Cardinal | Tom | Rogue Nov 17, 2020 22:35:05 GMT -5
Post by Gemini on Nov 17, 2020 22:35:05 GMT -5
Full Name •
Age • Forty moons.
Gender • Tom.
Sexuality • Undecided.
Appearance Summary • A tall and long, lanky russet tomcat with alluring parakeet-green eyes.
Overall Appearance •
Cardinal is not your average-sized cat, as he is probably one of the largest felines oneself will stumble upon. The behemoth tom stands at thirty inches tall and from head to the tip of his tail, this feline is forty-two inches long. A massive cat he is, and those large paws are a disaster to escape once his weight is upon another. The tom has no prominent muscle, though his stature and solid, his build is defined by his lanky legs and long physique, beautiful, thick red fur covering his embodiment. His original suffix "talon" was earned by his abnormally long claws that he is unable to sheath completely. They are not only long, but fatally sharp as well. Beneath his pelt, he is covered in a few scars but can't be seen beneath his thick fur. He is mostly scarred along his flanks and chest, though beneath his chin are noticeable claw marks from an apprentice moons ago. This herculean tom has no markings, only covered in his vibrant rowan color alongside a small bit of alabaster surrounding his maw and chin, but other than that, no other color is noticeable.
Likes • Murder, blood, enemies, hurting others, improving skills, running, etc.
Dislikes • Failure, being unable to take someone on, happy families, the clans, imbeciles.
Strengths • Fighting, tracking, agility.
Neutral • Climbing, hunting, stamina.
Weaknesses • Nurturing, swimming, leaping.
Fears • Falling in love again.
Other: Bought extreme neurodivergence for Cardinal. (Psychopathy)
Overall Personality •
Cardinal is a very meticulous tomcat, being sure to pay close attention to his surroundings and those amidst him. Anything around him, in general, he must get a good look at. Cardinal enjoys observing and taking notes for himself about others and things. Any information he can gather typically has its importance. He is cautious not to make a mistake by missing anything he might deem important, otherwise mission failed. Cardinal finds himself to be invulnerable, painstaking his missions and ideas or plans precisely and carefully. He isn't immoral, obviously, but more so invulnerable emotionally and mentally. It is very challenging to damage the tom's fractured brain more than what has been done. Cardinal is a systematic feline, doing everything according to plan and in a methodical order he situated before present circumstances. He always assures his plans are thought out accordingly, making wise and cautious decisions. He's clever when it comes to escaping a situation he needs to slip away from. He tries to avoid getting himself into anything he can't handle. With that being said, believe it or not, Cardinal is humble. He is intelligent when it comes to his prey, he is careful with his actions, observing movements and expressions in order to identify possible intentions of another, and then...he strikes, or, he slinks back into the shadows. He doesn't brag on his technique, not approving of huge egos. Sure, Cardinal is confident and can often overestimate his own ability, but it happens more rarely than often that this occurs.
A competitive tomcat, he is. Cardinal will not go down easy in a fight as soon as it's officially settled. He adores and obsesses over a good brawl, unable to restrain himself once the beast is unleashed from his chains. He enjoys using his mass to his advantage, alongside his heavy paws. Having a way with his words, the russet tomcat is hypnotic, easing his way in with a mask of charm and persuasive words. He sways others with his husky, magnetic vocalizations that strike in a comforting yet mysterious way. It may strike curiousness in others, which can be dangerous with commitment. Cardinal's iconoclastic habits are due to his code he follows, or belief when it comes to his prey (aka victims). He murders in the following; kits, father, mother, taking out families one by one. The reasoning for this is explained in his history. Cardinal has gone through a lot, leading him to be the way he is presently. Cardinal is committed to the idea of murder, obsessing over that more than anything else. It fills a satisfaction that he tells others he aches for. Disturbing, that is, he ignores the idea of love, not really having a view on love. Is love even worth it?
