Post by F I E R C E on Jan 16, 2010 19:22:12 GMT -5
Name: Atrox (meaning: terrible, cruel, horror.)
Age: 21 Moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Personality:
Age: 21 Moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Personality:
If there were one word to discribe Atrox's personality, it would be "clever". She's very analytical, and this, my friends, is definetly not the cat you want to lie to. She sees through things most others couldn't think to, both socially and stratigically. She's an absolute genius when it comes to warfare. Too bad that really doesn't help her these days...Description:
Atrox is, as you've hopefully noticed, a thinker. Rarely will she make a move without exploring the full range of consequences first. By now, she pretty much knows how to get the consequences she wants out of just about any circumstance. Training and experience make her very confident of this. Unlike her brother though, her level of pride is always held in check. She's not arrogant, and, unlike him, she isn't downright nasty. More often than not, Atrox is very tolerable of others. She sees them for what they are, strengths and weaknesses. Not just one or the other.
She has a kind streak, though Atrox is ever untrusting. It's hard if not impossible to break through the walls she's set up around herself. And even though she does care about a few, it's not many. Atrox knows the consequences of loving someone, what it does to you, the hurt, the pain, when they leave or die. Or if the situation drives the two of you apart. So she guards herself.
This doesn't mean she's unfriendly though. Quiet, with a thoughtful expression constantly ever on her face, there is a playful streak to her as well. But most of the time she's serious. And Atrox has a hard time with not having something to do or be responsible for.
She's a hard worker. Extremely so. And is as dependable as they come. This is a trait that was nurtured by all those grueling moons in Haliska. If you didn't have die-hard vigor, you simply didn't make it. And as a result of all that training, along with generations and generations of "perfecting" her bloodline, Atrox is a breathtaking fighter. Especially for a she-cat. The times in her youth where her instinctive desire to rip, tear and dominate consumed her like a monster are now well rounded and highly developed into the cat she is today. Leadership is a catagory she was groomed for her whole life.
History:
A rare pelt color, you could say. Atrox is a dark, blood red tabby. "The ruby in my crown" her father had said. Atrox is an average sized she-cat, perhaps a little smaller. Stream-lined muscles ripple beneath that short, yet fluffy pelt, made imperfect by two nasty...very nasty scars. One that crosses her shoulder blades, and one that starts over her left shoulder and ends just behind her ribs. The fur there has grown back distorted and darker than the rest.
Her eyes are a brilliant emerald green. Always full of thought, and...at times...holding a very fur raising edge that you couldn't quite place your paw on. Having a patch or two of a different color in your iris is the distinguishing trait of Haliskan royalty. And thus, a patch of blue hangs proudly from her left eye. Like an invert of her brother's, except in a different location.
Read Thunderclan Fierceclaw's history. You'll get the idea. Though, what happened on that cold, blizzardy night was a horror at worst...
For them, but especially for her...
A wolf. She'd been sent on her last hunting trip as an underclass trainee and was stalking her last prey when it happened. The wind was harsh and worked against her, but even so, the memory of that night still haunts her in her sleep, and she told herself she should have seen it coming.
Those jaws sank over her shoulders like an iron bear trap and it shook her vishiously, ripping her skin and fur right to the bone. It had been aiming for her neck, if she hadn't jumped at the sudden rustling sound, she would have been killed within seconds. It then shoved her into the snow, trying to readjust its bite to crush her to death. But somehow she'd managed to curl around and rip her claws through its nose and lips.
It let go and feather-footed off. Darting to snap at her then darting out in a horrific game, especially if you look at it from her point of view. She was stunned, numb from pain and a loss of blood, slightly crippled. And those massive jaws kept snapping in like a dance.
It was still young, an older pup, but it was all the same to her. After a bit more struggling, that feral furiocity that ran so thickly through her blood had kicked in, and her her latching onto its hind leg, it won. Clobbering her with a paw, Atrox had been knocked out cold, carried off as the wolf drug its injured paw.
It was a miracle that she survived. Awoken by the sound of snarling, she opened her eyes to see another wolf fighting with the one that'd brought her to this strange place, giving her time to drag herself to the safety within the crevace of a rock. It seemed like hours before they finally gave up on getting to her and moved on. But even then Atrox didn't move, staying there the night. She was too hurt to move. Too scared.
The next morning, after peering out, she realized she had no idea where she was. She spent many moons wandering, trying to find her way back to familiar territory. But it was all for not. But just when she was about to give up hope, she'd thought she'd caught a familiar scent. It was faint, but...it was Haliskan. And she followed it to the best of her ability. Right toward the territory of our known clans.
Bloodclan was the lands she stumbled upon first. Quickly realizing how willing to fight these cats were, the conqurer in her took over. And, with Ghost nowhere to be found, to her seizing the position leader was easy as pie. Very little blood had to be shed at all in the works, even though not everyone was happy with it being a she-cat to rule. But Atrox took her leadership cruel and hard like the Haliskan she was, to the point that if anyone was caught speaking out against her they would be devastatingly punished. And snitches were rewarded. The Bloodclan cats told her of the other clans, and now, her power hungry sights have fallen upon their lands.
