Post by dacre raphael lethe on Nov 22, 2010 19:15:09 GMT -5
♪We've seen this all before, but maybe what's left isn't what's born♪
the C H A R A C T E R
Name: Dacre Raphael Lethe
Pronounced: (Dah-Cray)(Rah-Fai-el) (Lay-th)
Age: 16
Race: Valére
Sub-Race: Jengu
Eye Color: mostly brown, occasionally green
Hair Color: chocolate colored
Physical Description:Dacre is about five feet eleven inches tall. He has a strong stature and toned muscles from training with his family. His hair is about mid head length, falling flat against his head. It has a chocolate color with some lighter shades of brown mixed within. His arms are engorged with muscle that isn't exactly all there and his skin is a light copper color, touched with sunlight. He typically wears a pair of jeans or other variety of pants, generally tight against the legs and rear. His shirt is always a varying color but almost always a button up of bright colors or a simple black tee. He wears his ocean blue pendant around his neck on a hemp chain. Dacre's voice is high but deep, with a smooth edge to it.
Personality: Dacre is very outgoing and highly bubbly. He loves to analyze people and takes pride in his analyses. He enjoys long conversations and keeping people happy as well. Dacre cares a lot for his friends and family. Messing with them is a way to get into his head and have his inner demons get inside of your body, painfully. Some of his favorite things to do are to skip rocks along the rivers, staring at the stars at night and hanging out with the other two Pendants. The three of them are all cousins, distantly related, and best friends.
History: Dacre was born to Vivien Diona Lethe, which means The lady of the lake, from the sacred spring of the river of oblivion. She was the Pendant before him, as all first borns of the Direct Line are. The Direct line is the lineage that goes direct back to the first Jengu. He grew up with his family, aunts and uncles and cousins and all and learning the ways of the Pendant. At a young age he showed a strong proficiency in Water Manipulation. Dacre was only about eight years old when he conjured the water from the lake and put out a small stove fire. Of course, he ruined his aunt's painting at the time.
By his teenage years, Dacre was very responsible and strong in his abilities. He chose the form of a narwhal. His animal form is about 13 feet long and with a particuarly dense horn. He practices almost daily on accuracy with his fighting abilities, as both human and narwhal.
RP Sample:
Cats of all Clans each had a different reaction the revelation of the prophecy he had heard nearly a moon ago. His speaking with Kitsunestar had left him with no choice. It was StarClan's paws that guided him along whichever he turned to. The midnight air crackled with tension and it felt as if at any moment StarClan would step in, as with many other gatherings. Nightstar did what he felt was right at almost all times. It was rare when he felt remorse for the past, since it was usually what he felt right. His emerald eyes latched onto Chillstripe's own eyes. Anger flashed in those green pools. "If that is true, then what of Firestar and all of his kin, whose blood runs through ShadowClan? He was the greatest leader of the all Clans and led the Clans to their complete glory. Your mind is closed to the truth of the world StarClan has left us to walk upon," he said, coldly turning from the she-cat.
As soon as he spoke, he heard Tanglestar's words, resounding almost immediately after his own. There was nothing but personal and public conflicts within this Gathering when what should have been there was order. Each leader should have grabbed their Clans and forced them into submission, as any strong leader does.Hearing Tanglestar's words to her own daughter Nightstar thought of his relationships with Appleleaf and Aspentwist. He had never spoken to his daughters in that manner. Of course he would wish happiness on his children, for he had experienced the hardships of watching his mother wander alone and then leaving him in BloodClan alone. It was a horrible feeling, yet he was sure in this moment that Tanglestar had experienced and so would, a fate much worse. Her very words in this next moment so proved it. She had forsaken StarClan.It was pure insanity. Nightstar shook himself and a whimper left his lips. It took his entire heart to keep from crying at the helplessness of many cats, yet Tanglestar's independence would create a new sect of life in many.
Tanglestar's words broke tears into his eyes and Nightstar sighed. "I promise Tanglestar that I will not let the legacy of ShadowClan fall, even if I have to leave WindClan to do it. But please, do not go on a self-righteous quest. We can do this together and fight the right fight..." He knew Tanglestar cared immensely. But immediately after speaking these words, Tanglestar's demeanor changed and the black tom looked to his look-a-like with compassion, following up close beside her. His eyes darted to Mossstar who would seem lifeless to those around him, but he felt something different inside of his heart. "Are you alright," he whispered to Tanglestar, a grim smile on his face.
The time it took for things to seem to settle on their own seemed an eternity but after a mere moment of silent whispers things seemed to be remedied within the congregation once more. But as Nightstar viewed it to be the time of peace, he had forgotten of the soon to be arrival of Kitsunestar. She popped in at the most unexpected, yet most needed, times as she always had. His green eyes seemed to both smile and frown as she entered his vision. So many wrong doings on his part had led them to where they were today. The tom unsheathed his claws and dug into the ground to keep himself calm. As she spoke, he stifled his chuckles, hopeful no other cats would attempt to harm the loner. Nightstar could hear her murmuring to herself and even caught the names of the cats of the past, those who were closest to her, and yet so far away now.
