Post by HaNnIbLe on Nov 1, 2008 12:40:52 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]NAME: Hannibal
CLAN: none
RANK: Rogue
GENDER: Tom
AGE: 19 moons
DESCRIPTION: Hannibal is pitch black-darker than the night sky. His eyes are blue chips of ice that appear menacing and hard. He has a slight build, but is still strong. He is fierce and very capable of holding his own in combat. Hannibal's teeth and claws are kept very sharp. Perfect for piercing skin and drawing blood.
His tail is of good lenghth and streams out behind him. He tends to be easliy irritated causing his tail to be in constant motion.
Hannibal is a fairly good looking tom. His looks attract the attention of she-cats, but he is not easily won over.
PERSONALITY: Hannibal os a very headstrong cat. He likes to get his way and refuses to be forced to do anything. He can be sort of controlling and does not hold back in expressing his dislike/hatred if things. He is ruthless and will kill if neccessary. Hannibal can be a jerk, but he does have a friendlier side. He can be pretty cool and joke around. Some of his joking though, can be harsh and sarcastic. He can also be caring during serious situations. He is even affectionate to those who are close to him. But generally, Hannibal is hot-headed and does things his way.
HISTORY: Hannibal was born in the midst of leaf-fall. His blue eyes opened to the sight of the first snow fall of the season. Leaf-bare arrived and his mother, Raven, had trouble finding food. His father, Caesar, left before his birth, so Raven had no help bringing up the young tom.
His littermates did not survive the harsh weather. But Hannibal grew up healthy and strong. At the age of 7 moons, Raven went off in search of food and never returned. The young black tom learned to fend for himself and eventually met a young she-cat. The became mates and up until present times, Hannibal has fathered two litters.
OTHER:
-INSIGHT-
A young black kit wandered aimlessly through the forest. His little jaws parted to reveal a pink mouth as he scented the air around him. His hackles rose as he detected unfamilier cats. Instantly he pressed himself to the ground and padded wearily towards the scent. Before him were three large cats. Two toms and a she-cat. The largest tom was, a brown tabby with icy blue eyes was furiously screaching at the she-cat. "You're useless!" he was yowling, "you couldn't kill a cat if it surrendered at your paws!"
Meanwhile, the other, smaller tabby tom, took in the air to confirm what he had previously scented, "Caesar," he mewed, "smell that?" The large brown tom sniffed. A sudden rippling growl filled the air.
"Perfect," he meowed menacingly, "Now's your chance, Moth," he added to the silver she-cat, "prove yourself." The female shivered slightly and padded to the tabby's side. The other tom flanked his other side. Their eyes zeroed in on the black kit crouching behind a bush. Caesar's jaws parted to let loose the words that could end Hannibal's short-lived life, "Kill him."
MATE: Magic
KITS:
1st litter- Spark, Rose
2nd litter- Hollow, Moon, Night, Sky
PIC:[/shadow]
CLAN: none
RANK: Rogue
GENDER: Tom
AGE: 19 moons
DESCRIPTION: Hannibal is pitch black-darker than the night sky. His eyes are blue chips of ice that appear menacing and hard. He has a slight build, but is still strong. He is fierce and very capable of holding his own in combat. Hannibal's teeth and claws are kept very sharp. Perfect for piercing skin and drawing blood.
His tail is of good lenghth and streams out behind him. He tends to be easliy irritated causing his tail to be in constant motion.
Hannibal is a fairly good looking tom. His looks attract the attention of she-cats, but he is not easily won over.
PERSONALITY: Hannibal os a very headstrong cat. He likes to get his way and refuses to be forced to do anything. He can be sort of controlling and does not hold back in expressing his dislike/hatred if things. He is ruthless and will kill if neccessary. Hannibal can be a jerk, but he does have a friendlier side. He can be pretty cool and joke around. Some of his joking though, can be harsh and sarcastic. He can also be caring during serious situations. He is even affectionate to those who are close to him. But generally, Hannibal is hot-headed and does things his way.
HISTORY: Hannibal was born in the midst of leaf-fall. His blue eyes opened to the sight of the first snow fall of the season. Leaf-bare arrived and his mother, Raven, had trouble finding food. His father, Caesar, left before his birth, so Raven had no help bringing up the young tom.
His littermates did not survive the harsh weather. But Hannibal grew up healthy and strong. At the age of 7 moons, Raven went off in search of food and never returned. The young black tom learned to fend for himself and eventually met a young she-cat. The became mates and up until present times, Hannibal has fathered two litters.
OTHER:
-INSIGHT-
A young black kit wandered aimlessly through the forest. His little jaws parted to reveal a pink mouth as he scented the air around him. His hackles rose as he detected unfamilier cats. Instantly he pressed himself to the ground and padded wearily towards the scent. Before him were three large cats. Two toms and a she-cat. The largest tom was, a brown tabby with icy blue eyes was furiously screaching at the she-cat. "You're useless!" he was yowling, "you couldn't kill a cat if it surrendered at your paws!"
Meanwhile, the other, smaller tabby tom, took in the air to confirm what he had previously scented, "Caesar," he mewed, "smell that?" The large brown tom sniffed. A sudden rippling growl filled the air.
"Perfect," he meowed menacingly, "Now's your chance, Moth," he added to the silver she-cat, "prove yourself." The female shivered slightly and padded to the tabby's side. The other tom flanked his other side. Their eyes zeroed in on the black kit crouching behind a bush. Caesar's jaws parted to let loose the words that could end Hannibal's short-lived life, "Kill him."
MATE: Magic
KITS:
1st litter- Spark, Rose
2nd litter- Hollow, Moon, Night, Sky
PIC:[/shadow]
[shadow=red,left,300]Until You Find Something Worth Dieing For,
You Haven't Really Lived.[/shadow]