Post by aspen on May 27, 2010 5:45:17 GMT -5
{ a l t a ï r . i b n - l a ' a h a d }
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heritage
→ 'altaïr' - after the leader of randy's code
→ 'ibn-la'ahad' - father's surname[/blockquote][/ul]
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family tree
there is not enough knowledge of the family tree.
quick history
Two young felines met. Her name was Isabella; his was Randy. When they first crossed each other, their attacks were filthy and brutal. However, Randy refused to kill her, due to his code, and she wasn't strong enough to kill him. After they eventually gave up to that fact, the two collapsed, passing into the world of darkness. It was a day or two before Randy rose, slipping away into the forest. But, the noble heart beneath his shadowed expressions drew him back to her. He had hunted and brought down a large rabbit, leaving it there and then getting his own food.
While he was still away, Isabella woke, slowly remembering what had happened. She ate, despite the fact that her opponent's scent covered it. When Randy returned, she bristled and snarled at him, but the two quickly came to an understanding. She was a loner turned ThunderClan warrior, while he was a rogue living on the outskirts of her territory. How they had come across each other was for him to know and him to know only, but the name ThunderClan angered him. Before long, he discovered that she had broken a paw and he was forced to take care of her. What he was too ignorant to realise was that she was taking a liking to him, much stronger than normal.
Not all that far away, in her Clan, she was being declared dead. A month was too long to wait for her to return. Isabella loved her new home, especially with the fact that Randy was there. However, deep in her heart she knew that she needed to get back to her Clan. But, before she did, she confessed her love to him. Randy didn't take the news as well as he could have, but he, too, had begun to fall in love with her. His code strictly prohibited him from it; however, he made a promise to her. As soon as her paw was fully healed, as it had mended incorrectly twice before, they would mate. Then, he would disappear back to his order for a short time, until a few days before the birth. He held himself to the promise, but when he got to their supposed meeting place she wasn't there. Her scent was, fresh and strong, but she herself wasn't.
This flung him into a flurrying panic; however, after a quick moment of searching he found her dozing behind a bush. She sensed his presence and woke. The welcome was warmer than he'd anticipated; instantly, Randy was wondering how he could leave her to care for their kits alone. However, six days later when she gave birth, he realised painfully that two of the kits were stillborn and the other one was skinny, much skinnier than what he would expect to survive. However, Randy had hope and named the kit Altaïr, after the code's leader. Isabella had an idea, knowing that Randy had to return to his previous home. She took Altaïr, taking him to her own former home. Everyone was shocked to see her alive and well, even with the kit in her jaws. They took him warmly, welcoming her back, but without much trust. She had left before and found a lover in the forest; why would she stay now? And, they were right. She left just a day later, leaving the kit alone.
When Randy met with her again, he grew infuriated and went to his order leader for permission. It was granted, and before the night was through Isabella's body fell to the ground, lifeless. Randy took Altaïr to his camp, and the cat was trained. Altaïr was young and didn't understand much anything. He was taken into a place where he was trained, hard and long, and he didn't get much food. However, a winter passed and he made it through it with only a few near-death experiences. Altaïr was apprenticed shortly after, but nothing exciting happened in his life until he was a real member, a Hashshashin. That was when he discovered his old home and the fact that Randy had murdered his mother. That was when he demanded permission to avenge Isabella, and it was granted as well.
Although it only took a moment, it felt like a lifetime to Altaïr. After that, he was released into the world with the feathers. The feathers are a simple thing to explain; the order that Altaïr was in was an assassination order, and he was an assassin. When an assassin kills his target, he dips the feather in the target's blood for evidence and returns it to the bureau leader. At that point, he gets assigned a new target and repeats. However, Altaïr wasn't the best student. He wasn't as obedient as he could have been, but at times it proved to his advantage. Finally, as he grew more experienced and finally was a level seven Hashshashin, Altaïr was at the top. He was granted permission to go undercover until his leader, formerly his namesake but now titled James, chose the target which Randy failed to kill long before his son was born.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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relationshipssee the family tree for family
acquaintances ;; none
friends ;; none
close friends ;; none
best friends ;; ezio auditore da firenze
dislikes ;; everyone
enemies ;; none
hates ;; none
death wishes ;; templars
exes ;; bella
flirt ;; none
crush ;; none
mate ;; none
fears ;; none
despises ;; none
future kills ;; templars
past kills ;; none[/blockquote][/blockquote]
quick personality
Altaïr is very absent-minded, probably because he's busy figuring out solutions to things. He can be accident-prone, though he pays a lot of attention. He is accommodating and accomplished, two completely different things that both apply to him. Adaptable, he is also adventurous, affectionate, and aggressive, liking to explore but unafraid to use his claws . . . and his voice. A loner, he tends to be aloof, antisocial, and anxious. He is amusing, making sure that his jokes are jokes. Apologetic, he is sometimes appreciative. Altaïr is very apprehensive and aristocratic. He is articulate, assertive, audacious, and authoritative as well.
