Post by tybalt on Jul 15, 2012 20:57:35 GMT -5
DON'T CRY OUT FOR GOD
we are all lambs to the slaughter now, don't worry it will be over
NAME tybalt
CLAN rescuer
POSITION rescuers
GENDER male
AGE twenty-three moons
APPEARANCE
Pictures: one, two, three
a black and russet tom with a yellow right and and bright blue left eye.
CLAN rescuer
POSITION rescuers
GENDER male
AGE twenty-three moons
APPEARANCE
Pictures: one, two, three
a black and russet tom with a yellow right and and bright blue left eye.
HOLD ON THOUGH YOU'RE
alone i am there with you, that much at least i can promise, you know
LIKES
• loners / rescuers
• birds
• helping others
• water
• quiet and calm
DISLIKES
• clan-cats (thunderclan especially)
• too much sunlight
• mindless chitter chatter
• liars
• pompous asses
HOPES
• watching the clans (especially thunderclan) fall
• having something worth fighting for - other than his morals
FEARS
• snakes
• living without love
PERSONALITY
in short, this is a very mysterious, dark, seductive tom that has a bigger heart that you might see from the onset. tybalt is the type of tom that will never let anything go and will hold a grudge till the day that he dies. you can beg sand beg for him to forgive you, but he won't. ever. he does not believe in second chances and he doesn't see why feline should ever get them. they make a mistake they shouldn't have. forgiving them teaches them that they can do it again without reprieve. making them realize that they can't get away with something by punishing them harshly from the onset is the only way to create a discipline society where felines learn how to control their minds and actions so they don't make idiotic mistakes.
'those that don't learn shall never cease'
but he's more than a tom that wants to see felines suffer. honestly, he probably doesn't have a solidly bad bone in his bones. it's just that a life time of holding grudges without any punishments on those that deserve them has caused him to become...sour. he has a very dark, hard surface that hides a much softer interior. all most felines see is the hard edges to his slim body and the harsh gaze to the colors of his eyes that seem to bore into the very being of the person he's looking at. he's got an aura that he's always trying to figure out the inner truths to you, when in reality he's just wondering whether or not he is able to trust you. his trust does not come easy. just because you may align yourself to him, does not mean he'll turn his back on you...not until he knows you won't stab him with his back turned.
'those careless enough to turn away, don't live long'
although he has a hard exterior, he does not think highly of himself. he knows he's a mortal who is able to make mistakes, just like everyone else, but he does his best to keep his thoughts, actions, and emotions pertained inside of himself until he trusts himself enough to release them into the world in a responsible manner. he does not like felines that think they are better than he, which is one reason he despises the clans. the way that they act like their way of life is the savior come to save all felines...it just disgusts him. they think starclan exists and that spirits in the sky shall save their souls...yeah, and they are for sure not crazy. more than that though, he hates that the warriors of the clans think that they can defeat anyone that comes their ways and that even the apprentices think that they are 'all that'. it just...irks him.
'one cannot be sure of an enemy's defeat if they know the enemy not'
although he doesn't say much about himself or show what he's really feeling a majority of the time, deep inside there is a loving tom just waiting for you. he would die to protect those that he lobes and holds dear. he wants nothing more than to have a family of his own one day, a family that he can watch as his kits grow old and into felines that he can be proud of and a mate that he cares deeply about. however, he is not the type to rush head first into anything. it'll take a while for anyone to break the hard outer-shell to find the yummy goodness inside. and there is a reason he is a rescuer - he enjoys helping others see the truth of evil in the clans and rescuing them from a life filled with hardships that they couldn't survive well alone. he wants felines to join the rescuers - he wants them to be a part of this family.
'i found a herd. we look out for each other - that's what i love.'
• loners / rescuers
• birds
• helping others
• water
• quiet and calm
DISLIKES
• clan-cats (thunderclan especially)
• too much sunlight
• mindless chitter chatter
• liars
• pompous asses
HOPES
• watching the clans (especially thunderclan) fall
• having something worth fighting for - other than his morals
FEARS
• snakes
• living without love
PERSONALITY
in short, this is a very mysterious, dark, seductive tom that has a bigger heart that you might see from the onset. tybalt is the type of tom that will never let anything go and will hold a grudge till the day that he dies. you can beg sand beg for him to forgive you, but he won't. ever. he does not believe in second chances and he doesn't see why feline should ever get them. they make a mistake they shouldn't have. forgiving them teaches them that they can do it again without reprieve. making them realize that they can't get away with something by punishing them harshly from the onset is the only way to create a discipline society where felines learn how to control their minds and actions so they don't make idiotic mistakes.
'those that don't learn shall never cease'
but he's more than a tom that wants to see felines suffer. honestly, he probably doesn't have a solidly bad bone in his bones. it's just that a life time of holding grudges without any punishments on those that deserve them has caused him to become...sour. he has a very dark, hard surface that hides a much softer interior. all most felines see is the hard edges to his slim body and the harsh gaze to the colors of his eyes that seem to bore into the very being of the person he's looking at. he's got an aura that he's always trying to figure out the inner truths to you, when in reality he's just wondering whether or not he is able to trust you. his trust does not come easy. just because you may align yourself to him, does not mean he'll turn his back on you...not until he knows you won't stab him with his back turned.
'those careless enough to turn away, don't live long'
although he has a hard exterior, he does not think highly of himself. he knows he's a mortal who is able to make mistakes, just like everyone else, but he does his best to keep his thoughts, actions, and emotions pertained inside of himself until he trusts himself enough to release them into the world in a responsible manner. he does not like felines that think they are better than he, which is one reason he despises the clans. the way that they act like their way of life is the savior come to save all felines...it just disgusts him. they think starclan exists and that spirits in the sky shall save their souls...yeah, and they are for sure not crazy. more than that though, he hates that the warriors of the clans think that they can defeat anyone that comes their ways and that even the apprentices think that they are 'all that'. it just...irks him.