Cardinal the envious murderer. The rowan feline is envious of families who are able to grow and live happily. This is considering the tom was never able to enjoy these feelings himself. He is constantly seeking revenge, finding pleasure and no remorse in his activity. The tomcat might appear lonely on the outside, but he is genuinely content with his current life, obsessing over the act of murder. However, deep down, Cardinal misses the idea of love, as it made him feel alive and confident in anything. He felt powerful. Considering Cardinal was raised in a diverse way, he is misguided, taking his beliefs and ruining others' lives with them. His morals aren't pleasant ones, knowing his intentions might appear as a disgrace in the minds of others, but to him, it was a gift and hobby he took on and favored. Yes, a hobby. His murderous habits are something he has found almost impossible to resist, feeling that he might explode or completely lose his sanity if there's no bloodspill. He can barely go a moon without blood staining his pelage, mandibles, or paws. Fortunately, if Cardinal is stalking another to kill, he will step back (reluctantly) from a challenge if he can't compete with the opposing feline. Occasionally, his confidence can stand in the way, often making mistakes. These mistakes are made when he's realized a cat is much stronger than he figured. During these moments, the feeling of panic surges through his blood. Cardinal hates having to run, but will do so for the sake of his life and to continue his murderous habits. His lust for blood has become unbelievable, unwilling to risk his life. Basically, he doesn't want to die so he can keep taking out others' lives. There are times when Cardinal struggles to fight against these urges to kill, but rarely can he compete against what he ached for. Cardinal is someone who obsesses over things that he labels as his. It is a rule that he explains to others if another insists on befriending him, not to touch his belongings. Cardinal is possessive over anything he claims his, as he will gladly go as far as murder, especially if it's a significant other. He has became this way over time of losing his loves, finding the world unfair. He often puts his emotional needs over others, as he can become quick to anger or upset, rarely meeting expectations from others due to his overwhelming neediness. He sure is clingy, but that's because he wants his special other to be safe. In his next relationship, he will grow to become more controlling in order to protect his future lover. Sadism finds its favor in Cardinal, as he's sadistic. He enjoys watching others suffers as he once did, making the death of others as brutal as possible. Cardinal is always sure to cause pain or suffering, psychologically and physically if possible. He enjoys giving others a long-term situation to remember. Much like his father, Cardinal grew to kill what he despised, which was joyous families who thrived. If someone were to fall for the tom, he'd probably be unable to detect this on his own, as the words would need to be bluntly stated. Cardinal barely understands the concept of love anymore, as his love for murder has become too large in his life. After the death of his mate and kits, it might be challenging to steal this tom's heart, but not impossible.
If somehow, Cardinal falls in love again, he is like a different feline. Toward those he truly cares for and loves, he is compassionate, able to understand and sense his significant others' emotions. Anyone who he is able to trust and love, he is careful not to lose them, but if they can't accept his murderous habits, he will gladly take them out as well. His possessiveness often drives others away, but despite that, Cardinal is somehow gallant, providing time for his family and friends, being quite the family man. However, as soon as he can, he is dragged away by what he aches for; murder. He is a good lover. As wild as it seems, Cardinal is unselfish when it comes to his family, wanting to make sure they're the happiest they can be. Due to all his loss, he really is a decent fatherly figure, but that was all taken away from him.
Father • Redriver (deceased, death by Cardinal)
Mother • Appleflight (deceased, death by Cardinal)
Siblings • Mottledstream & Volerunner (deceased, death by illness).
Other • Goose (dead mate), Duck ("unknown" | Son), and Robin (dead daughter)
Overall history •
Cardinal was born into RainClan, previously named Russetkit by his parents, Redriver and Appleflight. His parents were a diverse pair, sticking out amongst the rest. His father, Redriver was a very mysterious, secretive tom whilst Appleflight was a delicate and brittle feline with a good heart. A cold-blood and warm-blooded pair. Russetkit was born alongside Volekit and Mottledkit, who he quickly grew fond toward as his siblings. As soon as his eyes were opening, he was quick to enjoy a quick tussle and roll with his siblings. Volekit, his brother was the one he typically stuck around, considering Mottledkit was always off with other kits. Russetkit was hardly interested in baring a relationship with his siblings, being despondent to the world, almost lost in his feelings.
Around three moons, his father, Redriver had decided to have a harsh talk with the tom, explaining that friendships will be important in the future, as loneliness and misery can come from major independence. The tom's independence was unbearable to witness to his parents, wanting to see their son flourish and become a respectable, dutiful warrior. Russetkit was quick to retort, complaining that he didn't want friends and couldn't see himself making any. Redriver would scowl and occasionally bop him on the crown when no one was around to see. Russetkit wasn't appreciative of his father's actions toward him, wishing he could do more.
