Posts by NotAMuffin

OOC: I need to sleep, sorry Mystic!

[justify] The Lanky tom merely nodded. "And you're smarter than you look," he said, trying for bit of humor. No such luck. Relaxing his fur, Fernstep stepped closer to Simple and her kittypet friend. "I'm Fernstep," he said, flicking his tail, "We already know your name, Simple, but what about your friend?"[/justify]

( I'm sorry, this is just a W.I.P, right now[there's no rp sample, yet] but I'd like to hear your feedback, anyway? I'll get around to finishing it soon- promise :) )
So I did the RP Sample, to make things fair(because I think I'm better at making character sheets than actually rping). Whoops :)

[justify][img width=510 height=382]http://www.thrashingzombies.co…2013/01/apocalypse-30.jpg[/img]

Name:
Cassius

Nicknames:
Cass
(But it annoys him.
However he's not likely to inform people of this)

Age:
25
(Personally, I've never played a character so much older, but I hope to make him as mature as possible)

Ranking:
Medic
(He is medically trained)

Preferred Choice of Weapon:
Pistol
Otherwise, he's pretty handy with a scalpel

Are they immune?:
No
And he's just as flawed as any other human being

Personality:
Harshly critical of others, but most importantly: Himself. Cassius is egocentrical to a tee, but would never place his own needs above another's, and is really quite caring- if not sardonic and sarcastic with a twinge of pessimism. Despite his mordant facade, though, Cassius is actually quite caring, and it kills him to see his comrades in pain. Any blatant display of hatred or sorrow- or most strong emotions- is rather unlike Cassius, a stunning contrast to his usual cool and collective self, and it isn't often that he ever looses control of himself. No, he knows how to keep himself in check. Cassius is clever and thoughtful, yes, but he doesn't like to dwell on things he has categorized as "the small stuff" and is rather headstrong. He isn't much on listening, either, making him a difficult friend. He's stubborn and may sometimes bend the rules, but has an admirable amount of devotion, considering himself not just a Medic, but a soldier as well. Cassius also has the tendency to take everything too seriously, and he doesn't know how to relax- not really, at least. However, in the environment he's been thrown into, his paranoia may not be an entirely unwanted trait.

I thought I'd add to the form, is that okay?
Pleasedon'tkillme

Likes:

[li]Feeling Important/Useful[/li]
[li]Being proven Right[/li]
[li]Displaying his skills and vast knowledge of Medicine[/li]
[li]Helping[/li]
[li]Proving he's Useful[/li]

Dislikes:

[li]Losing[/li]
[li]Watching suffering[/li]
[li]Being faced with his own Helplessness whenever he is, indeed, Helpless[/li]
[li]Incompetence[/li]
[li]Failure (for him, it's not even an Option)[/li]

Weaknesses ;;
Cassius would lay down his life for the group- a display of devotion that very well may get him killed one day. He also rushes in life, leading him to miss vital details sometimes, a trait that- luckily- doesn't carry over int his work as a medic. He also just can't bring himself to relax- always going, always tense. But besides the obvious flaws, Cassius is also losing his hearing in his left ear- something he hasn't told anyone. He doesn't plan to, it's a weakness that could be exploited. At least, that's what he sees- not the potential help he could receive. Honestly, he has some trust issues that are, in his opinion, well justified. As calculating and cynical as he is, Cassius' main liability is his blind faith in himself. In his own utter arrogance. He doesn't listen well and chooses to ignore all the possibilities, only focusing on the ones deemed imperative. This flaw could lead to the utter disaster of a well-thought strategy. Although he presents an impressive, if not convincing altogether, argument and reasoning for his actions- whether they lead to triumph or ruin.

