Post by susan on Nov 18, 2008 18:24:31 GMT -5
I Am Brillowpad
Killer of the
Innocents
Name: Brillowpad
Age(s): 73 moons
Rank: Loners/Rouges/Leader of the Band
Gender(s): Tom
Pic: farm1.static.flickr.com/38/76628672_e567403d32.jpg
Look in the Mirror
Description:
Brillowpad is a yet black cat with long hair, aside from a white spot on his left shoulder blade, when he is standing in the sun his pelt looks like a raven's wing. Brillowpad's pelt is not beautiful or well-kept. There is dirt clumps and twigs, and small grass parts mixed in his long pelt. The tom also has many, many scars ruining his once-beautiful pelt. He has one jagged scar over one of his missing eye, the scar goes over his missing eyesocket in a jagged lighting-shaped scar. Over his still remaining eye a scar runs from his brow all the way through his eye. so he can't see out straight in his "good" eye, but he can see out the side. Even though he may not see well does not mean he can't fight. His hearing has in hanced more, and he can feel small vibrations through his paws. So you may not think he is watching, but he is listening and feeling.
Brillowpad is missing the top of both his ears, it would seem if he where not born with the tops of his ears. But when you look closer you can see they where bitten off. The tip of his tail is also missing. So you can see the very tip of his tail is tail-bone. On all his legs their a very visbale scars covering them. From his kness down, on his left side a large large can be seen, it is from a dog attack from his younger days. The wound had healed but it left his side disfguered.
Inside his maw he is missing a tooth, which is from him falling from a tree, his jaw is slightly thingyed so he slurrs his words slightly.
This tom has a very broad head, so when you look at him it looks as if he is scowling at you from under his jutting brow. His face is more sqauareish then round, it use to be round. But he has hit his head so many times it has been reformed.
Brillowpad is built stocky, so he is a very large tom. He dorfs his travling partner Darkstream, so she looks like a mere shadow next to him. His legs are long but musculer so he looks closer to the gound then he really is. But do not be fooled he may be big but he moves fast. He has small paws for his big strucuter, they look as if they should belong to a lesser cat them. Even though his paws are small they hold very large an dangerousely sharp claws, on his left hindfoot and frontfoot he is mssing both his middle towns, because of a trapping accident.
The odd thing about Brillowpad though is his "good" eye, since there is a scar splitting his eye tow sides of his eye is different one is ice color, the other is a deep brown. The brown color was from infection.
The Way To Know
Me
Personality: [/b]
When Brillowpad was younger he was full of ambtion and forgiveness. He was a joyous cat. Leaving care free, but that was in his younger. More youthful days. Now reaching his prime Brillowpad is cold hearted, cyincal and shrewed. He figuered life through mouse poo at his face. Nobody deserves an easy ride on life. He is a very agressive cat, he was never a Kittypet so he was never "removed of his malesness" so the agressiveness will never go away. He is also more dominate then his counterpart Darkstream. But he rather follow her, because she is more the brains and he is the bronze.
Not to say he stupid, he is more unsure what to do since most of his eyesight is gone. But he doesn't let anyone know that.
As I mentioned before he is a very shrewed tom, the reason for this is because he is a battle trained cat, even though he never has been in a clan before. He hwas learned through expererince, he has taken everything life and throw him and put it it in his memorey for later refence. Making him very smart in some parts. He use to be the leader of Darkstream and his little group. But since he lost his eye sight he let her take over.
He is also very Selfish and callously calculating, he would kill his own mother if she already wasn't dead. He is also always thinking ways to over throw the Clanleaders and rule himself. He'd raise cain, make toms fight eachother to the death for a deputy posistion, he make the females be bred constently. He only thinks about himself and only himself.
Brillowpad is coldhearted because he'd go into a camp steal a kitten and not bat an eye at killing it. He does not care who he hurts, or what he kills as long as he hurts and kills something.
History:
Past Repeats
[/center]Brillowpad never belonged to twolegs, and never was a part of a Clan, his mother came from streets of a town. She had hitched a ride in the back of some two-leg's Monster, and took a ride until she came to the Border of ShadowClan, WindClan. She caught a lucky brake when they blew a tire, when they opened the dorr to get a spare out she hopped out. [They didn't know she was in there.] She took off to the ShadowClan Territory, she ran until she came to the Carrionplace where large rats dominated, she had a feeling these rats wouldn't be worth fighting with. She she trudged around until she caught a small rabbit. She spent a few months around the area, avoding cats/leaders who went through it to get their nine lives.
