Character Name: Echothorn
Character Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A large cat with broad shoulders and well built muscle, Echothorn has an arrangement of long gray and black stripes running all over his pelt. His short fur is glossy and were it not for the long scar running down his side it would appear unmarked. He has soft forest green eyes which all most always hold a kind hearted look. His claws are long and ivory in colour and he has one missing on his left front paw. Echothorn has an average sized tail with a white tipped end and black stripes encircling it. His underbelly has a soft tanned colour and often looks like he’s rolled around in the dirt. His left ear bares a scar from an old battle and his whiskers are long and look slightly out of place.
Personality: Echothorn has the typical easy going nature presumed of most Thunderclanners and he likes to settle things with words first if at all possible. When things do come to a fight he tries to break things up with as little injuries as possible. That does not mean he won’t fight to the death for his clan, given the chance Echothorn will stand up willingly for his friends. Often trying to take their places if the going gets tough or he believes the situation to be getting out of hand. Echothorn enjoys talking with the kits in the nursery in a small sheltered hope to one day have some he can call his own. Because of his easy going nature Echothorn tries to see the best in everyone and accepts all manners of nature.
Likes:
• Storms
• Kits
• ‘Peace-and-quiet’
• The smell of pine trees
Dislikes:
• Violence without thought/Unplanned attacks
• Being ambushed
• Awkward situation due to unresolved conflict
• ‘Heat waves’ during Newleaf
Strengths:
• Stealth
• Defusing tense situations
• Fighting during wet conditions {Doesn’t include swimming}
Weaknesses:
• Too trusting
• His brawn can hinder him in close combat with many other opponents
• Hay fever
History: Born and raised under Thunderclan’s protection, Echothorn is proud of his heritage and all those he shares it with. Being the son of two lesser known warriors Echothorn always felt like he had to become something far greater than his parents. This meant that for a time, Echothorn was an incredibly difficult apprentice. His already young and energy bound mind was fuelled with the determination to prove himself. As a result Echothorn concocted the brilliant idea of capturing a Shadowclanner and bringing them back to camp as a prisoner. The young hare-brained apprentice snuck out of camp late one night and stalked the Shadowclan boundary for some time before falling asleep during the early hours of the morning. Echothorn was found by a passing Shadowclan patrol later that day and had a skiff with one of the older Shadowclan apprentices’. The short and not to violent battle resulted to nothing except a humbling to his pride and extra duties upon his arrival back at camp. After this experience Echothorn became a far less ambitious and hare-brained individual and began to break apart fights, rather than go looking for one.
Roleplaying Sample: Echothorn pushed his way through the bushes, stalking across the ground with his nose close to the forest floor. Leaves flickered in his vision as a breeze swept through the forest. He was hunting near the river. Not far from the border and all seemed to be well and good in the forest. It was the sort of quiet that spoke of the fullness of life. A quiet that rocked across the ground and trembled in his paws as he stalked.
Echothorn opened his mouth to draw in the scents of the surrounding wilderness. A wind rushed over his nose and gave him a greater picture of the world outside of his immediate vision. The smells of newleaf were all around him and Echothorn could feel his belly tightening with morning hunger. Suddenly a strange scent filled the air and a scuffling sound in the bushes up ahead made his ears stand to attention. Due to moons spent honing his battle skills the gray tabby tom felt his muscles coil. He paused only for a second before charging into the bushes and throwing himself out into the open.
Other: Cleaning up an old bio. ;3