokey attitude to life and never takes anything seriously. However, there is much more to Imagine than meets the eye. Discard the jovial facade and you'll be shocked by what you discover. This tom doesn't sleep much; his dreams are often plagued by nightmares, though he will never admit what is in them.
Imagine is best known for his violent outbreaks; one second, he's chatting away and the next those captivating eyes fill with rage and he's gone. During those horrifying moments, Imagine has been known to murder kin without a second thought. After those terrifying experiences (for both tom and victim) he is often found simply staring into rivers for apparently no reason, often with his eyes filled with tears.
Inside this tom is a heart broken by love and scarred by betrayal, but even the most broken hearts can be mended.
---Likes:
Spending time by rivers
Chatting
Warm greenleaf days
--- Dislikes:
Silence
Cold
Talking about his history
---Strengths:
Hides emotions well
Fighting
Friendly
---Weaknesses :
Doesn't trust easily
Misogynistic
Doesn't believe in true love
History : For such a twisted personality, there must be a twisted story to tell. And there certainly is. Imagine was born a kittypet, but his mother took him away from his twolegs and joined a rogue clan. Not only did she take away his easy life that day, but she unknowingly took away his sanity.
Now, a rogue groups go, the one that Imagine joined was a rather nice one. They didn't make apprentices fight each other and prey was shared. It was basically a clan, but without the belief in Starclan. This all changed when the previous leader was killed in battle and a new one was appointed. From that day, the whole rogue group changed. Weakness was exploited and strength was manipulated. Close friends turned into backstabbing monsters. The new leader led with violence, never afraid to use his claws. Some might regard this as a good thing, as Imagine did. After all, no cat wants a cowardly leader. However, his mother disagreed. She believed that there was a difference between cruelty and bravery; something that not many cats realise.
Imagine's mother became more and more distant from her son, until other rogues had forgotten that they were ever close. He never spoke of his silent suffering aloud, but inside he was torn by loyalty to his kin and loyalty to his clan. Every night, he would sneak out of the rogue camp and pad along the moonlit path to his twoleg nest. Once there, he would sit in the back garden for hours on end, reminiscing about the times when he and his mother still had that bond. Although he has no memory of his kittypet past, Imagine likes to think that he has his father's features and would invent fanciful stories about the father he never had. Eventually, Imagine did get to meet his father, but wishes with all his heart that he didn't.
On that day, something terrible happened; something so terrible that it drove this perfectly stable tom into madness.
Roleplay Sample : A sickly grey light flickered over the dark tabby tom, throwing his features into sharp context with his dismal surroundings.
The light played over his deep-set turquoise eyes, casting them in darkest shadow. Those eyes stared with an electrifying, almost terrifying intensity at the cat in front of him. Except that it wasn't a cat; it was a corpse.
As the battle raged on around him, he simply stood, watching the unusually still feline in front of him. His very stature suggested a serene peacefulness, but his eyes were narrowed in anguish.
Imagine watched, frozen, as the fire in her eyes slowly dwindled to a spark. He concentrated on that single flame, willing it to re-alight. But even as he watched, it's light slowly faded away until it was the tiniest of sparks; only a mere speck of dust in a vast cosmos of nothing. Still, he willed for that speck to blaze into the bright fire that had once been there. He fuelled that spark with the fire that burned in his heart; stoked the flames with the hope that he had clung onto for so long.
It was no use. The tiny spark was extinguished, only to be replaced with a cold, glassy sheen that matched the grey sky above.
The tom tore his eyes away, a burning pain ripping his heart as if savage claws had gouged through it. The pain spread throughout his body, and he lifted his muzzle to the gun-metal grey sky and yowled, a yowl that only animals in the deepest agony could hope to achieve. His once steady gaze was now unfocused, his eyes having a watery shine that gave away his deep-rooted sorrow.
As the echoes of his yowl faded into nothing, the rain finally fell from the heavy storm clouds above, washing away his tears in a fast-flowing torrent of water. Imagine watched listlessly as water pooled around his paws, hardly noticing that it was stained with the lightest shade of crimson.
Imagine turned, away from that terrible sight, only to face a pretty she-cat. His mother had been pretty. And now his mother was dead. It was their fault. It was all their fault. They all deserved to die, and Imagine would make sure that they did. But the tom also hated the others because they were something that he wasn't, and never would be again. They were whole. He could see it in the shine of their eyes, sense it in their fluid movements. He wasn't like them. He was broken, his turquoise eyes littered with shards of emotions, jigsaw pieces that didn't quite fit together.
The pain lessened, only to be replaced by an icy anger. That anger melded him back together; it flowed like liquid to join all the pieces of him that didn't fit. Imagine let out a short, hysterical laugh. Yes, they will all pay.
A few heartbeats later, and the she-cat was dead. Imagine regarded her lifeless body with detached curiosity. Life was so fragile, taken away so easily. That was why it was also so precious. Somewhere, deep in his shattered mind, part of him felt regret. He had known this she-cat. He had shared tongues with her, had hunted with her. She had loved him, he remembered. Another short laugh, over as quickly as it began, escaped him. Love was nothing, just a mere distraction from his ultimate goal. He frowned. What was his ultimate goal? Kill them. Kill them. KILL THEM. The voice in his head was becoming more and more persistent, and harder to resist.
Imagine closed his eyes briefly, and when they opened, his sanity had gone. The voice in his head was now in control, and he didn't put up any resistance. Kill them. Kill them. Make them pay. And so he did.
Comments (optional): Finished! (At last) :)