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Post by Nickysaurus on Nov 16, 2009 20:12:42 GMT -5
Name: Faye
Gender: Tom
Clan: None
Rank: Loner/Rogue
Age: 27 Moons
Personality: Faye is calm and easygoing. He’s a genius, and he isn’t weighed down by emotions or his heart. He isn’t evil or brutish by nature, but he’s got a mean streak a mile wide. He’s articulate and speaks the truth, no matter how blunt it is. He isn’t quite the manipulative artist, but he’s witty and uses his words like they’re an art. He’s a trickster and a thief, out for himself and no one else.
Appearance: Faye is a small gray tabby tom, rippled with lighter gray-browns across his body. His eyes are a heavy hazel, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. He’s small and wiry, but don’t let that fool you. He’s the fastest cat on this side of the territories. He has nimble feet and a medium-length tail, perfect for balancing a cat his size.
History:
Faye grew up in a twolegplace, as a kittypet. It was cluttered and obnoxious, and the Twoleg kits always bothered him. He was never fed and almost never allowed indoors, so he didn’t benefit from the cushy life that most kittypets lead. He didn’t even own a collar. So one day, he took off and ended up down the road a ways. He found a farm and met his closest comrade, Ringo, and they decided to tag along for some hostile forest takeover to prove themselves worthy of forest life. Faye needs to know that he’s strong enough.
RP example: N/A
Anything else:
Faye had a mate once, but she died during birth. She was a sweet little kittypet living near the forest, and she didn’t stand a chance. None of the kits made it. It turned Faye bitter.
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