<blockquote>[size=1]Hi,
My name is Azazel, although if you know me from elsewhere you know me as Shade. I am what you might call an... Advanced Rper. I have been doing this for around two years and become rather good at it. I come up with many creative ideas for cats, and characters and am always looking for fun!!
>>>Azazel.
Good to meet everyone!![/size]</blockquote>
<blockquote>[size=1]Hi and thanks for being so welcoming, :D.
@ Groovy, Do you have any Requirements set for you bios? I read the rules but I just want to make sure that I completely understand the "Bio Making Formula"
@ Dot, I am Actually a Graphics Designer, :P. But sure if you want to make some I always LOVE getting new images.
No my name is based off of the Yellow Eyed Demon on "Supernatural".
@ Stealthy, Lol I'll keep that in mind. 
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<blockquote>[size=1]Can I take one of the females??
I'm new and am still unsure about making my own character...:D.
Anyway if I can;;
[Is that what you wanted for the description? Cause ti said one could also be a silver kitty.?]
A silver she-cat with green eyes
I am on most all day everyday.[/size]</blockquote>
Cat's Name: <blockquote>[size=1]Curvedtalon
Cat's Age: 18 Moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Fur:
My fur is short, it appears to cling to my skin in such a way that makes me look small and feeble. It never fluffs, not even when it's wet, or when it is humid. I am reknown for being a small and scrawny tom who won''t grow much bigger than a small female warrior. I am what you might call feeble, but that is just on the outside. I am extremely hardened and strong. My claws are oddly curved, almost resembling that of a hawk's talon. My fur is an ashy mixture but of a cotton texture. Ash and Burnt wood mixed together to form my color, a dark blue-gray, marking me as a little bit russian blue, though I am also half Bengal, due to my mother. In the sun you can see my stripes, very faded and light they hide beneath my ashy pelt. Beneath that lies pale white skin, if there is a such thing as pale white. My legs are long for my size, and my body is of an excellent make, though, small and feeble. I sometimes feel as thought Adderpaw is disappionted to have such a worthless peice of fur under her name, but she respects me because of my mother, her twin. I am a very... disappionting being.
Eyes:
My eyes are the essence of beauty, thats what they have been deemed. In them reflects my feelings as clear as day, and as deep as an ocean.
My eyes are of a beautiful irony, how sweet and spectacular only to allow me such a frightening look. The overall eye is shaped much like a pecan, more rounded than sharp. Around my iris the blue is lighter and slowly etches away becoming darker and darker.I fear sometimes that my eyes strange appearance frightens others away before they meet me, causing them to wish me harm, worse than those who know of my true heritage already do.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Why not let you learn about me? I have nightmares, like Mother. I fear for their safety as well as my own. My persona is engraved into my every movement, my every breath. Some call me a romantic fool, but thats just them, Some say I'm a Freak for having dreams...If only they knew who my parents were. Most of all, though, I feel as though I am a disappointment to the clan as well as mother and father. I don't want to let them down, I want to become great like the asked of me. I was to let everyone have to chance to love openly and evenly... But it is a corrupted world we live in, it is so dreaded and horrible that sometimes I shy away from waking alone in the morning. I am so sick of Aunty Adders singing voice, and her beautifully crafted questions. I'm tired of how the apprentice cast's such mushy glances at Lostheart, I'm feel lost...just like him. It seems an endless abyss for me. I death that I am doomed to die. I fear for all of our safety, whatever it be. Perhaps someday I will speak to you about my dreams.But not now, no youngling you are not ready for the horror they bring. I am a brave little soldier, who can be bitter about my small size but I am most renknown for being quiet. and that is all that matters in this hell called life. I just want to be able to live life the way I want to live it without all these judements against me and my parents. They did the best they could even if that wasnt all the best in the best in the world for the children...us three. What ever would they do if we had been born Still? Woudl they have taken it as a Sign and forbidden their own love... some times I wish they had forsaken each other from their lives. Everything would be so much easier. I hate this weight on my shopulders, I am the only kit that knows about my brothers, and my parents.. Bramble and Raven think Snowrose is their mother but I remember my trip here, I remember my dreams.