After Six months of leaving there she met her Mate, Hoof, they got to know eachother. And she found out he was passing through he had somewhere to go. Since she begged him to stay. He agreed, and a few weeks later she gave birth to, kittens Hoof said he now had to go. He agreed to take one kitten, Brillowpad's sister, Grass. Hoof let Grass grow some before taking off with her. Leaving Lar alone and heartsick with a small black kitten. Since Lar never had any kittens before this she didn't feel any motherly feeling to the small mewling kitten. She made a deal with herself, she said she would raise the kitten until he was year old and leave him alone for him to learn the rules just as her parents did to her.
A year later she left Brillowpad alone in the middle of the night. When he found out the next morning she had left him, he cried and blamed himself for leaving. But after an hour, he began twisting it and blamed his father for comming back and taking Lar away from him. He deicded he wouldn't waste time and energy go and look for them. He because traveling further and further away from where he was born. Finelly he crossed the Thunderpath and walked into WindClan Terriory. He could smell cat markers, and learned from the past that they wouldn't be good to cross. So he walked the border between Wind and River and kept walking. He fineally made it to the ThunderClan Border, where he found his now partner bleeding to death. Brillowpad had decided he was getting lonely, and wanted another Female comnpanion. Whether he knew or didn't, it was the worst thing he'd do in his life.
He saved her and they began becomming travel partners, and Darkstream, began teaching him fighting skills of the Clan life and began telling him about her life in the clan. She never told him why he found her bleeding, and he never asked why.
As the moons passed they began plotting over throwing the Clan leaders. And they guessed the best way to do that was to start maming their good warriors. And kill their kittens, so they couldn't grow, in size. One day while walking on the RiverClan border they came to the Four Trees, where they found a RiverClan Apprentice out by herself. They began taunting her and taking random strikes at her, as the little fight began to grow into a full fledged battle the apprentice ripped out Brillowpad's eye, and scared his other one. And left some scars on his paw. When Darkstream saw what had happened, she attacked the apprentice. She broke one rib on the she-cat. She then went and helped her friend to saftey. She knew they couldn't save his eye. So she got rid of his disloged eye and let the wound heal up.
The she-cat lived, but she was the last one to live, after Brillowpad and Darkstream began killing more and more off.
The way Brillowpad go this toes and scar on his side was when, he and Darkstream where near the Carrion Pile, Brillowpad was rooting in the pile when he came upon a old Bear trap. Which held food. Without thinking he reached in to grab it. He lost his balance, and fell on his side. The trap snapped shut on his side tairing and ripping his side open, as he struggled he lost most of his side and two toes. Darkstream couldn't get the trap open, after a few moments she got a stick and pired it open. Brillowpad got out and lived but He'll be forever scared.
Example of rping:
Death Comes With The Silence
A lark sang out into the morning's crasp air. Its pleasent voice awaking more birds, soon a chours of birds began singing. Medlowlarks, Blue Jays, and other small birds. But suddenly they call cut of at the same moment. Senceing danger entering the peaceful area. They where right two cats where entering and they where hungary. But not for food but Blood.
"Well Brillowpad,, which clan apprenice should we wil off?" Darkstream rasped, her black eyes lifting to the tree branches looking for the birds whom had been singing.
A large black tom shrugged, as he swivled his squareish head to her, his missing eye seeing nothing, but his good eye taking in her thoughtful yet meurderouse expression. "WindClan?" He offered.
"No, we wounded one last week." The sleek brown she-cat said, before launching herself up onto a low hanging branch. And sat down, "RiverClan." She offered as well,
The black tom's lips turned down somewhat, "no. They don't bleed as much. I think their cold blooded." He snickered at his own inside joke. Brillow, shifted some before sitting down on his rump.
The two felines sat in their own bubble of thoughtfulness. Brillowpad's one eye clouding over with though, Darkstream's black eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Suddenly they both soke at the same time,
"ThunderClan." The meowed together, they nodded in silent agreement. Darkstream jumped down from her root gracefully, landing in a crouch. She turned her eyes back over to her partner's. "First one there gets to pick out the one." The she-cat purred, before speeding off into the comming dusk. Her insane laughter following her, the tom she had been talking to shook his head. Smiling showing his crooked jaw and broken teeth. Before he himself padded into the darkness.
Both felines made it to the camp at the same time even though Darkstream left first.
"Pick one." Darkstream whispered.
"Her.." Brillowpad answers, flicking his boneytail to an apprentince, off by himself.
Darkstream nodded, and they both metled into the shadows.
Code word: Polderbear[/blockquote][/size]
