Posts by BLACKBEAR.

GENERAL INFO /[/color] HEART CHART /

PLOTTING THREAD

✩ DIABOLOS / "diablo" / male [he/him]

✩ 8 moons / ages the 1st of every month

✩ trad. bloodclan / inferior

RELATIONSHIPS / RULES OF ENGAGEMENT / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛

✩ single / not currently looking

✩ wolfsbane x roisin / doesn't know who his mother is

✩ brother to sirenpaw, emrys, tba

✩ possibly second gen or higher

✩ has a love-hate relationship with his family

✩ panromantic pansexual / monogamous

✩ ½ of noone

APPEARANCE / REFERENCE / STATUS / GREAT [100%]

✩ brown tabby cat with white / fluffy, slightly muscular

✩ pelt is slightly russet hued, has dark stripes

✩ pale green eyes

— INJURIES/ILLNESSES: has a kink at the end of his tail

BEHAVIOUR / FIERCELY LOYAL / LOGICAL / CONFUSED

✩ always questioning what could of been

✩ fiercely loyal to his clan and family above all

✩ kind and somewhat sentimental on the inside

✩ can turn into an emotional mess when he thinks he's not being loyal

✩ mostly says the things on his mind / somewhat blunt to an extent

✩ his life revolves around his family and the clan code

✩ will do anything to prove himself, even kill and murder

✩ cares a lot about his image and how others perceive him

✩ mostly ignores his emotions / locks out his emotions half the time

✩ acts more on brains rather than emotions / logical

— DISORDERS: will develop in roleplay

INTERACTION / POWERS / DIFFICULTY

✩ physical difficulty [difficult] / mental difficulty [difficult]

✩ ask to powerplay on

✩ attack in bold

The tabby cat hadn't been around too much ever since his dad left. He would often spend his time in one of the rooms, maybe one that he would call his own? He doubted any cat around here knew him considering how ghosted he had been, but now he was ready to get back onto his feet and actually show his face around the place. The male had been taking a stroll through the city, his pale green eyes narrowed as he looked around. He didn't really show the effects of his father leaving much, or rather to himself he didn't. As he grew up, he grew a strong sense of loyalty to his clan, to his blood he felt the same way but he still disliked his father.

Diabolos had began to approach the three talking cats, his eyes narrowed confusingly before he began to move towards the voices. One of those voices sounded a bit familiar while the others hadn't. The one that sounded familiar, it was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't put his paw on it. He padded towards the three figures, lifting his head as he looked at the siamese. At first he didn't realize who it was but when he heard that name, it instantly sent a pulse of anger running through his veins. A low growl escaped his lips as he lowered his head. "You..." It was more in a questioning tone rather than an assertive one. He was full of disbelief, as if he was questioning the fact that he came back. Was this all real or was he going to leave again? "I'm surprised you even considered coming back." He pinned his ears against his head.

The inferior looked at him crossly, sizing himself up to the other domestic. He lashed his tail angerily. He hadn't considered that his father would ever come back. He always thought that his father was a coward who always ran away from his problems. Was he and his siblings one of Aloebite's problems? Probably. Why else would his father run away? Run away from them. For BloodClan sake, he didn't even know who his own mother was. She ran away as well, just like him. The apprentice-aged feline looked away from his father, trying to force down the anger roaring in his chest.

Diabolos hadn't been around for a while but now he's coming out of pretty much hiding and decided to get his ass out there. The Inferior yawned and began to cross the dusty streets, his eyes looking out for cars each time he crossed. He climbed into one of the leafless trees and lied down, digging his claws into the tree to prevent himself from falling out the tree. He used his tail to balance himself, pale green eyes narrowed as he studied the humans walking along the path in the park. He lied his head in his paws and began to drift asleep before he felt his tree shake. He opened his eyes wide as he looked down to see a human shaking his tree to get him off. He instantly leap down and growled before running off and out of the park. He snorted and began to lick his fur, flattening it down before he got up and began to pad back to the abandoned building, crossing the streets once more and dodging the cars.

