Post by gray on Jun 28, 2013 14:08:13 GMT -5
BROKENSTAR
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 44 MOONS MALE SHADOWCLAN LEADER | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, Brokenstar, formerly Brokentail BRIEF DESCRIPTION, long-haired dark brown tabby FAMILY, *Yellowfang, mother * * * * * Runningnose, foster brother *is unaware of the connection APPEARANCE PERSONALITY POSITIVES/STRENGTHS |
Strong
Physically massive, none of this tom’s bulk is excess weight. He is every ounce the warrior, from his muscles to his organs to the very tips of his whiskers. He is incredibly strong from countless seasons of battle and training, both going through training himself and from training others. Brokenstar also has a strong mind, and he will not be manipulated. He does the manipulating.
Charismatic
Speaking of manipulating, Brokenstar is quite the expert on the subject. He can easily sweep others up with his words, weaving golden tales with his silver tongue. He has an undeniable stage presence, this sort of compelling aura. He can easily convince others to do as he wishes. He doesn’t really appear pushy since his manipulation is subtle, but if he tells you to do something… well, you better pray to StarClan that you do it.
Confident
He’s confident, this one—confident in his abilities, his leadership, and his hold over his Clan. He doesn’t doubt his decisions, and you better not doubt them, either. Brokenstar knows what he’s doing. Even when it looks like he’s made a mistake, Brokenstar still stays confident in what he does. It’s good to see a leader who isn’t doubting themselves at every turn, but sometimes… this tabby tom can get a little too confident.
Fearless
Whether it’s gallant bravery or pure recklessness, Brokenstar is a fearless sort of tom. Nothing and no one stands in his way; he doesn’t cower in the face of danger. Instead, he rises to meet it head-on. He doesn’t shy away from battle—far from it, in fact –and he never diverts a conflict. He thrives on conflict. Some call him brave, others feel he’s stupid, but Brokenstar just doesn’t experience fear. He never has and believes he never will.
Intelligent & Cunning
Certainly, Brokenstar is intelligent. He has to be in order to keep up his little manipulation of his Clan without them rebelling. He turns his intelligence into cunning, since he sets more store with brawn rather than brains—what use to him are those who think? He needs big, hulking cats who will do his will without objection or question. It’s a very fine line, the one he walks, and it will take every ounce of craftiness to continue to balance on it.
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Cruel & Callous
Needless to say, Brokenstar is no warm and fuzzy love-bug. He is downright cruel and unfeeling, rather empty on the emotions department, really. He knows no boundaries, no act is too cruel to perform as long as it gets him what he wants. Machiavellianism, yes—the end justifies the means, of course. Uncaring, unsympathetic—oh, and he thrives on brutality and mercilessness.
Hot-tempered
Violent, brutal, angry… all are words that describe Brokenstar. He’s one hot-tempered little devil with no concept of the meaning of the words ‘calm’ or ‘peace’. He is very easy to anger and practically everything irritates him. Although he isn’t likely to lose control like Scourge of BloodClan is, he certainly is no reasonable level-headed cat.
Power-hungry
There is no right or wrong, only weakness and power. Brokenstar will stop at nothing to achieve what he wants—and what he wants is absolute power and control. This desire for power often blinds him, makes him a tad narrow-minded. He will often forget about the Clan as individuals and instead see his Clan, the pathway to what he wants, a machine if you will to do his bidding.
Unforgiving
There is no such thing as a second chance. If you screw up, it’s over; Brokenstar never forgives. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done for him in the past, because the present is all that matters. If Brokenstar hates you right now… well, you may as well hang it up. He never forgets, he never forgives, and he takes no excuse.
No Conscience
Really, the issue is that Brokenstar just has no conscience. Nothing is past him, he has no morals or scruples. There is no right and there is no wrong, in this tom’s eyes at least. He’s about as close to a feline psychopath as it’s possible to get. This lack of moral compass will get him into serious trouble one day when others wake up and realize how wrong he truly is, and finally pull the bravery to do something about it.
