Character Name: Mystheart
Character Age: 19 moons.
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Loner
Rank: N/A
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Mystheart hates the way she looks, though many consider he pale bluish-gray coat with white markings to be quite pretty, especially when wet, oddly enough. Her eyes are the deep green of the forest canopy in springtime, a gift from her father. Mystheart is lithe and graceful, but she almost always looks just a little too skinny for her size, and she can seem small and insignificant at first glance, though her legs are actually a little longer than usual. Pure white fur covers her stomach and right side in an odd pattern, as if Starclan took a leafy branch and splattered her with white color at her birth. As to any scars or battle-injuries of long ago, her left ear is nicked, and she has a patch of fur missing from her right hind leg, just above the joint. The patch missing is even less noticeable when Mystheart's pelt is wet, as when she is dunked in enough water her pelt seems to glimmer differently in different kinds of light, especially starlight.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Mystheart has and always will be a loner, distant and distrusting of crowds, despite being born in a clan. She avoids other cats like they all carry greencough, except those she has met before for whatever reason, and it is rare to catch a glimpse of her if she has any say in the matter. She has a strange aversion to being touched for whatever reason, and will either shy away or become quite hostile if anyone tries any physical contact without her permission. She will freely give up a piece of hunting grounds, not liking to fight over land like the Clans or Tribes, but she will fight you fiercely for even the smallest scrap of food, as she knows it is often precious stuff. Being such an isolationist she has had time to develop a... Rather inflated opinion of herself, and those who do meet her often judge her to be arrogant, condescending, or quite possibly both. But in the end, a mewling kit will attract her surely enough, and if she lacks the warm kindness of some cats, she is, basically, a good soul.
---Likes (at least 3): Successfully evading other beings, travelling and seeing new sights (combined into one like), and being in control of a situation.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Protracted periods with company, being threatened by anyone, owls.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Mystheart has spent quite a few moons mastering the art of remaining unseen, and she knows much about using the undergrowth and even light and shadow to remain hidden. She is also a vicious, if not well-trained, fighter, and will battle with spitting fury to protect what she truly loves or cares about. She is a very quick runner, having run from many dangers and threats in her time as a loner, and she has trained herself to know when the times to fight and the times to flee are. She also has, having been born and raised for a few moons in Riverclan, very good swimming skills, which she uses to supplement her diet with fish when necessary, and to flee of course.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Mystheart lacks any real combat training of any kind. She was taught one or two defensive moves by a fellow loner not long after she become just that, a loner, but whatever else she knows is inferred from those two beginning moves, and not much can be inferred from them, to her sorrow. She also has an unusual dislike of being touched, which makes her few friends, and only adds to the "scared loner" aspect of her. She is also a bad jumper, as an old injury to her leg rather limited her capability to jump to the heights of most other cats.
History (8 or more sentences): Mystheart is actually Riverclan-born, though she will not admit that to anyone. Her father died in a battle only a quarter moon after she was born, and her mother fell into a deep depression that no one could rouse her from. Mystheart's mother, Snowraven, spiraled further and further down into a sickness of the mind until finally it culminated in Snowraven attempting to kill her daughter. Mystheart escaped from her mother's clutches and fled Riverclan, never to return, even if her mother were to die or be cast out. No incentive could tempt her to return to the Clans, as she has now developed a severely skewed view of them. She wandered in the forest for some days, only barely managing to stay alive on the river water and the occasional shrew and small fish, but then she was found by an older loner. He attacked her, despite Mystheart's youth, and damaged her leg, and she was forced to surrender to the old loner. He didn't kill her, which surprised young Mystheart, and instead turned around and taught her the only two Clan battle moves she knows even in the present time. She survived past the injured leg, though it never really healed properly without a medicine cat's attentions, and she spent the new twelve moons wandering the forest, catching whatever came her way, and fighting off the occasional loner, rogue, or kitty-pet who thought her easy prey.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Mystheart grimaced at the fox as it sniffed about the clearing, and she stayed stock-still in the undergrowth, thanking Starclan that she was down-wind of the beast. She wondered briefly why she still bothered to pray to Starclan, but her thought process was quickly interrupted as the fox began to grow closer to her hiding place. She slunk, ever so slowly, deeper into the bushes and reeds, her blueish-gray coat melding with the juniper bush quite well. It was also nearly night, so the twilight shadows blended into her pelt and made her even more difficult to see. And foxs were not exactly known for their sight. But if it came too much closer it would smell her regardless of the wind direction... Then the beast raised it's head and looked straight at her hiding place. "Foxdung!" Mystheart cursed, an accurate term for the current circumstance, and darted away almost as fast as a blue-jay could fly. Unfortunately for Mystheart she, unlike the jay, was incapable of flight. The fox gave chase, it's mouth hanging open in it's enthusiasm, but it soon realized that it was gaining no distance on the she-cat and tried to pick up the pace. It did gain a tail-length or so on her, but then the pace tired the fox out and it skidded to a halt, panting for all it was worth. Mystheart ran for some time yet, maintaining a steady pace to conserve energy, before finally stopping by the stream. She padded to the water's edge, drank deeply from the life-giving liquid, and thanked Starclan once more, this time for another misadventure survived.
Comments (optional): I don't think so! Thanks for the consideration.
~Lord Snow