Posts by AgentKitty

Name: Alexander Vandeer

Age: 16

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. So, generally a person who tries to make others happy.

Appearance: [img width=510 height=281]http://s5.best-desktop-wallpap…7859da7c9e438250a5306.jpg[/img]

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.

OOC: Wait wha. Who'd you tie up? x'D I'm so confuzzled. *Grabs popcorn and watches what goes on at the museum. Through being an omnipotent role-player.*

Tracky tracky track track track!!

The apprentice's ears flicked, along with his tail. Slowly walking closer, he lifted his left paw. Leaping to his left with his right paw, flicking his left down, he skid to the side, pushing off his hind legs to try to head-butt the older tom's lower side.

c: Yaaaay.

Shatteredpaw flicked his tail with annoyance - he thought Lionleap wouldn't be this fast. Shaking his head a bit, he slowly stepped forward. In cases like these, he would have just hissed and clawed at them until they tried to strike back, but he knew he couldn't do that here. He hissed, and dashed to Lionleaps rear.
However, he zig-zaged, trying a head-butt towards the chest.

OOC: c: Anyone in here play InFAMOUS before?

Shatteredpaw sent a quick paw to his mentor's ear. Purring, he slowly stepped off, and flicked his tail, "Mwuaha..And after you got them on the ground, you just bite into their throats! Ah, I got it all figured out." He nodded.

"Well, I wouldn't attack them unless they were attacking me - and if they were attacking me, assumtions would base they'd want to kill or harm me. Better them than me, right? That's what Crackedfang always told me." He nodded, flicking his tail lazily, back and forth.

He shrugged gently before rolling onto his back with a purr, "Maybe, but what would stop them from rounding back up after I get them down and kill me? I guess I've gotta be a real judge of character!.. Hm.. What else are we learning today?"

Shatteredpaw flicked his tail, and smiled. "Y'know, I've been thinking of a little trick one could use with multiple oponnents. Obviously if you're someone not very experienced, so it would allow them to escape. If you're being rushed at by several cats, you could jump as high as you could at the last moment! Maybe make it where you land on one, then jump onto the other, and the other and run." He suggested, nodding in approval.

"Mm.. Lionleap? What if you're going up against someone a lot larger, stronger, than you? How do you beat them in a fight?" He questioned, tilting his head.

Crackedfang growled; despite his hurting, slightly bleeding gums, he was growling loud enough for most to hear. His claws were kept unsheathed, his stone-cold face brisked with his dark gray fur as he walked. His claws sunk into the earth, his tail lashing furiously. "Jaystar!" He meowed to no one in particular, before moving into the medicine cat's den. His muscles rippled under the thin coat cats called a pelt, his face looking more youthful than before - possibly from the anger. "Sandstorm! Where is Jaystar?"

Crookedfang sent a small glance to Dewdrop before huffing, "Hope they come soon. Sounds like a large litter." His voice had softed once he had saw the younger soon-to-be-queen, and turned. Racing off to the leader's den, he grumbled and waited.

Shatteredpaw blinked, glancing at his uncle, and watching him. He looked like a horrible storm. "Uh - Lionleap, y'know what's up?"

"What would a great attack be?" He questioned, slowly rolling onto his back. He lazily began pawing at his mentors underbelly with a playful purr. He was entertaining himself with this, though even he himself didn't really know how this was fun. He pouted, and quickly rolled back onto his own belly before looking up, "A finishing blow? How would you finish a fight without a death?"

Crackedfang whipped his tail from side to side before giving a small, obviously annoyed, purr. Walking towards Jaystar and Sandstorm, he tilted his head with a smile, "Sandstorm, do you mind if I steal your lover for a moment? There are things I'd like to ask of him."

Shatteredpaw squeeked, and began thrashing around playfully as he was pounced upon. Twitching, he stuck his tongue out and played dead, not helping but to snicker and grin as he tried his best to stay still with the other cat on top of him.

"I wanted you to make me a warrior again. I can't live as an elder! It's... It's too soft - too boring! I hate it!" He stomped a paw, his voice lowering just a bit, "I hate every part of it. Not being able to do a thing for my Clan.."

The Real You...

{ Name }
Alexander Vanguel

{ Age }
17

{ Gender }
Male

{ Personality }
Alex is prideful of his abilities to keep his identity a secret. However, he enjoys reading, and peace/quiet. Not much else to say beside he likes to practice martial arts (though when in this ego, he goes slower, more beginner-like.)

{ History }
Alexander had always been a very soft-spoken kid, though with a light heart. He seemed always bored, never really being able to hold onto a hobby until his uncle started coming around. With his uncle being a martial artist, he began teaching his nephew. So, fast forward a few years later, Alexander has learned a good number of martial arts - Karate, Judo, Boxing, Kick-Boxing, Command SAMBO, the whole nine yards. Well, he gets bored again. What better way to clear boredom than to commit crime? Or help prevent it.

Your Second Self...

{ Alliance }
Neutral (Anti-Villain // Anti-Hero)

{ Hero/Villain Name }
Stormbringer

{Costume }
Answer Here

{ Powers }
Lightning Manipulation | Elemental Regeneration (If he is absorbing electricity/lightning, he regenerates.) | Adoptive Muscle Memory

{ Weakness }
Without glasses or contacts, he has horrible vision. Because of the way he was taught, if someone fought him, and then his alter ego, they could probably glue the pieces together

{ Nemesis }
*Happily waits.*

{ Other }
Meow! c:

Aw! x3 You better sign up soon!

"I still have claws!" He hissed, digging the thick, slightly blunt claws into the dirt. It was odd for him to have gotten so upset so easily, and about what? It'd be hard for most people to tell, considering he just went on a little walk.

Accepted~! c: