Post by ` Syrinx on Sept 5, 2010 16:41:21 GMT -5
Herr Bartholomew
'life is meant to have a little trickery, otherwise how much fun would it be?'
'life is meant to have a little trickery, otherwise how much fun would it be?'
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Tuatha De Danaan
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Demigod of Winter
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A muscular silver Bengal tom with pale green eyes and ram horns.
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Although some things on his appearance may seem a bit random every now and again, everything has its own meaning and seems to have been placed among his appearance from birth to act as a sign, creating him into the type of cat that he would eventually develop. Let's start with his pelt and then move onto the more difficult places to comprehend their meaning. His pelt undercoating is a very sleek, glossy silver tint. The silver that looks like a very shiny white in certain ways, has always helped to blend in easier with the snows of winter. The leopard markings that he bares on top of this silver coat helps to recognize the fact that he is not the most easy feline to approach and that he has some fight in him...even if he didn't hold any other traits to help this piece of imagery out. Then there are those orbs that are called his eyes. They hold a very pale green gaze and some who dare to look into the feline's eyes have connected that they seem to represent that the grass and other natural parts of spring lay in waiting to pop out when winter lets go of its grip, and the same thing with that shade of green. Some cats wonder if one day, that green shade will suddenly become a bright green when a spring awakens in Bartholomew.
So, what else is there to this tom? The last obvious piece of the puzzle of course, those ram horns that sprout of the sides of his head right be his ears. Now Barth has always taken great pride in the way that his horns make him look tougher, even in his younger ears. They have always been his weapon of choice and he likes to use them to intimidate a feline that dares to take him on. To felines that understand who he really is and the power he holds, the horns represent more than his willingness to fight - and his over confidence - but rather show that winter at any point in time, can take a deadly turn for the worst. As long as winter brings the worse of snow, wind, and cold all wrapped up together, no-one can survive it unless the weather allows them to. This rams, and the glint in his eyes at the same time, can often seem to give the same message out. Just as a side note as well, there are a few scars among his being - the easiest to see being those few scratches on his face including one right over his right eye - as well as a torn left ear that adds to this 'dangerous' feel to the tom right off. And yet, everything works well together in the end. Quite a few females have labeled him as 'handsome' over the years though nothing ever works out.
What else could there be? Well, the small details that had better be said in case they are lost in the background. One of such details is the fact that there is one thing amongst his appearance that doesn't fit as well as everything else in showing his true calling and that is his short, thin furred pelt. Although most cats would agree a thicker and longer pelt would do better on the winter demigod, he has to disagree. After all, winter is a tricky time of the year, one that can change its weather in the blink of an eye as well as, if not better, than summer. In this case, Barth knows his odd pelt merely represents the fact that especially in his later years, he's more of a trickster than a lot of cats would ever believe to think: something, out of place if you catch the drift. Plus, he likes how the pelt shows off some of his bigger scars without him having to loose fur to express them. Finally there is the fact that he is a medium sized cat - not too big and not too small - that holds muscle along all four of his legs fir a variety of skills and broad shoulders. "You'd better be careful. Winter and I are one. You annoy me, you annoy one of the most dangerous seasons around. Trust me, you don't want to face the full wrath of winter."
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The cunning trickster. Calm and stable. Easily amused with an easily aroused temper. Those are the traits that make up the one and only, Herr Bartholomew. First off, you should now he was not always like this. At one point he as the complete opposite as you will find out in his history. Now to get back on track. Bartholomew is not a tom you would like to be around too often unless you know exactly what you are for. Because he is one of the felines that won't die easily if at all, then he has found was to amuse himself. Anyone who comes near him he will often play tricks on or at least mess with their mind easily if that is at all possible. The easiest ways for him to do such is with his element or even more likely his favorite way: messing with those saps in love. He doesn't hate love, he just, like with death, has never really understood it. In some ways that has helped him stay out of the trap other demigods have fallen for, but in another way, perhaps it is not a good thing as well.
