Post by c y a n i d e.. on Aug 13, 2010 12:36:46 GMT -5
A R S E N I C
[/color][/font]if you could count
the skeletons in my closet
under my bed and up under my faucet
you would know i completely lost it
is he nuts? no he's insane
large orange and brown deranged tabby tom with a sharp tongue, and cold blooded nature.
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who are you
name;; cyanide
gender;; I think I’m female..
secret code;; removed by staff
how you found us;; Cast. =P
we just met
cat's name;; arsenic
gender;; tom
fixed;; no ma’am
years;; about 3 years old
brief;; probably the meanest, most malicious cat you will ever come across. completely deranged, with a twisted sense of right and wrong, and with a severe lack of conscience, he is a force to be reckoned with. he has his moments of complete and utter insanity, where nothing gets through to him and he can either ramble about nothing or he can start to get scary mean. he does love the sun though.
there's a dagger
positives;; outgoing, independent, unique, somewhat lovable, funny
negatives;; insane, malicious, short-tempered, unpredictable, guiltless
past style;; the past of this tom wasn't ... traumatic so to say, but it wasn't happy either. it was just one of those things that one day, his life was amazing, then the next day it wasn't so amazing, it was a vicious cycle of ups and downs.
at my throat
fur style;; the main color of his pelt is a red orange hue. along his back however there is a ridge of browns and golds outlining his thick spine. his tail is also tinged with brown but it's not as prominent as it is on his back. arsenic's pelt is rather thick and shaggy, giving him a very gruff look.
my eyes;; this cats eyes are very expressionate. large and round, they are like windows into his self conscience. the pigment in them have turned them yellow.
build;; heavyset and strong
scars;; a few thick scars along his flank
now you know
mother;; smokey - a small tortoiseshell
father;; speckles - a large white tom
siblings;; probably, but he does not remember them.
lovers;; no
children;; no
friends;; no
other;; nope-ers.
timeline;;
roleplay me;;
from VENGEANCE:
cat: Hinder
intrigued by the continual movement, the little she-cat took another step forward before she caught the scent. tom! she instantly recoiled and tensed. the displeasure of realizing it was one of that gender angered her and her ears fell against her head and her tail lashed out behind her. just what she needed on a hot day! some horny tom trying to get a piece of her. the thought caused her to growl deep within her chest and unsheathe her claws turning away from the shadow that was now slinking from it's hiding spot. she didn't want to deal with some lost male kitty-pet. she'd rather go tango with a clan cat again. speaking of which, a sharp pain shot down her back end as she heard the toms deep voice and she whipped around chills spreading throughout her entirely hard body. eyes wide with fear and annoyance at the throbbing pain and at the bluntness and boldness of the tom in front of her eyes. not many cats would step out of it's place of luxury to associate with a forest cat. they were all to damn stupid to realize that not all of them were blood thirsty. but they were smart enough to stay away from her. slowly raising her ears from her head she slowed the lashing of her tail and she stood tall looking him in the eyes from an upward glance seeing as she towered over him. her lip twitched threatening to curl. her reply was curt.
"hello kittypet." she spat kneading the ground stirring up dirt around her paws, dirtying her claws and dusting up her black pelt. what did he want anyways? not scared of a rogue, and he was bigger. he smelled of two-legs, the scent repulsed her. he was to close, so close she could reach out and touch him with her paw. no, it wasn't the way it was supposed to be. she took a step back wards and with a sneer on her face she spoke again, the words cold and monotone. "what do you want pet?" emphasizing her disgust on the word 'pet' hinder looked away from his face to study his body. he seemed stronger and less plump then other male kittypets. the thought scared her. maybe he was another rogue. that would be bad considering rogues didn't like to be mistaken for kittypets. but his scent ... he had to be a kittypet. she prayed to the clan in the sky which she did not believe in that he was a kittypet. tearing her dead eyes away from his body she returned them to his face searching for a reaction, either hostile or amusement.