Post by Cloud of Diamonds on Jan 1, 2010 21:28:21 GMT -5
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LOKI
Name|
Loki
Gender|
Tom
Age|
23 moons
Rank|
Loner
Clan|
None.
Beliefs|
Loki is very independent with his beliefs, and only believes in what he wants to. If he wanted to believe that he could walk on water, then so be it. But that doesn't mean it's necessarily true. He only believes in things that are impossible to believe in, doing the exact opposite of non-believers.
Sometimes he'll pretend to believe in something silly, just to make a cat laugh and to hopefully charm them.
Parents|
Mother: Petunia (Kittypet) [NP] x Father: Alucard (Kittypet) [NP]
Siblings|
Older Brother: Grimaelle, "Grim" or "Grimmy" (Kittypet) [NP]
Other Kin|
None.
Mate|
None yet.
Crush|
None yet.
Kits|
Impossible
Apprentice/Mentor|
None.
Appearance|
Loki is a lilac-blue point Siamese with turquoise eyes. His muzzle, around his eyes, forehead, ears, tail, and paws are all silver-blue-lilac, fur short and thin. Loki has a lanky build; scrawny, yet long and limber all at the same time. With few muscles, Loki is in shape that's more than capable of running swiftly and pouncing.
His claws are blunt and his tail is average. Loki's hips and shoulders are pointed and jut out, bony and almost delicate looking. A thin, penetrable neck, adorned with a small head-- ears bat-like and large with a strong, sensitive nose and touchy-feely whiskers.
... Indeed, Loki has the perfect build for making his getting-when-the-getting-is-good-get-aways easy as pie. Or mice, in this case...
Mouse pie, anyone?
Personality|
Loki is, by far, a womanizer, trickster, and danger-junkie.
To Loki, she-cats are just reproduction machines so the whole feline species can continue. He comes, then he goes; it doesn't matter. She-cats are all the same to him. Flirting all the way, Loki uses the most horrible pick-up lines you can imagine, though still sly at the same time. Indeed, Loki is one of the worst womanizers to come across of. He flirts with everyone.
Everyone.
Everyone, as in males, too. With his coy, nerdish personality, he enjoys messing with the she-cats and toms; flirting this way and that, just for the kicks and giggles. "It's cute to see a face, like yourself, all squished up... Did you know that?" Persians are his favorite: squished faces = funny.
Well, to him, anyways.
Loki is the cream of the crop when dealing with deceiving, fooling, and otherwise tricking the common feline. He thoroughly enjoys it, along with his own silly, sarcastic comments that pop here and there every once and a while. "Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" He also has managed to master the arts of escaping and hiding. He can squeeze out of any situation gone wrong and get away easily, using his tricks to thwart a pursuer off his path. Roll in a pile of strong scented mushrooms to cover his own scent is one of them.
Most of the time, anyways.
And if you put two and two together, Loki is a danger-junkie.
He revels in the leisure of pestering two-legs, playing "chicken" with monsters on the gravel paths (though it takes a day or two to get to the paths from the Ranch), and is quite amused with jeering at chained-up dogs. Loki feels no fear for death, because he views it as a natural event in life. He constantly skirts the edge of Death's hold so he can have adrenalin rushes. Oh, how Loki enjoys his adrenalin rushes-- they're part of his life. You take them away and all that's left is a normal tom with a slightly higher than average I.Q.
To Loki, death may not scare him, but it's still a strong word. He enjoys causing it, too-- hunting down as much prey as possible because he likes to see the "life" go out of their eyes. They turn so glassy... so empty.
Would you believe that Loki gets off on it?
... Yikes.
Skills|
Loki is not the greatest fighter. Due to his size and lack of muscles, Loki is in no condition to have an all-out brawl with another feline. He tries to use his knowledge against others during a battle, but it doesn't work out, and sometimes you just need a little bit of brawn to back up that brain of yours.
Hunting, though, is another story. Loki is a excellent hunter, able to catch mice, squirrels, and the common pigeon. The Ranch is full of them. Tracking is more difficult, but Loki manages with his hearing. Loki has a stronger sense of hearing than most cats would, but it's not overly so. Stalking is a different matter because it's hard for Loki to stay still. His anxiety causes jitters, the shakes, and other things along that line, which makes noise.
