Post by Harrald on Aug 4, 2009 19:39:34 GMT -5
She was originally a wolf of mine, but her bio is so great I changed her to a leader. I love the bio so much I decided to stick with it. :3 Tell me what you think.
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Character!
Deathfur
27 Moons
Female
DarkClan
Deputy
Feline
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Dark as night
The morning light
Filters in on dirty sands
On untouchable lands
And makes me say
Beautiful day
Picture a beige curtain of the sleekest, softest, most amazing and breathtaking silk. Okay, you're getting closer. Now cover a sleek, toned and well-built cat with it. Then paint the back so that it looks almost patchwork, with browns and blacks faded and speckled and spotted and sprawled across. Don't forget to paint the tail the same color, its browns and blacks, and the legs and belly as well the same. But you're still not there yet. I'm way prettier. The face is a bit different, a lighter cream and just as soft and fine. My nose is streaked in a slightly lighter, faint brown as well as around my eyes. My forehead has a point-shape on it in a lighter gold with a dark streak parting it in half. See, not half bad for a thin cat, eh? Then make the eyes. They are a soft, faded olive like an old tree's soft leaves. My fur is somewhat muddy, I'll admit, but with its unique spots and splotches and its beautiful face arrow, and with emotional golden eyes, I have to admit I'm the prettiest cat around.
I am thin and very well toned to say the least of it. My long legs are coated with short, but not too short, and silky hairs that are creamy brown half-way down and lighter the rest of the way. They are sturdy and strong, with smooth, lean muscles to add on top of it all. Their sleek and slender build easily disguises the secret lean muscles that bunch beneath and hide, waiting to pounce.
My feet are small, and well-rounded. They are hard and have only short, stubble hairs. My nails are the same as any cat's, being dark and dangerous and a hidden weapon that should be watched out for. I tend to worry more about my appearance than anything, and keep my claws well attended to - and they haven't cracked yet once!
My silky fur just accents my fine tail. It is a large puff, similar to a fox's in appearance, with a tendency to flow back and forth smoothly, like a soft breeze or a ripple on the waves. And in the breeze it is a beautiful maze of tangled webs of wind, almost perfect in its own. It is a keen bit that only adds to my sleek appearance. It is also great for showing my emotional side, and is along with my beautiful face the strongest source of body language for me. When angry or scared it tucks beneath me, when happy it sticks straight up as best as I can.
Speaking of my face, it's the highlight of my body. It is a slender and sleek face, an upside-down teardrop when looked at from an angle. My muzzle is unusually long and I have the appearance of being more canine than feline, but my face is by far the most cat-like structure of mine. I have slightly sunken cheeks and black lips to match my shadow of a nose. My tongue is rarely seen out of my mouth aside from drinking or eating, and is a soft pink like a flower's petals and just as silky-smooth. Believe me, I'd know.
On my face are two things you can't miss. First, my ears like two discs or very large moons. And even though they are that big, I love them just the same. They are roughly worn triangles in shape and very thin. They are a dark pink, with hardly a whisp of hair in either of them. The tips of them are dipped in a shadowy black to match my nose and only enhance my features. But you most definitely can't miss my eyes. They're the most beautiful things the world has ever known. They look like olives, or maybe tree leaves, but they are beautiful nonetheless. And because of this, I'm the lucky girl who's stolen every tom's heart.
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I'm not a sweety pie, and I'm no angel. No, I'm not some sappy little kitty with big eyes and a big, fuzzy heart full of joy. Ew. No, I'm a lot more sane than that. I do like to think of myself as beautiful, and I'm not one of those pathetic losers who think they're ugly and stupid. But I'm not so vain it kills me. I know I'm no perfect cat myself, but I like to live up to my high standards. And I know I'm beautiful, and everyone else knows it too. Because I walk and talk with my own heir of pride and I'm just that cool.
But that doesn't mean I'm all sane and no big ball of joy. No, I have my own fun points. And flaws I'm not proud of. I tend to get a little snappy at times, and can be a real airhead if I'm not well rested. But I am very clever when it comes to battle planning and strategies, so you know that I'm the best war cat around. And not only that, but I can be very fun. I love to smile and laugh at jokes and be a kid at times. Though I know when I need to be serious.
Positives
Smart at battle strategies
Kind enough
Beautiful
Very thoughtful
Considers both sides
Never starts fights
Is a great friend
Negatives
Vain
Can be an airhead at times
Easily irritable
Not always a genius
Can be a bit girly
Favorites
Kits
Love
Her Clan
Rainy days
Families
Battles
Hates
Murder
Sorrow
Disease
Death
Herself when unhappy
History:
The sun was long absent on the dark day of Demon's birth. It had been a week of rain and now the rivers flowed fast and even the barren landscapes around the abandoned mine was soaked and had become a giant mud pit. But that never stopped the birth of Demon and her brother Dark. Parents were long-mates and this was their first litter. The sweet and gentle nature of Demon's mother. But she never got to grow up with her mother, nor her father.
It was a rainy day and she came early in the morning. Or was it late at night? Well, whenever it was it was cold, wet, dark, and horrifying. But with two beautiful kits born a proud mother began to feel that she was the luckiest of all. She had never felt so much joy and she had yet to see such beautiful kits before. However, her life was quickly cut short by an angry fool. Jealousy seems to always get the better of a sane cat, doesn't it? And even in this case there was no stopping the cruel claws of an angry ex-love.
