Post by faith on Dec 21, 2007 1:03:06 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Redemption
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 38 moons old
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] None
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] Loner
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Redemption has a severe case of multiple personalities and litterally has two complettly opposite personalities that are triggered to swich to and from the other. We'll call them his Awesome and Awful personalities. He remembers his thoughts and feelings after he's changed from one personality to the other but his personality just changes, his desires and talents change and someimes he seems almost two people. Though he can't talk to his other personality while in one personality he can remember what he thought about himself in the last personality. Other cats find it quite easy to think of him as two cats and often call Redemption's awesome self by his name and his awful self is often referred to as Forsaken though I'll not be using that little nick-name in his bio.
.:Switch Triggers:.
Trigger to Switch into Awesome- When he baddly hurts or kills a cat or makes a cat cry in true sorrow in his Awful personality his personalitities change so that he becomes his awesome self
Trigger to switch into Awful- If he were to help someone, make them truely happy, or save their life in his awesome personality he would be triggering himself into his Aweful personality.
-Redemption's Awesome Personality-
Redemption is kind and sympathetic in this personality, he is always wanting to help and be caring but he tries not to help for fear that his othe personality will come. He is unsure of every step he takes in this personality becuase he doesn't want to fight or hurt others and he knows that he has done it so often when he has switched to his other personality. He refuses to rejoin the clans for fear of this and he refuses to go near other cats msost of the time. He is always terribly lonely and withdrawn never speaking to anyone sleeping in a cold nest all alone, never looking for friends nor mate for his fear of what he'll do to them.
He has a great scence of humor but has long scince felt safe enough around others and from himself to even luagh much nor to smile. He has grown pittyfully shy becuase of his issolation and he hates himself for the things he has done in his awful personality. He is really brave and strong even in this personality but he tries to repress it to keep his other side hidden away inside of him. His problems with this though are his way ward heart and heroic personality. He falls into crushes easily and his heart is always following some she-cat, but he knows if he ever fell in love with someone that his awful personality would take over any time he made the one he loved happy, so his way ward thoughts are pushed away deep inside of him. His heroic nature though is too hard for him to surrpress more often then not and he can't help himself but to help others in trouble. Un fortanatly if he does this he's only then placing them in the danger of his awful self, which he has experianced means he'll likely put them back to at least as much danger as he had saved them from. His body though doesn't think of that until he's already helped them.
His favorite things to do in this personality are observing and deep thinking. He loves to watch the sky any time of the day and has almost perfected the art of predicting when a storm is coming. He is an wonderful tracker and very patient when doing anything and everything that is stenuous. He is often seen staring off observing things, or just letting his mind wonder. He is quite easily entertained and if he were to ever be able to be around other cats for very long they would realize that he is somewhat kit like in his fasination with the world around him. He sees the beauty in everyone and everything and is very understanding and trust worthy. If asked to he would carry a secret to the grave, unless he were to tell someone in his awful personality.
His biggest fualt in this personality though is that he is clumsy and often forgetful. He's always tripping and making noises, it is truely a wonder that he has any abitlity to hunt in this personality at all, but his patients usually allows him to catch enough food for himself after a few tries. He often says things that he meant to have come out meaing something entirely diffrent from what he did say and has a hard time lying, always feeling guilty right afterwards. When he forgets something you might as well have washed it from his memory, though this rarely happens with anything of true importance, like names for example, but with small things like numbers or other small whisps of gosip, stay for barely long enough for him to use it to any real avail.
Redemption is rather easy to make jump as he is always a little tence in this personality unless he is observing something truely stunning.. He isn't easily scared but if you sneek up on him he is easy to startle. His fears are few accept for that he might hurt others if his personality switches or that he might have to fight someone some day with no choice and that if he kills someone in thos personality that he would be permenantly switched to his awful personality. He will often carry guilt from what he does in his other personality inside of him for weeks and some things he's done.
-Redemption's Awful Personality-
Redemption's awful personality, nicknamed Forsaken, is one of the few cats people would say are the true defention of evil. When in this personality Remeption is completely merciless and loves to fight, kill, and the taste of cat's blood fresh on his tounge. Anyone is a target to him in some way. He has been known to force mate with many she-cats in this personality, and he likely has a few children out there. He is very proud and fearless in this personality and he could never show mercy or sympathy to anyone, his detatchment from caring about others never extends to anyone, not even his own other personality. When in this personality Redemption would just as well have his other personality gone for ever as have it.
He has been known to fight to the death with any cat that dares take him on, and scince he is alive he has obviously never lost in one of those cases. He has been known to eat as much of the cat he killed before his other personality takes over and he laps the blood from his claws slowly and delibratly, often with a crowd of the dead's loved ones watching somewhere hidden near by. His thirst for blood extends to any creature's blood and he has been known to hunt two-leg puppies and kitty-pets, espeasially the younger ones, for his food.