He can only manage to stay still for a short period of time-- long enough to catch his prey and feed himself.
... Not too shabby for a Siamese, eh?
History|
Loki's history is unknown to many, save for a select few.
It began on a Leaf-Bare morning, the day that Loki's life went hay-wire. Sure, he could put up with the dry, rabbit pellets and meat slop for food. Sure, he could understand why they made him make dirt in a hard gravel box.
But getting Loki neutered had been the last straw.
He planned frequently for his escape, eyeing the periods of time of weaknesses to the outside world. Like the door being left open, or the window open just a crack-- enough for Loki to maneuver his way out.
Either way, Loki needed a way out. Fast. Who knows what the two-legs would do next! And then finally, the next day, the window was wide open!
Loki didn't hesitate-- he bolted out the window, through the garden, over the fence, and into the forest, racing for freedom. It was done. It was over.
He had successfully escaped!
... Now where would he go? How would he survive? How long would he survive? The wild was no place for a Siamese! Loki hadn't thought that far ahead, because he had just wanted to get away so badly, he didn't have time to think of what he would do after escaping.
Then that same day, he stumbled upon a place-- a bright, red, large two-leg den. Larger then the kennels the two-legs put their monsters in.
It was a ranch.
This was it! From the smell of prey, and the sound of a nearby stream, this was perfect! It was plentiful! How could Loki refuse?
This.... this would be his new home!
And so it is - or perhaps was. One day the tom made what could possibly be his last mistake. Feeling particularly adventurous one day, he strolled into one of the Clan territories, met a patrol who didn't like his charming and jokes, and got flattened, crushed, and left to drag his bloody self back home.
Which he didn't manage to do, instead collapsing just inside MeadowClan territory, falling unconscious because of his loss of blood. He was found by Tigertail and Fawnpaw of MeadowClan, and was dragged to their camp, where he is right now, still knocked out as they decide his fate.
LOKI
"Who is the real fool? The fool? Or the fool that follows him?" ~Loki
Name|
Loki
Gender|
Tom
Age|
23 moons
Rank|
Loner
Clan|
None.
Beliefs|
Loki is very independent with his beliefs, and only believes in what he wants to. If he wanted to believe that he could walk on water, then so be it. But that doesn't mean it's necessarily true. He only believes in things that are impossible to believe in, doing the exact opposite of non-believers.
Sometimes he'll pretend to believe in something silly, just to make a cat laugh and to hopefully charm them.
Parents|
Mother: Petunia (Kittypet) [NP] x Father: Alucard (Kittypet) [NP]
Siblings|
Older Brother: Grimaelle, "Grim" or "Grimmy" (Kittypet) [NP]
Other Kin|
None.
Mate|
None yet.
Crush|
None yet.
Kits|
Impossible
Apprentice/Mentor|
None.
Appearance|
Loki is a lilac-blue point Siamese with turquoise eyes. His muzzle, around his eyes, forehead, ears, tail, and paws are all silver-blue-lilac, fur short and thin. Loki has a lanky build; scrawny, yet long and limber all at the same time. With few muscles, Loki is in shape that's more than capable of running swiftly and pouncing.
His claws are blunt and his tail is average. Loki's hips and shoulders are pointed and jut out, bony and almost delicate looking. A thin, penetrable neck, adorned with a small head-- ears bat-like and large with a strong, sensitive nose and touchy-feely whiskers.
... Indeed, Loki has the perfect build for making his getting-when-the-getting-is-good-get-aways easy as pie. Or mice, in this case...
Mouse pie, anyone?
Personality|
Loki is, by far, a womanizer, trickster, and danger-junkie.
To Loki, she-cats are just reproduction machines so the whole feline species can continue. He comes, then he goes; it doesn't matter. She-cats are all the same to him. Flirting all the way, Loki uses the most horrible pick-up lines you can imagine, though still sly at the same time. Indeed, Loki is one of the worst womanizers to come across of. He flirts with everyone.
