Posts by AgentKitty

Hi there, so, I've been wanting to create an InFAMOUS role-play.

This would be post InFAMOUS 2 Good Karma Ending, with Second Sons not happening. So, no D.U.P. and such. Anyone want to plot and fetch ideas with me? C:

Which branch of the military was on the mission? owo Or is it just a little team of the best? Either way, track~! :DD http://www.militaryfactory.com/ranks/index.asp

Username: AgentKitty
Name: Shatteredpaw (Stomkit -> Stormpaw -> Shatteredpaw -> Shatteredsoul)
Gender: Male
Age (In Moons): 12
Position: Neo-Fighter
Written Description: Unlike his father and uncle, Shatteredpaw is actually a very small cat. Being about as small as most kits, or maybe newly-turned apprentices, most would question why he'd want to be a fighter. He is a black cat, with a white under-belly and locket; his muzzle is tinted very light grey, and his left paw is white. His tail is a bit longer than average, giving him a bit of better balance.
Personality (No "meet me!"s): Shatteredpaw is a fairly happy person, always trying to make others smile. He prides himself on being extremely fast, even for his size, and feels he has a good sense of tactical analysis. He's rather caring, giving him a bit more than one or two nick-names. Despite this, he can be venomnous and sharp-tongued when angered. He has a long fuse, but the longer it is, the larger the bomb so to speak.
History: Born to Twistedtail and Rosedrop, Shatteredpaw lived in the Clan since. Nothing much to say besides him becoming a Neo-Fighting after his uncle had broken his fangs/jaw.
Kin: Twistedtail (Father - M.I.A.) Rosedrop (Mother - M.I.A.) Crackedfang (Uncle- Alive)
Crush/Mate/Kits: Goldenfall (If that's okay. C:) / None / None
Other: He had asked his name to be changed after his uncle, to kind of give a bit of a resemblance.

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Name: Crackedfang (Rattlekit -> Rattlepaw -> Rattlefang -> Crackedfang)
Gender: Male
Age (In Moons): 56
Position: Elder
Written Description: Stunningly large, broad shouldered cat. With dark grey, almost a black pelt, Crackedfang would still be a warrior if not for his broken - well, everything. A smile would reveal only one or two, maybe three fangs. He has a right nicked ear, and a scar-lined body. His muscles are obviously worked to the core, rippling with each step. Besides this, he has beautiful blue eyes.
Personality (No "meet me!"s): Crackedfang is a fairly friendly cat. He's hard on other cats he think don't work hard enough, or break the rules for no reason. Crackedfang doesn't believe in following the rules because they're rules, but follow them if you feel they're right. If that makes sense. He's bitter towards most other Clans, and is usually on a more violent, war side of arguments. He is known to order people around, despite the fact that he isn't really in the position.
History: From birth, Crackedfang was born with an extreme talent with his teeth. Because of this, and his very quick movements, he was known by the snake - a Rattlesnake. After his first few battles, and at the age of thirteen moons, he was promoted to a warrior as Rattlefangs. (Some cats bitten would sometimes say they got easily infected, and seemed to hurt more than normal.) However, around his 39th moon alive, he was fighting two cats, rogues he recalls. He slipped from a high branch, and hit his mouth on some of the roots. Now, he gets his nephew to take care of him.
Kin: Twistedtail (Brother - M.I.A.) Rosedrop (Step-sister - M.I.A.) Shatteredpaw (Nephew - Alive)
Crush/Mate/Kits: None/Dead/None
Other: Though he has no teeth, he's still pretty vicious. But who would keep being a warrior after breaking their best weapon?

Hope this is okay. c:

owo Ooh, thank you! c: *Flies to thread.*

Shatteredpaw stepped out of the elder's den; most cats knew he lived there more than the apprentice den due to his uncle's constant need. (Well, he felt like he needed him, anyway.) His ribs could be seen just barely pressing against his pelt, despite the blood staining his light-grey muzzle. If he wasn't so small and innocent looking, he'd look fairly scary. He felt a bit bad - he knew that there had to be at least one cat in the Clan that thought he was taking extra food. Flicking his tail the direction of the fresh-kill unintentionally, he began towards it, his pelt growing a bit hotter with every step, his eyes glancing over to Goldenfall every few steps before bending his head down to take a small mouse in his mouth. "Hey there, Jaystar." He meowed rather fondly.

Crackedfang snarled down at the large shrew his nephew got for him.. Well, was it a shrew? If it was, it must've gotten run over by over twenty monsters. It was torn and ripped to shreds, though it was obvious that Shatteredpaw had done this act so he could eat it. Sighing with a hint of gratitude in it, he began eating the mush.

