Post by spock on Apr 23, 2011 14:46:45 GMT -6
Stock credit: Outsider767 @ DA
Name: Rookheart
Age: Twelve moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice:
Love Interest:
Kin:
- Aspenscar: Mother {Deceased}
- Pineclaw: Father {Banished}
Description: Being rather small in stature, some could swear this young she-cat is at a distinct disadvantage. What better to way not to judge a book by its cover than by experience? Despite her small stature, she's rather quick on her paws and knows how to turn something around to go in her favor. Black and white fur covers her small frame while harsh, emerald eyes gaze indifferently about within the confines of a delicately shaped face. Her fur is somewhat long and sometimes impedes her movement but with practice, she's learned how to use the fur to her advantage. Minimal scarring tissue litters her flesh in small patches where the fur was unable to grow back. Even with her appearance, she's far from unattractive.
Personality: She is a very wild gal, that’s a given. She will not stop at anything to have all the fun she can have in life. She is a free soul, nothing can tame her. Of course, with this wild side of her, it can be a cause for problems and controversy in the future. It is very difficult to make her do as you please, for she answers to no one. The girl isn’t big on thinking things through before she does them, and usually goes with the flow of whatever consequences come her way. But as long as she enjoyed herself, then it was all worth it to her. Along with being a wild child, she is also psychotic if gotten on her bad side. You haven’t seen cold and spiteful, until you have seen the likes of her. She doesn’t take crap from anyone, she’s normally pretty Zen unless you try to do something particularly horrendous to tick her off, she'll rip you to shreds or die trying. Her mentor taught her how to put up a good fight, and she won't hesitate to if someone upsets her enough. Most, who are sane, try to stay clear of her angry side; because it is really one side you don’t want to see.
She is very outgoing, and usually she would be the first to come up to you and start talking. Even though she can be quite the psychopath, that doesn’t hold her back from still wanting friends and still trying to find some good in others. However, though she is very outgoing, she does only contribute when it is necessary. She doesn’t talk for the sake of hearing her own voice. She is always the first to volunteer and do something to meet others. She’s also always up for having an adventure. There’s nothing holding her back. With her outgoing nature, there is rarely anything that fazes her.
Though she has the ability to adapt to so many things in her life, she does have one thing that has filtered through has got to be her confidence. She is fearless in everything she says and does and won't ever compromise herself for anybody. However, with this amount of confidence, some may confuse it with arrogance because of the amount of self-assurance she has. Okay, sometimes she may get a little full of herself, but in time and day who doesn’t have their moment?
Independent to the core, she almost never asks for help; ever. This stubborn independence has gotten her into sticky situations on more than one occasion. Dependence on others is not an option for this girl and often refuses to ask for help with things unless it is absolutely necessary. She will also hide any negative emotions she feels until she is alone because she doesn’t like others to see her in moments of weakness. She tries to avoid disclosing personal problems to others as she doesn’t like others to pity or feel sorry for her. Because of this, she tends to close others off from her alienating herself from any sort of contact for weeks on end until whatever got under her skin got out. This alienation also causes her to become unnaturally quiet and unnaturally indifferent to the world around her.
History: Born to a mother and father, like any newborn, this young girl had a few things to live up to if she ever hoped to succeed within ShadowClan. She had one or two things going against her from the beginning. Her mother died during childbirth and as a result, her father flew off the handle and got himself banished. The care of the kit had been shoved upon a queen who had birthed a litter of her own the same day. She had been raised with the kits and was never privy to the fate of her birth parents until her apprenticeship, although it made little difference to her and nor would it affect her future. She was an odd kit, never choosing to play but rather choosing to shadow the apprentices as they did their duties within the camp. She observed them, and they gave a few secrets that they swore would help her when the time came, although she never took these tips seriously until she was actually presented with the issues firsthand.
Six moons passed quickly and before she knew it, she was an apprentice and finally living outside of the nursery. She was friendly on occasion, although she never found the time to joke around unless it was during a period that she knew would not impose upon her learning or duties to her Clan. She was a no nonsense type of cat who payed rapt attention to her mentor. The few times she did joke around, she ended up getting in trouble and assigned more duties which she did as quickly as she could. She was a fast learner and was almost as smart as her mentor when it came to strategy, although she still had a few things to correct. She was too prideful to admit she needed help, but she was far from prideful when it came to admitting she was missing key components. When her mentor thought she was ready, she had her second ceremony and went from being Rookpaw to Rookheart.
Other: Prsh, yes. I want a cookie..nao. ;<__<
Roleplay Example: Twin, stygian ears flicked slightly as the duo-toned she-cat padded silently along the ground. Rookpaw! If you insist upon acting like an apprentice, I will insist upon returning you to your former duties! Her former mentor spat from behind her, although she brushed it off with a purr of amusement and flick of her tail. "If you weren't so slow, I wouldn't need to get ahead of myself. Can you not see that the others grow weary going the pace of a snail, mouse brain?" She queried sweetly with venom lacing her softly spoken lyrics.
Twitching the tip of her tail yet again, she bounded forward, taking comfort in the sounds that her snow-colored paws made as they thundered along the terrain that had made up the territory she had called home since a kit. Although her mind wandered, she seemed completely focused upon the task at hand. Pale, emerald eyes gazed straight ahead as her strides lengthened. Pausing only briefly to inhale, she doubled back and returned to the group of her clanmates that were still floundering about to catch up to her. "Sorry about that. Had to clear my head." She stated rather curtly with a stiff dip of her head.
She could only imagine the response she would get from her mother. This thought alone was enough to make her chuckle. The queen, whom she had grown up to call mother, would have clawed her ears for such insubordination. Luckily for her, she needn't worry about that for the time being. Stalking forward, she wriggled her sleek body through the cluster of cats and headed back to the camp. "Have fun." She called out rather blandly over her shoulder, a twinkle in her emerald gaze.
She wasn't like most and nor would she ever be. She pushed the limit, more often times than not, on purpose then accepted whatever punishment was thrust upon her without complaint. She served her Clan well, and she tended to fool around whenever official duties weren't plaguing her everyday rituals. She was a driven cat, always looking for one way or another to stand out from the crowd without any intentions of becoming anything more than what she already was. Taut limbs moved her body forward at a steady pace. She and the others usually had chosen to go out of the camp to do extra tasks that nobody else seemed to have the time to do. Her whiskers twitched as she attempted to hold back the slowly formulating grin.
ACCEPTED! 
