Post by Ginger on Feb 21, 2020 23:53:44 GMT -5
Name: Alderfrost
Age: 52
Gender: tom
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
The first thing anyone would notice about Alderfrost is sheer mass. He stands taller than most other cats, and his wide shoulders make him take up even more space. Even as a kit, he was born large, being the reason he was named Alderkit. Thick and long legs are covered in scars to the point where it looks like he walked through a sea of thorns and claws. However, despite his legs being covered in scars (and a fair portion of his shoulders as well), Alderfrost is a surprisingly handsome tom. Structured cheekbones paired with his intense gaze from his grey eyes speckled with fire are enough to convince anyone that Alderfrost is attractive. And he knows it.
He has no need for stealth. Alderfrost's heavy footfalls can be heard from quite a distance, and he likes to view those heavy footfalls as a threat to all those who are within earshot. And, of course, very many are in earshot. He has no need for stealth when hunting -- Alderfrost challenges the aggressive raptors that dare to make a pass at him, bringing back notoriously large kills (but not very often).
Description Summary: A towering brown and muscular tom with piercing grey eyes and scars covering his legs.
Personality:
- Apathetic
Coming across a dying animal, Alderfrost feels nothing. No desire to end its suffering, but also no desire to make it suffer. He simply bides his time and waits for it to die of its own accord. When coming across a kit squealing for its mother, Alder is more likely to feel a prick of annoyance than a sense of concern.
+ Calculated
The best way to get what you want is to watch and wait. Or, at least, that is how Alderfrost views it. He never makes a move without carefully thinking it through, never speaks without knowing exactly where he wants the conversation to go, and never strikes without fully gauging the opponent. Alderfrost likes to make sure he knows every detail he can about a situation or cat before approaching.
+/- Fearless
Nothing scares Alderfrost. Rather, things that scare others tend to intrigue Alderfrost all the more. While this is a good trait to an extent, it also means that Alderfrost is likely to throw himself into scenarios that are far too perilous for him. There's a reason his body is covered in scars.
+Possessive
Once Alderfrost has decided something is his, he is not one to share. He can be rather vicious when it comes to that.
- Xenophobic
StoneClan has faced lots of suffering at the hands of other clans. Alderfrost will never trust any clan but StoneClan. He is incredibly against half-clan kits, and he absolutely loathes the idea of letting anyone into the clan besides those who were born into it of true StoneClan blood.
History:
Alderkit was born in a litter of three, and was the largest of the bunch (but not by much). His brother, Jaggedkit, was the smallest of the three, and his sister, Cliffkit, stood nearly as tall as Alderkit himself. From the beginning, the three kits were always loyal to their doting mother, Rocktooth, who had lost both her parents in the war against the notorious StormClan. Every single day, Rocktooth would tell her offspring terrible stories of the brutalities of StormClan. Eventually, her tall tales attacked not only StormClan, but every other clan as well. Because of these constant stories, the three siblings grew up with a natural...apprehension...for the other clans.
But for Alderkit, it was so much more.
Upon becoming an apprentice, Alderpaw began to grow into his hatred of the other clans. To this day, he can still recall the first time he ever smelled the borders of those "disgusting traitorous" clans. However, Alderpaw had a mentor who often would preach peace despite having fought in the war. Alderpaw viewed him as weak, but learned to outwardly control his disgust for the other clans. His exterior became cool, and his every movement became calculated. But under that thick layer, his hatred writhed and grew.
Alderpaw found himself challenging everything that moved to a fight. Whether it be "friendly sparring" in which he "forgot" that claws were supposed to be sheathed, a huge raptor in the sky that cawed menacingly at him, or even his siblings saying things he didn't agree with, Alderpaw always found a way to fight. And he was no natural. Because of his size, he always took the most hits in a fight, accumulating multitudes of scars along his legs, side, and chest. But because of his size, he rarely lost.
As he and his siblings grew up, Alderpaw became skeptical of their feelings towards other clans. Had they grown to hate outsiders just as much as he had? Or had their mentors doused those flames, making them weak?
It was not long after that when Alderpaw came across Jaggedpaw in a moment of fury, and the two toms bonded over the fact that they still shared similar feelings towards other clans. The two toms slowly began to get closer and closer, until they talked only to each other and to their mother. If no one had known, they would assume that Cliffpaw was not even part of the family. She would have to earn her way in.
Alderpaw and Jaggedpaw swore that their apprehension towards other clans stemmed from a desire to keep StoneClan safe. That they would kill any trespasser to protect StoneClanners from harm. Or would they just kill trespassers in some sick act of revenge?
After Alderpaw's mother died a peaceful (yet cranky) death in the Elder's Den, Alderpaw lost one of his two closest confidants. He grew more distant, only speaking to Jaggedpaw. His mysterious air soon caught the attention of the rest of the clan, and the few times he spoke to others, it was taken as incredibly wise. Surely one who talks so infrequently is one who is incredibly wise?
His icy demeanor eventually earned him the named Alderfrost. His siblings earned their warrior names alongside him: Cliffshadow and Jaggedroot.
After he became a warrior, Alderfrost bid his time. Honing his skills alongside his brother. Letting whispers move around the clan of hatred and prejudice. StoneClan deserved to rule the valley after what the other clans had done to it, and one day he would be part of the great rockslide that would crush the foundations of the other clans.
Other: Like Gaston but more cold
Age: 52
Gender: tom
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
The first thing anyone would notice about Alderfrost is sheer mass. He stands taller than most other cats, and his wide shoulders make him take up even more space. Even as a kit, he was born large, being the reason he was named Alderkit. Thick and long legs are covered in scars to the point where it looks like he walked through a sea of thorns and claws. However, despite his legs being covered in scars (and a fair portion of his shoulders as well), Alderfrost is a surprisingly handsome tom. Structured cheekbones paired with his intense gaze from his grey eyes speckled with fire are enough to convince anyone that Alderfrost is attractive. And he knows it.
He has no need for stealth. Alderfrost's heavy footfalls can be heard from quite a distance, and he likes to view those heavy footfalls as a threat to all those who are within earshot. And, of course, very many are in earshot. He has no need for stealth when hunting -- Alderfrost challenges the aggressive raptors that dare to make a pass at him, bringing back notoriously large kills (but not very often).
Description Summary: A towering brown and muscular tom with piercing grey eyes and scars covering his legs.
Personality:
- Apathetic
Coming across a dying animal, Alderfrost feels nothing. No desire to end its suffering, but also no desire to make it suffer. He simply bides his time and waits for it to die of its own accord. When coming across a kit squealing for its mother, Alder is more likely to feel a prick of annoyance than a sense of concern.
+ Calculated
The best way to get what you want is to watch and wait. Or, at least, that is how Alderfrost views it. He never makes a move without carefully thinking it through, never speaks without knowing exactly where he wants the conversation to go, and never strikes without fully gauging the opponent. Alderfrost likes to make sure he knows every detail he can about a situation or cat before approaching.
+/- Fearless
Nothing scares Alderfrost. Rather, things that scare others tend to intrigue Alderfrost all the more. While this is a good trait to an extent, it also means that Alderfrost is likely to throw himself into scenarios that are far too perilous for him. There's a reason his body is covered in scars.
+Possessive
Once Alderfrost has decided something is his, he is not one to share. He can be rather vicious when it comes to that.
- Xenophobic
StoneClan has faced lots of suffering at the hands of other clans. Alderfrost will never trust any clan but StoneClan. He is incredibly against half-clan kits, and he absolutely loathes the idea of letting anyone into the clan besides those who were born into it of true StoneClan blood.
History:
Alderkit was born in a litter of three, and was the largest of the bunch (but not by much). His brother, Jaggedkit, was the smallest of the three, and his sister, Cliffkit, stood nearly as tall as Alderkit himself. From the beginning, the three kits were always loyal to their doting mother, Rocktooth, who had lost both her parents in the war against the notorious StormClan. Every single day, Rocktooth would tell her offspring terrible stories of the brutalities of StormClan. Eventually, her tall tales attacked not only StormClan, but every other clan as well. Because of these constant stories, the three siblings grew up with a natural...apprehension...for the other clans.
But for Alderkit, it was so much more.
Upon becoming an apprentice, Alderpaw began to grow into his hatred of the other clans. To this day, he can still recall the first time he ever smelled the borders of those "disgusting traitorous" clans. However, Alderpaw had a mentor who often would preach peace despite having fought in the war. Alderpaw viewed him as weak, but learned to outwardly control his disgust for the other clans. His exterior became cool, and his every movement became calculated. But under that thick layer, his hatred writhed and grew.
Alderpaw found himself challenging everything that moved to a fight. Whether it be "friendly sparring" in which he "forgot" that claws were supposed to be sheathed, a huge raptor in the sky that cawed menacingly at him, or even his siblings saying things he didn't agree with, Alderpaw always found a way to fight. And he was no natural. Because of his size, he always took the most hits in a fight, accumulating multitudes of scars along his legs, side, and chest. But because of his size, he rarely lost.
As he and his siblings grew up, Alderpaw became skeptical of their feelings towards other clans. Had they grown to hate outsiders just as much as he had? Or had their mentors doused those flames, making them weak?
It was not long after that when Alderpaw came across Jaggedpaw in a moment of fury, and the two toms bonded over the fact that they still shared similar feelings towards other clans. The two toms slowly began to get closer and closer, until they talked only to each other and to their mother. If no one had known, they would assume that Cliffpaw was not even part of the family. She would have to earn her way in.
Alderpaw and Jaggedpaw swore that their apprehension towards other clans stemmed from a desire to keep StoneClan safe. That they would kill any trespasser to protect StoneClanners from harm. Or would they just kill trespassers in some sick act of revenge?
After Alderpaw's mother died a peaceful (yet cranky) death in the Elder's Den, Alderpaw lost one of his two closest confidants. He grew more distant, only speaking to Jaggedpaw. His mysterious air soon caught the attention of the rest of the clan, and the few times he spoke to others, it was taken as incredibly wise. Surely one who talks so infrequently is one who is incredibly wise?
His icy demeanor eventually earned him the named Alderfrost. His siblings earned their warrior names alongside him: Cliffshadow and Jaggedroot.
After he became a warrior, Alderfrost bid his time. Honing his skills alongside his brother. Letting whispers move around the clan of hatred and prejudice. StoneClan deserved to rule the valley after what the other clans had done to it, and one day he would be part of the great rockslide that would crush the foundations of the other clans.
Other: Like Gaston but more cold