Everyone.
Everyone, as in males, too. With his coy, nerdish personality, he enjoys messing with the she-cats and toms; flirting this way and that, just for the kicks and giggles. "It's cute to see a face, like yourself, all squished up... Did you know that?" Persians are his favorite: squished faces = funny.
Well, to him, anyways.
Loki is the cream of the crop when dealing with deceiving, fooling, and otherwise tricking the common feline. He thoroughly enjoys it, along with his own silly, sarcastic comments that pop here and there every once and a while. "Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" He also has managed to master the arts of escaping and hiding. He can squeeze out of any situation gone wrong and get away easily, using his tricks to thwart a pursuer off his path. Roll in a pile of strong scented mushrooms to cover his own scent is one of them.
Most of the time, anyways.
And if you put two and two together, Loki is a danger-junkie.
He revels in the leisure of pestering two-legs, playing "chicken" with monsters on the gravel paths (though it takes a day or two to get to the paths from the Ranch), and is quite amused with jeering at chained-up dogs. Loki feels no fear for death, because he views it as a natural event in life. He constantly skirts the edge of Death's hold so he can have adrenalin rushes. Oh, how Loki enjoys his adrenalin rushes-- they're part of his life. You take them away and all that's left is a normal tom with a slightly higher than average I.Q.
To Loki, death may not scare him, but it's still a strong word. He enjoys causing it, too-- hunting down as much prey as possible because he likes to see the "life" go out of their eyes. They turn so glassy... so empty.
Would you believe that Loki gets off on it?
... Yikes.
Skills|
Loki is not the greatest fighter. Due to his size and lack of muscles, Loki is in no condition to have an all-out brawl with another feline. He tries to use his knowledge against others during a battle, but it doesn't work out, and sometimes you just need a little bit of brawn to back up that brain of yours.
Hunting, though, is another story. Loki is a excellent hunter, able to catch mice, squirrels, and the common pigeon. The Ranch is full of them. Tracking is more difficult, but Loki manages with his hearing. Loki has a stronger sense of hearing than most cats would, but it's not overly so. Stalking is a different matter because it's hard for Loki to stay still. His anxiety causes jitters, the shakes, and other things along that line, which makes noise.
He can only manage to stay still for a short period of time-- long enough to catch his prey and feed himself.
... Not too shabby for a Siamese, eh?
History|
Loki's history is unknown to many, save for a select few.
It began on a Leaf-Bare morning, the day that Loki's life went hay-wire. Sure, he could put up with the dry, rabbit pellets and meat slop for food. Sure, he could understand why they made him make dirt in a hard gravel box.
But getting Loki neutered had been the last straw.
He planned frequently for his escape, eyeing the periods of time of weaknesses to the outside world. Like the door being left open, or the window open just a crack-- enough for Loki to maneuver his way out.
Either way, Loki needed a way out. Fast. Who knows what the two-legs would do next! And then finally, the next day, the window was wide open!
Loki didn't hesitate-- he bolted out the window, through the garden, over the fence, and into the forest, racing for freedom. It was done. It was over.
He had successfully escaped!
... Now where would he go? How would he survive? How long would he survive? The wild was no place for a Siamese! Loki hadn't thought that far ahead, because he had just wanted to get away so badly, he didn't have time to think of what he would do after escaping.
Then that same day, he stumbled upon a place-- a bright, red, large two-leg den. Larger then the kennels the two-legs put their monsters in.
It was a ranch.
This was it! From the smell of prey, and the sound of a nearby stream, this was perfect! It was plentiful! How could Loki refuse?
This.... this would be his new home!
And so it is - or perhaps was. One day the tom made what could possibly be his last mistake. Feeling particularly adventurous one day, he strolled into one of the Clan territories, met a patrol who didn't like his charming and jokes, and got flattened, crushed, and left to drag his bloody self back home.
Which he didn't manage to do, instead collapsing just inside MeadowClan territory, falling unconscious because of his loss of blood. He was found by Tigertail and Fawnpaw of MeadowClan, and was dragged to their camp, where he is right now, still knocked out as they decide his fate.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp