Character Name:
Spiderpaw.
Character Age:
Two years.
Gender:
A she-cat.
Alliance:
Sporadically JadeClan.
Rank:
An apprentice, though warrior aged.
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
A skinny, sly she-cat, lank black fur draping her awkward, rib-protruding form. Bright brilliant jade eyes hold the secrets to her long inner pain, as well as a rebellious disregard for everything she encounters. Long scars dash her legs, and a particularly long one dominates the left side of her face. She has a strong, but graceless, limping gait that others wince at, and a crooked, fang-filled smile that intimidates many. Spiderpaw obtains a repulsive smell of blood, sweat, and rotting kill, as she doesn't feel the need to wash, and in fact, she cares nothing for her appearance. Long claws are her only treasured possession; she sharpens them on rocks, for use of her loosely guarded secret.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
The personification of perhaps a overly rebellious teenager, Spiderpaw is a creature full of child-like spite and lenient hate. Impulsive with her words and actions, she does many things she regrets, though she'd never so much as admit it. A sharp, unforgiving tongue places her firmly in the middle of every issue, which she responded with a bitterness that will stay with her forever. Spontaneous in her thinking, Spiderpaw's immediate reaction to everything is anger and denial. It is nearly always followed by an instinct for a revengeful retaliation to every thought or action of harm that comes her way. Certain that she is unloved, and never understood, she finds it difficult to fit in anywhere, although sometimes claims a temporarily home in her old clan, JadeClan.
---Likes (at least 3):
A keeper of secrets, there is hardly anything Spiderpaw does not like more to hold the threat of knowledge over another entity. She also possesses a delight at carnage; destruction being one of her few strengths. Lastly, she enjoys pain, whether it be her own or another's, for it has become her addiction.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
One of Spiderpaw's immense dislikes, which will earn you her undivided hatred, is beating her at something, be it a test of strength or cunning. She constantly feels the need to be one step ahead of everyone else, with a thirst for unrequited knowledge. Spiderpaw also destests higher ranks than she, for she holds them in no value, and finally, as strange as it may seem, she hates being treated well. Having no expierience in the matter, the thought of the unknown frightens her.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
Everywhere she goes, and it is undeniable, Spiderpaw seems to leave a path of destruction no matter how hard she tries not to. Although not one of any real particular talent, Spiderpaw has a strength in her cunning way of fighting, renowned in the fact that she always fights claws unsheathed and dirty. And one last tip- she's a very, very deceitful lier, and it is impossible to tell if anything she says is the truth, or an artful fantasy.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Spiderpaw is definatly not known for her strategy, rather, she lives only in the moment, and chooses to take everything in stride, instead of thinking ahead, as well as refusing to heed, preferring to do things at once. She also is very hotheaded, which can blind her to the simple truths easily, and weaken her especially in a fight.
History (8 or more sentences): Spiderpaw was born to two rogues under the name of Shelby. Her mother left as soon as she and her sister Sheila were weaned, unceremoniously dumped in the care of their father. Immediately, the sisters began a harsh life. Their father, angry and pining for their mother wanted nothing to do with them, merely towing them along in his wake while he attempted to continue his life. Shortly after a second heartbreak, he began to abuse his daughters, though considerably Shelby more than Sheila. This is where Spiderpaw began to develop her feelings of lovelorn and bitterness, as well as her hate. Her independence was nurtured on her many flights from her Father's lashing paw. At about nearly four seasons of enslavement, and after a particularly harsh beating, Shelby finally fought openly back, and with a well placed kick, accidentally snapped her Father's neck. Horrified, she escaped with her sister, though they parted soon after, as Spiderpaw began to travel down a slightly darker path. Changeling her named to Spiderpaw in order to join a clan for an apprenticeship, she felt as if she could make a home at JadeClan, yet once again managed to turn herself an outcast.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
There! That flash of white. The lank, skeletal form with the pelt of Nyx, seemed to draw up with life, but only for a moment. So it had then slumped down to it's half-starved state, lost in thought. The she-cat, for that's what it was, however, still had eyes that burned brightly with electric green fire. No, her spirit was still there, and it would thrive as long as she felt the passion of revenge. There was a whip-like movement, and a new cut joined the line upon line that decorated her long patchy furred legs. A soft purred of pleasure accompanied the small pooling of blood, and revived, the black cat sprang nimbly to her feet, determined, once more, to keep going.
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