The brown tabby flicked his tail and padded into the lobby of the abandoned hotel, barely just out of breath as he panted and sat down. This was a perfect chance for him to get to know others.

The dark colored tom had heard that there was a new cat in the pit so naturally, he went to investigate. He made his way over to the gathering cats, his eyes narrowed as he looked down into the pits and gave a purr of amusement. He flicked his tail and looked down at the enemy apprentice, his glare shifting over to Grasspaw suspiciously as he lashed his tail and watched the other apprentice closely. He then turned his head towards the other gathering cats and then back to the apprentice in the pit. "Don't forget to put on a good show." He mused out in an amused tone. He allowed his body to press against the ground as he lied down, curling his tail to force it to trail over the pit. He didn't feel an inch of remorse, but rather amusement. He also wondered who the apprentice would be fighting.

His emotions were everywhere at the moment, exploding like fireworks as he stood there. Would his own father even have the courage to face him or would he pretend that the tabby cat hadn't even spoke? Would his siblings arrive to see that he was back? He forced himself to fix his father with a cold stare, unable to process most of this. It felt unreal, as if this wasn't really happening and just like Aloe, he wanted to delay this to a different date.

Ever since he was a kit in early age, he had wanted to meet his parents, being cared for by his fathers siblings. Heck, they were more like parents to him than Aloe would ever be. He remembered all the times he was sad and his siblings and aunts and uncles came to cheer him up. The memory warmed him like wildfire and most of the tension had left his body, but he still fixed his father with a cold stare. When his fathers eyes landed on him, he stiffened and felt like looking away, but he forced himself to stand his ground, lifting his head defiantly. Maybe he wasn't as tall as Aloe and barely at his fathers height, but he would do his best to seem tall. He felt a bit of intimidation but forced it down as he opened his mouth to respond to his father.

"Reserving it just for you." His voice held no warmth as he lashed his tail in annoyance. Did his father think it was a game? His tone seemed to be playful but his fathers eyes betrayed that. He could see a sense of love in his eyes and instantly felt a pang of guilt. Diabolos wasn't at all sure what he felt right now, he felt all over the place. Were they supposed to hug it out or something? Make it all better by a simple talk? He couldn't find room in his heart to forgive him at the moment but maybe somewhere down the line he would? He had so many questions yet so few answers that only the future would hold for him. He could see the love in his fathers eyes and became hesitant. Losing his sense of confidence, he allowed his eyes to be dragged down to the floor and eventually settle awkwardly on his own paws.

Diabolos wasn't sure how to feel at his last statement. A part of him felt touched with warmth but the other part felt nothing. Did he feel resentment for Aloe leaving? He did, but he also felt resentment because Aloe left the clan. To Diablo, leaving was the equivalent of betraying your clan. He wasn't sure how to feel, so he turned his back to Aloe and padded off without a word.

/mobile

The brown tabby was padding through the streets, mouse in jaws. His paws treaded along the hard ground underneath him as his tail lashed to and fro. He had been out hunting for mice, avoiding rats and mice who were sick. After all, he didn't want to bring back a mouse that would get himself and others sick. He stood as he watched the monsters race down the street in front of him, the smell of horrid gas and roaring of the engine keeping him focused and ready to cross. Even though the cars kept him mostly focused, he couldn't ignore the thoughts that passed about his family. He had so many questions and his father returning for the first time definitely made him uneasy. He wasn't sure what to feel about his return, more importantly what did Emry's feel?

Diabolos hadn't seen his sister when their father returned so he wasn't sure how she felt about it. Thrilled? Scared even? He still wasn't sure how he felt about his father in general. Wolfsbane was an honorably, sly, and strong cat and he couldn't help but admire that. He wanted to be just like Wolfsbane, but at the same time he didn't. He pinned his ears against his head as a truck passed, and then there was an opening. Swiftly, he ran over the street and raced his way to the other side, coming to a halt and looking back to see the line of cars starting up again. With a huff of relief, he turned his head to see his sister and a smile braced his maw. His sister would sometimes bother him to be nicer, but he still enjoyed her company. He loved all his siblings, well maybe except for Sirenpaw. He wasn't sure how to feel about her since she was in an enemy clan. He wouldn't go up against her in battle but if he had to choose his clan over his family, he wasn't sure what he would do about her.

