Posts by Telekill Alloy

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S's Name: Buck
S's Age: 23
S's Gender: Male
S's Looks: About average height, has blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. Always wears animal hide and leather over his chain-mail.
S's Kingdom: None
S's Weapon: Mattock and crossbow
S's Killing Style: Mostly hit and run. Also enjoys leaping on dragons' backs and smashing the back of their skulls with his mattock, or shooting them out of the sky with his crossbow.

Name: Lars Bergman
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rather short. Has pale skin, short brown shaggy hair, and eyes that very much resemble burning coal, giving him a bit of an odd appearance.
Personality: Lars has an incredibly enigmatic, yet humorous personality. He is also fairly shy, and a bit socially awkward. Lars prefers to stay isolated from others, but occasionally enjoys a bit of company.
History: Lars spent most of his childhood in Norway where he was generally shunned by others due to his strange eye color, and how he always seemed to light his surroundings on fire. When is mother died from unknown reasons, Lars went missing. Turns out, he was able to sneak onto cruise ship that took him to New York, where he eventually found Camp Half-Blood. Ever since then, he has been constructing miscellaneous objects while annoying and teasing his fellow demigods.
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Other: Lars created an automaton cat (It's name is Mysil) that he always keeps by his side (He also has a Norwegian accent). BOB!

Name;. Smokepaw
Age;. 8 moons
Gender;. Male
Rank;. Medicine cat apprentice? If not then just regular apprentice
Personality;. Smokepaw is incredibly enigmatic and shy, he generally dislikes meeting new cats. Gaining Smokepaw's trust proves to be a rather difficult task (Mostly because he becomes a bit paranoid at times).
Appearance(Picture Please);.

History;.
Crush/Mate;. None/None
Kin:. None really... but if anyone decides they wan to somehow be related to Smokepaw then thats fine.
Other;.

Username;; Telekill Alloy
Display Name;; .::Berg Katt::.
Cat's Name;; Smokekit
Gender;; Male
Rank;; Kit, becoming an apprentice very soon
Age;; 5 moons. soon 6
Personality;; Smokekit is incredibly enigmatic and shy, he generally dislikes meeting new cats. Gaining Smokekit's trust proves to be a rather difficult task (Mostly because he becomes a bit paranoid at times).
Appearance;;

History;; Clanborn, lost his family at a very young age but is ready to leave behind his grief as he becomes an apprentice.
Other?!;; None

Thanks :)

Smokekit awoke with a jolt. An odd, but familiar odor had filled his nose... and something about it made the kit confirm that it was not a part of the nightmare he just had. His dull yellow eyes wildly scanned his surroundings for the origin of the stench as he slowly trudged out of the nursery. Smokekit felt so vulnerable as he left the den, it was almost as if something would pounce on him at any moment. The short journey out of the nursery only lasted seconds, but felt like hours for the gray kit, and as he stepped out of the den, he immediately wished he hadn't. Smokekit's heart skipped a beat as he laid his eyes on the injured warriors that where just arriving.

Smokekit really didn't want to leave the nursery, he really didn't. The gray kit had quickly thought of 5 reasons to dash back into the nursery and let everyone else deal with whatever was going on. But curiosity can be a powerful thing, and in this case was enough to convince the timid kit to leave the den. Smokekit immediately regretted his choice, but once again, curiosity kept him going. He couldn't help but feel as if everyone was giving him the look of disapproval as he wandered the camp, when in reality no one was even bothering to glance at him.

Ebony didn't want to believe it. He wanted it to be hoax. A petty trick played on him by his friends from other clans to make him stay, but deep inside he knew this wasn't a prank. Face it Ebony, Windclan has turned against you. They no longer want you by their side, you've become their adversary... a mere target for their apprentices to chase. Froststar's nasty words echoed in Ebony's mind as he dashed through Windclan territory. The harsh weather didn't help very much with Ebony's personal quest to discover whether he was still welcome in the clan he had invested countless hours protecting. Nearly frozen raindrops propelled by a cold and bitter wind strong enough to make any cat regret stepping out of their den that day. The lithe loner's thick pelt provided little protection from the cold rain. Ebony's usually straight fur had plastered up against his freezing skin as the frozen winds ruthlessly nipped at his face. Breathing proved difficult in this harsh weather, but the jet black tom refused to surrender to the icy conditions... making his way to the Windclan camp was nothing compared to the scars and wounds he had gladly received to defend Windlcan. In the end, Ebony's hard work had payed off. His lemon colored eyes stared sadly at the camp. All that was required now was to wait for a Windclan warrior to notice an old friend waiting for an answere in the cold and unforgiving weather.

