Posts by DrgnAlexandrite

Character Name: Sayne

Gender: Male

Alliance: Loner

Rank: N/A

Appearance: His fur is dark brown, with some black mixed in there. His eyes are affected by the sun- between steel blue and dark green. He has large paws, and an extraordinarily long tail. His right ear has a cut in it, and he has severe scarring on his right shoulder.

Personality: A bit harsh towards other cats, he nonetheless has a loving heart, and will protect his many allies of the forest with his life, if one dares to mess with them.

History: He was tossed out of a Clan he cannot at a young age(due to unexplained trauma which caused amnesia), and was brought up by a group of otters. Since that day, he has protected them for many threats posed by other animals, and by the Clans of the forest, and so has grown strong.

It's a twist on an old roleplay I did. Quite simply, he mananged to come across a group of otters at an extremly young age(less than a moon old) and they decided not to kill him, but to raise him as their own. I always make an unorthodox history- I don't like normalcy :P

She looked out over the plains from her peak, watching, waiting. She did this often, now that the humans were starting to move closer and closer to her mountain. She sighed as the sun dipped lower over the horizon. She was a young dragoness, beautiful dark violet scales covering her body, with eyes to match. She kept in shape like no dragon before her- she had an almost catlike physique, especially with the longer legs she possessed. Only a few dragons in every third or so generation had them, and she was one of them. Despite all that, she was alone, even after her fifty years of making sure this mountain remained hers.

But it was to no avail. Soon, she would be forced out by the humans, and then she would have to find new hunting grounds, where she would likley starve. But it was not to be worried about at present, as she saw a large caravan carrying a covered wagon, likley trying to shield whatever goods they had from her. They were to be taught a lesson

She swooped down the side of the mountain, almost colliding with the ground as she sped towards the humans. A bolt of fire, and half of them were gone. On her second swoop, she landed on a half dozen of them, and swiped the rest of them with her tail. She looked at the covered wagon, and noticed just now how immense it was. She pulled off the cover to find another dragon, bound tightly with leather straps. She quickly tore through the cheap iron bars, and hefted the young male out. Cutting his straps, she noticed the injuries around his neck, shoulders and mouth, which were usually associated with saddling.

((This is open to anyone willing to write in detail and depth. I need an advanced RPer to play the dragon my character just rescued))

What if we were to say it was six moons before he was 'adopted'? I can mod my story to match

Ok, then, I'll figure some event out. Thanks :)

Character Name: Eltua
Character Age: Two Winters
Gender: Female
Alliance: Loner
Rank: N/A
Appearance: Eltua is a winter kit, with both the coat and personality to match. She has long white fur, and beautiful gray eyes to match. Her large paws, with claws to match, help keep her above the snow, and her large ears help her hear over the roar of the winter wind. The tuft at the end of her long tail can easily wipe her tracks away, so that she can bury her long fangs into the neck of any unfortunate prey. Her long, low, sleek body, along with her sharp muzzle, can help her bury under the snow for an ambush. The only cosmetic feature, in her opinion, is her 'obvious' good looks, and her ear tufts.
Personality: Eltua is not a she-cat to be trifled with, nor one to underestimate. She has been known to take out patrols by herself before they even knew they were being attacked, but she only does so when she feels she is being threatened. In her previous Clan, however, she was known as a den mother, one that could be relied upon to keep peace, and one who was good with everyone. But with that Clan's demise, she has become cold, and has failed to show that side since. She now despises the warm weather, and usually follows the cold weather north for the summers. But for some reason, she decides to stay in this area((wherever this area might be in the current roleplay))
History: She used to be Deputy for a clan not of this region. She enjoyed the summers spend swimming, long hours in the sun. Even with her responsibilities, it was a laid back life. But that was before the Twolegs decided that they wanted the Clan's land as their own, and set the camp on fire, killing almost everyone, including Eltua's kit sister, Favang. After that incident, she left with the rest of the survivors, setting up a new, small, almost pathetic clan in it's small size. She soon after left, bringing only one with her, who died along the journey. Now she walks a shell of her past self, just waiting for someone to best her.
Comments/Other: She has a small leather strap around one ankle. Reasons presently undisclosed.

Roleplay Sample: She walks slowly, waiting for even the slightest sound or smell to reach her. The crunch of the deep snow beneath her did not impede her hunting, but rather helped it. She knew the forest animals would hear it at this pace, and assume it was something too small to be worth their attention. Well, that's what they got for being so stupid.

As she laid down on the snow, she noticed an odd color against the snow. It was... crimson? No, more of a cinnamon. And it was moving. Her mind betrayed her for a moment, dredging up memories of her sister, but she quickly pushed them away, and began her approach to cut off the moving shape. It seemed to be about the right size, and it's ignorance of her seemed to be about right. As it finally came into clear view through the heavy snow, she realized it was a fox cub, lost in the blizzard. She positioned to pounce, and quickly stalked forward, her white fur camouflaging her against the snowy background. Once she was able to move within a few feet, she pounced, her large paws pushing off the top of the snow. She drove the cub into the snow, and grabbed it roughly by the neck. She bit deep, hearing the fox squeal, and realized that she only had the scruff. She was about to bite the spine when the cub said something she recognized.

