Cats Name: Capone
Cats Age: Born May 29, 2009
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: The Elite
Rank: Leader
Appearance(Must be realistic):
The base of her fur is white... When she isn't in the dungeons that is...Everything else on top is layered on in a somewhat marble way. She has a black mark on her face, covering from her nose to her forehead. The only other place that is place is the two black bands around her tail. One leg is marbled with red, somewhat tabby-like, but more marble like the rest of her. Capone is shorter than even the normal sized cat, so she has to look up to all but the apprentices and kits.
But nevertheless there's always something grim in her look. She never looks far from being ready to tear someone's throat out... Or something much more slower. Her canine fangs protrude slightly past her lips, and her amber eyes are speckled with blood red flecks.
Personality:
Capone is a very compassionate she-cat who wants to cure all the ails in the world. Whenever she sees an injured rabbit she nurses it back to health., feeding it little ferns and leaves until it gets better. She often visits kittypet homes to mooch off them because she just can't stand to kill anything. She's so nice that they find it hard to turn her down *narrator is choked off*
"Hahaha. Reeeeal funny." Capone shook her head. "Now really. Rabbits aren't my style. I can hunt like everyone else, but they're not world my really creative juices. Anyone that comes under my care is going to find themselves strung up four ways. I'm leader, so what I say goes. You're weak? You can't defend yourself? Don't expect for me to so much as think about going on on a limb for you. I help those who help themselves. Its all about fighting in the Mansion... But I like having fun with some of the people. They deserve it after all.
History(Not needed; optional):
My name was Capone, daughter to the glorious Columbine. I worshipped the Elite.
I was born in Columbine's second litter with Nagasaki, Hannibal, Stalin, Pistol, and Swastika. Big, I know. Swastika was the first one to talk, Columbine and Broncogallop were sooo thrilled. She ended up the biggest disappointment of them all- but that's getting ahead of ourselves.
There's someone I want to tell you about, someone even now I look yup to. Her name was Midnightsun, and I didn't know her name until she came into the parlor one day. Mom had taken us there so she could do some of her work while staying with us. It was so cool. Guess what? You'll never guess! She told us how she took all Northernstar's lives. All of them. I learned how leaders have nine lives. It was so amazing.
So. Not too far later Swastika and a whole bunch of people leave, including all the slaves. Everyone was in a hurry, freaking out. Mom was working on gathering everyone to tell them to news... I'd seen which way the cats went. So I followed and caught up with them. Because I was intending with every bone in my body to follow them to the place where they stopped then bring the full might of the Elite down on them... I had fun imagining how I was going to bring them all to their knees. Torture's so much fun...
I learned Swastika had led the whole thing. I knew she was bad news from the start! I made friends with a tom named Gaara. He claimed he had voices telling him to hurt people. But in all honesty I believe he was just hearing the voice of a wiser consciousness. And I made that very clear. He and I made plans to leave the Free Ones together. The FREE ONES?! What the nerve to call themselves that! I always called them the Freebies. They don't deserve a quick death. I'm going to have fun with them... In any case time passed after that.
I eventually decided to head off on my own. I'd had a few training sessions for hunting. None for fighting though, it was strange that no one would take the time to teach me... I thought my act had gone so well. I guess my reputation followed me from the Mansion. I'd been known to be a bit... Dark. Known to worship everything about the Elite. Oh yes, back then I even worshipped our mother.
I left without Gaara, and set off on a path I didn't know- neither of us had. I had no patience to even look for him when I set off. Well... I didn't quite find the Elite. I ran into Sgorr first, and got forced by him. With lack of fighting training and half starved as I was I didn't have a chance against him. Couldn't help but think about Gaara, the one I'd completely abandoned as I was imprisoned in Death Pride. I eventually was able to escape, and I ran into Sunclan... And what do you know? ToMS had taken control of it.
During an assassination attempt on Sgorr with Pompeii I gave birth to Sgorr's kits. With no where else to go we had to take shelter in Death Pride. I had always planned on killing those kits- I was going to let them grow up a bit first though. I really wanted those people to pay... Turned out that Pompeii grew to love my kits. For awhile I was uncertain of what to do- even Columbine had shown a bit of liking for them. I feared and wondered what I should do... I left Death Pride and my kits... And as Pompeii took me to the Mansion... Just as I was about to get home a cougar snatched him out of nowhere and killed him.
. Which is stupid. He should understand! They were all willing to kill Sgorr when they heard that he had forced me! Why didn't they understand when I killed those kits? Regrettably I was stopped, and two of Sgorr's kits still survive.
I run to where I was told the Mansion would be earlier, to stumble upon Columbine herself in the middle of a battle... Alina told Columbine about me killing Sgorr's kits. And she banished me!
Well. when I was banished I ran back to the Mansion and got Tempest. I had to have her- someone had to train me! And oh yes, in the moons to come she trained me well. It was during my banishment that I meant a tom named Jonza. He fancied me, but it didn't get far. We were always clashing a bit, and it became more prominent after we ran into a forbidden couple and I thought to exploit it. I was better off when he was gone... While the couple charade was good no one completely fell to it to the degree I would've wanted. The whole time I had been just wandering aimlessly...
