Character Name: Desertfrost
Character Age: Twenty moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: SnowClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Desertfrost is a pretty well-toned apprentice, with a large frame to match his attitude. While he may not look very intimidating with a stump for a tail and small paws, you can definitely tell he isn't a force to reckon with. He's definitely is well-prepared for the harsh clan temperatures, with snow-white fur that gets pretty thick where it's coldest. He thinks he is a bit of a charmer as well, with bright blue eyes that can pierce the thickest of ice. Even so, don't be fooled, he could never do that. His big frame is far from clumsy, and his coordination is superb. The downside of the frame is his vulnerability, it seems, because it makes him slow and scared to leave the ground.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements): Desertfrost may seem like a perfect cat because of the condition he is in, but he's definitely lacking in the way of personality. Because he is only good with brute force, he personality reflects a brutal nature. He's very loyal to the warrior code, of course, but with such a frightening force to make others do so as well. This makes him wary of loners or kittypets, or any non-clan figure. He is assured of his strength to such a degree that he'll take on any cat, of any number, of any clan. It's recklessness, and it's bound to get him killed. That recklessness also makes him headstrong, insensitive, and, well, just plain mean at times.
But, don't get him wrong. He's really sweet at heart, visiting the queen's den often and loves watching the kits play. He's always thought of being a father, and his sensitive side makes him a charmer. Sometimes a bit to much so, trying to seduce a she-cat that's not interested gave him a reputation more than once, but he's definitely doing so with good intentions. He's not the brightest guy, but he'll always be there. His loyalty will always be yours if you are good to him, and even a bit playful if you are nice.
---Likes (at least 3): Loyalty, voles, playfulness, kits, /winning/.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Loners/kittypets, cats that think they are smarter than him, dishonorable actions, making decisions, leading
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Fights, charming, bravery
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Hunting, puzzles, morality, quick decisions
History (8 or more sentences): Being born into SnowClan, he showed the qualities of a strong, promising warrior. His two parents, Sweetfang and Badgerheart, were extremely proud. But as he got older, it was apparent he was a bit slower than his littermates. Sweetfang had her concerns, but Badgerfang saw it as a true warrior. "He doesn't need that junk, he'll solve things with his fangs!" Sweetfang didn't like that, and she began to see the mate she really took. There was no way to leave Badgerfang though, so she said goodbye to her Clan just before her son's apprentice ceremony.
His father made him see his mother as a weak, spineless she-cat who was dishonorable for leaving, and treated her as such when she tried to take him with her. It hurt him secretly, though, so he was given permission to wait to a few days before his ceremony, but his father eagerly urged him to go ahead. He did, and ended up going through apprenticehood swimmingly. Even so, tragedy struck him again, and just a little after his warrior ceremony, his twin sister left the clan as well, bringing even more dishonor to his family. Badgerheart was furious as the fact that he only had a son left, and ended up hurting his son with his angry talk about his sisters. But Desertfrost believed him, and soon he was taking more and more duties to drown out the thoughts of doubt in his head.
Now, he's almost always on duties, and always preoccupied with something. Nobody brings up his sister and mother, and he's perfectly content.
Roleplay Sample: Desertfrost sighed happily, finally complacent with the day's work. The sun was gently settling on the horizon, he had watched the kits play with joyful mews, and now he was just about to fall asleep on his aching muscles. But he started to feel restless, and he felt someone tug and tug at him. Tug, and fall faller, and tug, and...
"Desertfrost!" someone yelled beside him. He looked up to see a brilliant young she-cat at his side, one with dark-blue tinted fur and almond yellow eyes. She flicked her tail to the entrance of the warrior den, and he cocked his head to the side, confused.
"Hah, some cat wanted to see you, silly," she mewed tiredly, drifting back off into her own sleep. Desertfrost blinked, nodded, and turned to see the intruder on his nap.
Comments (optional):
Second character, hope it's alright. C: