Post by phantomstar on Mar 28, 2012 14:06:42 GMT -5
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A black tom with yellow eyes and a white eye patch.
Phantommask, eventuallly Phantomstar, is a lithe, long - legged tom with short, midnightish onyx fur. The patch along his right eye is a silken white, and several scars mutilate his right eye, blurring the vision in it. His build isn't necessarily bulky nor muscular, but, rather, slender, which makes agility his advantage as he slips noiselessly throughout his shadowy haven. His eyes are a bright yellow color, which can be quite distracting whereupon negotiating with him.
He bares, apart from his rather repulsive eye injury, the cause yet unknown, no other scar nor deformity. Although he can be quite an attractive cat, he's quite the contrast on the inside. [/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]If anything, Phantomstar is definitely not an open book. He is a genuine clique of his own, unwilling to open up to anyone. He's devious, kniving, sharp tongued, and clever. Known as quite a mysterious feline, he often keeps to himself, plotting, planning his revenge. His vendetta.
Seductive:: Phantomstar has been known as a flirt. Picking the girlies up just to watch them shatter at his paws. He finds little amusement in this, but it counts for something, surely. The ShadowClan leader will not have anything that he does not enjoy in the grace of his presence.
Devious:: This feline is always plotting his revenge against others who have wronged him, while expressing and displaying quite a charming act. However, charm can be witchcraft, and looks can be deceiving, as refined as they may be.
Witty, Sharp - Tongued:: The tom is unafraid to voice his opinions, optimistic or pessimistic. He's sarcastic at the best of times, and some rumor that his tongue is sharper than his splintering claws, tearing deep gashes into the flesh of one's ego.
Unopen, Undefined:: Little is known of the leader. How he became such a prominent figure is , however, on the contrary, not a surprise, nor a mystery. He inhances the qualities of a true ShadowClan cat, although his looks may not be that of one. A select few have gotten bits and pieces of his past from him, but those days, as he says, are long over, and not worth dwellling upon.
Collected, Calm, Traitorous:: Phantomstar is quite a show under a tight situation, and can talk his way out of about anything. His temper never fully arises, and he's calm and collected when judgement comes around the corner. With a voice of ice, and a gaze of fire, he can just about win any argument, and overcome any obstical, consistently winning other felines over into false alliance. [/classy]
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Kithood:: As a newborn, Phantomkit's first scent wasn't that of the silky milk flowing from his mother, and the sounds weren't from his restless, squirming littermates. It was the snarl of disgust with him, with his mutilation along his eyes. The shrieks of a mother, and the disappointment of a father. He had been born into a litter of two. His sister, Mockingkit, was a beauty, and as he watched her grow popular with the society by which he lived, he couldn't help but feel an insufferable, gloomy state of abandonment. Of rejection. There are three needs that haunt every being's mind. The need to love and be loved, the need to belong, and the need to make a difference. Without these, one is but an empty soul in a pitiful shell of a body, and Phantomkit was one of the such. Moons wore on, dragging by slowly, and he lived them in fear of his father, as if he were a drunk, and spite of his mother, whom of which had left him to the duty of the other queens.
Apprenticeship:: At precisely the age of six moons, Phantomkit was annointed as Phantompaw, being given a feline named Cherryblossom as a mentor. She doubted his strengths, and came to much a surprise upon the realization of his clever wits. Moons in the nursery alone had given him time to develop methods and skills that would guide him blindly along the path of leadership in the near future. His senses sharpened due to impaired eyesight, and he was a favorite of some of the most senior warriors, who had seen past his hollow heart and cold stare, and into his potential as a crafty, skilled, and well loved warrior. These days flew by the most quickly, because, as the current clan leader, Venomstar, recognized this prodigy of an apprentice at hand, he was given a warrior's ceremony early, much to the detest and disdain of his sister, who had failed several assessments, having been caught up in her vanity.
Warrior - ship: This didn't last long, I daresay, because soon the deputy of ShadowClan fell to an incurable disease, one that claimed his life savagely. Who could have better filled the position? To the apprehension and defiance of the clan, who disapproved of such a young and inexperienced deputy, Phantommask was appointed as the official ShadowClan second in command not four moons after his long - awaited and well deserved ceremony.
Deputyship:: Ah, yes. These were the days and the time given to him to prove himself to his clan. He strived to be the most self - sufficient feline residing in the marshy camp, and exceeded his goal by a longshot. He was always prepared in battles, though, no cat is without flaw, and he isn't an exception, Phantommask did not always have the upperhand in these, and lost a small portion of them. His clan was always to be fed before him, and their health was his first priority. On the first day of new - leaf, a tragedy befell the clan, as the deputy trudged solemnly from the leader's den, his yellow gaze a might bit dull, and informed them of Venomstar's passing away underneath the frigid wind of the last night of leaf - bare.
