Post by Eliana on Aug 9, 2007 23:00:04 GMT -5
Name: Drake
Moons: 27
Gender: Tom
Clan: Rogue
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:
Moons: 27
Gender: Tom
Clan: Rogue
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:
A dark gray, muscular tom.Picture:
None, sadlyDescription:
(What makes Drake himself)Personality:
Drake is a young tom who has amber eyes and slits for pupils. He has a large body that is about two heads taller than the average cat. There are two things that stick out for Drake: his eyes and his body. His body is extraordinarily muscular and is very heavily built. His body makes him seem very wicked and malicious, but he’s only intimidating. As sweet as he may be, his body and power make him powerful and tough. His fur is a dark grey, kind of like the color of his eyes. He also has a couple of black stripes on his back.
(His eyes)
His eyes are murky grey color with a hint of amber in them. They glow a fluorescent grey in the night because the moon reflects off of his eyes. Because of this, he seems evil and sort of like a zombie. They make sure that whomever he meets has a sense of fear in them. His eyes symbol fear and fear itself.
Drake cares for his sister, Sand, dearly. He has a kind heart and cares for others, but you shouldn’t mess with him. When Drake gets angry, he is deadly and won’t stop until someone reassures him to calm down. He is also very protective of Sand, even though they are the same age as each other. He cares about other Mutants also because since they were also tested on, he feels badly for them. Around his family, (AKA Sand) he acts all tough and more strong than others. He acts kind of a bit egotistical.History:
Drake was born into the wild with no one who took care of him. He didn't have anywhere to go, except for being a loner. One day, he found a LakeClan warrior named Ironclaw and tracked him down until he was cornered. There, it was his turn to get revenge on his family. He didn't need anyone to tell him what to do, so he murdered him. He joined the rogues, since he had no where to go, but now, he has turned into a cold, ruthless, rogue.Role Playing Example:
The sunrise woke up Drake. The crimson and ginger sky filled his eyes. Slightly in the middle there was a royal purple that he thought represented sadness. He looked over to Sand, still seeing that she was asleep and sighed in relief. Nothing could ever happen to sand, not now, not ever. She was the only family he had left so he told himself, ”Nothing will ever happen to Sand…I can’t afford losing her…” He looked at Sand, seeing that she was finally waking up as the sunrise had finally only turned into a crimson and scarlet color. He had heard Sand say something about maybe, but he was too groggy to really understand what she had said. He looked around; the wind hollered in his sensitive ears. The emerald grass tickled his paws, the sun shone brightly in his eyes. Nothing could make this day more beautiful.Other:
Meh, I know it's different..but oh well. He has the power of moving heavy objects.