</blockquote>History: <blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>History: My mother died when we were very young, and my father was soon to follow. I grew attached to the silence and hated to hear even the smallest noise. I had a younger brother, Cloudlesskit but he died when we were young of the plague deemed greencough. Soon after he died I was joined by a new litter of kits, I lated came to understand that they were my Aunt's litter and were my cousins. They were the most aannoying thing to happen to us since... I was made an apprentice a moon late, I think I was forgotten due to my silent nature, plus the queen that cared for me never wanted me to grow up. I excelled faster then my cousins did, they were the stronger of the bunch, but I was always smarter. My mentor was Thunderflare who trained Me to the best of her ability. I have not been alive much longer than apprenticeship, unfortuneatly and am not very well educated in the ways of the world, only the simple basics.
[blockquote]</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Roleplay Sample:
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In all reality, the young cat knew he could not stay in this state of sorrow, yet was ther eany life for him beyond it? He couldn't help but worry about what would happen if he Changed. He was a magestic beast, with sleek ebony fur and frozen honey eyes, but those eyes were full of everlasting tears. Tears of Sorrow, Tears of Misery, Tears of Agony. But that didn't matter in anyone elses life, and it shouldn't have interferred with his life as a Windclan warrior. But does anything work the way it should? Behind the creature of sorrow the sun was reaching it's high point of the day, bringing the gatherings closer with each passing breath. All around he heard the wind as is fled through the grass, whistling a retched tune. It was all a picture of beauty, of resilence, and was akin to a sweet melody. Indeed the land seemed perfect, aside from the quarrel with Shadowclan. I stood, waving my tail in some vain attempt to show spirit. It was just a lost cause, I was a lost cause. All around me other furry critters communicated, and shared tongues, the apprentices played and the kits complained. It was all normal, but I stuck out like a sore thumb, most here had light tabby pelt, mine was midnight. But that's not what was truly bad about this whole situation I had settled into, it was the fact that I denied all social contact with my clan. I simply went onto the moor during the day, and came back around sun-up. I hated the rivalry between the cats, the small quarrels that became wars. They were half of what seperated me from my true soul. With a sigh, that felt all too routine I exited the camp. I cast a glance backwards at the bramble door that had encaged me in that hell, and than I walked forward my pawsteps as confident as ever. That was what was difficult about me, I had a huge ego, but very little personality. Beneath my soft paw's I felt the moor shift, and the soft fingers of grass tickled my legs and body. THis was perfection, being all alone one this moor, with no troubles.
</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>I know the rp sample isn't for this cat, I apologize. It is just one that I have always liked.</blockquote> [/size]</blockquote>
This is a bit off topic but Binxat Dreamslay{lightening] in your spottedmask siggie is the quote from a Three Days Grace Song?
Yes both of his parents are of riverclan. I'm sorry it's so confusing I got alittle bit lost in some places, lol. He just talks about how he wishes his parents had forbidden each other, they were not fobidden lovers or anything like that.
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You were small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]He was a small tom, no bigger than a small female warrior, and he would not get much bigger. He had smaller bones due to his premature birth. Though he made not a good fighter he was quick, and extremely quick witted. He was more like a Windclan cat than his own lovely clan of Fish Hunters. The sun had just barely began to smile in through the brambles of the den, a den he feared he owuld never excell to. His fur was warmed by the wonderful firey orange gaze of the sun, the one and only thing strong enough to kill off the moon in the day. He stood to his full height, which was not very large, and he was known to be bitter about that. He yawned, stretching his long legs. This had been a nice way to start a new day.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=3]What if You were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]He smiled as he heard a familiar voice, a fellow warrior he had deteremined. He believe she was called Icescreech, and he knew she had an apprentice because of her words. He, like many others, hated the dawn patrol, but he had a duty that many denied. He had a determination he had had to form in replacement of size. She had a lovely voice, he noticed as he padded over to her, they were around the same size, and many woudl have made fun of him because of it. Dawn patrol? He had a melody of a voice himself, full of sweet ivory and it flowed easily from one word to the next. I'll come. He finally added, his voice barely more than a whisper.