"What was that, prey?" she snorted, digging her claws into the cub's chest but a little.

"Fyeyn, tung oe tirey!" the young fox said, much to her suprise. This young cub knew the language of the land she once lived in, and was begging her to spare his life.

"Za'u fa oe" she replied, telling him to come with her. She would find out one way or another how this cub knew the language, and what else the cub might have known

Thanks!!! Oh, By the way, am I allowed to post on other people's character creation bios? I was wondering if I could comment on their charries. I know I'm not allowed to approve, but the last board I was on didn't want anyone besides mods posting on other people's character bios. Is it okay here?

Additionally, concerning this charrie, might I be able to later include the fox in one of my stories within the Warriors section? Maybe the fox clans later, but I'd like to be able to actually include the fox in the sample in my story. Mostly just for character building.

Eltua roamed around the frozen wasteland she now called home, her low body almost touching the snow. Her wide paws keeping her above the snow, she smelled through the snow in the way she had learned over so many moons. Suddenly, her tufted ears, white like the rest of her body, perked up, as she heard an unusual crunching in the snow. It wasn't her new friend, he moved quicker than that, and he sunk deeper. But something was moving. After a few seconds more, she determined that there were cats nearby. [i]Probably Clan cats, she thought as she stalked forward, ready to kill if need be.

She smelled a number of them, and immediately decided against attacking them. At least, for the moment. She walked calmly behind Nightmare and Kisa, and hissed for attention. "Names and allegiances" she growled, watching either for a move against her.

((Sorry to interrupt with the OOC, but do you guys want/need more members still? Sorry to say, I'm not going to join straightaway, but I'll work on a character app for a loner at present, that may join later, if you don't mind. I don't like just jumping into a clan, sorry :P))

A young female drake was about to grab the egg, when another dragon came down to watch it. She quickly hid behind the rock, and watched both the egg and the other dragon. She nodded to her younger friend, odd as she was, high up in the rocks. They had met young, but had remained steadfast friends, living alone around these parts. To see another dragon here, especially now, was rather suprising for this time of year, especially. She continued to watch the egg, and the dragon closest to it, ready to make a move and protect the egg if the dragon tried to eat it, like she suspected it might.

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/drag…sg2140925.html#msg2140925

I need a few people to help me out with this RP. I don't care much for skill level, it sometimes makes things interesting to have new people. But I would prefer people to write in greater detail. I need at least one advanced RPer to play the dragon I rescued in my first post, I do have some plans for him, but they're not restrictive to whoever takes control. I would like about 8-12 players, if that's possible. Any less, and I'm not sure my plot will be plausible. Too many, things move beyond my control. I promise I won't be a mean DM :P

Sayne walked among the trees, caring little if anyone saw him. He was going to murder the cat that killed his brother, and any cat between Sayne and that cat. He had heard from a source that the cat that had killed his brother had lived in ThunderClan, so that's where he was heading. He reached the camp border without incident, and circled around to the entrance. He quickly scanned, and didn't see the cat- not yet. But he would find him, one way or another.

"Who's the leader here?" he called out, watching the cats of the camp for any reaction that would lead him straight to his prey

Just throwing this out there. I was looking for my life where I could post a bio for a fox, and I couldn't find a good spot for my life. It just feels weird to post a fox with a bunch of cats. Do you think you can make a formatted sub-board for other animals, especially for the advanced RP? If possible, format it like you do the cat ones. Thanks

Character Name: HeartDeath
Character Age: Four Years
Gender: Male
Alliance: None
Rank: Death
Appearance: Simply seeing this being could kill most cats. The description among the few cats who have seen this cat-thing and lived have varied. Apparently, it either had dark fur, or is nothing but bones. Another account yet says both- that HeartDeath, as it has been come to be known, can burn off it's own skin. It's eyes are fire, and if it looks into another cat's eyes, it can see everything in it's soul in a moment. It can choose to kill a cat in that moment, if it so chooses. It appears to be a smaller cat, according to accounts. However, it does have long claws, if it has to engage combat. It's ears are torn to shreds, and one account told of the creature's feet burning scorch marks into the ground. But, nonetheless, these are all from frightened cats who just barely survived HeartDeath's wrath. The closest to a real description was one of burnt skin, odd eyes, and horribly long claws
Personality: One cat has met this cat, both in life, and... recently. In the past, he was a happy cat with many things going for him. He had not a problem with any cat, and was quite the diplomat, and an even greater warrior, who's greatest weapon was his agility. Now, in this... whatever it is, he has lost most, if not all, of what he once was. Now it takes life, not randomly, but as it should be taken, according to his old friend. It has killed, in the years since, at least a dozen cats lives. However, it is only seen when an evil cat's life is close to ending, or ready to end, and the cat will not let go of life, whether by means of will or other means. The death in these cases, if the cat in question will not simply give up life, is often bloody and slow.
]History: He used to be the ideal Clan cat- he was Deputy, had a beautiful mate, good friends, never had a problem with anyone. That was before the War. His mate and two kits were killed right before his eyes, brutally, before the other Clan tortured every member of his Clan, then burnt down the camp, with him inside of it. He was the only cat to walk out of the Camp that day. How it was done, is not known. Perhaps StarClan wanted a face to scare evil. If so, they have succeded
Comments/Other: Obviously, this is a character I don't expect to get too much use out of. It may come up in special roleplays, or if someone needs an epic death. That's about it.
Roleplay Sample: He was here for a reason. That was it. The reason, to put out of their misery those who would not die. He was not meant to die. He was still here for a reason. And so, in putting that reason to play, he finally found the Clan. Not just any, but the one that destroyed his Clan. And so, he would return the favor. As night fell, he entered the camp, not making a single sound. He walked into the leader's den, and saw there the image burnt into his mind. The cat that destroyed his life. He rasped, and allowed the leader to wake up. The leader woke up, and his eyes shot open, as did his maw, but the larger cat was unable to make a sound. He saw those eyes, and he immediatley knew who it was that was standing in front of him. HeartDeath slowly walked over and lifted the leader's neck with his paw. The leader reluctantly complied, and kept his head raised as the death cat bore it's claws across this cat's neck.