Russetkit's kittenhood was not the greatest thing, as his father had to literally knock sense into him. Which didn't entirely work all that well. Friendships wouldn't ever become easy for Russetkit, as he aged. He didn't enjoy the nursery very much, slipping out of it as much as he could, even though it occasionally caused for some scolding when escaping at the wrong times. Redriver would be the one to mostly scold him, leaving a few bruises every now and then. At five moons, Russetkit began to wonder why the other two were never punished, starting to learn what the feeling of anger was.
Russetkit had been excited about his apprenticeship, wondering who his mentor was going to be. The tom wasn't excited, as his kithood had stressed him out beyond belief. Russetkit was renamed Russetpaw in honor of apprenticeship, being assigned to Yewbelly as his mentor. Yewbelly was a battle-scarred she-cat, about fifty moons or so. She was an excellent fighter, excelling in just about anything she learned. Yewbelly was a snarky feline, precise with every task she accomplished. Russetpaw had a feeling his mentor was going to be challenging to please and he certainly wasn't looking toward to attempting to do so. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his mentor, but how hard could it really be? He'd have to find out for himself. After all, his parents wanted him to establish a successful life. But what if that's not what he wanted?
The first day of training wasn't too difficult, as it was just a questionnaire about himself and the rundown of the territory. Yewbelly practiced this for a few days, getting to know her apprentice and making sure he knew the territory well. By the first week, Russetpaw knew the territory as if he's been alive for various moons as a senior warrior. The russet feline was trained to track down Yewbelly within the vast territory within minutes, failing the first few times he attempted. Yewbelly counted everything, taking notes in her mind about her apprentice. Russetpaw was being broken down and he hadn't even known it. Yewberry was intense. Her gaze always sent a shiver down Russetpaw's spine. The tomcat learned how to track quickly, that skill coming naturally to him.
Russetpaw's next focuses were agility and stamina. Yewbelly was sure to keep Russetpaw on his toes' training him to be kick amongst rocks sticking out from the Delta River's streams. Despite slippery rocks, Russetpaw was able to learn to maintain and sturdy posture and positioning while leaping from rock to rock. He imagined this would come in handy and make leaping from branch to branch in trees easier. What's more challenging than jumping upon mossy and algae-covered rocks? Who knew. Russetpaw enjoyed the training, though was quickly exhausted, finding Yewbelly's drills exhilarating. He never complained though, which impressed his stern mentor. Yewbelly was always surprisingly stunned and impressed with Russetpaw's work and efforts.
During Russetpaw's apprenticeship, he showed disinterest in any type of affairs, whether it was in the direction of friendship or love. The tom didn't really have a concept of what love is, thinking it was ridiculous to fall in love, especially when the feelings didn't reach him. He would continue to keep to himself, typically minding his own business within the clan. He would find himself growing bored of conversations with other apprentices, quick to leave them if he grew bored. This concerned his parents, especially, his mother, Appleflight. His mother would force him to find friends, scolding him if she noticed he sneaked away. This would frustrate Russetpaw, making him feel a bit enraged. Occasionally, these bursts of anger would cause fierce arguments between the tom's mother and the apprentice, himself. These arguments between him and his mother would utterly piss of his father, Redriver. With this came more punishments, as the whacks only became harder and caused more physical pain to the young tomcat. Occasionally, his father would even make him skip meals for being "an insensitive little brat."
When Russetpaw was around ten moons, he had started to spend more time around other apprentices with the force of his mother on his rear. Russetpaw had barely started to make a few friends (more-so acquaintances), but none of them interested him further. One evening, Russetpaw snaked away from camp, finding himself at Willow Stream. There, an unfamiliar aroma struck his nostrils, who he ran into wasn't a RainClanner. The she-cat was a young Abyssinian, that appeared to be a loner. Russetpaw couldn't help but smile, feeling bashful upon the sight of such a pretty cat. He hadn't been interested in anyone until he bumped into her, quickly jumping into conversation with the loner. They had began to converse, asking questions to one another. This loner's name was Goose, a unique and silly somewhat name for a cat. The way his heart skipped beats when he gazed over her was a new feeling he would grow to adore.
After some time, Russetpaw would offer a goodbye and return to meet again sometime. This started to happen for moons, even until Russetpaw was named a warrior at thirteen moons.
The two would take turns explaining what their lives were like. Goose would sit back and remark about how lame and constricting the clan life sounded, making Russettalon more and more interested about what it was like outside the clans. He wondered if he would feel more free, not having to deal with doing duties and following the rules of a leader. He wished he could follow his own rules, not wanting to oblige to a leader. It didn't suit him. More in this age, Russettalon grew curious and uncertain about his father's intentions. Something seemed off about Redriver. It hadn't made enough sense yet for Russettalon to put the pieces together so he decided to let it go for now.
