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    Character Name:
    Voidsoul (Void of a Soul shortened )
    Character Age:
    4 years or 48 moons
    Gender:
    Female
    Alliance:
    Bloodclan
    Rank:
    1st Tier (Plans to become leader)
    Appearance (6 or more sentences):
    With fur of nearly pure ebony with fade, spots and jagged stripes of empty black this she-cat can blend into the darkest night. Her fur is short and slightly stiff but soft to the touch unless brushed the wrong way. Her body is lean and slim showing no fat and only muscle. Due to her well-developed figure she has a strong blow but quick and soft steps. When a cat looks into her flaming golden eyes, they feel as if their own soul is being seen. Her gaze is so intense most will break it before she will, When looking into her eyes one generally feels compelled to spill all their wrongs and seem unable to lie. No emotion is shown in these orbs of molten gold, if an emotion is shown the cat that caused it better be afraid for their life. To match her intense gaze her claws are an odd silver seeming to resemble metal. They look quite pretty and are sharper than your average cats, kept strong and sharp they slice through skin like hot knife through butter.
    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
    Heartless-- It doesn’t matter to her who you are or what age, if you are in a fight with her she will kill you or capture those close to you and slowly kill them with you watching before she kills you. She has no heart to care for, you could be a bloodclan cat and she still might do this.
    Manipulative-- Have something she wants? Or are you a higher rank? Those cats are more likely to be sent chasing their tails. She will say she wants one thing and when you do it she benefits from the event while you suffer punishment.
    Bloodthirsty--this co insides with ruthless, in battle she won’t back down until her opponent is killed or she is. If a battle isn’t bloody she will make it bloody, she has a lust for blood and that causes her to rather like Bloodclan.
    Spiteful-- Hateful, malicious, she doesn’t like other cats her rank or lower much and will intentionally vocalized rude and hurtful things. If she doesn’t vocalize it she will send you rolling head over paws or running away with her tail tucked so close to your body you can’t hardly see it.
    Calculating--She sees everything and knows the following moves moments before they are delivered, due to memory of fighting and the feline muscle structure she knows the weak spots and how to protect them. She calculates what will happen from one action to another before she goes through with them. This also connects to her planning personality.
    Planner--Calculating and planning go paw in paw and she mixes them quite well. As she is calculating her chances, her opponent and all of the other factors in play she is also planning how to win, survive, or kill for whatever her reason is.
    Untrusting--She trusts no being. She doesn’t care how loyal you may be she still won’t trust you. It takes either a few worthy deeds or a long time of companionship for her to even get an inkling of trust with another. If you do manage to gain her trusts you better act like you are treading on glass cause one wrong thing with cut that tie and harm you quite severely.
    ---Likes (at least 3):
    Battle-- *Points to Bloodthirsty personality*
    Power-- she plans to become Bloodclan leader one day even if she has to kill every cat in bloodclan to get there.
    Allies-- She doesn’t really like them but they do come in handy
    --- Dislikes (at least 3):
    Clanners-- She just can’t stand those 'goody' clans. They make her sick!
    Idiot/stupid cats-- -.- need anything be said?
    Weaklings-- If your weak you are in her way. You’re in her way you die.
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
    Stealth-- Due do her structure is very light on her paws and very quick. You can see her one moment then she will be gone in a blink and behind you before the next. She makes no sound when she is stalking and very little sound otherwise.
    Strength-- she is unnaturally strong for a cat even though it’s not evident in her looks. She can send others sprawling with their heads spinning from one blow if she feels the need.
    Brains-- she is smart, she thinks things through and plans ahead for everything. It’s impossible to trick her because she thinks every little detail through.
    Tactics-- she is a tactics master, if she is in a fight she plays on her opponent’s weaknesses to win. If she is chosen to plan an attack she will make an elaborate yet understandable plan of attack to guarantee a win.
    Heartless-- She doesn’t care about others so it’s imposable to play with her emotions.
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3):
    Loner-- She prefers to do things alone which can get bad for her when there are more cats than she can handle attacking her at once.
    Prejudice-- she thinks of all clanners and goodies, so she automatically hates them all. This can make it difficult for her to have allies
    Power hungry-- She can sometimes be blinded by her ambition for power but she keeps herself in check with this.


