[size=16pt]FADEDHISTORY RANDELL[/size]
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He's an old character that is currently undergoing the process of revamping. He has a massive backstory that isn't written down quite yet, but yes, I'm looking to improve him/my roleplay in general.
Here's some quotes from his bio, link to the full bio in his description:
QuoteDisplay Morein depth personality - Fadedhistory is a very practical cat. If you don't need it, you shouldn't go through the time and effort to have it. If you merely 'want' something, that is not an excuse to go get it or waste time trying to get others to do it for you. He enjoys being around non-vain people, and motions that anything out of the acts of vanity or revenge should be treated as something wrong or ill fated.
Due to having a half sibling who was a dragon and was raised much better then he was, he has grown to hate dragons, even to the point in which it's impractical. He won't respect a dragon's orders or follow a dragon's lead, because he always things of his half sister whenever he senses the dragon's movement or species. He doesn't want to be reminded of her.
He will spend extensive time studying a topic before making a choice, and often ponders the meaning or life or thinks over his past actions, wondering how he could make them better. If he doesn't know about something that someone else does know about, he will go out of his way to learn about it. He enjoys swapping stories about knowledge rather then battle or hunting.
He believes strongly in 'only take what you can provide' for clans, and as such, he is practically starving himself while trying to hunt for BlizzardClan. He rarely eats due to the fact he rarely catches anything, and as such, he often ends up in an ill state or severely underfed due to his many disadvantages when it comes to hunting. Being blind and unable to smell don't help much.
He gets grouchy when he is in pain or someone is discussing battles or fights. He feels he's 'too old to be a part of your war games,' due to the fact he spent most of his life as an unassisted loner who couldn't see. He feels that someone should earn respect instead of demand it, and that is why he used to avoid clans. However, he can no longer hunt for himself, so as such he has to stay in one just so he won't starve to death.
He finds most kittens who act old adorable, due to the fact they act as if they had seen and felt all the horrors he had seen and felt. Even known reincarnations don't earn respect from him until they are of apprentice age, in which they are able to provide for the clan instead of leech off it like they often do. He also swore to never have kittens. Ever.
He often distrusts the use of magic or the reliance off of magic, because he was around when most of these powers didn't even exist. With the growing rise of powers and magical creatures, he often has to trust his wits or his close friends, to which he has none. Even though he rarely uses his powers, using one for even the shortest amount of time will give him a migraine.
(( WIP ))
QuoteDisplay Morein depth appearance - Standing at 9.2 inches, this skinny feline is a normal height compared to other cats his age. His once silver bengle pelt is now faded, the patterned spots covering him now shrunken and small compared to the other bengles he knew. His muzzle has entirely grayed out and both his ears and tail fade to a soft ash-like color.
He has a darker stripe down his back, an torture scar from when he was thrown into a fire and killed. His tailtip and ears are 'faded' to a soft ash like color from this burning as well. The strip extends from the very top of his head, between his ears, and all the way down his back and almost covering his entire tail.
He has a white underbelly which as also grayed out, and it extends to the middle of his back legs and doesn't go down any of his legs. Signs show of what used to be marking covering the belly as well, but they had long since vanished from the time he played with the manipulation of pelt magic. He had not changed it since, the rest is natural.
His skin clings tightly to his bones to show his nourishment while his fur is extremely curly and stiff. There is no place where he had lost fur, oddly enough. His fur is like that of any LePerm's but less sever, possibly pointing to the fact he is a very small amount of Russian blue. His fur offers him little to no protection from the cold or rain.
Two 'X' marks cover his eyes, old torture wounds inflicted by his only brother, Reconteemo. He also has small scratched marks on his back and near the base of his tail, as if someone had once tried to cut it off but failed or had been stopped midway through the procedure. It has clear he had seen many a battle and war due to these old, covered scars.
(( WIP ))