wolfbane , rogue

[wolfbane]

DON'T CRY OUT FOR GOD

we are all lambs to the slaughter now, don't worry it will be over

NAME wolfbane
CLAN rogue
POSITION rogue
GENDER male
AGE thirty-nine moons

APPEARANCE
pictures: one, two, three, four
a ginger tabby tom with bright gold eyes; has a massive scar over his left eye from a wound that left him blind in that eye and he's missing a leg.

HOLD ON THOUGH YOU'RE

alone i am there with you, that much at least i can promise, you know

LIKES

• hearing the screams of others
• messing with the minds of others
• playing 'games'
• talking
• being feared

DISLIKES

• felines who think they know him
• others that act the way as he does
• being alone
• being bested
• being thought of as weak because of his scars

HOPES

• to become something feared in the world
• deep deep deep inside...remembering who he really is

FEARS

• loosing his memory again
• finding felines who know the real him versus who he is now

PERSONALITY

my name is wolfbane, it's my pleasure to meet you. you may be wondering, why is this tom going to be the one narrating who he is? well simply no-one can narrate me as well as, well...me. so let's get right down to it, shall we ladies and gentlemen?

'it's time for the slaughter to begin'

first thing you need to now about me, my little lamb, is that i'm as crazy as they get, but don't go thinking i'll usually admit it. crazy it just a word isn't it? and all worse can be twisted in their meaning to mean something completely different. i could be calling you as crazy as me and it makes sense because to me, the world is a crazy place. all that love and affection...there is too much of it. you see, i believe that the world needs a little mayhem to shake it up, to make it worth living in. can't let it all be too easy now, can we? mayhem makes things interesting, it makes things...fun. but for there to be mayhem in the world, there needs to be someone to create the mayhem, to make felines realize just how vulnerable they really are. we are not the top predator, hell, we are each other's predator. it's about time we learned that.

'wanna know how i got these scars?'

the missing leg, the scar over my eye that left me blind...i'm dar from the most handsome feline and the most in tact. after loosing the ability to remember what the hell happened to me as well as who i really was...it's safe to say that i started to fill in the blanks. when others ask me, i make up some absurd story that really could never, or should never, happen, one day i might have been an abused kittypet, the next a clan warrior that lost everything in the blink of an eye, or maybe even a rescuer that should never have been there. even when felines don't ask, but they see the things wrong with me...well, i just grin and smirk at then, show them my demented little smile, and make up a story anywho...even when i am slowly torturing them some other way.

'why so serious?'

there is something special about mayhem which is the reason why i like to create it - why i bring it as my divine reason to bring the world into anarchy and disorder. mayhem brings not only the worst out of felines, but also the best. it determines who you really are when you are forced to live by your instincts - when your primal structure is forced out from hiding. you see for me, this is who i am in my primal state. sadistic, cunning, and as you might say, insane. this is what i enjoy. for others you might see a good,, loyal warrior end up becoming a murderer in his ambitions if he sees the path that he wants when everything else is just turned upside down. upside down might seem to make the world backwards, but in truth...it makes everything right side up.

'the real world is the one that's backwards.'

and when felines think they are about to die - that's an interesting predicament. some beg for their lives, some shut up and take it like they were waiting for it all their lives. you never really know anyone until they are in that last moment of their life, fighting death and death's minion. i've seen quite a few cats lately right before they die and i any of them were your friends - i probably know them better than you do. there's a reason i don't go for the quick kill - the snap of the neck or the cut of an important blood vessel. there's a reason i take things nice and slow - i need to savor those changes a feline goes through. i can't make it quick, now can i?

'all just a disguise'

some may be diluted into thinking that i act like this only because i don't know how i should act. something about overacting in the absence in knowing who i really am...but the loss of memory doesn't bother me - not really. not like everyone thinks it should. i act like this because deep inside, through the fibers that run through my veins, i feel this side of me. i believe no one is incapable of being anything. some who might've of known before i lost my memory might say this isn't me...well, obviously it is. i am in control of my body and my actions ad therefore his is me. i have no regrets. this is who i am now. and there is no changing what has been done.

'fate works in funny ways.'

do i believe in what these morons in the clans call starclan? no, i don't think so. do i believe in fate or destiny or whatever you want to call that? yes, i believe so. for someone to forget everything, including their old name and become something like me - not lost without meaning, but to find a whole new meaning in the blink of an eye...how can you not say that that's destiny at work? you can even say that although i don't believe in starclan (or an afterlife at all for that matter, after all dead is dead), i do safely think that there is something, some destiny deity that shapes what happens to a feline, to give them a path they might never stumble upon on there own. it's the only way to explain what happened to me.

KNOW WHAT'S TO COME

do not accept this, though we're alone we must fight for each breath

HISTORY

the past that cannot be recalled

believe it or not, but this feline was born in a normal setting with a...mostly normal family. his mother and father were both felines in riverclan and that was obviously where he was born. the tom had a brother who was stillborn and a sister who was a little weak at birth. he was the first born in the litter and the strongest. his sister was the smallest of the litter and his brother was obviously the weakest. their parents had been a little older when they had this litter and they had already had a litter before - a litter that comprised of a tom of fifteen moons by the time this litter was born. their older brother was supposed to have another brother, but he died mysteriously when the two of them where nine moons old.