Detailed Appearance:
Cassius has curly-wavy hair of a hue so dark, it's almost black. This style, which he tends to keep rather short, can often get messy or out of control- especially in the mornings or humid air. Not that he bothers with keeping it well-kept, anyway. However, Cass tries to keep his hands as sterile as possible when he thinks there may be need for his assistance. After all, treating a wound with bacteria-infested tools or hands could lead to an infection- which is even worse. Otherwise, Cassius's skin is blemished with freckles all along his nose, speckling his cheeks and dancing along his face. His dark-brown eyes are plain and rather dull, however, if you really take the time to examine him, Cassius holds a look of deeper understanding and maturity. His lips are often pale and cracked, as they are usually chapped from lack of care for himself. That's another thing about our Medic, he would rather pull an all-nighter with a patient, rather than let himself to sleep. Not that he'd get much rest, anyway. The bags under Cassius's eyes and his unkempt cloths betray the nightmares that plague him. So, he just stays awake for most of the night, which isn't a solution. And he knows this. Just another insignificant detail swept under the rug. Cassius's clothes are usually ragged or dusty- basically anything that he's managed to scavenge so far. He has a trusty pair of combat boots- his own, actually- and a rugged jacket suitable for most weather. Otherwise, he wears whatever. However, of someone were, to say, go through his stuff, they'd find a military uniform neatly folded, and hidden away in a duffle bag he usually keeps medical supplies in. On the arm of the uniform is a patch with a red cross on it, along with a caduceus. Maybe one day, Cassius'll share the story behind this uniform. Other than the obvious practicalities, Cassius wears a pendant, strung upon an orange nylon cord, around his neck. The metal pendant, thick as it is, has a pole on one side of it with a lone snake wrapped around it. Next to this is an american flag turned vertically with only twenty stars, instead of the recognizable fifty, and the usual thirteen stripes. Underneath the colorless engravings in an inscription, reading in all-capital letters, "To Conserve Fighting Strength". This is something he has, so far, never been seen without.

Any family?:
No.
I mean, not anymore, at least.
He used to have a younger brother, parents, but they're gone, now.

Romantic Interest:
I-It's complicated.
Cassius has never been much on trust,
But
There's a certain girl, a strong, unbeatable girl, that he just can't get over.
Who knows, maybe it's just a high respect that Cass holds for their leader, Lilica.
Maybe not.

Relationship Status:
No visible advances.

Other:
'I Will Obey To Survive'

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Username:
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Roleplay Sample:
Pop! Pop! Pop! The rapid pattering of firearms exploded in the air. The ground shook as someone removed the pin from a grenade and released it. There was no telling who was throwing what or who was shooting at whom through the anarchy that was a battlefield. Cassius rushed beside his comrades as they raced for a makeshift camp of their's, just beyond the Safe Zone. Between their arms was an unconscious soldier, dead weight, motionless. An adversary awaited behind every turn, ready to spring out. Cassius quickly unloaded all the rounds within his pistol. The terrain was rough and the ruins of used-to-be homes littered the landscape. Soon, they were in the clear and the unconscious soldier was placed on a tarp. He was hard to look at- young guy, probably joined to pay for University- and his face was smeared with dirt, his uniform crusted over with blood. His uniform was ripped on the left side, and ended at the elbow. From there, the soldier's arm ended, too. Cassius gathered supplies, barking orders at frantic soldiers as he gathered a wire and began to wrap the stub tightly, cutting off the circulation. Cassius's uniform was rough on his skin, and too hot as he worked as quickly as he could. They were going to save this kid's life, they were- "Moore! Where's that Hydrogen Peroxide?!" The Captain-ranking soldier appeared for only an instant before there was an earth-shattering boom. A wave of heat and debris washed over the makeshift camp. And everything went dark.
Suddenly, Cassius wasn't there anymore. He was in a dark room, particles of dust crowded the air. Where was he? How long had he been here? Names raced through his mind: Richard White, Mateo Villaneta, John Williams, Lucas Tate, Miranda Reynolds, LisaMarcusJayNoahDavidBethanyRobert- He could remember all their names. Whether they fought with him, went M.I.A, died, or-
He had to stop thinking like this.
Cassius unclenched a white-knuckled hand he didn't realize he had been holding from around his pendant. With a groan, he got up and slung his duffle bag across his shoulder, and left the old building. He wasn't touring in a war zone, he was here. Now. The sun was setting. And the apocalypse had already arrived.
And it was time to move on.

