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Post by Nickysaurus on Nov 16, 2009 20:23:01 GMT -5
Name: Ringo
Gender: Tom
Clan: None
Rank: Loner/Rogue
Age: 29 Moons
Personality:
Ringo is fun-loving and power-hungry. He loves showing off his strength, proving his worth and going up against other cats head-to-head. Just because he isn’t warrior-born doesn’t mean he can’t kill. He’s sick of all these know-it-all Clan cats telling him that he isn’t good enough. They think they’re noble? No, they’re stuck up, just because of the blood that runs through their veins. Blood that would look better on the ground.
Ringo is spiteful and vindictive, willing to do anything for a good time. He’s not completely heartless, though. For example, he wouldn’t harm a kit no matter what Clan it was from, ‘cause it was just a kit. He also knows that if he touched one hair on that hypothetical kit’s head, Faye would probably kill him (Faye has family issues). Ringo has a sense of humor and likes to lighten the mood. He’s not as witty or nearly as intelligent as his peers, but he definitely has his moments. He’s mostly the brawn of the operation.
Appearance: Ringo is a little larger than Faye in size, but not by much. He doesn’t look like anything special, but he’s got an insane amount of skill packed into that body. His legs are strong, his claws are like stone, and his jaws are like the tree-eaters that sweep through Tallpines every season. He’s a killing machine.
History:
Ringo grew up around the Horseplace, playing around with his brothers and sister. They were all sold. His father caught rabies from a rat, and he was taken away to the Cutter and Ringo never really heard from him again. Ringo was the kitten that nobody wanted, so he roamed the farm for most of his life, always talked down at by those idiot warrior cats. He never did anything to them, anyway. When Faye came alone, so did adventure, and the chance to make his life worth living.
RP example: N/A
Anything else:
Ringo is…a cat. O.0 [].
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