Post by xxGEMiNi on Jun 14, 2009 9:27:50 GMT -5
Name: Mr. Adam
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Male
Group: East
Desired Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Male
Group: East
Desired Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Mr. Adam looks like something out of a storybook. He looks like a knight, tall and proud with shining silver fur. Not only does he look like a knight, but he has the strength and endurance of one as well. His large muscles are simply the side effect of all his personal training. And, deep blue eyes glinting, he runs through life with a confident grin on his handsome face.Personality:
Mr. Adam is proud of his job. He teaches his students hunting, and boy does he do well. He can teach most students to be fine hunters, though he isn't one himself. That's why he was granted the teaching job, instead of hunting. He's clumsy and forgetful, but a good guy at heart, although his motives sometimes seem a little blurry. He can be flirty when he wants to be, but he's mostly unresponsive to other cat's attempts to sway him.History:
Miss Amelia was a fine hunter. She caught three mice every hunt, which was a great achievement for any cat. But she was never really social. She was devoted to her job so much that no one really stuck to her. So she was sort of an outcast.RP Sample:
And that was when she fell in love. A tom from the East had come to the University for thrills. See, everyone outside believed it to be haunted. So, claiming he wasn't a mouse, he burst in, silver pelt shining. Miss Amelia's heart stopped. Surely no cat could ever make her feel this way.
Cloaking herself in shadows, she whispered eerily, "Come here, handsome tom." She watched him shake, and his gallant face grow pale. He stared at the shadows and, spotting a pair of glinting green eyes, his own blue ones widened.
The tom padded forward, slowly, his paws making no sound on the concrete floor. He walked into the shadows and vanished, the darkness claiming him for its own.
The next morning, a body lay outside the University doors. Its silver fur, lined with blood, shone in the bright sunlight. Miss Amelia, worried of him telling the world what she had done, had done the only thing she could think of: killed him. It was an offense bad enough to exile her, but there was no trace of her on his pelt. Heck, for all they could see, he could've killed himself. Well, a few East members picked him up, tears in their eyes and a shiver in their hearts. "We won't forgive you!" they growled with surprising strength in their voices. And they left.
A couple months later, Miss Amelia was as quiet as always, but there was a layer of insanity to explain it. After killing him, the guilt had gnawed away at her mind. But she couldn't tell. The Doctors had relieved her of her job, due to her mental problem, as well as her being pregnant.
When the first kit came, she killed it, thinking it would be better off that way. The second and third too. When the last kit came, she grinned. "Looks a lot like 'ya, Silver. He's got yer fur," she said to seemingly nobody. She then left the defenseless kit there, and stumbled off to get a bit of catmint. She never returned.
The kit was named Adam, and he was raised like any other kit, with love and care. No one even remembered his late parents. Time flew by like it always does. He became a student. First of hunting, then of teaching. He became a hunting teacher after that. And no one has ever left his class with less than perfect skill at hunting.