After that, he moved to the Warrior Den, where most were still awake, and the sleepers were allowed to live. The Elders were killed in their sleep, save yet another face he recognized. That one, he made bloody. He killed all of the queens, except a pair that were far too young to be queens. The Apprentices were all killed save one, all before they could make a sound. The one left, was mute, and could not. Last came the nursery. He would show no mercy, and kill the kits as his were killed- bloodily. He was about to walk into the nursery when a queen walked out, and saw him.

"Please, I know who you are, and I know what we did was wrong" she said, pleading to him. "Please, do not punish these kits for our sins" she added as she lifted her head. She looked at him from this odd angle and spoke. "Kill me. Kill me, with the promise that there will be no more killing here tonight, save my blood."

He spoke for the first time since that day. He whispered into her ear "Three kits live" in his rasping voice, before walking into the nursery. The queen tried as hard as she could to cover her ears, but she could not drown out the brief, yet painful squeals of the kits as the life was taken from them. She was crying by the time that he came out, and she saw with surprise that he had a kit in his mouth. He didn't even look at her as he walked out of the camp with the kit, leaving ten cats in what had been a Clan of at least forty. Three kits, three queens, an apprentice, and three Warriors who were sleeping. The morning to come would yet be difficult.

"What is your purpose here?" she asked bluntly, then added "If you wouldn't mind". She didn't like the feel of these cats, but then again, she didn't like the feel of most cats. But she set it aside, and closely watched the cats for aggressive movement

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/adva…sg2159751.html#msg2159751

This cat is probably not going to get too much use, even if it's allowed, but nonetheless, if you really want an over the top death, you've got it right here.

I can do requests for specific types of death, however, some will be unavilable to me. Preference: either simple slash across the throat, seperating the spine with a bite, or I could make it a bit more bloody, if you'd like. Either way, it will take some short time for me to arrange an entrance(which I have to do- I won't just walk in and kill your character), and find a reason to kill him. I mostly kill evil characters, BTW, so harming your good-guy pal next to you will get you killed if I'm still present :P

Sorry about the specifics, but I have a certain character, and I'd like to stick to it.

I happen to have a couple loners who might do the job, if you get in their way. I just need a few details about setting, and what your charrie is doing out there before I do it.

Character Name: Mawey

Gender: Female

Alliance: (What Clan/ Tribe? Or a loner or kittypet?): Loner/EC plot specific

Rank:Not currently available

Appearance: Mawey is a small, helpless-looking tabby she-cat with light brown eyes. She is pathetically small, just larger than most apprentices, and she has a few cuts in one ear. She walks as though avoiding any danger, but mananges to watch everything around her.

Personality: She is shy, and doesn't often associate with other cats, unless she needs help with something, with, unfortunatley to her, amounts to many things, seeing as she is so small. She is apparently afraid of many things, especially unknown cats. However, she is hoping to join a Clan for protection.

History: Unknown: To be revealed

Notes/Other: ............I'm thinking..........nope, can't think of anything else. I'm done here.

Alright, then, I can change the age, that's not a problem. As for him changing shape and having special abilities, I'm just overplaying that in description as 'myth', at this point. So few cats have seen him and lived, that they dramaticize what they have seen. His appearance is basically burnt skin, and he has a shade of brown that makes his eyes look almost cinnamon, though not quite.

Most of my story, I'm taking from the roleplay sample. I was thinking of just using some distant clans from many moons ago, that sort of deal, none of the main clans in this region. He has come to this region mostly to dispose of the kit that he took with him, and he will probably decide to stay here.

I'm now actually thinking about using him as an actual charrie. I was just going to use him as a killer for hire, but now... I think it might be usable.

"Your sister?" she asked. "You mean that dead, scrawny thing I just found on the path back there?" she asked, confused, then snorted. "And here I thought you were tough. Poor she-cat got killed by the simple frost" she said. "I was hoping for someone worth my time. Seems I missed again" she said, beginning to walk away