It started out fine, and she cleaned the kits and let them nurse. That is, until the dark and shadowy figure of an angry cat tom hurried after her. He growled in anger and she looked up to see the familiar black and grey pelt of Duke, her old love. He was easily jealous and had a cold heart, making him feared among the cats. He had become overly jealous when his old mate had chosen to be mates with a loner cat instead of him, and had sought this loner and tried to kill him so many times. But he could never find the shadow of the dark cat that had ruined his life.
A brawl began with a few exchanged words. She begging for him not to hurt her or her kits, he promising death to her love and her family. He quickly lashed out and snagged her neck, breaking her spine and killing her instantly. He knew that if he couldn't find her mate, he could make the cat suffer more by making him live a life of sorrow for the loss of his love. And then Duke realized that he could raise the two kits in his own evil image as their father. They could even help him take over the Clan. It was a foolproof plot and he was eager to begin.
Duke took both of the kits back to FernClan and retold his own sad version of the story. He had followed his mate out for a nice day of hunting, as only she and Duke knew about her loner mate. Then she had given birth to two beautiful kits and left them motherless and dead. The Clan grieved for her, as the story was sad and they pitied the tom and his kits. So Duke raised the kits with fatherly pride as his own, naming them Demonkit and Darkkit.
Darkpaw showed a lot of promise in Duke's eyes and he was a skilled fighter and a superb hunter, like his grandfather had been. Duke began to grow attached to him and sprinkled him with seeds of darkness and deception. Demonpaw could sense Duke's evil and only pretended to be a good daughter for him. One night she found herself brave enough to confront Darkpaw and tell him about what she suspected Duke of doing. However, Darkpaw trusted his father, so he 'agreed' with his sister, promising not to tell. But the next morning Demonpaw awoke to an angered father and a liar brother.
It was then that Duke challenged his eight-moon-old daughter to a battle of the death. She agreed and began to fight with all her heart, hoping to rid the Clan of this dark monster once and for all. But forty-moon-old Duke had age, talent, and practice on his side as he managed to defeat Demonpaw. He was, like most evil villains, a fool in his turn. As he walked up to Demonpaw and laid his claws across her throat to finish her off, he was met out of nowhere by Darkpaw. He died instantly as Darkpaw brutally ripped out his throat, and even though he had broken the fight's rules he had saved his sister. He had only done so, however, because he had realized while Duke fought his 'daughter' that Demonpaw had been right. The two siblings became fast friends afterward.
Demonpaw became a pack favorite rather quickly, and she and Darkpaw were heros for ridding FernClan of the menacing, fearsome Duke. But they felt nothing more than a sense of companionship and strength in their victory. They were quickly loved by the pack and accepted as their own members even so young. Darkpaw later decided he wanted to leave the Clan and become a loner, and Demonpaw was heartbroken at the thought of seeing her brother go. She begged him to stay, and eventually persuaded him. But he always told her he had made the wrong choice in staying, and she sadly accepted that the day he did choose to leave.
Demonpaw, now Demonheart, remained alone and without a strong male figurehead for some time. She wandered the lands alone in search of Darkpaw, and she was long alone. That is, until she found DarkClan. She was immediately drawn to the Clan, both by their strength and supremity. She eagerly joined the Clan, but changed her name to Deathfur to leave her past behind her. Deathfur looked up to the Clan leader Darthstar most of all, and began to fall in love with him too. When she was elected DarkClan deputy she eagerly proved her strength. But Darthstar already had a mate, and she soon realized that for her better she'd have to disconnect herself from him. She did so, and merely serves her Clan before. Having nothing to live for, though, lets her better be Deputy of DarkClan.
Other: Whether or not she's accepted as Leader I'm still going to keep her! Maybe as Deputy, who knows?
Myself!
Do you have any previous experience RPing a cat realistically? Yes, I have plenty of experience. I've always loved Warrior Cat RP best. However, all of these sites died young with lack of members. I have excessive cat RP and will always research what I don't know.
Do you have any previous moderating experience? If so, please list website(s) with URL(s): Well, if you must... I'll list all the currently living ones since I don't want to list all of the sites I've modded on previous.
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And here. :3
Plus I own my own site which is being worked on, if you want to see it.
Do you have any experience with web design/coding?: I can find you codes and I have been told that I am incredible with skin color choices.
Have you created/helped run a proboards forum before? If so, please list website(s) with URL(s): All the above ones I've modded on, and TONS more. I used to RP twenty living sites at a time actively.
What do you feel you can contribute to the site?: I can be extremely active and help bring in members from other sites. I can also bring in good RP and can run a pack / help run a pack very well.
How active can you be? How much time can you put in?: You know active ole me. Because I have nothing better to do in my day I pride myself on a flawless attendance record of as often as possible. I can put in 4-5 days on average on a bad week, 6-7 on an average week. xD Unless I'm on vacation.
Please give me a persuasive paragraph on why I should make you an leader and why you should be one: I'm extremely active. I'm extremely nice. I'm extremely... extreme. xD I'm a fun person and love to joke, but I hate harassing or being rude. It just doesn't fly with me. I'm always eager to help and always on to do whatever odd jobs required of me, including updating lists and accepting bios. I've got the experience, the passion, and the skills. I'd be an excellent Leader.
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