Besides being a blood thirsty creature in this personality Redemption has no care for anyone or anything but himself and the few things he enjoys doing is killing, force mating, and torturing other cats. He doesn't fight fairly when challanged to a fight and he enjoys having good competition in a battle. He has lost only twice and those willbe reaccounted for in his history. He can't stand petty kitty-pets and has often challanged the thingyier to fights. Those unfortunate few who accepted never returned to their two-legs, a collection of bloody collars hand from a high branch of a large oak tree.
When in this personality Redemption is quite tricky, he can make others beleive he is in his other personality just long enough to trap them somewhere that they'll have no escape nor help. He knows how to read the signs of trust and mistrust and other feelings plainly from a cat's face and he takes deep pleasure in the sorrowful faces of the ones who loved someone he killed. He walks the forests silent and nimble as a shadow and his cold calmness unnerves almost any cat.
His fualt in this personality is not anything to do with himself physically but that he has a hard time remembering imporatant things but easily remebers the smaller things. This is becuase in this personality Redemption's mind wonders just as easally as it focusses when in his other personality. He is only never distracted whn he is fighting or killing, and any other time he is likely to wonder off the topic he'd started thinking about barely moments before. He can't often remeber names of families of all the cat's he's killed, but he does know their faces for he is good at remembering the fear encrusted faces that he'd filled with the terror.
In this personality Redemption has one and no other fear. He is terrafied of fire. He has seen the flames before, they that so angrily lick away life from every living thing in it's path leaving behind shells of dusty cinders. He is terrafied of the way it ravages the spark of life oput of things in the way that it's heat, dryu, and slowly painful, not that he kills much farther from in that fashtion just that he is horrafied of the thought that it might happen to him.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow]Redemption has a strangely dangerous beauty to him that few can understand but like the look of. His shoulders are not broad but his limbs are mussled like iron. His tail is long and nimble. This tail is nearly as swift as his claws are to unsheath. His head is wedge shaped and well angled. His paws are as big as small pine cones and his slim but long build allows him swiftness that few others could hope to have.
His fur is that of a brown tabby's laced in and out with light tans and gingers. It's feel is coarse but strangely nice to feel. His tail is tipped with bright ginger and his paws are light tan while under his chin, chest, and belly are a light creamy white. Dark ebony strapes frame his angelic face creating upside down v's upon his forehead.
Redemption's eyes are a misty greenish blue that seem to change slightly with his personality. When he is in his awesome peronality his eyes are soft and kind but slighly weary. When in his awful personality his eyes almost seem to grow dimmer and they have a glint of cruel hatred in them but with a chilling calmness that would likely rattle any cat's confidence.
The way he stands is also effected by what personality he's in. When he is in his awesome personality his stance is that of one who is meak and stand offish, his tail low, his ears slighlty tilted back his fur almost seems to be drooping. When he's in his awful personality though his stance is that of one who is incredably headstrong, tail held high chin jutted out ears perked and likely a smug smirk on his lips.
Redemption's Scent is a permenant mix of cat's blood and that of gentle flowers in a spring breeze. His ears are sharply pointed and his nose is a dark brown and sharply pointed at the bottom but rounded at the tops. His mouth though seemingly small opens to be very wide, and not so coincidntally deadly. His claws are forever stained brown with the dried blood of his victums.
He moves like mist almost uncatchable and just as strange. His fur is of medium length yet blows freely in the winds as any long furred cat;s would. Many who don't know what he is like think of him as a free spirit when they see him. None would imagine at first what kind of hero and murderer he was.
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]
Kithood- Redemption was born to his parents who belonged to Heatherclan as did he then. At first his only personality was that of his awful personality. So his parents seeing his love of bullying the other kits named him Sorrowkit, for he was a discrace upon his parents and a plain out jerk. He grew up with no friends and liked it that way. At 3 moons of age he asked his mother if he would learn how to kill in his warrior training. Her surprise and dread at his question was rnough to make Sorrowkit angry at her and out of pure frusrarion at her nor answering right away he acctually swiped his paw quickly at her. That day he drew his first blood.
Worried for the saftey of others Sorrowpaw's father took him out of camp and beat the kit scenceless. Little did his father know but Sorrowkit just let his father beat him so baddly so that he could learn some fighting moves. His father let him go back to camp saying the next time he hurt someone he'd use his teeth and claws on Sorrowkit's hide as well. So the next day Sorrowkit play fought with the other kits. His father saw him and hoped the beating had made him want to start making friends, until a yowl of pain came from the kit he was playfighting, no really fighting. Sorrowkit had btten hard into the other kit's shoulder and as his father had promised Sorrowkit got a lesson with fang and claw, memorizing every movement.
