Post by Flame on Nov 3, 2005 5:19:53 GMT -5
Name: Ensom
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Loner (if possible?)
Gender: Tom
Position: *scratch*
Power: Transformation (Not shape, color. Like a chameleon)
Apperance:
Personality: He has that 'raises eyebrow' kind of personality. He often goes patroling the areas for any news at all, so he usually is one of the first to know what the heck is going on. He is the cat that walks by himself, and thereof can only tolerate other cats for short spanses of time. He tries to memorize the looks and feels of a land's layout before he tries to acomplish anything there. However, he enjoys sneaking up on the others and startling them.
History: He was once a cat of Virtue, but by his own means of transformation, he escaped and turned otherwise. Not that he didn't like the bunch, he just wanted his lonesome. Ever since then, he spends his time memorizing lands and making maps of them.
IC:There was no sound of paws, nor tail against leaves. He was there, but no one could see him. He was almost one with the bark that he pressed himself against, and when he fianlly moved, he pelt went from a bark brown to a yellow-green to match the plants on the woody floor. The mice didn't see him, hear him, smell him- but in moments time- the mouse felt him, but by then it was far to late...
Password: *Looks at rules* That one!
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Loner (if possible?)
Gender: Tom
Position: *scratch*
Power: Transformation (Not shape, color. Like a chameleon)
Apperance:
Personality: He has that 'raises eyebrow' kind of personality. He often goes patroling the areas for any news at all, so he usually is one of the first to know what the heck is going on. He is the cat that walks by himself, and thereof can only tolerate other cats for short spanses of time. He tries to memorize the looks and feels of a land's layout before he tries to acomplish anything there. However, he enjoys sneaking up on the others and startling them.
History: He was once a cat of Virtue, but by his own means of transformation, he escaped and turned otherwise. Not that he didn't like the bunch, he just wanted his lonesome. Ever since then, he spends his time memorizing lands and making maps of them.
IC:There was no sound of paws, nor tail against leaves. He was there, but no one could see him. He was almost one with the bark that he pressed himself against, and when he fianlly moved, he pelt went from a bark brown to a yellow-green to match the plants on the woody floor. The mice didn't see him, hear him, smell him- but in moments time- the mouse felt him, but by then it was far to late...
Password: *Looks at rules* That one!
