Post by Jungleheart on Apr 19, 2013 16:06:30 GMT -5
"Perhaps I care because I strive to be different from my people... We care lest our lives be empty"
~Drizzt Do'Urden, The Icewind Dale Trilogy
Drizzt, Warrior
Gender- Tom
Age- 25 moons
Clan/tribe- AshClan
Eye Color- Violet
Pelt Color- Black
Appearance-
Drizzt is tall, but not exceedingly so. He is very thin and doesn't appear like he would pose much of a threat to a larger cat, but looks can be deceiving. He has paws that perfectly fit his size and are equipped with long, dagger-like claws. He has an angular face with very defined features and tall, pointed ears. His almond-shaped eyes are a strange shade of violet and sometimes appear a lighter, lavender color. His short, thick fur is midnight black and always well-groomed. The only change in color among the solid black is a stripe of stark white on his nose. He has a short half-tail that doesn't at all hinder his balance. Despite his experience in fighting, he has no visible scars.
Personality-
Drizzt is quiet and doesn't usually speak his mind. There is a mysterious and dark air about him, though he really isn't such a bad cat. He is the kind of cat you see sitting at a dark corner at gatherings, not accepted and looked at strangely by others. He doesn't mind though, he has come to ignore it. He is a rather intelligent cat and relies heavily on his instincts. He is also a skilled fighter. He has incredible agility and speed, helping him in the many battles he indulges in. He wishes to be a mentor to pass on what he has learned, but he doesn't think that the Clan that has adopted him trusts him with their young yet. Because of his past, he has only ever been tolerated even though he didn't necessarily participate in what his family did. Though he usually appears calm, he is also a bit reckless and sometimes underestimates his foes. This has gotten the tom into some pretty tricky situations, but he is still alive to tell the tales. He is understanding of others and often takes everything under careful consideration. He is the kind of cat who will see a group of invading rogues, have only himself and one other and say, "Oh, it's only sixteen rogues, we'll be fine." He is sometimes cheerful around the few who care to know him, but usually faces everything stoically.
History-
Drizzt was born to a particularly vicious band of rogues. They tormented the clans and tortured the cats they captured. Even at a young age, Drizzt was expected to follow in the footsteps of his family. He was different, though, showed something he was not trained to feel. Compassion. He didn't like the senseless murdering and it sent a chill down his spine. Though he did like battles- as was his nature, he wouldn't participate in the slaughtering of the innocent. Though he didn't participate, he was still dragged along. One cold Leafbare night, the rogues attacked AshClan's camp. They crept silently through and sent Drizzt ahead as their scout. A moment passed, he wondered what he should do. As he was about to give his rogue family the all-clear, he heard a kit's voice. It was afraid and telling it's mother so. The she-cat told her kit there was nothing to worry about. It was at that moment where Drizzt made up his mind. "Rogues!" he cried, stripping away his families element of surprise. By now, his family was well-known and it took every warrior to cut them down. They saw the strange sight of a rogue fighting against his own. They grudgingly accepted him into their Clan, though they were unsure of his motives. He had betrayed those that had raised him, what was stopping him from betraying the Clan that took him in? None the less, he was trained as an apprentice. His mentor was a tom named Boulderfur. He not only expanded on the young tom's fighting skills, but also trained him thoroughly with hunting. Besides these things that other apprentices learned, he was also taught a majority of other things. Patience among them. He would not be the cat he was today without the influence of his mentor. As the day of his warrior ceremony came, he was asked if he wanted a warrior name at all. The young tom had grown quite fond of the name, and though it gave away to his heritage, he kept it. Most have forgotten about the attack on AshClan and the strange, random murders, but still find themselves putting up their guard around the passive tom. He now wants an apprentice to train and maybe a few friends, but otherwise, he is content.
Kin-
Mother: Fluff
Father: Shadowed
Siblings: Gray, Burnt, and Flame
Other- None