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HISTORY
-Yellowfang (SC medicine cat) and Raggedpelt (SC deputy) fall in love
-Yellowfang and Raggedpelt meet in secret
-Yellowfang becomes pregnant and secretly births Brokenkit and two stillborn she-kits in a hollow tree
-Brokenkit is given to Lizardfang, the only nursing queen
-Brokenkit’s foster siblings tease him and exclude him because of his unknown mother
-Yellowfang intervenes; attempts to interest Brokenkit in herbs
-Brokenkit insists he wants to be a warrior
-Brokenkit refuses to spend any more time with Yellowfang
-apprenticed to Nightpelt
-Brokenpaw starts a fight with two WindClan apprentice at his first Gathering
-begins training with claws out and ignores Nightpelt
-Raggedpelt becomes Raggedstar
-Brokenpaw becomes Brokentail
-Brokentail soon becomes Raggedstar’s deputy
-murders Raggedstar, though no one knows this
-becomes Brokenstar
-begins forcing kits to wean early
-apprentices kits at three moons old
-tricks the Clan into exiling Yellowfang
-drives out WindClan when he is denied access to their territory to ‘feed ShadowClan’s kits’
-Crookedstar agrees to let ShadowClan hunt on their territory, Bluestar hesitates
-launches an attack on ThunderClan’s camp
-sends Clawface to steal some ThunderClan kits, resulting in Spottedleaf’s death
-allies with RiverClan, declares war on ThunderClan and WindClan
-attempts to drive WindClan out once more
-ShadowClan wins the right to hunt in the tunnels against WindClan
-Yellowfang and Raggedpelt meet in secret
-Yellowfang becomes pregnant and secretly births Brokenkit and two stillborn she-kits in a hollow tree
-Brokenkit is given to Lizardfang, the only nursing queen
-Brokenkit’s foster siblings tease him and exclude him because of his unknown mother
-Yellowfang intervenes; attempts to interest Brokenkit in herbs
-Brokenkit insists he wants to be a warrior
-Brokenkit refuses to spend any more time with Yellowfang
-apprenticed to Nightpelt
-Brokenpaw starts a fight with two WindClan apprentice at his first Gathering
-begins training with claws out and ignores Nightpelt
-Raggedpelt becomes Raggedstar
-Brokenpaw becomes Brokentail
-Brokentail soon becomes Raggedstar’s deputy
-murders Raggedstar, though no one knows this
-becomes Brokenstar
-begins forcing kits to wean early
-apprentices kits at three moons old
-tricks the Clan into exiling Yellowfang
-drives out WindClan when he is denied access to their territory to ‘feed ShadowClan’s kits’
-Crookedstar agrees to let ShadowClan hunt on their territory, Bluestar hesitates
-launches an attack on ThunderClan’s camp
-sends Clawface to steal some ThunderClan kits, resulting in Spottedleaf’s death
-allies with RiverClan, declares war on ThunderClan and WindClan
-attempts to drive WindClan out once more
-ShadowClan wins the right to hunt in the tunnels against WindClan
OTHER INFORMATON
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RP SAMPLE
ooc: yes, I totally godmode Raggedstar throughout this, but he’s dead anyways and we know he’s gonna die, so please excuse it(:
The border between ShadowClan and the territories outside the Clans was always a messy place; scents intermingled and strange cats passed through all the time. There were countless rogues that seemed to think ShadowClan territory was theirs for hunting and resting, as well as wandering loners who, although they had no malicious intent, seemed to think the same. Then, there was also the matter of the Thunderpath—the great stinking think ran straight and true like some sickly solid river of black hard rock. Now that stunk like moon-old carrion; Brokentail would know, considering he and Raggedstar had just passed Carrionplace. Full of rats and infestation, it posed a constant threat to ShadowClan. Those rat bites were nasty, all the better to test the courage and determination of the next crop of apprentices. Who would run, and who would stand and fight? It served as the perfect test in Brokentail’s opinion, though his father seemed to prefer much less rigorous methods for apprentices to prove themselves.
Brokentail was a massive cat possessing a thick pelt of dark brown tabby fur. His pelt was crisscrossed by a latticework of scars, where fur would never grow again—the marks of battles, the trophies of triumph and fearlessness. His broad shoulders caused the fur right at that place where the neck met the torso to ripple, and each movement was full of power and purpose—and did he ever have a purpose tonight. It was time to take ShadowClan to the next level. The Clan was prosperous, yes, but that wasn’t enough—no one truly feared ShadowClan. Raggedstar wasn’t the leader the Clan needed to become truly great. The Clan needed someone stronger, with greater drive and more vision to lead it into its final victory—especially over that meddling ThunderClan, with softhearted Bluestar at its head.
He and Raggedstar were nearly at the edge of the Thunderpath beside the Carrionplace. It was time, time to ensure that ShadowClan would be able to reach its full potential. “Raggedstar?” said Brokentail. When his father glanced over, a quizzical smile on his face, he continued. “Do you believe ShadowClan is as great as it can possibly be?” Brokentail knew the answer to that question—yes, Raggedstar believed that ShadowClan was great, the greatest of the four Clans, as great as it could possibly be. I want to hear you say it, he thought, so I can know exactly why you aren’t a true ShadowClan leader.
“Well,” replied Raggedstar, “We are strong. We are healthy. Of course ShadowClan is great.” He brushed up against a tree trunk, marking it to warn the rogues and loners to stay out.
Brokentail shook his head. “That isn’t what I asked,” he growled, marking the ground in front of him. “I asked if you personally feel that ShadowClan is, right now, as great as it could ever be.”
Without hesitation, Raggedstar stopped to look at Brokentail, who stared calmly back.“Of course,” said Raggedstar. “I am proud of my Clan."