OOC;;Sorry I tend to make my post alittle...Decorated. Lol. [/size]</blockquote>
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You were Small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]His smile widened, alighting his already beautiful features. He had strange eyes that were still classified within the norm, the were blue but they looked as though a shadow had been cast upon them. Wonderful. He murmured, again keeping his voice barely above a whisper. He ran his tongue over a small clump of dark gray fur that looked out of place. She herself was a rather pretty she-cat, as anyone would have thought, and of course Curvedtalon caught everyones true beauty. In his feeble ebing he had learned to accept creatures for what they were, not mere beasts.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=3]What if You were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]He was akin to a rock in color. He himself had been painted a lovely ash color, that was slightly darker than gray but barely lighter than black. Almost as if a burnt branch and ash had mixed together to form his color. Not that it was rare in riverclan, in fact many had the exact same coloring, it was merely his eyes that stood out. Where will we be patrolling? He asked, keeping his regular smile up. He was a good humored tom who loved to joke, and who loved to smile. Perhaps it was because of the very few times he was allowed happiness in his kithood.
OOC;; Thank you, But it wasn't all that great. [/size]</blockquote>
[[size=1]Kit you want:Ravenkit?
How active are you?: On at least five hours a day.
Role play sample:
[size=5]Ravenkit[/size]
[size=3]What if you Were Me?[/size]
<blockquote>He was but a mere kit at this point, Ravenkit. He was of a magical black texture, something resembling that of Burnt wood, better known as black. He enjoyed running around with his litter of three, the perfect little trio they formed. He had one sister a lovely auburn she-kit with blue orbs, and another brother by the title of Stripekit. He was differnet from them though, he felt darker on the outisde and something resembling it on the inside. He always wore a smile, pasted across his lovely ebony features, young Ravenkit. He was but another piece in his families puzzle.
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[size=3]What if You could Breath through my Lungs?[/size]
<blockquote>He had quick feet, for such a small being. With loving eyes he set out of the nursery, casting a glance around him. The camp was beautiful in it's own way. It had a sandy base with lovely stones engraved into some locations in the ground. The sun had began to shine once again throughout this lovely land and somewhere nearby you could the soft flow of the stream as it tripped over the pebbles, constantly flipping over and over. </blockquote>
OOC;; Eh not the best but, Hey, I tried.
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[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if you Were Small?[/size]
[size=1]<blockquote>That continous grin stayed even as his eyes became downcast in something resembling nervousness. He watched her as she ran her tongue over her paw, removing the small blades of emerald. His eyes followed it as it swayed back and forth finally coming to a halt on the sandy earth. Sure. he murmured in response to her words, again feeling his stomach flip. He was not used to being shown any sort of interest what so ever, besides the taunts about his size.
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[size=3]What if you Were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]This she-cat was something different than the usual, something was differnet about her personality, and her appearance. He had noticed her scars but overlooked them easily, many would look at his size and laugh hysterically. Mice are...Fun He said with a laugh, bringing his shaded eyes back up to meet hers.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=1]I'll enter, Also I used this as an Rp sample on my Most recent cat, so it has been joint used.[/size]
>>>Parting is Such a Sweet sorrow...
>>>From Juliet to Romeo in Romeo and Juliet
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What if You felt Numb?
