Posts by Theodore Tormenta

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  • come one, come all to the sideshow [OPEN - MASS TRAINING]

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]"I'll join too, if you don't mind," called the tom as he limped over. His paw and shoulder might be sore, but an enemy wouldn't take that into account to let him fight another day - no, an enemy would be more likely to take advantage of the fact. Theodore needed to train, needed to be strong and sure of himself.

  • PLAY THE (POSSIBLE) PLOT FAMILY OF MY CHARACTER?

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]CHARACTER NAME Theodore Tormenta
    MOTHER, FATHER, SISTER, BROTHER? Father
    CLOSE TO THEIR FAMILY? I'd like him to be close, but only after developed meetings and such
    BRIEF PERSONALITY unstable, gruff, detached, mournful
    PLOTS YOU WANT TO DO tbh all the plots sound exciting so I'll gun for them all (;
    PLOT SUGGESTION none that I can think of right now

  • come one, come all to the sideshow [OPEN - MASS TRAINING]

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]His weaknesses? Sure, he could do that. "I rely too heavily on my right side." Theodore had thought he'd been gaining the upper hand in quite a few fights when he'd slipped on his left forepaw or the shoulder on the same side had given out suddenly. It was never good to be down in battle, especially when it was a struggle to get back onto his paws, even without another cat on top of him. "You don't know any strength building exercises, do you?"


    His weaknesses done, the bicoloured tom paused a moment to ponder. "I know my right side is strong, and I'm rarely distracted in battle to allow someone to take me by surprise." He fell silent know, suddenly unsure if he'd said the right thing.

  • talking through a speaker ( open )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]The tom moved to the side and, with a tilt of his head, gestured for his Clanmate to involve himself in the painting if he so wished. He dipped his claws into yellow paint and watched as he pulled them across the canvas, creating adjacent lines. "I'm Theodore Tormenta. I joined a few days ago."

  • treasures of the land ( open )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]As Renegade had suggested to build up the strength on his weakened left side, Theodore had sought out a small copse of oak trees to climb. He'd never been a particularly strong climber before he was injured, but he tended to avoid tree-climbing now out of fear of humiliation. However, the feline was getting older now and a slip up in battle could mean more than a little humiliation - it could mean his life.


    This was why the black and white tom stood at the foot of a great oak now. The bark was soft and supple, the branches wide and at consistent lengths to each other. He'd take it easy for a while, he decided, bunching his muscles and exploding up the trunk.


    When he reached the first branch, gasping, Theodore was dismayed to see how little of the tree he'd progressed up. Surely not enough for his shoulder to be aching this badly already, his paw feeling this weak?


    He gritted his teeth against - what? Pain, fear, humiliation? - the pain, he decided, and launched himself onto the main frame of the oak, heaving himself up the trunk in a less than elegant style.

  • flicking stones at your window ( private )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]At the boarder that divided SunClan from an expanse of unclaimed territory, an ageing tom sat silently, spine tensed and single ear swivelling with each new noise that was brought his way by wind and creature alike. The expression of the tom was held a sliver of guilt, although such an expression was surely masked by the appearance of the face. For the tom was severely disfigured, with scarring than ran from his throat, past his maw and eye, to the tattered remnants of a dark ear. The gaze was a piercing yellow and scanned the surroundings incessantly.


    He was waiting for someone.


    Several days ago now, the black and white tom had sent a message via one very helpful bird, requesting that someone meet him here at sunhigh. It was almost sunhigh now, and he was anxious that his... that this other tom meet him on time. He'd only just learned of his very existence - although he should have expected this - and had been pleased to learn that this tom was in a Clan. He'd had no such luck finding this male's siblings, unaware as he was as to who they shared their loyalties with.


    The bicoloured feline shifted and examined the territory around him, letting out a regretful sigh for his past actions.

  • treasures of the land ( open )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Luckily for him, Theodore was quite adapt at concentrating, so he pushed himself onwards to the next nearest branch, then peered over the edge of it at Colouredfeather. "It's an old injury," he dismissed, feeling a little uncomfortable with the attention he had brought upon himself. However, he still answered the femme, although it was a little vague. He wouldn't want to be rude, after all. "An old battle wound," came the specification, "I lost a fight against some bigger cats when I was a lot younger." When he was about a year old, to be specific. That particular fight had also been the one that lent itself to most of his disfigurement: the scarred face, the tattered remnants of an ear, the heavy limp brought on by his paw and also his shoulder, which seemed to be the topic of discussion just now.

  • WHO BUILT THIS TOWN ( INVITE )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Theodore had neither a living sweetheart nor a girl, so he wasn't thrilled at the prospect of attending such an occasion. However, ever the gentleman that he was shaping himself into, the bicoloured tom gave a jerky nod to Colouredfeather and the visitor. "I'm sure Kate will be along soon."

  • Joining- Let's get this show on the road

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]"Welcome to SolsticeClan, then," the disfigured tom murmured, approaching the classy femme carefully. He paused in front of her, taking in her appearance with curious yellow eyes that hesitated as they swept over the feathers. Hopefully not another feather fanatic, as had been Basil's case in the Blackheart Rogues. That had been a little uncomfortable.


    "I'm Theodore Tormenta, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you like a tour?"

  • and i stepped aside ( open - joining )

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]By the stars, how long had it been? How long since he'd had somewhere dry to sleep? How long since he'd really lived with other animals, as part of a community? How long since he'd been able to get a full night's sleep, without some other, younger cat moving him on to claim the dirty resting spot he'd found for the night? Too long, that's how long. It had been far too long.


    Filmy yellow eyes surveyed the lush forest - filled to the brim with prey even in the midst of leafbare! - and the old tom moved forwards at a cautious pace. He knew he was trespassing, but the shelter the trees offered, the sheer warmth they offered after the wastelands he'd travelled through to escape the city, had been too much for him to resist.


    He hadn't recognised the scents from the boarder marker, so assumed it was a Clan ( or even a group ) that he hadn't come across before. Considering his track record, that could be seen as a good thing, despite its increased risk of attack. After all, what Clan wanted an old, half-starved tom wandering around in their territory? What Clan would even accept him into their ranks?


    That was why it was wiser to sneak into the territory, grab a bite to eat and get out without a scratch. Even the Gods knew that Theodore wouldn't be able to fight even a puny apprentice in his state.


    His belly rumbled loudly, reminding the bicolour just why it was that he'd ventured onto the bit of claimed territory. He needed to eat. His belly was shrunken more than it had ever been his whole life, and his muscles were quickly going to waste as his body fed on itself in order to keep going, to keep running, to keep surviving.


    It would probably be a kinder fate if these Clan cats did come across him and ended it right here.


    Scenting the air, Theodore dropped into a crouch, peering at a skinny squirrel. It might be thin, but as he saw it, the piece of prey had more meat on its bones than he did on his. It would sustain him for at least three days, he calculated, although that was if he could catch it first.


    He drew himself forwards, steps slow and calculated, if a bit heavy, amber gaze fixed solely on his next meal.

  • theodore's biography v.14563

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  • the ship is slowly sinking -- open, LithiumClanner

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://oi63.tinypic.com/29e6eld.jpg[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Theodore would limp over, acknowledging Akina with a polite twitch of his ear before turning his attention to the stranger. He didn't recognise the scent of the group that the femme was obviously affiliated with, nor did he recognise the femme herself. Was that troubling? Yes, on a personal level, it was, but he didn't think so on a wider basis.


    So, with his curiosity piqued, the bicolour would lean forwards, long-injured leg trembling slightly, anticipating the stranger's reply. And, despite, Akina already having asked for name and business, Theodore would ask his own question. "Who are you looking for?"

  • cry waves [open, ice skating]

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Frowning, the old tom would approach Akina at a hurried pace, though it was slowed by his limp. As always. Theodore was getting tired of always limping, but it looked like he'd be limping until the day he died. Or until the day he stopped walking places and sat in his nest all day.


    "Akina, wait!" He called anxiously, as he came up to the ice and pressed his own pink paw pad against it. Cold. Far too cold for him. "Are you sure ice is thick enough? You're aware that there's no one to pull you out if you fall in?" Stars, he couldn't imagine having no one to help him out of the icy water, but he was old and disabled, as much as he loathed to admit it, so he wouldn't be making any rescue attempts just yet.

  • truth bullet [open, movie night]

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://oi63.tinypic.com/29e6eld.jpg[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]The loud shout was what drew Theodore to the old movie theatre, not the tempting aroma of the popcorn, nor the excited mewls of the NPCs that were seemingly swarming through the open doors into the darkened room. No, Theodore had been sleeping, exhausted by the long trek to RiddleClan, and had been rudely awakened by the call.


    "A movie night, hmm?" The old tom purred, halting next to the femme with an irritated twitch of his whiskers. He was liking the sound of a movie night ( it brought him back to his days as a kit, naturally ) but Akina had still woken him up, and he wasn't above playing the Clan grump in order to make her the least bit sorry. "Are the films pre-selected? Or do we have an actual choice?" Unlike his actual choice in waking up.