Post by cait on Oct 16, 2010 21:34:03 GMT
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Name: Bramble
Nickname(s)/Title(s): None...yet.
Age: 17 moons
Gender: Female
Species/Breed: Scottish wildcat (Felis silvestris silvestris)
Personality: Bramble is a rather headstrong cat. She is incredibly stubborn and determined, letting no-one boss her around or tell her what to do. She hates being given orders, and will always find loopholes in anything she is told to do. Not everyone appreaciates this 'above authority'side of her, so she does her best to try and be respectful, but has a habit of her words being a little to blunt and honest for most people's tastes.
But don't think she is naiive or stupid. No, Bramble has taken a lot of what the world has to offer, and will rarely get herself into a hole she can't completely dig herself out of. The she-cat is quick and clever, and can have a way with words when she wishes to, using this talent only to get out of sticky situations. Despite this more charming side of her, she is more of a lone wolf, preffering to be alone like most of her kin. She is impatient, and does not like to be stuck doing nothing for an extended period of time.
Description: Bramble is a very graceful cat. Never misses a step, never stumbles or hesitates, she walks with a sureness that makes you believe she knows where she is going. The wildcat is long-limbed, with small, rounded paws, and a narrow, streamlined figure. Like most of her kind, she has a short, blunt tail, but unlike them, she has a slightly more narrow face, and larger ears. She is wiry, yet preferres speed over strength, being very light on her paws.
Her coat is long and thick, typical Scottish Wildcat characteristics, and is useful in cold weather. The base colour is a light dusky brown, marred by tiger stripes of dark chocolate brown that can look black in dark light. Converging on her cheeks and eyebrows, the form a broken 'M' emblazoned on the top of her face, and more stripes around the sides, as well as banding around her tail simmilar to a racoon. There is a tuft of white on her chest, which reaches up to cover her lower jaw and part of her muzzle.
Her ears, as aforementioned, are large, and tufted with black on the tips. Her nose is small, and is the colour of a light pink rose, outlined with black. Her eyes are also outlined with black, and are the colour of deep prehistoric amber or tree sap. Her teeth are white and very sharp, and she has a spray of white whiskers emanating from her muzzle.
Bramble also has a woven bracelet of plaon grass, which always looks and smells freshly picked.where you come from
Group: The Alliance.
History: Bramble was born in the depth of winter, up in the mountains beyond the Endless Forest. Being a Scottish Wilcat, she never knew her father, and never really ever thought of him. The little kit, one of many born since the humans disappeard, lived in a cosy mountainside den with her mother, who was named Thorn.
Her mother, like every good queen, began teaching her only daughter all the skills of her kind; how to catch mice, how to track in snow, how to stay warm in cold weather and many more. Unfourtunately, she was often away at times, meeting with the 'Shadow Union', an odd union of creatures that Thorn never truly explained to her tiny kit. Then one day, when Bramble was six moons old, her mother went out, and never came back.
Two days. Two long days Bramble waited for her mother to come back. Then she heard a badger scuffling around the cave, looking for food. In her terror, she dug her claws into the sandy floor, and closed her eyes, ears ringing with fear.
When she opened her eyes, she was amazed to find a thick sheet of the plant growing in thickets across her den, the badger growling fiercely as it's nose was pricked with thorns and eventually storming off to find something easier to eat.
It took a while to recover, and Bramble sat in her den for a whole hour, just staring at the barrier she had created. Then she dug her claws into the ground, and focused. Nothing. Frustration overcame her, and she kicked a stray leaf across the dusty floor. The leaf trembled, and colour and life flooded back into it like spring rain. It took a lot of angry episodes and annoyance, but after two moons of hunting and learning about her strange gift, Bramble grew into a healthy 8 moon old cat, and gained some basic control over her powers.
Finally, at ten moons of age, she began her journey out of her den in search of others like her. Along the way, she met many who told her of the Alliance, a group of gifted animals who gathered far from the mountains to learn more about their powers. Intruiged, Bramble set off down the mountain, through the Endless Forest (currently, she is one of the only animals to have ever made it through the enite forest alone), and arrived at the culmination of her journey, quickly establishing herself among the Alliance, and working to help others with powers like hers.discover your powers
Power: Bramble has the power to make plants grow at an unnatural rate-thus controlling most of the surrounding area. She can also, simmilar to the beings she controls, gain energy from the sun's rays. There is a downside to it, though; if there is little sun for an extended period of time, she will become moody dn can even fall ill. She can combat this affliction with a fire controller, but being a creature of nature and vegetation, she dislikes them very much.
Power Level: 2
Mutations: Bramble has six toes on her left front paw.and live your life
Roleplay Sample:
Endless Forest. The name stood out in her mind, and she smiled slightly as she looked around her. Guess the title did have some truth in it. In every direction, for as long as she could see, nothing else caught her eye except for endless leafy branches and the occasional chatter of woodland creatures as they went about their work.
The ground felt rough under her paws, roots of thousands of trees bumping the surface only to show themselves in a furrow of dusty brown. The air was fresh and tasted to her like the freshest mint, the ripest strawberries...the best thing you could or have ever tasted.
Her eyes glinted, and her tail weaved patterns in the air as she brushed her skin up against the bark of an old oak tree. Then something moved behind her, and she whirled round, eyes wide and teeth glinting.
'Who's there?'before we take it away
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