Leadership:: This has yet to be approved.
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[classy=title]other[/classy][classy=text]Every clan, it seemed, was struggling it its own way. This was the beginning, the resurrection, that would bring them all to power. Their numbers and populair, however, was minimal. It was almost unacceptable. To the point where Phantomstar was ready to suck up his pride and form an alliance. This was a rarity, as the ShadowClan leader was known for his devious, kniving wit, often keeping to himself in his shadowy haven of a residence.
Deep in thought, the yellow glare of his eyes dulled a bit as he retreated from his own territory, into the sacred lands. New landmarks would be discussed at the next gathering, he assumed. As he proceeded with his stroll along the carefully dotted path, his maw curved upward in upmost consideration.
ThunderClan was filled with thick, luscious vegetation that would easily provide shelter if needed. Yes, they could be considered an ally, if their lovestruck leader would have some common sense. He was aware of her interest in him, and it was almost disgusting. But she was a fair and kind leader, her optimism contrasting with his pessimism, which would provide an evenly balanced alliance if need be. But there was something about her he wasn't sure about.. she was multi- personalitied. Sometimes an angel, whereas another time a possessed demon.
RiverClan was almost an obvious choice. The leader, Viperstar, was well collected and ambitious, which would make their team a prominent combination, but, of course, where would this lead them? Phantomstar wouldn't permit anyone to exceed his dominance. He was but a beast, fighting to maintain the upper hand.
WindClan was a lesser likely choice. They were more likely to lean toward ThunderClan for support, the cowards. These tempermental felines were sketchy, therefore quick to flee. This would be a hindrance if they were to team up in battle, but their agility could not be matched. Phantomstar reconsidered briefly. No. It would never work.
SkyClan. He was unsure about a pending alliance with this clan oftree-huggers flight. He knew little about them, but it was evident that an alliance would only be made grudgingly. Swiftstar had proven himself to be openly challenging, having taken a higher position at the gathering, which was highly offensive to the ShadowClan leader. He snarled at the thought. The impulse of the feline was atrocious.
Slipping soundlessly through the night into the well - known fourtrees, his nose twitched as the pungent scent of another cat became evident. Who else, besides him, would have had the right mind to attend this very spot at such an hour of the night?
(A little past a paragraph, I daresay. And I'm afraid that this biography may be ineffecient. I'm a bit tired this fine morning, and will be happy to redo anything if possible. ) [/classy]
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A black tom with yellow eyes and a white eye patch.
Phantommask, eventuallly Phantomstar, is a lithe, long - legged tom with short, midnightish onyx fur. The patch along his right eye is a silken white, and several scars mutilate his right eye, blurring the vision in it. His build isn't necessarily bulky nor muscular, but, rather, slender, which makes agility his advantage as he slips noiselessly throughout his shadowy haven. His eyes are a bright yellow color, which can be quite distracting whereupon negotiating with him.
He bares, apart from his rather repulsive eye injury, the cause yet unknown, no other scar nor deformity. Although he can be quite an attractive cat, he's quite the contrast on the inside. [/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]If anything, Phantomstar is definitely not an open book. He is a genuine clique of his own, unwilling to open up to anyone. He's devious, kniving, sharp tongued, and clever. Known as quite a mysterious feline, he often keeps to himself, plotting, planning his revenge. His vendetta.
Seductive:: Phantomstar has been known as a flirt. Picking the girlies up just to watch them shatter at his paws. He finds little amusement in this, but it counts for something, surely. The ShadowClan leader will not have anything that he does not enjoy in the grace of his presence.
Devious:: This feline is always plotting his revenge against others who have wronged him, while expressing and displaying quite a charming act. However, charm can be witchcraft, and looks can be deceiving, as refined as they may be.
Witty, Sharp - Tongued:: The tom is unafraid to voice his opinions, optimistic or pessimistic. He's sarcastic at the best of times, and some rumor that his tongue is sharper than his splintering claws, tearing deep gashes into the flesh of one's ego.
Unopen, Undefined:: Little is known of the leader. How he became such a prominent figure is , however, on the contrary, not a surprise, nor a mystery. He inhances the qualities of a true ShadowClan cat, although his looks may not be that of one. A select few have gotten bits and pieces of his past from him, but those days, as he says, are long over, and not worth dwellling upon.