Russettalon continued to meet Goose, the two becoming open and close, eventually to the point where Goose's belly was going to drop. Russettalon was going to be a father to a loner and yet, he was still apart of the clan. Goose wasn't very ecstatic considering Russettalon had yet to leave the clan. His fear of leaving was due to the fact of disappointing his parents. He feared being beat by his father. As he aged, the beatings only grew worse, as his father would occasionally leave scars. It was as if he wasn't ready to let go of the clan life, but then again, he figured he'd be free if he left. Russettalon wasn't sure of what do to yet. He was happy with his current life, but stressed because of living in the clan with his abusive parents and loving a loner which was technically a forbidden relationship. He wasn't sure what would happen if he was caught. He was petrified.
Goose and Russettalon had a very yin-yang relationship that balanced out quite well. Despite his possessiveness, Goose hadn't minded it much, as her obsession with physical affection fit well. The two were a very close, physical couple, sharing tongues and keeping close to each others' flank when around one another. The way his relationship had been would form out his possessiveness even more as he aged and his next relationship would probably be more possessive than he was with Goose. Only time would tell, of course.
One day, the news that his sister, Mottledstream was pregnant made him feel rather envious. He was disappointed the she-cat was building a family at the same time as him, it was always as if Mottledstream was competing with Russettalon. The behemoth feline was excited for his family, attempting to ignore his feelings. He didn't understand his own jealousy, wanting the feelings to go away. He always thought that jealousy was a loss if he was jealous. Jealousy is a game already lost. He was losing against his sister, considering his envy. Was there a way to get rid of this feeling? He wasn't sure yet, but maybe there was an escape from this trait he carried.
Russettalon's kits were soon born, fortunately being there for the birth of his kittens. His mate, Goose suggested that he name one of the kits and she did as well, since two were born. Russettalon grinned, choosing the name Duck for his son, which was closely resembled to a goose. Meanwhile, Goose chose a bird name, one relatively similar to Cardinal which is the name Russettalon chose once he escaped to his freedom. The daughter was named Robin. Russettalon was overjoyed, prepared to see his kits grow. But first, he needed to be exiled or leave. Russettalon waited about three more moons, finding the right time to go through with his ideas.
One evening, Russettalon went out, slipping away from camp to meet his mate and kits. Little did the rowan tom know he was being followed by his own father, Redriver. For some reason, Redriver was growing suspicious upon his son's absences from the camp, just like Russettalon was suspicious of his father. The suspicion between the two caused frequent arguments and tension, his relation with his father worsening as the feline aged. Russettalon found his significant other, his father's aroma catching his nose. Ruseettalon felt panicked, but upon turning around, Redriver stood there before his kits and mate. Redriver scowled, disappointed, "Is this where you've been sneaking out to? Going against the code and finding the freedom to impregnate this loner?" He hissed, "I expected better. You should be with someone in the clan, like your sister mouse-brain."
With that, Redriver disappeared into thick shrubbery, not to be seen until Russettalon returned to RainClan camp. When Russettalon was making his return, he actually didn't see his father anywhere. When questioning mother where he went, she was unable to explain where Redriver had gone as well. Redriver knew of Rusettalon's situation. Now what? He wasn't sure about what he was going to do, wanting to rid his father's presence. This feeling was a new urge he was unaware of, frightened of whether or not the urge to kill was even a good thing. His father had been working his nerves recently, causing undergoing stress for the russet feline and he despised stress.
One night, when Russettalon scrutinized for his mate and kits, he gad one to the normal place he'd meet them. Though, before he knew it, he was standing in the pool of blood between his mate and daughter, Robin. Duck was nowhere to be found. His visionaries darkened, claws unsheathed. A sudden burst of anger raged through Russettalon like a wildfire, his blood boiling, sparking his adrenaline to rush through his solid embodiment. Where are you, dad? He pondered, you're dead now. I will not let you get away with taking my family away from me.
