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Post by faladin on Jun 13, 2010 21:46:36 GMT -5
Name • • Faladin
Age • • Five years
Gender • • Tom
Rank • • Rare
Patron God • • Soltaire
Shift Rarity • • Rare
Shift Form • • Alligator
OOC Name • • Adel !
Appearance • •
In color, Faladin wasn't genetically gifted like his luminescent brother. His undercoat holds the same clean, ivory hue, which shows only through his belly and paws. But that's where any resemblence stops. Above the ivory undercoat is a smooth, sunlit cream hue that is so pale it hardly classifies him as a ginger tabby. But it's his subtlety he's quite proud of, he imagines it gives him a regal appearence, somewhat above all others. Along with his fair cream hue comes soft, red tabby lines along his back and faintly across his face. The insides of his ears are lighter than the rest, but barely so. They blend seamlessly together with his coat, save for one rather bright line of russet that surrounds his nape like a collar. Faladin takes into every consideration the condition of his pelt to make sure that it's in top presentable form at all times. Often, when he isn't busy, you can find him meticulously grooming and preening down by the stream. He believes strongly that a first impression to the right cat can get you somewhere in life, plus he loves impressing the she-cats.
His eyes are what he holds of his mother, and he's rather thankful [but ungreatful to her] for them. It's only another thing to add to his better-than-thou attitude towards others, but from another's perspective they are quite dazzling. Hypnotic shades of dark blue swim behind brilliant spikes of ice that go out from his pupil to barely touch the outside of his iris. It seems that his eyes are lined by hues of midnight. In his younger days they would smoulder with self-confidence and pride, especially when his father would approve of his training, but now they often burn with such an intense jealousy, some say they turn green. Well, those that catch him in a rare moment of him without his mask that holds disdain and smug self-assurance. His facade is only pulled away when he is in heated arguments with his father or in solitude, praying to his patron god.
His build is one of his attractive features. His limbs are shorter than the average feline but they are built with hard sinew from his years of training. Faladin's entire body is one chord of well-used and powerful muscle, making his build seem sturdy and compact. Chest is wide and allows him to breath easily for strenuous times, giving him a very powerful strut when he feels proud. Everything else about him is in proportion to the average feline, with a masculine and well cut dial. His paws are small and almost delicate in comparison to the rest of his brotesque physique, although they help in stealth. His tail is long and always calm, unlike most cats who allow it to flick and show irritation. He carefully thinks about everything in his appearance, where to place his tail, how to move his whiskers, careful placement of his paws when he walks.
Personality • •
Vain? Yes, due to the years of pampering and special attention recieved from his father, Faladin thinks of himself more than anything else. Although his father hasn't always been all rainbows-and-butterflies towards him, he still has come to think of himself as great enough in the eyes of the Gods to become the leader of the tribe. And he isn't always terrible full of himself; in fact, in times of quiet and lonesome, he is rather self-loathing and bitter. But he would die before he let anyone see this side of him; bhe believes it is stronger to show self-confidence with a smug grin. Faladin is always thinking about himself; is his fur groomed to a sheen? Does his walk give an aura of confidence and power? Do his eyes gleam when he talks? All of this he takes into careful account all of the time, whether it's social interactions or hunting alone. He always wants to dazzle and impress with his looks.
Overly Critical? If anyone points out a mistake or a flaw in Faladin, he nearly goes into an outrage. In this time he is known for insulting, shouting, hissing, and even threatening to shift into his unpredictable form. Why is this? Shouldn't a calm, cool and collected tom like him take the criticism with a grain of salt? No. Because he beats himself up enough with criticsm and his father often insults him in anger; so he knows what he does wrong. And he doesn't need anyone to tell him what he already knows. He isn't only critical about himself; in rare moments when his mind isn't occupied with itself, he attempts to mentor others, but is often too harsh for many to handle. This is probably due to his father's rigorous training, but Faladin never blames his father for anything; he is strong because of him.
Shallow? As you may have already concurred, looks mean everything to Faladin. He spends a lot of time on his looks as he deems them of the utmost importance. Any sort of femme that he sees has to be nearly perfection in order to be even "worthy" of his approving gaze. And he certainly can be a flirt when she does recieve his approval. However, against his father's wishes, he secretly detests having kits. Something about how drastically imperfect and weak they are make him cringe, and he has little patience for teaching like fathers are required to do. Plus, his low respect for she-cats make it hard for him to find one to suit his personality and bear his seed.
Jealous? Ever since his brother, Valentine, became Tribe leader, jealousy has become a huge part of the adult tom's persona. Everytime he sees his brother, he knows that he doesn't deserve the role whatsoever, and it's all his mind can think about. It becomes shrouded in a thick mist of jealousy and deep loathing hatred that he sometime's can't see straight. Obviously something is wrong with his brother; a mental disability that could reac havoc on the tribe with him as leader. He hates his ugly jealous side, however, knowing that it's a huge character flaw. So he tries to avoid his brother as much as possible, also avoiding an angry outburst that even the dullest of cats will notice. And if one day he is to become leader, he cannot let any thing be known to the members of the tribe, or the elders; and he hopes the Gods will respect his restraint.
Clever? One of his astounding traits is his mind. Faladin has a sharp wit, and he's intensely focused. Most of the time he keeps his composure calm and his mind clear, so that he can always think. He's also very rational when it comes to his actions and has a slippery, quick tounge. Instead of using his mind for good, however, often nowadays he turns to devious thoughts of overthrowing his brother. He's never quick to jump to an idea, and instead plans heavily down to every last move to nearly ensure success. However, he's prone to outbursts of uncontrollable rage when provoked, because he keeps so much inside, packed beneath his smug demeanor. This could be the downfall of him, and it's one thing he doesn't quite realize. Often, he wonders why is everyone else so stupid?
Protective? He would never admit it, but he doesn't want harm to come to his brother. Blood is thicker than water, as many say, and although jealousy and lust causes him to loathe Valentine, he's also somewhat protective of him. If anyone is going to hurt him, it's going to be Faladin, or else he's going to have some problems. It's a strange relationship, and I wouldn't say that Faladin cares for Valentine, but he still considers him his brother. He's just not worthy of his title, and he seems to be a bit insane as well. Also, Faladin detests loner cats or anyone that doesn't have anything to do with the tribe; he sees them as an outside threat and will do anything to stop them from joining. Despite what many may believe, Faladin loves the tribe and respects the Gods. Anyone to stand against that has huge opposition from Faladin; which is a force to be reckoned with.
History • •
[pah, must i still do a history? -muse is dead-]
I was born into a litter of two, just my brother and I. Of course we were well taken care of by a nanny until my father began to train us. He never spoke to mother much; though I really don't blame him. Her part in the equation was over, there was no more need for her. At an early age my father saw my potential and trained me much more than my brother. He always told me I was to be tribe leader some day, and I believed it. My brother I ignored; for once he recieved his shift form, he had become strange. He was nothing to my father and I. So the years of training went on, and they were hard. Father was prone to outbursts of rage, but all that did was prepare me more for combat. It wasn't long until I was stronger than him and could easily subdue his rage, not only by force but by gentle word. His cunning was less than mine, though he never said it.
I prayed often to Soltaire, asking for guidance when I became leader. I knew the lore well, and thought that Soltaire would have a special sympathy for me, since I had a brother who would probably become jealous and vengeful when I became leader.
My life consisted mostly of training. I never found a suitable she-cat to bear my seed, but of course I was going to wait until I became leader. On that fateful day when the Elders announced the leader, I had groomed myself to perfection. I stood by my father and waited for my name to be called. And instead... I heard my brother's name. Valentine. When I heard it, my father yowled angrily, but I remained composed, the hatred and disbelief churning inside of me. Ever since that moment, I had to force myself to stay composed when I see the incompetent brother of mine in that position.
Other • • None ^^ sorry the history is so short, I just wanted to get it done.
Family • •
Valentine -- Brother -- Alive
Father -- Alive
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Post by Gods and Goddesses on Jun 20, 2010 10:43:58 GMT -5
ACCEPTED Welcomwe to the Tribe, Faladin. You'll be an interesting character to be Valentine's brother. We'll see how all of this plays out as the years pass.
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