"Crackedfang is.. Being Crackedfang. Guess I can't really blame him, y'know?" He sighed gently, slowly tearing open the mouse and licking the blood before starting on the actual meat. His eyes darted to Goldenfall for just a moment before back to Jaystar, "So, Jaystar, have you heard any news?"

"While on patrol.." He began, though leaned down and took a bite of the mouse before talking again, dropping that sentence completely, "Well, I mean, have you heard any news about any other Clans by ours? Or.. Maybe anything about loners? A few nights ago, I think I was awake, and.. I was just listening to some other cats talk. Then again, maybe I was just tired and dreaming." He shrugged, beginning to take rather greedy bites from the mouse, slowing down once he remembered that small bites were best.

Crackedfang walked out from the den; despite his aging pelt, most would probably agree he looked fearsome. Cold, blue eyes, with a large body. Walking forward, he sat a few tails away from Goldenfall, "Goldenfall, will you come and watch over this old fool as he takes a stroll?" He questioned, flicking his good ear, "I mean, after you're done. Who knows, maybe you'll catch a few things on our walk. What'cha say?"

Crackedfang's snarl revealed itself as the healer talked to him, though it slowly calmed down. He didn't know why, but he never liked any healers.. Probably just because they couldn't repair his fangs, even though he knew it wasn't their fault, "I'm doing fine." He stated, "And yourself?" With his tail twitching, he purred and nodded, "Wonderful. I'll be talking to Sandstorm until you're ready. When you are, give a little meow." Turning, he slowly limped towards Sandstorm, giving a playful whine. "Oh, Healer you've gotta help me, it's something horrible.."

Shatteredpaw's tail flicked from side to side before lifting his head, "I already fed him, so if it's about extra food, tell him to grow new teeth and hunt." He grinned. Low blow, he knew, but he knew his uncle would laugh at it. Slowly pawing the ground to bury the mouse, he resisted the urge to steal a few more glanced at Goldenfall.

Crackedfang slowly fell beside the healer, slowly laying a paw on her pelt, "S-Sandstorm.. I-.. My teeth are gone!" He whined, before beginning to cackle. Rolling onto his other side, he looked into the sky and blinked, "Mm.. Maybe when I get back I'll give you all a story."

Shatteredpaw nodded with amusement, "You haven't had teeth for a while." Purring, he licked his paw and smiled up at Goldenfall; his pelt began growing with heat, "T-true, b-but I mean.." He looked away, slowly scratching at the ground, "U-um.. I mean, h-he's already eaten a lot, he just likes the t-taste!"

"Oh, don't baby the poor thing, Goldenfall." He grinned. Feeling the paw prodding his side, he growled playfully before nipping at her. Slowly standing up, he beamed down at his nephew, "Besides, my little nephew has been wanting to go out.. He always tells my how he imagines things different without someone holding his tail through the whole walk."

Shatteredpaw's face would have brightened with red! If, y'know, he was bald. He gently scratched the earth, gulping, "W-well, I mean, it must be a bit.. Scarier without experienced people with us apprentices." He shrugged, looking away. "U-um, no. No thank you, I really have to um.. Do some things around the camp. I promised Jaystar.

"Sure," the large black cat meowed assuringly, "but I'm more or less going for a walk. Heh, and to talk." He nodded before standing. Playfully prodding Sandstorm's side with an extended, blunt claw, he grinned, "Don't feel to good now does it? Proddin' an old elder like that!" He purred before beginning to exit the camp, taking slow walks to get everyone caught up.

Shatteredpaw looked down at his bloodied paws, blinking and wiggling as he slowly cooled off.

"Alright!" He nodded, licking his paw to unruffle his chest fur. Turning quickly, he pranced to Whisperstep, his tail flicking with anticipation. Slowly moving in front of her, his blue eyes shinning seemingly, he smiled and tilted his head, "Whi~sperstep?" He meowed, sitting in front of her, "Are you or Oakbranch about to train your apprentices soon - can I come?" He jumped into a quick, obviously sloppy crouch before jumping to the side - he must've been excited.

Crackedfang let out a small cackle as the two caught up. Beginning down a trail he use to go down a lot, he flicked his tail back and forth, "Jaystar, since you're here I might as well talk to you to. Mm.. Two birds with one stone, sounds good?"

