Post by numberxv on Jun 14, 2013 4:25:00 GMT -5
Name: Zwielicht (Twilight in German)
"You're never safe 'till you see the dawn
And if the clock strikes past midnight
The hope is gone
To move under...
In the moonlight ." -Savage Garden, Carry on Dancing
The Who.
Username: NumberXV
Gender:Male
Age: 2.3 years old
Rank: Wandering Rogue
How did you get here?: A Friend pulled me in, and gave me the link, shes new too, anyway, I haven't done a Cat Rp at all before, but, I'll try my best, that is all I can do.
Secret Code: One could say..... *ADMIN EDIT*
The What.
Personality: A tribute to his own given name, Zwielicht is quiet and soft-spoken, usually with a ice-cold intensity. He gained this icy demeanor after several encounters (See History), in which he was betrayed. He doesn't form trust, or attachments well, if at all. Slightly cynical as well, he sees the darker side of life, and is quiet happy to walk alongside it tail in tail so to speak. He is blunt, and like his appearance, doesn't have much in the way of social graces, but he does have a merciful side to him, doing nice-things for cats who need it, even if he distrusts them. This usually comes off to people as he has his own agenda, making him mysterious as the Twilight for which he named for.
Appearance:
Zwielicht is a dark gray-blue German Rex-Norwegian Forest cat mix, with several scars. Each scar is small and in its own place, except for one, which is the most noticeable one is running across his face, stretching from his left ear, across his right eye, and down the right side of his jaw. His coat is smooth and silky, glossy with a slight shimmer to it when he moves in a low-light situation, such as under the moon. His eyes are a light green, and the one that has the scar running over it, has a slight milky cloudiness to it, belaying the fact he still has somewhat perfect sight in both. He is fairly big and bulky, with powerful muscles in his body, he doesn't have much in the way of high refined grace that most Cats have.
The Where.
Family: All dead, cept' for his sister, who is somewhere in Norway(Possible next Character.)
History: Born to a pet in his hometown of Boppard, he was, at a early age, instilled with a sense of discomfort with the lifestyle of a pet, and had a wanderlust. So taking the chance just when he was 6 months old, he left, and went into the Germanic Forests, following a wind to the west. After a while, it was his first winter in the wild, and he fell in the local gang, on the border of Germany and France. He was naive, and believed them to be his friends, just until they took his prey that he had caught that day, and in the process ripped him up. Causing both mental and physical scars, giving him a sense of distrust of those around him. Eventually, after getting into several more fights, he traversed a hill, looking over Paris, it was night-time, and the glittering lights stunned him for a bit, after that moment passed, he decided to stay in Paris for awhile, his wanderlust stated finally. Now halfway into his second year in Paris, he has kept to himself, taking a small abandoned lumberyard, in serious disrepair on the outskirts of the old town district. This borders the country-side, and he is now out of it, the humans having finally torn it down for another one of their many building projects.
Place of Birth: Germany, Boppard. (Its a Town, nice village actually, right on the river Rhein too.)
"You're never safe 'till you see the dawn
And if the clock strikes past midnight
The hope is gone
To move under...
In the moonlight ." -Savage Garden, Carry on Dancing
The Who.
Username: NumberXV
Gender:Male
Age: 2.3 years old
Rank: Wandering Rogue
How did you get here?: A Friend pulled me in, and gave me the link, shes new too, anyway, I haven't done a Cat Rp at all before, but, I'll try my best, that is all I can do.
Secret Code: One could say..... *ADMIN EDIT*
The What.
Personality: A tribute to his own given name, Zwielicht is quiet and soft-spoken, usually with a ice-cold intensity. He gained this icy demeanor after several encounters (See History), in which he was betrayed. He doesn't form trust, or attachments well, if at all. Slightly cynical as well, he sees the darker side of life, and is quiet happy to walk alongside it tail in tail so to speak. He is blunt, and like his appearance, doesn't have much in the way of social graces, but he does have a merciful side to him, doing nice-things for cats who need it, even if he distrusts them. This usually comes off to people as he has his own agenda, making him mysterious as the Twilight for which he named for.
Appearance:
Zwielicht is a dark gray-blue German Rex-Norwegian Forest cat mix, with several scars. Each scar is small and in its own place, except for one, which is the most noticeable one is running across his face, stretching from his left ear, across his right eye, and down the right side of his jaw. His coat is smooth and silky, glossy with a slight shimmer to it when he moves in a low-light situation, such as under the moon. His eyes are a light green, and the one that has the scar running over it, has a slight milky cloudiness to it, belaying the fact he still has somewhat perfect sight in both. He is fairly big and bulky, with powerful muscles in his body, he doesn't have much in the way of high refined grace that most Cats have.
The Where.
Family: All dead, cept' for his sister, who is somewhere in Norway(Possible next Character.)
History: Born to a pet in his hometown of Boppard, he was, at a early age, instilled with a sense of discomfort with the lifestyle of a pet, and had a wanderlust. So taking the chance just when he was 6 months old, he left, and went into the Germanic Forests, following a wind to the west. After a while, it was his first winter in the wild, and he fell in the local gang, on the border of Germany and France. He was naive, and believed them to be his friends, just until they took his prey that he had caught that day, and in the process ripped him up. Causing both mental and physical scars, giving him a sense of distrust of those around him. Eventually, after getting into several more fights, he traversed a hill, looking over Paris, it was night-time, and the glittering lights stunned him for a bit, after that moment passed, he decided to stay in Paris for awhile, his wanderlust stated finally. Now halfway into his second year in Paris, he has kept to himself, taking a small abandoned lumberyard, in serious disrepair on the outskirts of the old town district. This borders the country-side, and he is now out of it, the humans having finally torn it down for another one of their many building projects.
Place of Birth: Germany, Boppard. (Its a Town, nice village actually, right on the river Rhein too.)