Post by spade ♠ on Aug 30, 2010 21:20:43 GMT -5
Stone that rumbles like thunder.
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, I'm wanted dead or alive!.
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, I'm wanted dead or alive!.
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4 Years
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Tribe of the Rising Sun
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Captain - Hunter
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Very cougar like in appearance as well as coloring with a pair of kudu horns spiraling from his skull, wing that were broad yet tapered in a resemblance of an osprey's wing and eyes of opal fire.
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Visual 1, Visual 2, Visual 3, Horns, Eyes
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Layers, it was all about layers. Which face, which mask would he gift the world today? Would it be the captain of the warriors? That cold faced visage whose ridged demeanor and harsh take no prisoners, leave none to whisper of his passing attitude lent him a reputation for brutality. He was a truly merciless killer. On the battlefield at least. As we mentioned before there are layers to this creature, those that know him personally, his comrade's, his friends know that he is a beast apart. Strutting through life at his own pace with a sharp intelligence and a slightly morbid sense of humor. His voice rarely broke free of it's confines, having long ago learned the uselessness of words, rather now he only to spoke when he truly had something to say. A true cowboy to the core of his beliefs he's the perfect gentleman around the ladies of his Tribe. Not out of any particular feelings toward the female, rather it was the manners his mother had drilled into him since kitten hood. With a strict code of honor he walks through life with a pride, and subtle confidence, never to be mistaken for arrogance.
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His past, what he as, where he came from, who'd he had once been were nothing more then an enigma to those within his Tribe, not to mention those that lay outside the Tribes circle of trust.
A third generation Nomad, Stone was expected to be no different then those that had gone before him. His mother, a true lady, taught him early on the difference between right and wrong, betrayal and loyalty. She was a light that shone bright in the harsh realities of survival, showing him that it was alright to simply enjoy the gifts of life. His father was quite the opposite, harsh and unbending to everyone except his beloved mate. Stone learned discipline and how to work hard for what you wanted from the moment he was able to walk quickly enough to keep up with the long purposeful strides of his father.
For two years he lived along side his mother and father, helping her raise another littler of kittens within that short span of time. But as with all things good and pure eventually the taint of darkness would creep within to cloud what was once clear. In this case it came in the form of four muscular limbs, sweet beguiling eyes of green, and a smile that sent his heart thundering. Into their midst a snake slipped in the form of a beautiful feline.
It was love at first site, or so Stonethunder thought, she led him along believing that she to felt the same. With dark intent she drove a wedge between father and son with words and actions, tearing the small family asunder. In the end she took his mothers life, drowning her in the nearby creek, his father fell into her seductive web as he sought some consolation for the death of his beloved mate. The kittens, his younger siblings fell beneath her claws and raging fangs. It was amid their lifeless shredded bodies that he found her, having returned from a hunting exploit that would have fed them for the entirety of the week.
In that moment his heart froze, in the space of a breath his entire world was changed and shattered, because of a females dark twisted mind. In that second where sanity turned to insanity he swore never to allow another female get so close. When next conciseness found the beast the females body was nothing but ribbons of flesh and fur waving like some morbid bush in the waters of the stream that claimed his mothers life.
For a half a year he wandered before eventually joining the ranks of the Rising Sun, quickly excelling to the captain position. Even as the darkness and guilt of his past pressed in on the silent cat, giving him an untouchable mystery that was almost alluring in the way it draped across his strong shoulders.
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