Ebony shot Scarredheart a side glance as he loudly gasped for air. The chilly weather combined with the intense fatigue the tom had received from his strenuous journey made breathing incredibly difficult. Needless to say, talking under these conditions where near impossible, but just as before, Ebony refused to allow the weather dictate his limits. "It's... been a while" The dark loner rasped before returning to his panting (Which sounded more like painful wheezes.)

Ebony turned his attention towards Silverskies', who he greeted with a weak smile. "By the looks of both of you I'd say Windclan is doing pretty well" The enigmatic loner said, his voice obviously very hoarse.

Ebony// Loner (Fighting for Elites)// Going for Whisperdawn// No kill;; possible capture// hard

There is nothing Ebony hates more than The Elites. In fact, he has loathed the Elites for as long as he could remember, and admits that he's screwed them over a bunch of times. But the increase of Thunderclan invasions had Ebony convinced they had been corrupted by their need for retaliation. So the Solution? Defend their adversaries. All Ebony can hope now is to hope The Elites trust him.

Ebony skidded to a halt when he finally found the location The Elites and Thunderclan where fighting. His yellow gaze quickly scanned the battlefield to locate any Elites in need of help. The jet black tom quickly decided that Zacharias could use assistant as he sprinted full speed at Whisperdawn. He then attempted to tackle Whispederdawn, in hopes he was able to intercept her attack.

Ebony lost his balance and nearly face planted due to his failed assault. He shot Whisperdawn a confused glance over his shoulder before turning his attention towards Heatherfur, just in time to see the Thunderclanner lunge at him. Ebony let out a shocked yowl as he almost lost his balance again.

Ebony felt Heatherfur's claws rake through his fur and skin. The loner didn't seem to react to his bleeding flank other than a small flinch "Is that it?" Ebony taunted in a tone more humorous than serious as he tried countering with an incredibly quick swipe aimed at Heatherfur's cheek.

Ebony flinched again when he felt Heatherfur tear his already wounded flank. An irritated growl rumbled in the loner's throat as he attempted to retaliate again with a swift swipe aimed at Heatherfur's legs.

Ebony swiftly evaded Heatherfur's strike with nimble roll to the side, making the loner appear much more agile than he actually was. A proud smirk spread across his lips before he glanced at Fang. I'll have to help him when I'm done with this fool Ebony thought as he aimed another swipe at Heatherfur's legs, this time with the intentions of knocking her over.

OCC:Reminder: Ebony// Loner (Fighting for Elites)// Going for Nightstrike// No kill;; possible capture// hard

Ebony found it strange, his entire life he had fought for the clans and against The Elites, and now he was doing the opposite without anyone seeming to care. Another thing that surprised the loner was how The Elite's fought with him without even questioning him. After all these times I've caused hell here, they still fight with me like I'm one of their own Ebony pondered Perhaps I've just misunderstood them this entire time. It didn't take long for the tom to notice Bloodpool and Nightstrike.By the looks of it Bloodpool could use some help The jet black tom decided before taunting Nightstrike. "Hey! Rat face!" He shouted unceremoniously.

Character Name: Ebony The Loner (Ebony for Short)

Gender: Male

Clan/Group{if any}: Loner

Rank{if any}: None

Appearance

Personality: Ebony is an incredibly kind tom who generally likes to relax and enjoy life in the presence of his many friends from varying clans. Unlike most loners, Ebony is selfless and a joy-filled creature despite having lived through countless tragedies. But as long as this loner can visit and assist his favorite clan, Windclan, life should be good. Ok so this tom seems a bit too saccharine so I'll mention the two things he hates: Dogs and Elites. His hatred for Elites is just as mysterious as his past

History: The loner's past is an enigma... mostly because this tom refuses to reveal anything for a reason he keeps to himself too. But his arrival in Shadowclan is known. At the age of a newly made apprentice, Ebony (Named Dusky at the time) found his way into Shadowclan territory where he was assaulted by a patrol due to taking some prey. The loner escaped, but was severely injured and gained countless perpetual scars from the fight. He was eventually able to stumble into Windclan territory where they treated him a bit nicer. The Windclan medicine cat was able to rescue Ebony, and ever since then the loner has been assisting Windclan whenever he can. Many warriors would rather have him kicked out, but over the years, Ebony has become a helpful friend to most Windclanners. He invests a lot of time in the nursery, telling stories of his experiences outside of Windclan. Some even say that he might give up his freedom to roam the world to join Windclan.

Ebony glanced around, lacking an adversary to fight. His usually friendly eyes where narrowed and quickly scanning the battlefield for any Elite needing assistance. He hated fighting with the cats he loathed, but if anyone was to stop Thunderclan, rivalries needed to be put aside until the threat had been taken care of.

Name: Smokepaw
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Color: Black and grey
Personality: A bit unpredictable, usually friendly and out going, but can be a bit of a jerk sometimes.
Possion Wanted: Med. Cat Apprentice
2nd Possion Wanted: Apprentice
Crush: None
Kits: None