Post by Taxx on Mar 24, 2020 1:29:44 GMT -5
Name: Havoc
Age: 12 moons
Sex: Tom
Gang: None
Rank: Loner
Social Stats
Intelligence: 4
Empathy: 2
Charisma: 3
Willpower: 1
Battle Stats
Strength: 2
Endurance: 3
Agility: 3
Instinct: 2
Picture:
Description Summary: Short-haired blue tom with bright green eyes
Full Description: Havoc is tall, long-legged and sturdy in form, but strength isn't what he relies most on- it's speed and agility. Running away from whatever bee's nest he's stirred up, usually laughing all the while. His fur is a uniform blue-gray color, short from nose to tail-tip but thick and dense. His eyes are a light, piercing green color, glowing with mischief and usually accompanied with an impish smirk.
Personality: Havoc is a cat who enjoys living in the moment; he doesn't plan ahead very well. If he's hungry, he'll go hunt; if he's tired, he'll sleep- and if he's bored? Watch out, because nobody's safe. Except Chaos, to a degree. He'll tease her relentlessly, but he would also do anything for his sister, because she's the most important thing in his life.
Havoc lives for the simple things in life: doing whatever he wants, when he wants it. He enjoys messing with a cat's mind, finding their weakness and poking at it, working side by side with Chaos. It's something that's always bound to put him in good spirits, winding up a cat however he can.
He answers to nobody, affiliated with no Gang or any other loner, rogue, or kittypet. Only to himself and Chaos. He doesn't care to tie himself down: he loves the freedom of going where he or his sister want to without having to ask someone. Gangs are too full of rules, of restrictions- too much of 'you can't do this, you can't do that' that he's heard of- why would he ever do that to himself?
History: Bluejay was hardly a mother who'd be commended for the way she raised kits. The litter of two she birthed were each given names that they were quick to switch, once they were old enough to. Flea and Tick, two nearly identical cats right down to the shade of their fur and the color of their eyes. She cared for them, but as soon as their teeth began to grow in, she weaned them onto solid food. She rushed their instruction on hunting and fighting, too, often rather harsh if she suspected them of slacking off or goofing around instead of paying attention to her.
They learned, in time- enough to get by. They learned to avoid people, for the risk they posed, and they heard that the Gangs were more trouble than they were worth, but not always as dangerous as humans could be.
By their sixth moon, Bluejay's attention had tapered off; they saw her a few times with other toms, suddenly fawning over them, and then she simply disappeared. Neither Flea or Tick bothered to find out where she'd gone- what was the point? They had each other, and suddenly, no hovering mother to ruin their fun. In short time, they'd thrown off the last tie to her that they could: the names she'd given them. Tick became Chaos, and Flea became Havoc.
And their fun truly began. They would be careful, as instructed, to steer clear of humans, but the Gangs? They were fair game, and it became a source of great fun for the two to poke at the Gangs in special ways- but always, always, sticking close to each other, because each other is all they've still got in this world.
Age: 12 moons
Sex: Tom
Gang: None
Rank: Loner
Social Stats
Intelligence: 4
Empathy: 2
Charisma: 3
Willpower: 1
Battle Stats
Strength: 2
Endurance: 3
Agility: 3
Instinct: 2
Picture:
Description Summary: Short-haired blue tom with bright green eyes
Full Description: Havoc is tall, long-legged and sturdy in form, but strength isn't what he relies most on- it's speed and agility. Running away from whatever bee's nest he's stirred up, usually laughing all the while. His fur is a uniform blue-gray color, short from nose to tail-tip but thick and dense. His eyes are a light, piercing green color, glowing with mischief and usually accompanied with an impish smirk.
Personality: Havoc is a cat who enjoys living in the moment; he doesn't plan ahead very well. If he's hungry, he'll go hunt; if he's tired, he'll sleep- and if he's bored? Watch out, because nobody's safe. Except Chaos, to a degree. He'll tease her relentlessly, but he would also do anything for his sister, because she's the most important thing in his life.
Havoc lives for the simple things in life: doing whatever he wants, when he wants it. He enjoys messing with a cat's mind, finding their weakness and poking at it, working side by side with Chaos. It's something that's always bound to put him in good spirits, winding up a cat however he can.
He answers to nobody, affiliated with no Gang or any other loner, rogue, or kittypet. Only to himself and Chaos. He doesn't care to tie himself down: he loves the freedom of going where he or his sister want to without having to ask someone. Gangs are too full of rules, of restrictions- too much of 'you can't do this, you can't do that' that he's heard of- why would he ever do that to himself?
History: Bluejay was hardly a mother who'd be commended for the way she raised kits. The litter of two she birthed were each given names that they were quick to switch, once they were old enough to. Flea and Tick, two nearly identical cats right down to the shade of their fur and the color of their eyes. She cared for them, but as soon as their teeth began to grow in, she weaned them onto solid food. She rushed their instruction on hunting and fighting, too, often rather harsh if she suspected them of slacking off or goofing around instead of paying attention to her.
They learned, in time- enough to get by. They learned to avoid people, for the risk they posed, and they heard that the Gangs were more trouble than they were worth, but not always as dangerous as humans could be.
By their sixth moon, Bluejay's attention had tapered off; they saw her a few times with other toms, suddenly fawning over them, and then she simply disappeared. Neither Flea or Tick bothered to find out where she'd gone- what was the point? They had each other, and suddenly, no hovering mother to ruin their fun. In short time, they'd thrown off the last tie to her that they could: the names she'd given them. Tick became Chaos, and Flea became Havoc.
And their fun truly began. They would be careful, as instructed, to steer clear of humans, but the Gangs? They were fair game, and it became a source of great fun for the two to poke at the Gangs in special ways- but always, always, sticking close to each other, because each other is all they've still got in this world.