Activity:
I try to be on everyday, but my schedule does include school, so it'll be a bit later.
Woe is the Hopeless student
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OOC: Could I roleplay as one of them, too? If not, that's fine! I wouldn't take anything personally.

Bumpsies ~ !

People get busy, I'm sure there's a good reason for the delay. :)

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Name:
Fernstep

Gender:
♂

Age:
37 moons
(roughly 3 years)

Rank:
Warrior
(Unless you have another suggestion?)

Looks:
Named so after his tall, noble form and long gait, Fernstep looks foreign compared to the other Clan cats. The texture of his fur is different, unable to shed water and without a glossy shine. His coloration makes camouflage near-impossible, making hunting a task more strenuous than it should be. At least he's a quick runner, able to chase down rabbits and mice with ease.

Personality:
Fernstep is rather laid back, if not a bit uptight. His loyalty may be questionable, though. Not only is he originally from another clan, but he also puts his own self-interest above Trialclan's, even if it isn't totally apparent to the members. Except for Riverpaw, though. He'd do anything to protect her. He's basically been her father figure most of her life, even if they aren't related. Riverpaw has this same connection with him, too, even if she knows they aren't related. However, recently she's been acting out against Fernstep, prying into his shared past with her. He would rather keep that secret what it is, though- a secret. Which frustrates Riverpaw to no end. They butt heads a bit more than usual, now. Although, Fernstep will never stop caring about her, and he'll always feel the need to protect her.

Crush/mate/kit(s):
Mmmaybe?/Wanted/Wouldn't mind...

Other:
Some time before, when Riverpaw was still just a young kit, there was a clan not so faraway from Trialclan. Before they ever had the chance to make themselves known, they were ravaged by a pack of wild dogs that were merely passing through. All the cats, every single member- from the queens, to the elders, to their oh-so noble leader- died. All except one lone warrior and a tiny kit. Fernstep isn't proud of that day. He tried to fight, but saw how utterly hopeless it all was. So he ran. He tried to warn the others, but they wouldn't listen. And he ran and ran andranandranandranandran, until he finally came back. They were all dead. All but a pathetic, mewling kit, trapped under the used-to-be Nursery. So, Fernstep gave every last one one of his former clanmembers a proper burial, and sat vigil for them that night. And then the next night. And then thee next. Until, finally, he got up, gripped the starved kit by its tiny scruff, and moved on. It wasn't long before he came upon Trialclan. The leader welcomed him and the kit warily, but it wasn't long before they had settled in and the kit had been fed by one of the nursing queens. As far as that kit, now known as the young Riverpaw, knows is that she belongs to Trialclan, even if her sort of foster-father, Fernstep, doesn't. And he doesn't want her to know anything beyond that.

Name:
Riverpaw
(Later to be known as
Riverleap)

Gender:
♀

Age:
11 1/2 moons

Rank:
Apprentice

Looks:
Besides being a slender, dark-pelted she-cat, Riverpaw looks just as different from her peers as Fernstep does, with foreign features and different fur. Her dark complexion contrasts stunningly in the mossy forest, however she is a skilled huntress- especially in the evening. For this reason, she often takes the night patrol.

Personality:
Riverpaw has always been rather reserved, with maybe a bit-too-serious edge to her. However, her ambitions are well-guided and she's an aspiring young she-cat, if not a bit impatient. Not usually one to question orders, recently Riverpaw has been acting out; she's been rebelling against Fernstep's guidance, accusing him of being overbearing and overprotective. She used to look at him in the highest respect, next to her mentor and leader, but now- who knows? Riverpaw is clever and questioning, knowing all the right questions to ask all the right people.

Crush/mate/kit(s):
Crookedfoot/Nope/Nu-uh

Other:
Face the Trials...[/justify]

Could I join, as well? ;)
(If not, then that's okay :))