'one cannot be sure of an enemy's defeat if they know the enemy not'
although he doesn't say much about himself or show what he's really feeling a majority of the time, deep inside there is a loving tom just waiting for you. he would die to protect those that he lobes and holds dear. he wants nothing more than to have a family of his own one day, a family that he can watch as his kits grow old and into felines that he can be proud of and a mate that he cares deeply about. however, he is not the type to rush head first into anything. it'll take a while for anyone to break the hard outer-shell to find the yummy goodness inside. and there is a reason he is a rescuer - he enjoys helping others see the truth of evil in the clans and rescuing them from a life filled with hardships that they couldn't survive well alone. he wants felines to join the rescuers - he wants them to be a part of this family.
'i found a herd. we look out for each other - that's what i love.'
KNOW WHAT'S TO COME
do not accept this, though we're alone we must fight for each breath
HISTORY
born as a kittypet, this tom has a history that has few things that cannot be left unforgotten. he's one of those toms that feels like throughout his life he has been pulled in certain directions. he feels like he is a puppet on strings an that life is his puppeteer. he never truly feels like he had any decision on what ha happened to him, in many ways, it feels like his life has passed in a dreamy fog...like it really didn't happen to him at all. he kooks at the things that's happened to him with disgust and malice, wanting to hurt those that hurt him. he's changed so much from the beginning to the end hat some days, it feels like he should just awake one morning all cozy in his kittypet bed with a bowl of disgusting two-leg food and a bowl of milk in front of him.
but, let's start from the beginning, shall we?
since he was born as a kittypet, he remembers very little and very dimly hid life before he was adopted by owners. he remembers a black she-vat who had been his mother and being surrounded by his siblings - three of them he believes even though he's never met them in his life. his two-leg family consisted of a family of four; two tall ones and two little ones. the little ones always chased him around the house and well, let's just say he was never the type that liked to be pampered, held, and played with. he was a bit wild for a kittypet and the life never truly suited him. even though he would often scratch his ownwrs and hiss at them, his two-legs never took his claws away. maybe he was too young or maybe they thought that'd be cruel or perhaps they thought they could tame him. whatever the reason, it's lucky they never got the chance.
throughout the moons, the tom continuously heard rumors about a group of felines that lived wild and free in the forest beyond his own gates. he often came and went from them, but like most kittypets, he never traveled far, afraid of the rumors that he heard...well, not afraid so much as reserved. the rumors said they were vicious felines with little to do with those born outside his group. they were apparently felines that would kill anyone they saw on sight without hesitation. but as the moons passed, tybalt became more and more curiously drawn in like a fly to a light. he started traveling further and further from his home and further into the depths of the forest. eventually he got so deep in that decided the rumors were nothing but lies.
that is, until he met a she-cat there.
tybalt was about eleven moons at the time, almost a year old. the she-cat found him, a newly named warrior herself. she told him to get lost before he got hurt and her told her to try and take him out. they had a little scramble that he did fairly well against her, but of course he didn't stand a chance. after the little fighting, he told her that he'd leave and she decided to escort him...and they started to talking. he asked her questions about the clan and what it was like and she started to praise it. she said how amazing it was and how she felt bad for him, being a kittypet. being forced to go back and sleep in comfort without feeling the love of a group and being to find his own friends outside the world of safety.
it's a little bit more than safe to say that he might have gotten offended by her words, but he was tempted and he asked her if there was anyway that the clan might allow him to join them. he told he that he was no pampered kittypet, that he hardly spent anytime with his two-legs, that he hated and despised them. she told him that'd she see, talk to her leader and get back to him.
three moons later, she finally did.
she came to his fence and told him to meet her by the tree where they fist met - that her leader was there and was ready to meet him to see if he had what it took to join the clan. when he met with the leader, the leader told him that he could join the clan, as long as he promised to respect their ways and the leader went on a rant (and rant that when on and on and on and on and on) about the customs hat he would be expected to follow and he told tybalt about starclan and how they are to be respected and worshiped. tybalt eventually just...couldn't stand it. he told the leader that he was mouse-brained and that there was no such thing as starclan, that when they died that was it - it was the end. there was no-one watching over them and that the clans must be a bunch of idiots to believe such load of fox-dung.
well...let's just sat that tybalt was fed up by how superior the leader sounded like his was the right way and everything else sucked. plus, tybalt did think he was a little crazy - that all clan-cats had to be crazy to believe all that. the she-cat that had become his acquaintance got fed up with him and attacked him. she was angry and frustrated that after trying to help him join the clan that he would insult her way of life in that matter. she wanted to hurt him and he was a little startled by her sudden betrayal against him, though he supposed it was warranted the way that he acted against everything that she knew, even when he knew that he was right and that these clan were filled with wannabes that just wanted a reason to feel that they were better than everyone else - including each other.
the leader told him to leave their territory for good and the she-cat told him that if she ever caught him on their territory again, she'd kill him. that was a second chance that he didn't deserve and he knows it.
after that, he refused to go back to being a kittypet. he hated the life that was there and the experience had changed him, hardened him. he could no longer be in that pampered life because he knew that it would just open up more doors for felines that weren't kittypets to mock him for being a tom that he wasn't. he could take care of himself and for a few moons, he did.when he was fifteen moons old though, he ran into a tom that belonged to a group called the rescuers brought him into the group. that's where tybalt earned he belonged and he wants nothing more than to bring revenge down on thunderclan - the clan that tried to act bigger than him - down. he wanted to bring their whole lifestyle down. once and for all.
THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY JEOPARDY