Snapping out his thoughts, he dropped his catch down in front of her. "Hey Emrys, I caught a mouse if you want to share." He motioned to the mouse with his tail, swiftly looking over his shoulder. Diabolos felt like they were being watched but didn't see anyone there. He twitched his ear as he turned back to his sibling, staying wary of any sounds of movement.

Quietly he made his way over to hear his fathers announcement, eyes not betraying his emotions for a second. He kept them well guarded behind his exterior. The inferior watched curiously, keeping a distance. He still wasn't sure how he felt about his father coming back so for now he just watched at a distance. He would probably never change his name unless he just didn't feel connected to it anymore. Diabolos lifted his head as he lifted to his fathers history and he instantly began to question if he would ever move on from the past himself, or was he doomed to remember it forever? He allowed himself to be seen as he padded into the two cats eyesight, dipping his head quietly as he looked over to his father with a thoughtful expression. "Erm, sounds rough." He spoke with a hint of impression in his voice. The inferior flicked his tail then instantly felt awkward. He probably should of said more.

The tom had padded into the lobby of the hotel, lost in his thoughts before he heard the words that made his blood churn. Leaving. Instantly he turned his head to Citylights. He didn't know her at all but anyone who left was instantly a traitor to him. He lashed his tail and looked at her out the corner of his eyes as he passed by her. "Traitor." He growled under his breath but clearly enough for her to hear. He didn't like traitors or anyone who broke the clan code and would never find himself befriending them.

/mobile

Diabolos was near by and at the sound of a torture, he quickly began to finish his catch of mouse and lick his lips, racing to the area. At first he couldn't make out who the she-cat was, thinking she was nothing more than a dumb forest cat, but when he realized the pelt and voice of her, he instantly jerked up. The toms heart began to race in fear, what should he do? She was from a different clan but she was also his sister, he couldn't leave her to get hurt. He stood there frozen and wide eyed as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Slowly he felt reality grip back at his heart and instantly he stood back up, giving a false sense of confidence to his exterior and lifting his chin. He wasn't sure if he wanted to take a direct approach or beat around the bush. No! He couldn't be afraid, this was his family after all. He kept a calm posture and tone as he padded up to them.

"Leave her alone, she's not worth all the trouble. She probably won't expose anything until you kill her. That's how these things go." He aimed to stand in between his sister and his clanmate, his eyes betraying his confidence and showing a pleading look. Out the corner of his eyes, he looked down at his sister, inspecting her wounds and hoping that she would make it out okay. "Besides, why not send her back in this state as a message to RiverClan? Show them we don't mess around." He was hoping that they would buy it and leave her be. Diabolos couldn't stand to watch his sister get hurt anymore. It hurt him emotionally and he felt saddened.

Ooo maybe diabolos can kind of adopt her? He could grow really attached to her and end up being a semi-father figure like alderpaw was to twigkit in a way?

Also I'm also new so hey!

Diabolos was used to the noise, the streets, the stench, it seized to phase him any longer. The only thing that really sparked his curiosity and even put a little edge in his heart was the forest. As a kit, his whole fascination revolved around what lied at the heart of the forest, tales of the forest clans and what they call the "warrior code." When he was younger, he'd used to listen to stories of the forest and now he pretty much knows them all. His fascination with the forest faded and he felt no longer curious, but an eerie feeling. He hadn't gone on a raid yet, not even his first one, he barely knew any battle moves and probably would of been clumsy on his paws. He had no proper training but he was adamant to learn and teach himself. He never liked getting help from others whether it be help hunting and training or anything really. Maybe it was a problem with his pride or maybe he just wanted the approval of his family, mostly his father.