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<blockquote>[size=1]In all reality, the young cat knew he could not stay in this state of sorrow, yet was ther eany life for him beyond it? He couldn't help but worry about what would happen if he Changed. He was a magestic beast, with sleek ebony fur and frozen honey eyes, but those eyes were full of everlasting tears. Tears of Sorrow, Tears of Misery, Tears of Agony. But that didn't matter in anyone elses life, and it shouldn't have interferred with his life as a Windclan warrior. But does anything work the way it should? Behind the creature of sorrow the sun was reaching it's high point of the day, bringing the gatherings closer with each passing breath. All around he heard the wind as is fled through the grass, whistling a retched tune. It was all a picture of beauty, of resilence, and was akin to a sweet melody. Indeed the land seemed perfect, aside from the quarrel with Shadowclan.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=3]What if alls you felt was Pain?[/size]
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<blockquote>I stood, waving my tail in some vain attempt to show spirit. It was just a lost cause, I was a lost cause. All around me other furry critters communicated, and shared tongues, the apprentices played and the kits complained. It was all normal, but I stuck out like a sore thumb, most here had light tabby pelt, mine was midnight. But that's not what was truly bad about this whole situation I had settled into, it was the fact that I denied all social contact with my clan. I simply went onto the moor during the day, and came back around sun-up. I hated the rivalry between the cats, the small quarrels that became wars. They were half of what seperated me from my true soul. </blockquote>[/size]
[size=3]What if You were me, For just a Day?[/size]
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<blockquote>With a sigh, that felt all too routine I exited the camp. I cast a glance backwards at the bramble door that had encaged me in that hell, and than I walked forward my pawsteps as confident as ever. That was what was difficult about me, I had a huge ego, but very little personality. Beneath my soft paw's I felt the moor shift, and the soft fingers of grass tickled my legs and body. THis was perfection, being all alone one this moor, with no troubles.</blockquote>[/size]
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You were Small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]I smiled at her kindness, she was a truely amazing beastess, much as I was on the inside. She made me feel...different, but not like a fish out of the water different, more like a "She-Likes-Me-Not-You" Kind of Different. I smiled and sat beside her, wrapping my long tail over my small paws. Ladies first, I mewed, noticing the bells in my voice once again, they were slightly annoying. I almost longer to run my tongue over her fur, rather than my own, a feeling I had never quiet understood before. I had never quiet felt it before. Or if I did I did not accept it as I did now.
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[size=3]What if You Were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]He smiled at her, not just smiling for the fun of it anymore. He wasn't truely hungry, though, he knew he had to eat. Especially in the morning, such as that Two leg saying about Breakfast being the most important meal of the day. It is indeed a very pretty day. He murmured, almost convusively on thought. He did not always know what he was goiing to say next and at times things just popped out, if you understand his meaning. He would make a strange elder someday.
OOC;; This post was a bad one, I'm sorry. :D[/size]</blockquote>
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You were Small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]He nodded, that annoying smile still pasted on his face. He licked his ashy fur to aviod meeting her gaze, the only gaze that had ever made the small tom nervous. Who is your apprentice? He asked scanning the apprentices den trying ot catch a glimpse at her student, who would one day join thme in their den. A den of sorrow and loneliness at times, one that most definatly had not treating him well.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=3]What if You were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]I felt my fur growing warm, but in pleasure not in discomfort. I couldn't help but laugh at my own ignorance, how had I missed this emotion in my inner searching? How had this one evaded me? Was it love? Was I just heat sick? Did she like me in a way that was loveable? Did she dislike me because of my size? I turned to face her a few words forming on the tip of my tongue, but when my eyes reached her I could not find them anywhere, it was as if someone had deleted them from silverpelt all together.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You Were Small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]He was a small tom, with really no hopes or dreams. He had no family left and merely a "Lovey Dovey" realationship with the She-cat Icescreech. He wasn't a depressed cat, in fact he always wore a goofy smile, that lit up his beautiful orbs. he was a dark gray tabby, he would have been a picture of perfection but he was no larger than a small female warrior. He remained scarless, still even tough he was always doing something stupid. Starclan had constructed him in an odd manner, he had long legs, but was short. He was small and feeble but he was beautiful. He was painted a masterpiece, as if ash and burnt wood had mixed together in a grand elixir to form his color. His eyes were a seperate piece of work, though; They were blue eyes that could be mistaken for normal until you saw them full on. They looked akin to a shadowed sapphire, they had a black tint... almost.