When he was 5 moons old though he started to grow a crush on Russetkit. She didn't seem to notice him unless she was noticing himbeating somone up and that was one thing she didn't approve of so he tried to beat up more kits thinking if he only showed her how tough he was that he would get her attentions. She only ignored and disliked him more for it though and soon his crush became an obsesion just for power over her instead of the small scence of love he'd felt for her before. That feeling continued into his Apprenticeship when he became a little more obsessed with the power.
Apprenticeship- Sorrowpaw grew thirstier to dominate Russetpaw every day, but along with that power thirst his love for her grew in the darkest corner of his heart making him become a little kinder once in a while. He continued to try and impress her by winning at the pratice fighting and being the best hunter of the apprentices but she only thought of him as a show off. With every rejection he grew angrier and the small corner of his heart that still held the love grew more strained and compressed.Finally one night his self restraint broke.
It was a eautiful sunset and Russetpaw hadn't noticed Sorrowpaw walking up to sit next to her until he asked why she thought the sunset was beautiful. She was so surprised that she answered that it was becuase it seemed so powerful. "I'm powerful too you know? Why don't you love me?" Sorrowpaw had asked his voice slipped into a little bit of aggression.When she answered that it was because he was just a great big jerk his tiny hold on his want for power broke. With a yell that she was stupid for thinking that he attacked her coldly. He hadn't ment to slash her neck, he'd ment to swat her cheek, but his anger extended his claws and she'd tried to jump back out of the way but she was to slow. That night Sorrowpaw made his first kill of a fellow cat. That night he became a murderer. That night his awesome personality was born.
With a yell of sorrowed pain the constricted loveing corner of Sorrowpaw broke free and his other personality came out as he fell crying into the cold body that was no more than a shell of the one he had loved so deeply in this new personality that had just been surpressed, until now. Not knowing what else to do and confused of his new way of thinking and new personality, he ran from the clan within which he'd just killed the one he'd loved.
Lonerhood- At first Sorrowpaw kept his name but he soon realixrd that it no longer fit eigther of his personaltities he renamed himself, obviously in his awesome personality, Redemption, for he decided in that personality that he should try to redeem himself from his murder. He soon found that impossible though for every time he helped someone he would suddenly revert to his other personalitythat was all hate and evil now, all good in his other personality revserved to the awesome one.
For almost a moon Redemption wandered his personality changing back and forth often as he helped and hurt many cats, though never killed again, yet.When he was 15 moons old he went for almos a full moon as his awesome personality, but then he saved a drowning kit's life, or at least he'd saved it until to late he realized his personality was going to change. It had and the kit, sad to say, was never seen nor heard of again from any of the clan cats, though Redemption knew where a certian pile of small bones where hidden.
The next time Redemption saw a kit in need of help in his awesome personality he saved it set it somewhere safe and ran away. This time he thought he'd really saved the kit, but no he still remembered where he set the kit down in his other personality as well and as they switched and he skidded to a stop, a cruel smile crossed his face, he would feast on fresh kit today and he knew it. It didn't take long for him to turn around and run back. The kit had left but was easy enough to track and hadn't even gone very far and not even in the direction of her camp. Seizing the opportunity Redemption pinned the kit and listened happily to it's squeals of pain as he slowly drew his claw down it's face, up and down the lendth of it's body then slit her neck so that she would slowly die from lood loss. Well she would have died slowly from blood loss, if he hadn't eaten her while she was still alive and screaming in mortal agony as she lost parts of her body. This time not even bones where left to posibly be found by someone.
Of course soon after he finished eating his personaliies changed. Redemption felt horrified knowing and remembering clearly what he did. It would have been so much kinder to the kit if he'd just left it quickly die from the fall from the branch that he'd saved it from. He want to throw up but his body wouldn't let him. At least none of the clan cats knew it was him killing, and eating, their missing kits. Or at least they didn't until his other personality did it to an brand new apprentice right in front of the young girl's mentor.
Redemption in his awesome personality had decided that mabey if he just didn't save anyone's life that he wouldn't change to his other self. So he had dared to take a walk with his only old friend, his father, and his little half sister who had been made her father's apprentice. His father told him that shortly after he left the clan that his mother had died. Seeing how hurt it made his father Redemption tried to cheer him up with stories of how his Mom used to be so silly to his father. Unfortunatly it worked and Redemption suddenly stopped in his tracks and whispered, "Run", he felt his other self coming. His father didn't understand why they should run though and though he'd heard his son wrong asking him what had he said.