Brave, this brazen tom is also seen carefully calculating situations. He is charismatically compassionate, always composed, confident in what he does, and conscientious. Considerate of certain things, he makes many moves consistent and is content with his works. He is a bit crafty, being creative, with his very simple yet critical, cruel, and cunning, thoughts. Deceitful but decent, defiant but detached, determined while dignified, and direct while disciplined, this oftentimes dishonest guy is very distant. He is educated, especially with emotional things. He is high in energy which makes him enthusiastic, faithful, and fearless. Focused, Altaïr is also very frigid, doing things with care. Gentle when needed, he tends to be gloomy. He is graceful in his movements, hateful in his speech, hesitant in his actions, honorable in his life, and imaginative with his ideas. Always informed, he can be insecure. He is intelligent, intimidating, introverted, insightful, knowledgeable, logical, lonely, and manipulative, all while being mature.
He doesn't like to gloat about anything, making him very modest, noble, and still staying observant. He stays organized, paranoid about somehow becoming impatient with something. He is also persistent and persuasive, pessimistic and polite, practical and private. Altaïr is always quiet, sometimes being a bit rebellious and going against his usually rational self. He is reliable, easily doing whatever is needed. Reserved unless he decides not to be, he can sometimes stop being so respectful and begin being sarcastic. Serious and silent, he dislikes talking. He is very strict, subtle, and thoughtful. Timid, the tom is tireless and tolerant of even the most annoying things.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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quick appearance
Alt has a strong, flexible build. His muscles are actually quite obvious, if you're aware of the fact that they're there-- however, they are surprisingly discreet, hidden against his flank. He is smaller than most felines of his persona; while they tend to be large and abusive, he is scrawny and cautious. He is very agile, ready to do whatever it takes whenever he needs to. He can scale trees quickly, as long as he finds something to boost him up every tail-length or so. His agility and speed easily help with this, although it does mean that he can tire quickly-- though, knowing him, he isn't likely to slow or stop when he's needed.
Alt has a thick tabby pelt, warm and yet cool at the same time. His underbelly is laced with a pure white, bordered by a graybrown color. The stripes-- which break off quite often and seem more like spots-- are dark, close to black except for in some areas where a few white hairs grow. At his paws, up to around the toes it remains striped like his normal tabby fur; then it turns into the white that matches his stomach so well. His ears are white on the inside with a few veins lightly visible upon close investigation. Aside from that, his fur grows fluffy during the cold seasons and sheds easily and quickly before and during the warmer ones.
Surprisingly, Alt has masculine but pretty eyes. They are a sure, steady green, heavy and weighted down by the stress that he holds on his shoulders. However, it is easy to see the emotions he feels flowing through them, when he lets them show. They change with his mood-- the darker the mood, the darker the color. The same works for turning lighter, though it isn't nearly as common as the darker shades.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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roleplay sample
six hundred and twenty five words
The fur on the back of her neck prickled at the dark sensation she was getting. She had heard before that the moments before dawn were always the darkest, but she was unsure as to whether that meant darkness by status of light or by what evil was occurring in the forest at that time. The apprentice rather hoped that it wasn't the latter. However, that wasn't really able to be generalized to one area; perhaps in some, it did mean the dimmer areas, but in others it meant what crimes were being committed. Rushingpaw wasn't exactly the luckiest cat in the Clans, but she couldn't say she was the unluckiest. After all, there were those who suffered consequences that they didn't deserve-- to use an innocent example, her mother.
The apprentice pondered what had happened to her. Honeyfur had been happy when she was with her former mate; she had been willing to admit that. And even after he had done his heinous act and she had gotten him banished, she still wondered what it would be like if she had consented and whether or not something later in their relationship would break them up anyway. But, in a way, she was glad that he was no longer in her life. He'd had too many flaws for her to be comfortable with. Rushing remembered her sister tentatively asking why Honey had let herself fall in love with an evildoer like him, but instantly their mother closed up and ushered them away.
Had the sensation not grown stronger, Rushing would have replayed each past scene in her head. But, as it was, she could now hear haunting breath behind her and she whirled around, snarling. It wasn't exactly alarming enough to her to raise the alarm. But the words that came after her snarl surprised her, as she didn't control them.
"Wha-- what are you doing here? Did you follow me? I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Her voice shook at the expression in his eyes. It was of anger, but also and of pain of sympathy. "I do want you, Honeyfur," the tom whispered, "but in a different way."
Rushingpaw woke up.
She didn't understand the dream, but she was guessing that she had taken the place of her mother as the main character. Maybe it was the night of the attack? It wasn't like she'd know, anyway, but she wondered if she would be able to relive her mother's memories. Doubt it, Rushingpaw scoffed. She had some of the strangest ideas. Now when she thought about it she realised just how ridiculous the idea had been. Her eyes turned the the fading darkness outside and she rose to her paws, careful not to disturb the felines around her. A feather fell from her coat and she looked at it for a moment, puzzled. Then she picked it up in her tooth and set it on her nest, off in the corner where her small collection of stones rested.
Rushingpaw decided to move quickly and stealthily, not only so she wouldn't wake the others up yet but also so she could get to the river quickly. She had a loose routine, one where she woke up and got enough of a drink early in the morning so she wouldn't suddenly get thirsty in the middle of a patrol or anything. Her reasoning was the good old 'just in case.' The apprentice froze when she tasted the scent of another cat in the air, but sighed in relief and continued moving when she recognised the overall smell as a fellow RiverClanner's. She glanced at him for a split second, then turned to the water and waited at the edge, dipping her head for a quick drink. She refused to speak first.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
the roleplayer
nickname ;; aspen.
age ;; fourteen.
experience ;; five years, i believe.
characters ;; rushingpaw.
other ;; the sample is my most recent post, which can be found here.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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