"Ultimately, the leader decides whom mentors the apprentices. I was going to see if Goldenfall would mentor him - she's small like him." He smiled, not yet realizing she was a hunter. "I would train him myself, but.." He paused, leaving the sentence alone when his nose twitched, "You smell that? It smells foreign. A rogue?" He questioned his own mind. "Not here?"

Shatteredpaw smiled, glancing down to his paws with a small purr, "I know I certainly am ready..! O-oh hey, Whisperstep?" He tilted his head, "Are you.. A fighter or a hunter?" He questioned the she-cat. "Ah! Thank you, Whisperstep!" He hopped lightly, before slowly settling down.

Crackedfang snarled lightly; he didn't think much about rogues or loners.. As individuals - groups? Sure. A traveling Clan would be rough, he believe. Following his leader, he tucked down, sliding across the ground like a snake.

Shatteredpaw's eyes lit up, jumping back and purring, "Ca~n you show me some of your awesome moves?" He smiled again, standing on his hind paws to playfully swat at the air.

Crackedfang stood beside his leader, puffing out his chest; when he wanted to, he seemed to be able to grow in size! Or, that could be from moons of training how to make his body look just right. He stood still, waiting - watching.

"I would be delighted!" He meowed, nodding quickly and glancing around; he was becoming impatient, even though he knew it was a bad thing.

[font=georgia][color=black] Alexander || Vulneer

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Age ➵ 16
Gender ➵ Male
Personality ➵ Alexander is a smart, obviously tactical person who likes to think before a battle. He is generally a very laid back person, usually pretty risky and uncaring about his life. However, when it comes to his teammates, he can get a little protective. Cocky, and some would say, arrogant, about his abilities. When challenged, he becomes increasingly aggressive, but also gets a bit better, per say. Begins getting less careless, though still risky. So, happy, laid back person who tries to make others happy as well.
Class ➵ First Year
Rank ➵ Student
Did You Go To A Combat School? ➵ No

Weapon ➵ "StormBringer" Three transformation:
Gloves: When the metal has been seperated and forged into gloves, they wrap up to about the middle of his forearm. At the fingertips/fist, they are sharp; small holes are at the end that spew out dust. (I think I can make this where it kinda shoots out air? Correct me if I'm wrong.)
Ninjato: When the two metals combine, it creates about a 19 inch ninjato, with the handle being one handed. Single edged; holes at the very end of the hilt.
Katana: With the rest of the metal, formed inside the blade, it expands to a 26 inch blade, with a 9 inch hilt. Holes appearing on the hilt.
Other Weapon(s) [shield, etc.] ➵ Nope!
Skills ➵ Martial Arts | Tactical
Strengths ➵ Faster than average | Vast knowledge of hand-to-hand combat |
Weaknesses ➵ His eyesight sucks | Can not really use ranged weapons | Sloppy if he hasn't planned.
Ambitions ➵ To find someone, or something, that could easily best him.
And then defeat them afterwards.

History ➵ Alexander led a fairly boring life. Living among his high-class family, he was usually given what he wanted. Because of this, he began to not appreciate life to it's fullest. Once hearing about the Grimm attacks (being only exposed to it around ten,) he had.. Politely asked his guardians if he could start taking private lessons in combat and body 'perfection' instead of piano and musical lessons.
Family ➵ Danny Vulneer (Father) - Alicen Vulneer (Mother)
Crush ➵ None~
BF/GF ➵ None

RP Sample ➵

Other ➵ Hai! owo Hope this is all okay.

Lionleap! x''D I love him!

Shatteredpaw's ears perked up as he watched his mentor stumble out of the Fighter's Den. Personally? To him, the older tom looked a bit like a cat high on catnip. Crouching onto his belly, flicking a tail towards Whisperstep to insist she watch, he slowly began crawling closer to his mentor. Five, four, three.. Leap! He jumped, hissing in a playfuly tone as he jumped for his clan-mates back, claws sheathed.

From the initial bounce, he rolled off of the larger cat's back, his face kinda puckered in what seemed to be joyous surprise. Jumping to his paws, he leaned down, his rear held high as he pawed the air, "I'd consider that training! You have to admit, that was a good leap!" He nodded, jumping back - then to the sides. "Hehe, besides, you slept in too late!"

"It is if you're thinking about it as a punishment, or if I'm thinking about it as training." He purred with amusement, slowly walking to the other side of his mentor. Slowly sheathing and unsheathing his claws, he lightly clawed at the ground, his tail flicking back and forth as he kneaded the ground. "So, what're we learning today?" He questioned his mentor, Lionleap, a small hint of mischievousness seemingly laced in his voice.