The ground beneath Nightstar seemed to shake a bit with the anticipation of his own mind and heart. Her scent filled his nostrils and he took a deep breath, waiting for her to get her speech done with. It was deserved to all who must bear witness to it. Nightstar knew her words would be harsh, as they always were when she was angry. But that did not mean he had forgotten her capacity for compassion. He almost felt sorry for Chillstripe, whom had been arguing with him mere minutes ago. Her words made the tom smile instinctively. "Of course I haven't. You are part of my very image today," he mewed respectively. But just as he finished speaking, his stance faltered and he fell backwards. Yep. She's the same, he thought, his head screaming at the amount of force NOT being used to hit him again. Nightstar smirked at her. "And it still managed to hurt worse than the time before."
Wrinkling his nose, Nightstar twitched. "I know this. But what else could I do? I couldn't come out and scream it to the entire Gathering! StarClan surely would not have wanted it that way would they? I do not think they would," he said, shaking off the residual pain. The black tom stepped back in the line of leaders and listened as Kitsune spoke to Tangle and the entire Gathering.
Nightstar nodded as she spoke. It seemed she had remembered her true name, having said it aloud. She needed no further indication. In fact, if she stayed around, Nightstar was positive that she would be using "30%" of her force to keep him in line quite a bit. "You are right Kitsune... We have all forgotten the past and because of that we have no respect anymore. I will stand and fight for both StarClan as well as WindClan. And I will fight for the legacy of our Clans, to be sure," he announced.
Deep within the forest, past the alcoves of Twoleg nests and the rummaging of the birds, lay the spot where many cats feared entrance to. There was hardly any life left there; the only signs of activity were the workings of dark creatures without the social skills needed to bear kindness. The full moon rose high into the sky, to the point of almost beginning to set. Clouds had not forced themselves onto the white light, an event Crimson had not forseen. Inside of the night, there laid a lust so bloodied that it began to grow uncontained. The leader of BloodClan had not slept in more than a moon and his mind felt light with the expectancy of death in the air. He had hoped that on this evening the gathering would be great; so far his minions had yet to return.
The black tabby paced within the alleyway of BloodClan's heart. His impatience grew heavier with each massive step he took. "Tanglestar!" His words left his lips in a snarl. "That piteous cat shall writhe under my grip!" His mouth turned up in a delectable smile. How he longed to taste the she-cat's life force. The tom had bore witness to the workings of each Clan leader. His goal of domination was close to fruition, and yet he was not satisfied. He wanted one cat dead the most. A cat who had once belonged to the ranks of this acursed cirlce. Nightstar. "That cat was never more than a Thorn in my side. All he ever did was show the other cats what NOT to do. I will rip him to shreds!!" Crimson's howls echoed violently throughout the abandoned Twoleg nests, circling within the alleyway.
The tom lifted a paw in the air and threw it against the nearest mass of matter, which happened to be a trash can. His needle-sharp, stalwart claws divided the metal contraption in half. His bloodlust ribbons swirled around him, slicing away at the area. Each ribbon akin to Crimson's eyes; the color of pure blood. His body pulsated with anger and the massive cat, who stood nearly the size of larger dogs, erupted. His entire being became one with the blood lust. Ribbons of red fluid movement covered Crimson, engulfing him in a rage so powerful that he felt himself growing in brain capacity.
The leader of BloodClan had never been much of a thinker, or even much of a calculating cat. Perhaps that was why he had never actually taken control of anything aside from Toxin's place as leader. Toxin had plans. That was why he was able to so powerfully control the circle of BloodClan, as well as fight off intruders and take out leaders such as Icestar. He had once been the deputy of ThunderClan which meant betrayal and self providing power was at his core. Maybe it was that Crimson had always envied Toxin for his mental superiority. But in this moment, his mind increased exponentially. He was able to see beyond the world he lived in, and into the stars, into the shadows and into the light.
It poured into Crimson and filled him with understanding. He understood now how to take down the forest. And now, as he awaited the return of the other cats of BloodClan, he understood even more. Firstly, Smoke would see Crimson, covered in blood lusted ribbons. Since Smoke was the only one taught to see them, it made sense for him to be spoken to alone. There were no alliances in BloodClan, only Crimson's power and the power of those he used. Second, in order to take down the forest, he would have to take down the leaders. But which Clan, he wondered, to start with first? ShadowClan seemed to be the most fitting, or perhaps RiverClan. Crimson wanted to save WindClan for last. Nightstar would watch as the forest crumbled before his very paws and then he would die at the claws of his own. The massive black tabby, with his blood red eyes, laughed maniacally at his prognostication. This would be the future. This was truth.
♪And when the lights go out we'll be nothing like we were before. We'll be dancing in the dark with nothing but a bottle of champagne♪
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