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[size=3]What if You Were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]He just longed for the familair silence he had harborred in the nursery. He wished for love that no-one could give him, he wished he could go back and save his parents, though; He was always a burden to them. Just a tiny feeble kit who would never be big and strong like his father. Those words were what hurt me the most when I reflected on my past. I cam efrom a very ahteful family, but even still... To your only child? When you thought he was sleeping? I was small, I understood, I also understood that there was nothing I could do about it. I was tiny naturally, and I had learned to live with it and so far only Icescreech had accepted me for who I was. That stung more than alittle. Hello? I asked hearing footsteps somewhere around but being unable to place who owned them or even where they were coming from.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You were small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]Curvedtalon watched the apprentice he ha dheard so much about train withher mentors. He loved watching the grace fo their interaction, and the simplicity in which the moved. Or appeared to glide. Females were of a wonderful grace, and had always held a special piece of amazment for him, in his small little body in his large heart.
OOC; Sorry it's so short.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You Were Small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]The small burnt ash tom turned around, startled by her announced appearance. She was another warrior that he had seen around, though; Never truely spoke to. It's fine, He murmured, smiling as was normal. He had a good sense of humor, never blaming anyone for anything ro even becoming angry. He simply shrugged it off as though it were nothing. That was half of what made him so unique, that and his small size. I'm Curvedtalon He mewed, uttering a greeting, in case he truely did not know the she-cat. She happened to be painted a lovely color of ivory and a few others that like his own seemed so oddly beautiful. He smiled again at the fact that they were around the same size, he would never grow larger. [/size]</blockquote>
[size=3]What if You Were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]I kept that familiar grin up, almost on routine. This was a normal schedule, Introduce myslef, have a simple conversation about the weather, and when I was lucky I would even get a negative comment about my size, but that no longer bothered me. In fact I had begun to feel very secure in my small but muscular form, I had learned to realize bodies were but the outline for the mind to fill. I supose you could call me open minded, though; I prefer fair. I gave everyone the chance I wished they had given me. How are thing for you? I murmured, self concious as always about my melodic voice that I persoanlly found annoying, though; others seemed to find it... beautiful.
OOC;Thank You, Yours to. [/size]</blockquote>
[size=5]Curvedtalon[/size]
[size=3]What if You Were Small?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]She reminded him of himself as a young apprentice, so excited and full of life. There was still alot of hope for her to become great, perhaps she would find a mate and have a litter of her own, or even become leader someday, his high hopes had vanished soon after his Warrior-Ship. He smiled and nodded encourageingly at the apprentice, likeing her personality at once. He glanced from Dapplepaw's smaller form to her mentor Icescreech, waiting for the she-cat to respond aptly to the situation. This was not his apprentice, he was just here on patrol with them, no that he minded. In fact he was having fun, stumbling over confusion, he took a graceful step backwards, allowing the she-cats a path through.[/size]</blockquote>
[size=3]What if You Were Feeble?[/size]
<blockquote>[size=1]I had followed Icescreech here, drinking in her wonderful scent subconciously. We had traveled through the sandy patches where very little grass grew, through the small forest that lie on our territory and we had even walked along the river until we found their training place. Or I assumed it was their training place. I was barely a warrior, barely more than a year old in fact. I was a mere fifteen moons, Icould have easily still been in Dapplepaw's spot and that near made me laugh. I looked at Icescreech and the smaller she-cat, Dapplepaw, they were decent ground hunters, I was sure, as are all Riverclanners, though, I could not be for sure on the matter.[/size]</blockquote>
<blockquote>[size=1]Your username that you log on with:Azazel
Which Cat: Ivypaw
Your cat's name: Phantompaw somday to Be Phantomflight
Bio link: Here
If IC born a few stuff like personality:
It's all in His Bio,
Picture if possible:
Rp sample(small):
Smaller Than You
Dawn Patrol
Look for Posts by "Azazel" on Those Thread.s
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<blockquote>[size=1]I need a thunderclan mentor for my Thunderclan apprentice, Phantompaw.
His bio is Here
Be warned, He is a tom who LOVES to push buttons. You can view some of my Rp samples using the links below---
A Patrol with an Apprentice and Crush.
I'm Smaller Than You.
Thistles and Thorns
If you wish to be his mentor we can use the Thistles and Thorns post for it. :D[/size]</blockquote>
