Post by Zexion on Oct 28, 2010 19:26:06 GMT -6
Name: Zexion (Pronounced Zee-she-ohn)
Age: 27 Moons old
Gender: Tom
Gang: Claw Gang
Rank: Head Alpha
Relations:
Father - Xion (Pronounced She-ohn), former Head Alpha of Claw Gang [Deceased]
Mother - Sacrifice, Loner
Sister - Breeze, Loner
Appearance:
Zexion has a midnight-black fuzzy pelt (that sticks out in all directions) and has bright blue eyes. He's larger than an average cat, and his toned smooth muscles are easy to see under his fur. He has big shiny sharp metal claws and a chain (choker) collar. His whole body is covered in battle scars, so most tend not to get near him.
Personality:
Zexion will come out to be very all-around mysterious tom. He's normally quiet and reserved around the other Alphas. He's never been much of a talker -the only cats to talk to are the ones that like and enjoy killing. Zexion has always been quite the thoughtful cat, and will think deeply on certain subjects, and will analyze cats actions and personalities to get to know them.
As far his whole situation, he takes the Gangs as a "Killing for a Living" perspective. He can't escape, and isn't ready for death, so he continues to do what he does best, and that's taking lives. He tries to deny that he actually doesn't enjoy is lifestyle... but sometimes, it's easy to deceive yourself.
History:
Zexion was the "lucky kit-of choice" according to his father, who took him to the Gangs as soon as he was old enough to eat solid food. He vaguely remembers his short life in the lush green forest, and sometimes dreams about catching a mouse or two -something he can't do now thanks to the tingling of his collar.
His life from kit to apprentice age was rough -it was a time off hard training where he was put to fight with cats much older and more experienced with him. The one day Twolegs picked him up, and rushed him to the Cutter's where he awoke with new steel claws. After his paws healed he has been fighting ever since, and easily climbed his way up to the rank of the Alphas with his father -the Head Alpha of the time.
But then, one fateful fight, Zexion was put against Xion in a Father vs Son fight. It was unexpected, and that night was the night that Zexion took rule of Claw Gang. Now he strives to make the members of Claw Gang to have a happier way of life... but sometimes evil can't always be triumphed over.
Roleplay Example:
The others were fooling around -some had killed some Omegas and kits, and were either clawing them into a pulp, or eating them. The smell, sight, and sound didn't bother me. I grew up with these things. But I didn't participate in with the 'fun'. I had already ate, and I felt no joy in taking lives it didn't ensure that it would save my own. I looked around me, and saw it was the perfect time to just merely slip away. So I did so, heading out the back entrance. The Twolegs wouldn't notice -they'd be gone by now anyways.
I slipped out to be greeted by the calm smells of the forest, and the twinkle of the stars. I relaxed, knowing that no cat could pose a threat or question me now -not after I had killed my father, Xion, in that last battle. I had never wanted his throne as Head Alpha, but that came to me as birthright and respect. My life had improved a bit since then, but the killing still went on, and I still had to participate in fights. I found a place to sit, and looked down at my claws. They were clean now, but they had been covered in blood before. I hated them, actually. It made me a freak in the real world, in here I was accepted in the worse twisted way. I was accepted as a murderer.
Picture:
Zexion-
His Collar-
Age: 27 Moons old
Gender: Tom
Gang: Claw Gang
Rank: Head Alpha
Relations:
Father - Xion (Pronounced She-ohn), former Head Alpha of Claw Gang [Deceased]
Mother - Sacrifice, Loner
Sister - Breeze, Loner
Appearance:
Zexion has a midnight-black fuzzy pelt (that sticks out in all directions) and has bright blue eyes. He's larger than an average cat, and his toned smooth muscles are easy to see under his fur. He has big shiny sharp metal claws and a chain (choker) collar. His whole body is covered in battle scars, so most tend not to get near him.
Personality:
Zexion will come out to be very all-around mysterious tom. He's normally quiet and reserved around the other Alphas. He's never been much of a talker -the only cats to talk to are the ones that like and enjoy killing. Zexion has always been quite the thoughtful cat, and will think deeply on certain subjects, and will analyze cats actions and personalities to get to know them.
As far his whole situation, he takes the Gangs as a "Killing for a Living" perspective. He can't escape, and isn't ready for death, so he continues to do what he does best, and that's taking lives. He tries to deny that he actually doesn't enjoy is lifestyle... but sometimes, it's easy to deceive yourself.
History:
Zexion was the "lucky kit-of choice" according to his father, who took him to the Gangs as soon as he was old enough to eat solid food. He vaguely remembers his short life in the lush green forest, and sometimes dreams about catching a mouse or two -something he can't do now thanks to the tingling of his collar.
His life from kit to apprentice age was rough -it was a time off hard training where he was put to fight with cats much older and more experienced with him. The one day Twolegs picked him up, and rushed him to the Cutter's where he awoke with new steel claws. After his paws healed he has been fighting ever since, and easily climbed his way up to the rank of the Alphas with his father -the Head Alpha of the time.
But then, one fateful fight, Zexion was put against Xion in a Father vs Son fight. It was unexpected, and that night was the night that Zexion took rule of Claw Gang. Now he strives to make the members of Claw Gang to have a happier way of life... but sometimes evil can't always be triumphed over.
Roleplay Example:
The others were fooling around -some had killed some Omegas and kits, and were either clawing them into a pulp, or eating them. The smell, sight, and sound didn't bother me. I grew up with these things. But I didn't participate in with the 'fun'. I had already ate, and I felt no joy in taking lives it didn't ensure that it would save my own. I looked around me, and saw it was the perfect time to just merely slip away. So I did so, heading out the back entrance. The Twolegs wouldn't notice -they'd be gone by now anyways.
I slipped out to be greeted by the calm smells of the forest, and the twinkle of the stars. I relaxed, knowing that no cat could pose a threat or question me now -not after I had killed my father, Xion, in that last battle. I had never wanted his throne as Head Alpha, but that came to me as birthright and respect. My life had improved a bit since then, but the killing still went on, and I still had to participate in fights. I found a place to sit, and looked down at my claws. They were clean now, but they had been covered in blood before. I hated them, actually. It made me a freak in the real world, in here I was accepted in the worse twisted way. I was accepted as a murderer.
Picture:
Zexion-
His Collar-