Post by The Gamemaker on Sept 24, 2010 8:32:28 GMT -5
Riddlehawk
"Why can't we just lump all the useless cats together and hope a tree falls on them?"
"Why can't we just lump all the useless cats together and hope a tree falls on them?"
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g e n d e r .
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3 years
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heterosexua;.
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Loner.
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read this.
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A hugenormic shaggy tabby with one gold eye, a lame paw, and a scarred pelt
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Riddlehawk is pretty dang big. That's the first thing you'll notice about the big brute. The second thing you'd notice is the fact he has one eye. Third? His front paw. Or lack thereof anyhow. It's practically just a scarred lump on his front leg. A calloused thingamajig where there should be a paw. That came from a fight he got in when he was younger. He has a shaggy coat, just a brown tabby. Sorta plain. He also has fangs. Not like...normal kitty cat fangs. But sort of like....saber tooth tiger fangs. He's got alot of scars on his pelt, along with three long scratches across his missing eyes place.
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A huge flirt. Honestly, if there's a pretty face within three miles, he'll find it. He'll flirt with guys and girls, gender does not matter to him. He's not very shy at all, coming out and just saying things instead of beating around the bush. But nobody ever said that he's entirely sane did they? No, his mind is clouded, foggy. I would avoid getting on his bad side if I were you. He's got a dark dark sense of humor, but an even darker temper. Occasionally, he'll get lost in his mind whenever he's in one of his rages and he'll simply lash out at whoever's near him. Or he'll just freeze up, start shaking and snap oout of it eventually. Just keep a weathered eye on him, never forget that he's unstable. At times he'll start babbling away about random creatures that don't exist. Like Diricawls, Quintapeds, and Nargrablers. But that's just a single facet of his personality. If you see a crimson ring in his eyes....eye..... then I'd keep your distance. Many have said that this tom is possessed by a creature, but no one has cared to find out. All that anyone knows is that he'll mutter to himself occasionaly when he's like this.....and that his voice changes considerably. It's still...his voice....but it's..rougher and sort of a lady-killer voice. He doesn't answer to Riddlehawk then...he doesn't really answer to anything. Just try and watch your back around him then. He's got a bit of a worse temper and he'll lash out at everything. He deals with his disability as best he can, his limp not even noticeable anymore. But if you let him get ahold of you in a fight, you're done for. He'll grasp you by the scruff and use that lame paw to bash and beat his opponent over the head until they die from a brain contusion, a concussion, internal bleeding, a broken neck, or they simply pass out.
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Riddlehawk never really had a home as a kit. He was born into a normal family. Mother, father, siblings. But his mom died soon after his birth and he was left to be raised by his father. Neither of his parents could tell where Riddlehawk got his size from. One elderly she-cat said maybe he had some kind of birth defect. As the year wore on, Riddlehawk's siblings passed away from various causes; greencough, predators, drowning, murder. Riddlehawk still managed to live. One evening his father and him got into a fight, with Riddlehawk coming out alive...his father not so lucky. Riddlehawk bolted after that, traveling. His mind detiriorated, causing the tom to grow more and more unstable each day with each hour. After a while he met a she-cat with a winning smile and a set of bright eyes. She got clingy, saying things that didn't really make sense to his upside down mind. Suspisions rose in his mind and in a rage, he killed the she-cat, leaving her there in the forest. He bolted again, leaving the area. It seemed wherever he went, he left a trail of carnage behind him....but he grew to love this 'sport' he had begun to play. It amused him. Made him happy. Made him smile. By the time he reached the borders and mountains of the area, he had lost an eye, his paw, and a good deal of his sanity....now just to start anew....
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