Collected, Calm, Traitorous:: Phantomstar is quite a show under a tight situation, and can talk his way out of about anything. His temper never fully arises, and he's calm and collected when judgement comes around the corner. With a voice of ice, and a gaze of fire, he can just about win any argument, and overcome any obstical, consistently winning other felines over into false alliance. [/classy]
[classy=title]history[/classy][classy=text]
Kithood:: As a newborn, Phantomkit's first scent wasn't that of the silky milk flowing from his mother, and the sounds weren't from his restless, squirming littermates. It was the snarl of disgust with him, with his mutilation along his eyes. The shrieks of a mother, and the disappointment of a father. He had been born into a litter of two. His sister, Mockingkit, was a beauty, and as he watched her grow popular with the society by which he lived, he couldn't help but feel an insufferable, gloomy state of abandonment. Of rejection. There are three needs that haunt every being's mind. The need to love and be loved, the need to belong, and the need to make a difference. Without these, one is but an empty soul in a pitiful shell of a body, and Phantomkit was one of the such. Moons wore on, dragging by slowly, and he lived them in fear of his father, as if he were a drunk, and spite of his mother, whom of which had left him to the duty of the other queens.
Apprenticeship:: At precisely the age of six moons, Phantomkit was annointed as Phantompaw, being given a feline named Cherryblossom as a mentor. She doubted his strengths, and came to much a surprise upon the realization of his clever wits. Moons in the nursery alone had given him time to develop methods and skills that would guide him blindly along the path of leadership in the near future. His senses sharpened due to impaired eyesight, and he was a favorite of some of the most senior warriors, who had seen past his hollow heart and cold stare, and into his potential as a crafty, skilled, and well loved warrior. These days flew by the most quickly, because, as the current clan leader, Venomstar, recognized this prodigy of an apprentice at hand, he was given a warrior's ceremony early, much to the detest and disdain of his sister, who had failed several assessments, having been caught up in her vanity.
Warrior - ship: This didn't last long, I daresay, because soon the deputy of ShadowClan fell to an incurable disease, one that claimed his life savagely. Who could have better filled the position? To the apprehension and defiance of the clan, who disapproved of such a young and inexperienced deputy, Phantommask was appointed as the official ShadowClan second in command not four moons after his long - awaited and well deserved ceremony.
Deputyship:: Ah, yes. These were the days and the time given to him to prove himself to his clan. He strived to be the most self - sufficient feline residing in the marshy camp, and exceeded his goal by a longshot. He was always prepared in battles, though, no cat is without flaw, and he isn't an exception, Phantommask did not always have the upperhand in these, and lost a small portion of them. His clan was always to be fed before him, and their health was his first priority. On the first day of new - leaf, a tragedy befell the clan, as the deputy trudged solemnly from the leader's den, his yellow gaze a might bit dull, and informed them of Venomstar's passing away underneath the frigid wind of the last night of leaf - bare.
Leadership:: This has yet to be approved.
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[classy=title]other[/classy][classy=text]Every clan, it seemed, was struggling it its own way. This was the beginning, the resurrection, that would bring them all to power. Their numbers and populair, however, was minimal. It was almost unacceptable. To the point where Phantomstar was ready to suck up his pride and form an alliance. This was a rarity, as the ShadowClan leader was known for his devious, kniving wit, often keeping to himself in his shadowy haven of a residence.
Deep in thought, the yellow glare of his eyes dulled a bit as he retreated from his own territory, into the sacred lands. New landmarks would be discussed at the next gathering, he assumed. As he proceeded with his stroll along the carefully dotted path, his maw curved upward in upmost consideration.
ThunderClan was filled with thick, luscious vegetation that would easily provide shelter if needed. Yes, they could be considered an ally, if their lovestruck leader would have some common sense. He was aware of her interest in him, and it was almost disgusting. But she was a fair and kind leader, her optimism contrasting with his pessimism, which would provide an evenly balanced alliance if need be. But there was something about her he wasn't sure about.. she was multi- personalitied. Sometimes an angel, whereas another time a possessed demon.
RiverClan was almost an obvious choice. The leader, Viperstar, was well collected and ambitious, which would make their team a prominent combination, but, of course, where would this lead them? Phantomstar wouldn't permit anyone to exceed his dominance. He was but a beast, fighting to maintain the upper hand.
WindClan was a lesser likely choice. They were more likely to lean toward ThunderClan for support, the cowards. These tempermental felines were sketchy, therefore quick to flee. This would be a hindrance if they were to team up in battle, but their agility could not be matched. Phantomstar reconsidered briefly. No. It would never work.
SkyClan. He was unsure about a pending alliance with this clan of
Slipping soundlessly through the night into the well - known fourtrees, his nose twitched as the pungent scent of another cat became evident. Who else, besides him, would have had the right mind to attend this very spot at such an hour of the night?
(A little past a paragraph, I daresay. And I'm afraid that this biography may be ineffecient. I'm a bit tired this fine morning, and will be happy to redo anything if possible. ) [/classy]
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