Yes, this is a cat I've been roleplaying for a while on the ordinary boards, but I like her. I want my first advanced bio to be about her.
Character Name:
Frostypaw
Character Age:
12 moons
Gender:
Female
Alliance:
DragonClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Frostypaw, for the most part, is a white-furred she-cat. Her pelt is sleek and well-groomed, save for a usual tuft on her chest. Her eyes are a deep, though almost icy, blue, generally standing out from her pelt. Frame-wise, Frostypaw is a rather small cat, and the pair of dragon wings on her back follow suit--they're too small to allow her even the ability to hover, or noticeably slow her descent should she fall. Small grey scales lay flat against her back, following her spine, slowly fading away into fur as they reach the base of her tail. Overall, she often seems to portray a sense of thoughtful timidity.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Frostypaw is a fairly self-conscious she-cat. She worries about what other cats think of her, though she is by far her worst critic. Her lack of control of her elemental powers is Frostypaw's biggest offset, leading to most of her internal conflicts, and because of this she strives to be the best she-cat she can for her Clan. This promise to herself is more than often broken, however, as her clanmates excel above her. While Frostypaw can get frustrated with herself, she typically remains calm in the presence of her clanmates, swallowing down her bitterness. Obviously enough, competition isn't usually where she thrives. When she's with those close to her, though, not feeling judged or the like, Frostypaw can be a sweet and playful apprentice.
---Likes (at least 3): Snow (as it helps cover up her own elemental powers), solitude (where no one's around to judge her), and accomplishment.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Criticism, failure, and pressure, such as in situations that depend on her.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): She's a strong thinker, a quick learner, and can be very determined--even if it is a little rare.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): She can crack under pressure, she can't control her powers (granted, it would probably make more sense to you if you knew what they were...), she can't fly, and her self-consciousness and self-doubt often leads her to refrain from action.
History (8 or more sentences):
Frostykit was born just as any other kit in DragonClan. Her powers, though, kept her from having what would be considered a normal kithood. She was kept separate from the other kits for their sake, though that was what ignited Frostykit's self-bitterness. While the other kits would go out into the cavern to play, Frostykit would often sit at the nursery's entrance and merely watch, letting her mind wander. As it came time to become an apprentice, she had almost no one to cheer her on, and so the lone Frostykit became the lone Frostypaw. The other apprentices took notice of her soon enough, inviting her into their circle of friendship, but they advanced much more quickly up the ranks than she did. It wasn't much longer before they had all become warriors while she remained an apprentice. She is still trying to be the best she can be, though being left behind further stung the she-cat.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
How long will this go on...?
Frostypaw was sitting in the back of the large group of cats, frost and icy tendrils snaking slowly along the cold, stone floor from her paws. While that fact alone would alarm some cats, she had lived with it all her life, along with the chilling aura constantly surrounding her. It was what kept her segregated from the others. But now was a special occasion: the celebration of two new warriors.
They were also her two closest friends.
The young she-cat tried to smile, but sadness still reflected in her hollow, blue-eyed gaze. The two toms she had gotten to know best were already leaving the den, forgetting about their duties as an apprentice, bound to soon forget about her...
Yowls of congratulations echoed throughout the cavern around her, yowls of their new warrior names, but Frostypaw couldn't bring herself to join in. Quietly getting to her paws, the she-cat turned and padded away, glancing back just once to her friends. They're going to be great warriors, she thought with just a hint of bitterness. I'm sure of it...
Comments (optional):
Okay! I figure here I can go over the powers that so fully govern Frostypaw's life. She lives in DragonClan, where the descendants of dragons and cats reside. Some have more features related to a dragon, while others, like Frostypaw, retain a cat-like appearance. Nearly every cat, however, has a power, typically elemental, thanks to their dragon ancestry.
Frostypaw considers her power to be more of a curse. She has no control over it. Within a certain radius of Frostypaw, the temperature nearly instantaneously drops to freezing temperatures, and her paws constantly generate a sheet of steadily-growing frost and twisting and turning branches of ice. On the plus side, she is immune to temperature and its effects, such that fire wouldn't burn her and a blizzard wouldn't freeze her, etc.