The tom was padding the edge of the city border that led into the forest, shifting his gaze out into the darkness every now and then. The sound of cars honking and engines running roared in his ears. Diablo turned his head slightly to see that a small pigeon had landed on the sidewalk to peck at a piece of bread. He forced his body against the ground, pale eyes narrowed as he moved forward, disguising the sound of his paw steps with the roaring engines of the cars. Once he was close enough, he leap, claws hooking into the wings of the pigeon as it tried to fly away, bringing it down roughly to the ground and nipping the back of it's neck. He lifted his head triumphantly, cautiously biting into the pigeon and carrying it in his mouth. He looked before turning the corners of the street, blood filling his mouth. He wasn't going to allow another cat to steal his kill. The tabby veered another corner on the way to the hotel, only to shift his gaze and see the crows pecking at yet another possibly dying piece of prey. He ran at the crows, trying to hook his claws into their wings at they scattered and flew off.

The tom was empty pawed and watched them fly off. He looked down to see what the crows were feeding at and was shocked to see a small kit with ribs poking through and bones visible. He wasn't sure what to do, was it dead? He aimed to gentle push the kit with a forepaw. The tabby wasn't sure if he should leave it or help it. "Every cat for itself I suppose." He muttered aloud. He grabbed his pigeon and turned to leave but a part of him felt guilt swelling in his heart. He turned back to the kitten and crouched down beside her, pushing the pigeon in front of her mouth. "Eat." He muttered to her as he looked around to make sure no cat would come in to steal the prey. He couldn't leave the kit there, he would be worse than his own father, Wolfsbane.

Diabolos took in her bone tight frame and horrible wounds, sighing at the sight of the helpless kit. Found by the wrong member and she could of easily been killed. Though, he couldn't help but wonder what happened to her to make her look this way. Questions flooded his mind but he knew that he would want her to get better first before he questioned her out of the blue.

CHARACTER NAME: Diabolos

WHICH MISSION: Honey, I'm home and Baby come back

is she possibly open to being captured?

diabolos is a new character that i received a few days ago so he's still developing in personality. he's generally not aggressive unless you make him aggressive but he is a firm believer of loyalty and his whole life revolves around the clan code and loyalty for his family and clan. without it, he finds himself believing that he's directionless and confused. basically he'll become an emotional mess.

if you want more information on him, his tags are in my signature and at the end of this post.

open to

- anything that will shape his personality or character development

- minor possible future love plots [will be short term, must be from bloodclan or shadowclan]

- one-sided crushes on him

- capturing and torturing your character

- any type of interaction [aggressive, friendly, etc]

- shaping your characters development

- convicing your character to join bloodclan

- convicing your character that the warrior code is stupid

- making your character lose belief in starclan

- anything else you can think of let me know

closed to

- litters

- being killed or captured

- long term romance

ai is a full healer in bloodclan now so i think she's good but maybe i could bring it up icly and see what they say?

otherwise, if you want i'll go ahead and make the capture thread

For a moment, his heart thumped wildly and he hoped that the kit was living. Diablo lowered his head to try and hear her breathing but then she moved and he lifted his head and looked down at her with a hint of hope in his eyes. A sigh of relief passed the brown tabby as he watched her eat and he sat down and curled his tail around the kit to warm her up. He wasn't sure where she came from but she didn't have clan scent or any distinguished scent for that matter. Maybe she was a loner or rogue before this or even abandoned? He flicked his ear in her direction as she began to speak, at least she sounded slightly stronger which reassured Diabolos that she was at least in a slightly better condition than she was before.

"My name is Diabolos." He spoke, voice raspy as he fixed his eyes on her. Should he even be helping her right now? He looked around to see if any other members had arrived but none had and he returned his attention to her at her next question. "I don't know, kid. I found you here almost dead." Diablo felt a pang of guilt for the kit, did her mother abandon her like he originally thought? He flicked his tail and cleared his throat. Now he had a few questions of his own to ask her. "Do you have a name? What's the last thing you remember?" He only spoke two questions at a time, careful not to overwhelm the kit. The last thing he wanted was for her to start getting scared, so when he spoke these last words, he remained as calm as possible. "You're in Bloodclan." He informed her cautiously.

Diabolos - ♂ - paroxysm.

he's an inferior