Post by snow ?! on Dec 4, 2010 8:11:23 GMT -5
NAME:
onyx.
AGE:
twenty-three moons.
RANK:
deputy.
GENDER:
male.
CLAN:
bloodclan.
PERSONALITY:
onyx is a quietly spoken cat with a continual serious demeanour. he exudes an air of elegance about him in everything he does, and his walk is as smooth and honeyed as his voice. he acts the part of the gentleman with true poise and grace; his charm and flair could fool any clan cat with ease. but when it comes to killing, onyx's entire personality shifts. he is sadistic, bordering on insane. he laughs hysterically as he stands over his victims, a dark shadow blotting out the sun, or the moon, or the stars, watching them bleed out with an almost contented frame of mind. he never looks a cat in the eyes until he knows he will kill them. it is like a promise, to them and to himself. he is two entirely different cats depending on the situation; when just living normally, peacefully, he is calm, quiet and understated, choosing his words wisely and unleashing his expansive vocabulary with considerable panache, adding to his air of sophistication with ease. but when confronted with fighting, when his bloodlust rises, he is insatiable in his need for action, almost salivating at the thought of tearing limbs and ripping flesh.
DESCRIPTION:
onyx's coat is as black as his name and his deep, dark heart. his coat has a silky sheen that glimmers in just about any light, long-haired and soft and waves in the wind. his thin black tail is an extension of the soft line of his arching backbone, long and whip-like. it curves elegantly around his long, skinny legs, which add to his somewhat lanky frame. onyx is a skinny cat, almost unhealthy-looking; his ribs are visible through his thin fur and peach-coloured skin and his joints are very pointed in his fore and hindlegs. his claws are obsidian black, dark as night, but he keeps them sheathed until the very moment he comes to kill his victims. onyx's eyes are the more hypnotising part of him. they are emerald green orbs that pierce his enemies' and friends' gazes alike. his opponents know their death is coming soon when he looks them in the eyes and the pulsating green burns into their retinas.
CLAN PAGE DESCRIPTION:
sleek black tom with piercing emerald eyes.
HISTORY:
he was born to a loner family, named for his fur which matched his father's, which reassured him, at least. his siblings were called fox and leaf, and for a while he was satisfied with that life. but something snapped in him sometime in his seventeenth year. fed up with his parents and their nagging, and the whines of his younger siblings from his mother's new litter, onyx lashed out with his wickedly black claws, killing one kit and seriously maiming another. his mother found him that day, laughing insanely over the bleeding bodies of his two blood relatives, two tiny four-moon-old she-cats who had barely even started to learn to hunt and run and climb. his mother knew there was nothing she could do about it; she banished him, she and her mate and his two older siblings ran him from their family den like he was a stranger to them. and he was. now, he was forgotten, like he never existed. and for onyx, that was how it would stay. his past would remain buried forever.
but parts kept surfacing. little bits of his personality blurred into his original gentlemanly form, creating a bipolar feline of increasingly outrageous, deranged and dangerous motives. he was unpredictable in his reactions: would he be calm and secure, treat everything well, or would he suddenly explode and murder a complete stranger to him? everything teetered on a knife-edge. and when onyx stumbled across what used to be a rag-tag collection of scarred and feral cats from around the two-leg place, he saw his chance and transformed them. his words hypnotised and transfixed them, allowing them to accept him as their leader. under him they thrived, discovering talents in murder, espionage and blackmail that they never knew existed. each and every one of them harboured a deep grudge against the cushy clan cats, and onyx made sure he built up that hatred and fanned the flames of loathing. they were almost his personal army and onyx - searching for anyone to unleash his dominion upon - was their ruthless general.
then along came raven. the cat made onyx look like a timid, meek kitty-pet. the kid was deranged, delusional, completely and utterly insane, and onyx knew where to draw a line. stepping down to allow the crazed feline the leadership position, he gave himself the indignity of becoming a second to this black-furred abomination. even though raven was half-deaf and half-blind, they were nonetheless very similar in looks, technique and aspirations. but onyx knew that if ever there was a revolt in bloodclan, if ever the dominated cats rose up against their leaders, it was safer here where he could be the whisper in raven's already half-mental ear - the hearing one, that is - than at the top, where the only way is down. he knows that one day, his insanity and paranoid delusions will be his downfall; all he has to do is wait it out and then recapture his power and leadership like nothing ever changed. little by little, he will chip away what is left of raven's sanity, and bring the entire crazy structure tumbling down.
