Darkmist-SoulClan*complete*

[dreamheart]

Name: Darkmist
Moons: Undead(Don't know how old)
Gender: Tom
Clan: SoulClan
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:

Small black tom with emerald eyes and silver tabby marks.

Picture:

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Description:

Darkmist is a small, stocky tom. His emerald eyes sometimes change colors, to blood-red. This is simply part of his nature as a SoulClan cat. They always glare out of a sharply defined face, accented by silver dashes and spots. A scarab marking on his forehead is a brighter hue than the rest, his smallish ears set wide enough to give it room.
His thick black pelt sheds everything, holding icy coldness as if it was stuck to him with glue. Only the silver tabby marks patterned on his sleek body holds light, other than his eyes. A short pelt covers most of his body, but his tail and legs have long fur. This makes him look like he wears four-legged, bellbottom jeans with an extra flare for his tail.

Personality:

He is pure evil. Any goodness that was in him to begin with has been scorched away by seasons upon seasons upon seasons of death-or, rather, undeath, living in Soulclan. He does not like anything except torturing others, hate blackening his heart. He enjoys others' pain, often extending the slow, pitiful death of a Live One just so that he can hear their screams. Mercy, kindness, gentleness, goodness, all the virtues that the Clans hold dear-he has none of it. Absolutely none of it. He practices an evil laugh for use when killing a Live One or taking over their poorly trained minds.
Mua ha ha ha ha!

History:

Darkmist was born many, many seasons ago, a little while after the Clans were formed. He was born into a cruel, hateful family of rogues. His mother stayed with him and his brother until they were old enough to eat solid food; then she left, dumping them in the middle of ColdClan territory. They were taken in and cared for until, one day, Darkmist's brother Deathpaw-they were barely apprentices-was killed by his spiteful mentor. Swearing revenge, Darkmist hunted her down during a Gathering and killed her. His only friend-Fatepaw-tried to stop him, but he killed her, bloodlust clouding his mind. After wounding another cat trying to stop him, he was outlawed from the Clan lands forever.
He lived a short life, barely making it to thirty moons. As a rogue, since he didn't believe in StarClan, he was sent to SoulClan. Since then, he has brooded over the many seasons. His plan would take the help of many. Of course, it wasn't really his plan, but he thinks it is, so..well...i think we should just let it be.

Role Playing Example:

Concentration clouded the tom's unnatural features. He struggled with what he was working on a moment before triumphing; then his work was projected.
He had moved a rat's tail with his mind.
Cool, he thought, a pleased smile creeping over his scarred muzzle. A twitch of fury shivered his pelt when the wind stirred, blowing the rat's tail beyond his reach-and mental capabilities. His brow furrowed into a frown and he curled his upper lip in a sneer: the wind had brought an image to the pool at his paws.
Clannies. Clannies, clannies clannies-weak clancats never learned, did they? He saw a young tortoiseshell with the other medicine cats at the Moonstone. She was unknown to him. His frown ceased. Another mind to inspect. Maybe this one would prove to become able to withstand his torturous holds.
Maybe.
He closed his eyes-which had turned a bloodred-and lay down, touching his nose to the pool. Effortlessly his spirit let go of his undead body, plunging into the water. He was on his way to enter the little tortoiseshell's mind.
.come here, my little one... his whispered voice teased in her mind. The young cat spun, seeing nothing except her own dreams. no, i'm over here. he continued, emerald eyes-crackling with bloodred lines-flashing to the side. They narrowed as she whirled again, confused.
i am darkmist...and you will die if you do not obey my instructions. His body flared into view, the sharp darkness of his pelt contrasting with the light AirClan moor they were on in her dream. The silver tabby marks pierced the blackness, dim next to the blazing glory of the sun as it rose over the hilly moor. More and more red crowded out the emerald in his gaze until he had trapped her with his unblinking, malignant stare...

Other:

i drew the picture! one of my best one yet on the computer

[Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander]

Accepted!