To be a good trickster, to be able to think with a true cunning mind and to keep your head in what you are doing so that no-one can see past your facade and realize the truth of what is going, you need to stay calm and steady with a blank expression. That is exactly what Barth has allowed himself to do over the many years that he has been around. When he is in the middle of a game, he keeps himself closed off to all the emotions that he could ever gather and pushes them behind a locked section in his mind and keeps them there until his mind games and even the games he plays on a cat's real body. In his way of life, you have no need of feelings and this also keeps him from going insane when his season does take the life of cats. After all, winter is not easy and even when he does not have a role in a cat's suffering, things happen. The worst of winters kill off food needed and that is just a piece of his element. That's just sad truth and he has seen it happen often enough. His element in the test of strength and not even he can stop it from killing off the weak. "After all, it's not like I was chosen for this spot because I was weak. Uiscias choose only her best warriors and I was included in that. The strong survive and the weak die. That's just a part of life."
Now, time to get back on track. Bartholomew also tends to get easily amused and he has a sick sense of humor. He is one of those characters that have a smile on his face when he sees cats who are struggling through life or are depressed about the way things turn out all the time. Some of the tricks he pulls aren't always the best and they can lead to cats getting hurt emotionally and/or physically, but as said, he juts easily gets amused. Part of him knows he does this as a response to the last bit covered on his personality: he's testing the mortals to see who are worthy enough to live longer and weeding out those whose lives are too fragile. Winter is cold, and so is Bartholomew, but he can get very hot when his temper arouses as easily as it does. He gets annoyed when things don't go his way and he does not enjoy cats talking back to him, as if to test him themselves. He can switch back and forth between these two emotions so easily, that he is as unpredictable as his element...probably for the reason that he is his element after all.
Now that we've covered the larger areas of her personality, it's time for the small parts that are not easily seen on the surface. Although he doesn't know what love really is and although lust seems to him like a cheap excuse for love, he does somewhat get affected by lust himself. When he first drank from the water and generations started dying around him, that's when he started to develop this piece. He likes to mess with females and make them think he cares about them but just toss them aside later. "She-cats, they are a lousy excuse for cats in this world. They allow themselves to get driven by their emotions so easily. Their emotions drive their soul and actions and they become blind to everything else that is going on around them. I'm merely...opening their eyes up to the truth. How can I be bad for helping them out in my own way?" It doesn't matter to him who the she-cats are, he just messes with them. The moment a female matches up to his crap will really get him set off balance.
All in all, he is probably not a tom that you would want to meet him in his off days. He can be one to pick up a fight just for the heck of it and he does not pity cats looking to be pitied...he doesn't even pity the cats that don't was to be pitied. He goes along with the flow of life easily, taking what he is given without complaint; that was how he was raised and what he is use to. He is detached from most of his emotions except those of easily aroused anger that he can't always control or the amusement he bares in the simple times of his pranks or even just as they travel through life. He is immune to love for he does not understand what it is just like he has grown immune to with worries of death not just because he his immortal because he has never understood it just like he never understood love and because of that misunderstanding, he often finds himself messing too much with females. That is him, that is Bartholomew. If you have problems with him...I'd advise you not to speak to him directly about them or you might find yourself in a pickle.
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"In the beginning, things were simple you know. They always were, always have been. Things are different back then from the way that cats look to you as well as to the whole world itself. Heck, even the cats are different because they haven't grown into the felines they are destined to be later in life. Sure, some cats stay the way they were as kits all their lives, but some aren't so lucky. In my litter I had a sister, but otherwise we were alone. Yeah sure, there were plenty of other kits with us, but we hardly paid attention to any of them. In our world, there was only the two of us. How foolish I had been back there, to believe that my fate would allow me to be close to anyone. Even as a kit though, I never feared death - if I even understood what it was. The funny thing about then was that my sister died in winter which had always been my favorite season, due to a horrible cold that had struck her body. Although the two of us had been close, I didn't mourn her as some other brothers would have. I didn't understand what death really was and I suppose, I never was meant to.