If cats could cry Redemption would have been and at his fathers question he yowled, "Run away from me!" In a pained but choked voice. His father though had said nonscence and that nothing about him was in anyway bad, that he'd gotten much better growing up. By the time he finished Redemption's personalities had changed once again. "Oh yes, father you're right." he said walking once again slowly with his only kinwaiting for the perfect moment when his father let all of his guard down and when Honeypaw was far enough ahead not to notice. The moment didn't take long to come and a grunt escaped his father's mouth as the air was knocked out of him, him pinned to the ground by his only son.
Redemption had learned a good thing or to about paralyzing others temporarily, lasting only for a few hours, but long enough for him to do what he wanted. Leaning down his whispere into his father's ear, "You should have listened to my other self, now you'll watch my half sister... well I'll let you have a moment to imagine what I'll do to her." Leaning down discreetly he gently bit a sensitive point on the shoulder then neck, both would have been very painful but neighther allowed his father to move for at least an hour. Honeypaw wondering what was taking so long came back gust in time to see redemption standing over their father's still body, he told her that "father tripped, hit a stone, got stunned pretty well come see." He pointed his tail to where a rock might have been hidded right under their father's head but when she drew close to look redemption stunned her as well, only in a way that would let her still scream. He went much slower on his sister than he had even on the second kit, he slowly shredded her ear with one claw making it into tiny ribbons before moving to the next. Then came her nose he covered it in so many scratches each placed agonizingly slowly so that her nose looked like just a pool of bood on her face. He left her eyes and mouth intacts, so that she could see what he did to her and scream. Next he moved down slowly slicing tiny harmless but very painful scratches into her underbelly. Finally he grew bored and hungry. He turned to his father eyes cold with joy in his sister's pain. "Now father comes the best part, keep a close eye. I'll make her disappear!" Of course his father, stunned as he was had no chioice but to watch unable to even widen or close his eyes as Redemption first started to lick at Honeypaw's tail as she watched him with her wide eyes, terrafied of what he might do to her now, though her father had already realized it from his words.
Slowly Redemption made his licks be felt as a lttle feircer then slowly he bit of the tip of her tail as she screamed louder then ever before. Swallowing the first bite of his sister and dinner, He looked down at her with mock misery, "What you don't like being food?" he smiled melevolently, "too bad my little fresh eat, scince you won't be fresh kill until just a little while before I'm done eating." she whimpered both in pain and fear but he didn't care. He moved back down to her tail and slowly bite by bite, scream by scream she was indeed disappearing. Her screams grew weaker as she lost more and more blood and parts of her body. Soon she only her body and her head, here he ate her faster so that before she died she'd be able to see the last of her being eaten. She screamed almost loud enough to be heard at camp, but almost wasn't enough and as he hit her chest and swallowed her heart she had already died. He turned once again to his father who glared at him with unsheadably teary eyes and an angry frown as his perilization was wearing of."It's too bad they don't last until you eat their head's I'd love to hear them scream as they saw themselves going down!" his father almost had use of his mouth again before his son said that and afterwards he was able to speak.
"You're no son of mine, and you have no chance at redemption! You are Foresaken!" his father yelled at him. Redemption only looked flattered, "Thanks for the name pops, it's a lot better one then my goody good personality came up with for us." His father only then realizing that his son had become one with two entirely diffrent personalities turned a could eye to Redemption, "Get out of here, next time I see you I'll kill you." Redemption though was already starting to change back to his other personality and as he finished switching he fell not bothering tos ften his fall as his knees hit the ground hard. "Why? Why? Why!!!!" he asked throwing his head back and cursing Starclan, "Why did you make me this way!?!" His father saw the change in personalities easily enough and comforted his true son but knew he'd have to keep to his words to protect his clan, "Please just don't come back, Redemption, or I'll have to kill you, Forsaken and all."
Redemption had left, but soon his other self came back, to challenge his father the next chance he got. He found his father and as they fought Redemption felt his good side trying to escape the entire time. near the end of the battle just as he pinned his father and was about to kill him he cursed, as he felt himself about to change, he leaned down and bit into his father's neck but just then his awesome personality came out. Redemption pulled his fangs, horrified, from his father's neck. He had run from the territory again, there fore loosing his first battle.
The second time he lost a battle was to a rouge she-cat for exactly the smae reasons. Redemption's aweful personality has really taken to liking the name he got from his father, who he killed a few moons ago, discovering that the taste of all of your flesh and blood tastse the best, and has taken to calling himself by it, Forsaken, as have many other cats started calling him. Redemption's awesome personality is trapt with no way of escaping his other self and he feels that trap around his neck.
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Ah I have to continue it to a new post. XD It's too big!
Wow. *falls over*