    History (8 or more sentences):
    Born out in the middle of the desert under the glaring sun Void soul was the only surviving kit of her litter. Her own mother didn’t survive after the first few minutes of cleaning her kits. She died of the heat and thirst, her labor having hit her outside of the clan nursery. Voidsoul as a kit had the instinct to survive so she nursed what milk she could from her mother’s warm body before she was found mewling under the rock. The tom that found her was her own father, the took her alone back to the Bloodclan nursery since she was the only survivor of the litter. After that she was nursed by another queen who didn’t like her because she was not of her litter. When Voidsoul was old enough to eat prey her surrogate mother kicked her from the nest. From there she often slept with her father. He took her out to train at a young age so she would be strong and not weak. He passed away in a battle with Thunderclan when she was an apprentice. After that she lost any sense of heart she may have had and became a heartless killer. She went through several mentors before she was made a warrior, simply because she was able to match and beat them before they could teach her much. After being named Voidsoul she left the clan for an unknown reason. She simply disappeared on a patrol. She came back Moons later the cat she is today.
    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
    She raced through the forest canopy as silent as the still wind. She could hear the other cats behind her as she reached an open clearing. She jumped down and turned. Her steel colored claws slipping from their protective sheaths in her ebony paws. Her eyes watched the opening of the forest waiting for the cats. She didn’t have to wait long before the patrol was on her. "There she is! Get her!" a thickly furred tabby tom yowled, several other cats fanned out to make a circle of claws and fangs around her. "Pathetic" she said with a smirk opening her previously closed eyes. THE first cat to meet her gaze froze suddenly. "ATTAC--gurgle" Was the last half work the tabby spoke at Void darted forward and sun her fangs into his neck, twisting her head he fell over dead in a pool of his own blood. The other cats attacked her as one. She purred happily as they fought her, each of them slowing dying from various wounds. When finally the last cat was standing, barely alive but intent on killing her first she chuckled. "Feisty, I like that..But not quite enough" She said nocking the tom to his back and locking her eyes with his. Her Gaze bore into his soul as he fought to not spill any secrets he knew or all his wrong doings. Finally he spilled the words she wanted to hear, only after that she release him to death. She then licked her lips clean of blood and turned to walk off. "One down, seven to go" She chuckled.
    Comments (optional):

    Void remained scilent as she stalked the two cats, Her steps light and carefull. They had not seemed to notice her as she followed behind them. Her emotionless molten gold eyes blinked before she jumped out and sent the laying down kit rolling towards a tree with the intent for her to hit it hard, before pinning the tom. "Tresspassing in Bloodclan Teritory are we?" She asked, her voice heartless and cold, The kind that sent shivers down one's spine. She lcoked gazes with the other tom, her eyes seemed to bore into him yet she remained aware of the kit she sent rolling before.


    (xD sorry if i took to many liberties in this. Info on Void in in the link in my sig)

    She said nothing but smirked, she ducked under his pin attempt and rearing up she quickly brought her paws down onto his side as he was in mid air. no matter how he reacted her force and odd strength would slam him to the ground. "If i'm an angel, that i'm one comming for your death" She said softly her voice a haunting whisper. Her gaze was intense and seemed to bore into his inner most self.

    Voidsoul's bio is linked in my sig)


    Voidsoul Walked into the camp and looked around, She was known for the fact that no cat could keept her gaze. The Darker black smoke she-cat flexed her steely claws in the sand before padding over to a cooler patch of shade and slipping under it. She sat and wrapped her tail around her legs. Unkknown to most, she was still planning who would have to die and what she would have to prove to make her become Bloodclan Leader.

    She simply watched him. If he thought she was going to lose her temper he was wrrong. She was simply waiting for him to espose his weak spots and then he would fall to her claws. he didnt know how fast or strong she was.

    She suddenly dissapered from sight, she reappered at his chest with her fangs sinking into his neck. She bit till she drew blood then she tensed her muscles and twisted, there for throwing him away from bloodclan teritory. "Get out. Next attack will be your death"


    xD well hes S.O.L.)


    I ran this entire document through microsoft word before i posted i edited it. its telling me that it is clean and free of errors. :)

    She saw his drop comming and tucked her legs under her so he would have little hold. "I am purrfectly calm" She chuckled before bunching her muscles and jumping up, at the same time she twisted her body and kicked his stomic sending him away from her. She landed neatly on her paws. She would have a bit of a bruse and a few cuts on the back of her neck but she had had worse.

    She smirked then looked at the kit "Shut your trap or i will really give you someyhing tocomplain about" she snapped though her gaze hardly left the tom. He was going to die if he didnt leave soon. His neck was still bleading badly and his belly wasnt much better.

    She snorted "Do i look like a healer? Its matters not to me if you die of blood loss." Starclan? really? Did he think that group of dead cats mattered to her? she wasnt some petty clanner, that comment did get under her pelt but she showed no signs of it.