"Life seemed to go by a blur. You know how things like that happen. You get so caught up in everything you know and the routine that the endless days started to pick up and well, you start to just go along with it in a dream like state. That's what happened to me. I trained hard, got my body sized up for the battles that ensued between the two great sisters. I always fought hard for Uiscias, fought with all my life. I was never afraid to die, just as I had never been struck with grief for my sister. Life and death, they both seemed like the same to me. Life was trickery after all, so it made perfect sense to me that death would be as well. How did I know if my sister was given a new life when her heart stopped beating? All I cared about, was shining in my mistress's eyes and holding her pride in me. Of course there were a few close calls when a wound was almost deadly enough to kill me, but I healed from them all. And I just kept pushing it. I never trusted the warriors of the other army - after all, who would dare trust the enemy?
"The battles kept going and neither side seemed to be winning. I started getting frustrated, but I just sat back and listened to Uiscias's orders, following her every move and trusting her with a life I barely understood I had. It's funny, now that I look back. I was so serious. Never once do I remember smiling or laughing at someone else's expense as I do plenty of times these days. The next thing I knew, getting back to the story, Uiscias was headed off alone. If I had the interest in me, perhaps I would have been one of the few warriors to argue when she wished for no-one to go with her, but as I said, I followed her every word, her every order obediently without even a second thought. I just laid back with all the others that fought on her side of the war, waiting for her return. I could tell some of them were worried, worried that even though she had lived so much longer than any of us that she might die or at least get captured and that we would loose the war. After all, if her dear sister beat us, what might happen to all of us that supported her to the end and that would never allow defeat to cross us? The obvious of course. Probably the same thing that happened to the two losing sister's warriors.
"But she did come back in one piece, but there seemed to be something different in the way she held herself and the look in her eyes. The next thing we knew, she was telling us that the war was finished, there was to be peace between the two armies. That seemed to snap me out of the blur that my life had been traveling at. At that moment, she picked her greatest warriors, myself included obviously, and she told us to accompany her. We all followed her and found ourselves around a pool was water that sparkled with an intensity that I never really understood. The others were there too, the warriors picked out by Morfesa, and in all, there were twenty-three of us. Some by this point were asking the obvious question, 'what in the world is going on?' but I kept my mouth shut. I still played the role of the loyal warrior. It took everything I had not to leap at the felines that we had been taught from birth that we would fight. I just waited for the word as to what was happening.
"Then finally, it came. Morfesa and Uiscias both told all twenty-three of us that we were here to drink the water. Iwas confused for a moment, not sure what they wanted from us, but I did as I was told. From there, you know the rest. When I drank from the water, I became attuned to the traits of Winter or rather, I became winter. The water drained up with the last of us to drank and I knew we would be all there was. There would be no other cats to drink from those waters and gain abilities as we did or to live forever. Part of me knew it was for the best that no-one else would stumble upon the water, but another part of me wondered if it would have been interesting to see the cats that weren't strong enough to deal with never dying off and having a real-life, get stuck in this world; that was the first indication of the tom that would turn into the trickster I have become. But, I knew there were cats like that in my generation that it had already happened to, so I just went along with everything.
"Years went by, the moon rose and fell many times. My season came and went and cats died off in front of our eyes as we stayed for as long as we were permitted in the Tuatha De Danaan. Some of the other demigods I noticed were foolish enough to fall for cats of a generation even though all these cats were far younger than any of us. I, on the other hand, never fell into such a trap, but then again, I could care less when these cats died just as I had barely noticed when my dear sister died. To keep myself sane through the passing tears, to keep myself entertained without the constant thought of battles and wars that I had been wrapped around since I was a kit, I started to become the feline I am now. I flirted with the she-cats and I tricked them into thinking I liked them. But, I never had, I never knew love and they would soon find that out. I did other wonderful trick as well, but those were always my favorite. Until finally, the day a lot of us dreaded came around the corner.
"The Tuatha De Danaan had started to get uneasy about us. We never died and we stayed around them. I knew the day when they got anxious about us and made us leave would eventually come, and it did. As the told us to leave, a huge grin appeared on my face and I left with the others to go into hiding, though I knew that we would always be around. Our elements were strong in the world. We may no longer live in that world, in with the cats that we belong to be with, but I cared not. Winter would still come and go and it would be a force they would always have to reckon. In the end, I would always get my fun: that was the bottom line. It mattered not where I lived or who was near me. Nothing would stop me, just like nothing in my mortal youth could kill me and just like no mortal could ever kill winter."
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