ironically the tom was named wolfkit when he was a kit, though that isn't exactly the ironic part seeing as it technically came first. he was extremely close to his sister and the two were inseparable as kits. they went everywhere together, even secretly exploring the outside world. they laughed together and shared stories of the future together. wolfkit had this dream of becoming leader one day and being able to stand up against the other clans and work hard under the laws of starclan. back then he believed there was nothing stronger than starclan's will and he wanted to do whatever he could to serve them. he dreamed of being nothing but a warrior that his family could be proud of. he wanted to be a warrior, a leader, that his clan was proud of.

their older brother though...both he and his sister tended to avoid. they had this weird feeling whenever they were around the warrior. he often looked at them weirdly and never truly talked with them. even others in their clan felt that the older tom was off. he was often alone or perhaps with one or two other warriors that also could be called 'off'. there were rumors going around, rumors that wolfkit didn't hear until he was an apprentice, that his older brother might've been the cause of his brother's untimely demise. but as kits, he and his sister just avoided their older brother and moved on. they played as kits did, imagined who they might get as their mentors, and what their warrior names might be.

you know, the good ol' times.

then it came upon them when they were made into apprentices. and when they were given their mentors...and wolfpaw was given none other than his own brother. he and his sister still felt like the tom wasn't completely safe to be around, but they were still family and had spent tome with him and wolfpaw figured that he could handle six moons of training with the older tom. their brother was known for being a strong warrior, despite his age, and there were some warriors in the clan that could see him going far in the clan - even up to leader...even though that was wolfpaw's dream. the apprentice figured that even though his brother might take his dream, in case he didn't, the older tom might give what he needed to ensure that he did eventually climb high. he just wasn't aware about how dark his brother was.

throughout his time as an apprentice, the older warrior told him to harden his soul and harden his heart. the older tom told him that he would never become worth anything to the clan if he allowed weakness and softness to cloud his judgement. he needed to become hard to everything and not allow pity or mercy to ever come between him and the kill. his brother told him that fear of killing would make him worthless as a leader and that everything died, why would it matter they delivered someone into the paws of death a little early? it's safe to say that his brother did not believe in starclan, but he did believe that there was a being of death, that someone came around and destroyed the souls of felines when they died.

and some of these beliefs and teachings must have been encoded into the fibers of wolfpaw's being - resting until they could come out of hibernation at a later date.

finally, when he was twelve moons old, wolfpaw became wolfclaw. the tom was always a better hunter than he was a fighter, despite everything his brother tried to do to make it the other way around. wolfclaw stayed close to his sister through everything and although the apprentice did change over the course of his training, becoming a little more hard to the softness of others, he still didn't want to be everything his brother tried to teach him to be. he told he multiple times through the course of his training and even after that he was worried about what his brother's training might do to him, but he just pushed it aside. he didn't mention that the rumors about the brother that they should've had's death was also starting to worry him. what had happened to the other tom and why was their brother at the middle of it?

and then one day he found out.

he was out in the territory one day when he was twenty moons old. his brother, now thirty-five moons, followed him out there and cornered him. "you may be a warrior," his brother told him, "but that does not mean you deserve it. let's see if you are any better than your other brother...despite the fact that you are a little older, and better trained, than he was." wolfclaw was thrown off balance by this, but when his brother attacked him with murder glinting in his eyes, wolfclaw fought back. they fought each other, wolfclaw getting a few good nicks in (including a horrible wound to the back right left that could cause his brother to have a limp after that day). however, the younger tom was no match for his older brother. the tom scratched wolfclaw's left eye, causing a wound that would scar and blood pooled in his eye. at the end of it all when wolfclaw was too weak for anything more, the tom took his head and smashed it, hard, against a tree. "we shall see what happens now." he mewed as his brother lie there unconscious, but alive.

he just wanted to see what would happen - it had all been a game that he did up winning - a game to see that in the case that his brother became lost, would his teachings reign supreme? and just as an added surprise to those that would stumble upon the tom later, his brother ripped his front right leg off straight from the connection to his being - like it was never there (despite the blood).

all that can be remembered

when i woke up one day, i was astonished. as i looked around, half the world was dark and the other was bright. as i blinked, half the world changed and the other didn't. as i looked around, i noticed that there was a feline nearby, a feline that i didn't know. pain started to throb where my right foreleg was and as i looked at the spot, i noticed that cobwebs were wrapped around the spot. "what happened?" i muttered. the she-cat that had found me shook he head and said she was hoping that i could tell her. she said that i was in bad shape. when i mentioned that the world was half black, she told me that the wound to my eye must've left me blind.

wound? when she asked me my name, i was lost for words. what was my name? who was i? she said i smelled like riverclan, but i didn't know what that meant and asked her. i was completely lost in the world...like i had just been born. she told me about the clans and their beliefs and i shook my head. anger started to take over and i started to change immediately. i started to think about how i wanted to create a little mayhem in the world. i started thinking about how i wanted to create a little fun. i started thinking that this was who i was, in absence of my confusion. but i still needed a name. i looked around and saw an odd plant. it was purple and it held my attention for a few moments. thw she-cat saw what i was staring at and shook he head.

"i wouldn't eat that. it's what my family calls wolfsbane. poisonous." wolfsbane. wolfbane, something that sounded the same, but better. plus, there was something about it that rang familiar in my mind. "wolfbane. my name is wolfbane," i decided and stuck to it.

since then i've worked at training and becoming stronger, fighting through the fact that i'm half blind and missing a leg. i trained myself and realized that there were moves that felt like instincts to me - things i must have known before and remembered in the core of my being.

after that, let's just say that i started to victimize anyone who crossed my path without even thinking about it. i just started thinking that this was who i was.

and there was no-way around that...after i left my savior he next day when she thought i was good enough, i never say her again.

THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY JEOPARDY