Until I found myself by a string of luck to bump into my old buds the ToMs. Or whatever. I met with my sister Nagasaki and got a download of events that had happened recently. Including a little tidbit that a black and white she-cat had stolen her and Calmnight's kits. And let me tell you- I was sweating the whole time I was there. I was thinking Columbine would've blasted it out to everyone that I had been banished! Apparently not. Lucky me. Now Riverclan was huge, but in this I was seeing a potential way for me to get back in. Killing my kits had lead to my exile- maybe returning these ones was the key to being let back into the Elite.
I left ToMS, then it was a little sprinkle, but my path would be something indeed... I didn't make it to Riverclan. Instead I found the Akataski. Their leader in particular proved useful. He was an uncover member of Riverclan, Nightwraith or Madara were his names. I told him about my sister's unfortunate circumstances, and having seen Columbine before, was able to pin Desolatestar herself to having stolen the kits. I must agree- Ceasekit is quite the likeness.
I managed to work a deal out with them. They could use their inside connections to get me at least one kit... And with that one I could return to the Elite with the news, I'd need proof that my claim was true after all. My side of the deal? Promises. I'm leader now... I intend to pay this promise in full soon enough. Anyway, on with the show. I was planning on the storm to clear, but by the time Madara got back with Ceasekit I wasn't in a mood for waiting any more. Every moment was torture. Turned out so was the run to ToMS.
I was tired as hell by the time I reached ToMS. I had a near death experience that day... Turned out my mother was there. Mother oh mother, how I so wanted to be with you, with you and all in the Elite that I worshipped. Everything went exquisitely to plan. All the anti-clans rallied against Riverclan when the storm died down and attacked... Me on the other hand... I went home. Home to the glorious Mansion, this time no doubt in my mind I was here to stay.
My name is Capone, daughter of the late Columbine. I worship myself.
Lots has happened since then, many litters, some of them not willing. And Capone was captured, tortured, and blinded by Windclan. She lived on her life and gained The Sight later on. This is really breezing over the details, but its fine I'm hitting some of the parts. Overall Capone was awesome. And she started up worshiping the Mayan Daemons with the Mess Hall, a place of unimaginable carnage. Which was funny, because later she found out she was a daemon too. Which meant, in part, that the cats of The Elite were giving offerings to her.
~~~~~This is where Capone shall differ in the AU as in comparison to the regular universe. In the regular universe she was killed by all her own children, the children she'd killed. In this AU, Capone is saved from her children by Righteousstar, the leader of the group of righteous Starclanners who lived their lives and every breath by the warrior code, and would die to defend it. The code is all they're focused on.
And due to the massive breakage of it, they have been brewing up a storm for the clans, in the form of the apocalypse. But they're getting visions that even that might not be enough for the clans to stop in their heathen ways.
So he convinces Capone, who's now short a paw from her dead Darkforest children having ripped off a paw, to convert to Starclan. She'll get a full nine lives, but be forever cut off from her daemon fellows. And if she didn't accept… Well they'd let her wonderful children have her. (The children she's killed over her life time) Capone, knowing the risks of such a thing, accepted.
If they let her children have her, they might not stop at merely her physical being was killed, they might tear at her until her very spirit was gone from… Everything.
Besides. Their terms of acceptance were pretty simple, and things she would have done anyway. Keep on being an anti-clan, and keep on being herself. Capone did drive a bargain though. They could heal her paw, that much was clear. She wanted her eyes healed to, to be able to see again. Righteousstar tore out her power of The Sight to help fuel the healing process, and did more than that. He gave her the works, everything was healed. And Capone was looking better than she had in years.
In all truthfulness Righteousstar had saved Capone for Starclan because… He wanted her kind of person around to torment the clans for what they had done to the warrior code. And while she would have predecessors… None of them would quite match up to her style of… Awfulness. He wanted the clans to suffer for what they had done to the precious warrior code. And he hoped that Capone would one day bring the clans to Starclan again.
Long before even meeting him Capone had theorized that Starclan might have divine punishers in its ranks. That the anti-clans work might be the will of Starclan itself. As of late that thought as been ever growing in Capone's mind, solidified by her nearly flawless form. Capone's growing worse than ever. Engaging in psychological warfare on the vermin that is the remnants of the Clans.
The idea that Starclan, who cherishes them so much, could have intentionally done this to them… The look of despair and utter agony in their eyes is beautiful.
My name is Capone, you worship me.
RP Sample: Capone was purring deeply, not so much troubled by the world outside. Only a few words were filtering in, and the fact that Brae was here now. Good for him, he got to see these lovely two kits. She caught the tail end of what KoZ had said. It was typically something that would've set her off, but Capone just wasn't in the mood for that right now. Two kits had just beaten the odds and had evaded whatever disaster had struck their dead siblings. Her little girls were perfect.
She'd wished so desperately for their lives... Cried so hard after the miscarriage had happen. Did she really... Could she really ever put them on the front lines? How could she ever commit them to a life of death and killing when she'd prayed so desperately for their lives? The happy moment was gone, and the only warning of what was to happen next was the Capone's disintegrating smile. Though... Even that was an understatement.
"Get them away from me!" Capone screeched. She couldn't believe she had even thought that for a moment! Capoen aburtly stood up, moving to recklessly push the kits away from her. The danger was hardly the raven... It was Capone herself!