“No one truly fears us, Raggedstar. How are we great?” His claws itched to tear through something. He shook his head in mock sorrow, though he felt no apprehension or guilt. “You’ll have to pardon me what I am about to do. ShadowClan must be great. You had your time, but you never made us great. Powerful.” A flash of fear in Raggedstar’s eyes was all he had time for before Brokentail leaped forward with a snarl, bowling his father and leader over onto the marshy ground. The damp ground oozed; Brokentail could feel the moist earth underneath his hind paws, and beneath his front paws was the chest fur of his leader. His claw pierced Raggedstar’s flesh; Raggedstar hissed and writhed beneath him but Brokentail battered the other tomcat with his hind paws. “I am what ShadowClan needs!” he hissed as his claws tore at Raggedstar over and over again. “I will make this Clan the most feared and powerful Clan the forest has ever seen!” It was hardly a fair fight; the younger and bigger tom overpowered Raggedstar quickly. “Don’t tell anyone,” whispered Brokentail with a smirk. He sank his teeth into the back of the defeated warrior’s neck and felt his neck snap.
Stepping away to admire his handiwork, he shook his pelt and examined his wounds. Sufficient enough, he decided, sinking his teeth into the lifeless scruff of his former leader. He dragged Raggedstar’s limp and battered body to camp, preparing his tale of woe all the way. He felt a distinct sense of satisfaction knowing that he had just jump-started ShadowClan on its path to true and utter greatness. Raggedstar was probably thanking him now, realized how Brokentail—Brokenstar –had done him and his Clan a favor.
The border between ShadowClan and the territories outside the Clans was always a messy place; scents intermingled and strange cats passed through all the time. There were countless rogues that seemed to think ShadowClan territory was theirs for hunting and resting, as well as wandering loners who, although they had no malicious intent, seemed to think the same. Then, there was also the matter of the Thunderpath—the great stinking think ran straight and true like some sickly solid river of black hard rock. Now that stunk like moon-old carrion; Brokentail would know, considering he and Raggedstar had just passed Carrionplace. Full of rats and infestation, it posed a constant threat to ShadowClan. Those rat bites were nasty, all the better to test the courage and determination of the next crop of apprentices. Who would run, and who would stand and fight? It served as the perfect test in Brokentail’s opinion, though his father seemed to prefer much less rigorous methods for apprentices to prove themselves.
Brokentail was a massive cat possessing a thick pelt of dark brown tabby fur. His pelt was crisscrossed by a latticework of scars, where fur would never grow again—the marks of battles, the trophies of triumph and fearlessness. His broad shoulders caused the fur right at that place where the neck met the torso to ripple, and each movement was full of power and purpose—and did he ever have a purpose tonight. It was time to take ShadowClan to the next level. The Clan was prosperous, yes, but that wasn’t enough—no one truly feared ShadowClan. Raggedstar wasn’t the leader the Clan needed to become truly great. The Clan needed someone stronger, with greater drive and more vision to lead it into its final victory—especially over that meddling ThunderClan, with softhearted Bluestar at its head.
He and Raggedstar were nearly at the edge of the Thunderpath beside the Carrionplace. It was time, time to ensure that ShadowClan would be able to reach its full potential. “Raggedstar?” said Brokentail. When his father glanced over, a quizzical smile on his face, he continued. “Do you believe ShadowClan is as great as it can possibly be?” Brokentail knew the answer to that question—yes, Raggedstar believed that ShadowClan was great, the greatest of the four Clans, as great as it could possibly be. I want to hear you say it, he thought, so I can know exactly why you aren’t a true ShadowClan leader.
Brokentail shook his head. “That isn’t what I asked,” he growled, marking the ground in front of him. “I asked if you personally feel that ShadowClan is, right now, as great as it could ever be.”
Without hesitation, Raggedstar stopped to look at Brokentail, who stared calmly back.
“No one truly fears us, Raggedstar. How are we great?” His claws itched to tear through something. He shook his head in mock sorrow, though he felt no apprehension or guilt. “You’ll have to pardon me what I am about to do. ShadowClan must be great. You had your time, but you never made us great. Powerful.” A flash of fear in Raggedstar’s eyes was all he had time for before Brokentail leaped forward with a snarl, bowling his father and leader over onto the marshy ground. The damp ground oozed; Brokentail could feel the moist earth underneath his hind paws, and beneath his front paws was the chest fur of his leader. His claw pierced Raggedstar’s flesh; Raggedstar hissed and writhed beneath him but Brokentail battered the other tomcat with his hind paws. “I am what ShadowClan needs!” he hissed as his claws tore at Raggedstar over and over again. “I will make this Clan the most feared and powerful Clan the forest has ever seen!” It was hardly a fair fight; the younger and bigger tom overpowered Raggedstar quickly. “Don’t tell anyone,” whispered Brokentail with a smirk. He sank his teeth into the back of the defeated warrior’s neck and felt his neck snap.
Stepping away to admire his handiwork, he shook his pelt and examined his wounds. Sufficient enough, he decided, sinking his teeth into the lifeless scruff of his former leader. He dragged Raggedstar’s limp and battered body to camp, preparing his tale of woe all the way. He felt a distinct sense of satisfaction knowing that he had just jump-started ShadowClan on its path to true and utter greatness. Raggedstar was probably thanking him now, realized how Brokentail—Brokenstar –had done him and his Clan a favor.
ETCETERA
OTHER CATS,
[/font] Cedar(claw) of RiverClan, Cinderfoot of WindClan, Whitestorm of ThunderClan[/div][/td][/tr][/table]
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