Post by soulreaperneko on Jul 26, 2011 13:06:44 GMT -5
Breakheart
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SoulReaperNeko
Name:
Breakheart
Gender:
Tom
Age:
Moons
Clan:
Windclan
Ranking:
Medicine Cat
Description:
\\Body://
Breakheart is a rather small tabby cat. He's young, and he'll grow a bit more, but he'll always be on the small side for a tom-cat. Despite his size,
Breakheart has a good amount of stamina, capable of fighting or traveling for respectable amounts of time; yet in battle, he uses his light frame to his advantage, giving him a good combination of speed and strength. This isn't as great as it might sound, however, since he uses both and isn't especially talented at either.
\\Pelt://
Breakheart's fur, short and smooth, is a soft shade of gray. Thus far, very few, very faint scars mar his sleek pelt. Instead, his body is covered tabby markings that are just a few shades darker than their pale background. His tail is patterned with rings of the same color.
\\Eyes://
His eye is a deep, reddish-brown, rather than the green or blue one might expect of a cat his color. Well, it's more a bright brown than red, but when the light hits it right it becomes a maroonish red. It present a rather startling contrast to his light-colored pelt. Despite it's distinct color, Breakheart's eye is usually friendly, full of warmth and characteristic gentleness. A mischievous twinkle is nearly always present in it, completing his appearance of overall creepiness.
\\Other://
Later on he will lose his ability to see completely.
Personality:
Breakheart is odd.
Why? Because he never really explains what sort of intentions he has, his actions are often defined by impulse — which isn't necessarily true, or well, that's what he wants everyone to think. Things tend to just… "work out" for him, in any way. Other cats are sources of information and should be used to benefit himself, when he wants them to.
Confusing, isn't it?
Breakheart is a manipulative cat who has an extremely cynical view on life. For one, he doesn't really like to interact with people unless he feels the need to or that they'll have an amusing "reaction". He often pokes and prods at people's weaknesses and quirks because it's entertaining, and doesn't really realize what he's doing until someone points it out. Breakheart also doesn't appreciate when that's done, because he's fully aware of what he's doing and he couldn't care less! He's rude, honestly, but that's who he is, and people tend to become accustomed to it fast.
Breakheart doesn't know proper social etiquette. He'll pop out from under a rock during a secret meeting and lay on it, interrupting any sort of conversation no matter whether it was important or just idle chatter. Even with others "scolding" him for doing things when he… feels like doing them [much to their dismay and his enjoyment] he continues to. Normal isn't for him! Trees, bushes, the space under rocks and logs are all areas that he likes to arrive in places through, just because of self preference. Rather, he doesn't have a 'normal' sense of things, and does things because they're the opposite of such. Even though he's not that old, he talks about himself as if he's an old man.
From the outside, Breakheart seems like a carefree character, never serious and always smiling, with a weak spot for all kinds of sweets and cakes. When needs be, however, Break shows his dangerous and evil side. His 'impulsive actions' are usually triggered by having people he's acquainted with be in danger, or something he "uses" stops being a valuable source. Unlike other cats, Breakheart doesn't really value his life. Breakheart blames his almost obnoxious obsession with sweets on his bad health. Whatever sort of excuse that works.
History:
Before his-story
Rose was a beautiful, stubborn, black Windclan descendant when she started to hang out with the young tom Night. Rose thought of herself as a best friend to him but gradually over time the tom found that he loved her. Now Night may have been fast but he was one quiet and almost shy tom. He didn't know what would happen if he asked Rose to be his mate. He loved her but he didn't think that she loved him back. However on the other side of things, Rose was just waiting for him to ask her. She loved him also but she too didn't know how to say it without him thinking of it as too weird.
So finally one night before going hunting Night left some wild roses that he found next to her nest. While he was at the gathering she found them and she just knew that they were for her. So when they got back there was a moment of silence before they both confessed their love for one another.
Its wasn't until a two moons later that Rose became pregnant. Rose was upset because she didn't like the fact that soon she would be stuck there for a long time taking care of some kittens. She knew that she was going to go insane if she was stuck there the whole time.
Finally it was time for her to have her kits. She had three of them. One tom and two she-cats. Two of them were black like Rose [the two she-cats] and the tom was a gray tabby. The tom was named Xerxes. The she-cats were born dead.
Kitting
It took Xerxes a long time to open his eyes. It took about two weeks for Xerxes to open them. When he did open his eyes though, instead of being the usual bright blue, they were a startling reddish-brown. This upset Rose very much. She believed that kits with red eyes were the devil's spawn, and wondered what she had done wrong to deserve a demon for a kit. As soon as she could, she threw Xerxes in a river.
He woke up in a strange place, with cats he didn't know. A young couple had fished him out of the river and taken him in. They'd recently had a kitten, a little she-kit named Cheryl. The mother, Rori, was kind to Xerxes, treating him as if he were her own. The father, Zai, was not as welcoming, but he loved Rori and let her do as she wished. Xerxes lived happily, until three moons later.
Not long after Xerxes had joined their family, Rori had grown ill. She kept getting sicker, no matter what Zai did to help her. When Xerxes was only four moons old, Rori died. Zai was broken, and he took out his pain on Xerxes. He blamed Xerxes for what had happened to his mate, calling him things like 'demon' and 'monster'. Xerxes was beaten everyday, and was kept away from Cheryl. But Cheryl loved her little brother, and played with him in secret.
Zai soon found out about these secret meetings, and didn't hesitate to lash out at Xerxes. Cheryl took the blow for him, and died as a result. This infuriated Zai, and he leaped at the kit, taking out his left eye. Zai then had a heart attack, due to all of the stress and anger. Terrified, Xerxes ran with all the energy he had left. He passed out on Windclan territory and was found by a group a Windclan cats.
Apprenticeship
Upon waking, Xerxes found out that he'd been found by a she-kit and the medicine cat. The leader accepted him into the clan, changing his name to Breakpaw and making him the medicine cat apprentice. He learned quickly, and soon knew almost all of the herbs by heart. He never found it in his heart to believe in Starclan though, and only ever saw the Warrior Code more as a set of guidelines than rules.
But once again, tragedy struck. Greencough spread throughout the camp, and Patchfur, the medicine cat at the time, worked himself to the point of death. This left Breakpaw all alone to treat the remaining cats, one which being Seapaw, the kit who had been with Patchfur when he was found. They had grown close, best friends almost, and seeing her suffer was more than he could bear. Sepaw died due to a lack of supplies, leaving Breakpaw alone once again.
Medicine Cat
Breakpaw traveled to the Moonpool alone, and gave himself the name of Breakheart. He came back with a smile on his face, a smile that never left afterward. Something had changed about him, he became, strange. He was more social, but at the same time he pushed away others. The smile never left, but it was almost as if it was forced. He was truly broken.
Anything else:
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