Redriver slipped through shrubbery, his pelt , maw, and paws blooded from the scenery. Before Russettalon allowed his father to speak, he lunged. It was midnight by this time. Redriver was utterly shocked by his son's reactions, feeling his heavy physique thud against the terra firma. Russettalon gazed down, cocking a nonexistent brow as he laid his unsheathed claws upon his dad's trachea. "I hate you," He stated blandly, vocalizations robotic, "I will ruin you and everyone else. Look at what you've done! You've taken the life of my mate and kits over a pathetic code!"
That being said, Russettalon's right paw raked downward, followed by the left one. He watched as the blood seeped through, his father beginning to struggle. Russettalon sneered, bringing his heavy foundation forward in a brisk, fluid movement as he released a blow to Redriver's crania. "Let's hear your last words and breath, tell me, dad, any last words?"
"You're just a disappointment. I have nothing to say to you great to say to you." Redriver spat weakly, "Kill me, see how it feels. I understand you despised me for being strange and uptight, but I've been killing loners and rogues for moons. To see you with one frustrated me, so now, they're dead. I have no remorse and I hope you suffer."
Russettalon rolled, flipping his father to his abdomen, watching as he slowly bled out. "Die!" Claws raked the tom's nape and skull, forming more blood as the skin was lacerated. "Die!" The tom scowled, hissing violently as he sunk his incisors into Redriver's nape, shaking vigorously. Redriverr was slightly smaller than Russettalon, the tom's larger genetics inherited from Redriver's father who was massive. He was relieved he had larger genes, making this battle a bit more simple. Then again, his father barely struggled. With that, he was satisfied, but not enough. He was in pain. Russettalon's mate just died tonight and he looked for more revenge.
Russettalon ascended toward RainClan's camp, shoulders slumped as he trekked at a slow, sturdy pace. The feline was in pain, it was clear due to his facial expression and posture as he snaked along the terrain. Russettalon's bloodied paws trailed slightly, leaving behind paw prints. He wanted everyone to know who was murdered and just tonight, would be a spree. It was opening night for the birth of Cardinal. He barely got to spend time with his kits and mate, disappointed he never got to watch them grow and leave to form a family of their own. It wasn't right. He needed his family, and now they were gone. Cardinal hadn't ever felt so loss, it didn't feel right. He felt empty.
Cardinal simpered, a devilish smirk beneath his melancholic emotions as a mask. Once entering camp, he planned by taking out his mother and then Mottledstream's mate and her kits. Before entering camp, Cardinal dipped into the water, rinsing the sanguine fluid from his pelt. Cardinal found his mother, explaining that he found father dead. Appleflight followed willingly, sorrow creeping up on the mademoiselle already. Once reaching the location of where his mate, kits, and own father was killed, he veered around his mother, sending a frontal blow to the skull. Appleflight stumbled, yowling with fear as her very own son shifted on her. Considering his mother was quite small, Cardinal was able to raise and shake the damsel, snapping her neck within moments.
The yowl from Appleflight sent warriors his way, though he hadn't known just yet. Cardinal went another way to get to camp, slipping through the delta river once again in order to rinse any blood. Drenched from the water, Cardinal brought his heavier embodiment to camp; dawn was arriving. At the time, Mottledstream had been the only queen in the nursery, slipping in and grabbed the kits one by one from the slumbering mother. Mottledstream had always been a dead sleeper, making this rather easy for the russet tom. Cardinal stopped by the River Delta, taking one kit by the nape and submerging her beneath the surface of the crystalline liquid. The sleeping kit began to struggle and wake from the water entering his lungs and nose. WIthin moments, he was gone.
Cardinal laid the first kit by the river, leaving a hint behind for Mottledstream to look for Snowkit. Redkit was the hint behind. Cardinal brought the shrieking kit to the scene of bloody, limp bodies. Laying in a circle was Appleflight, Redriver, Goose, Robin, and soon Snowkit. Snowkit was easy, snapping the kits neck, allowing his teeth to slip beneath the skin to form blood. With that, Cardinal left the scene, leaving his aroma behind. He didn't feel like being exiled through a chase or escort of warriors. With as much as he'd done, he was curious if death was a punishment.
Overtime, once Cardinal was born, he had spent his time taking out families within clans. He enjoyed taking the lives of those who took his very own family. He was frustrated and overwhelmed, upset with the stress that losing his family came upon him. Life was unfair. Cardinal wanted to make others feel the same suffering he did when he lost his family. Occasionally, Cardinal would allow one of the family members to survive, to sneak and observe the suffering of them. He had often even got away with murdering behind others' back, going unnoticed. However, Cardinal preferred his name be known. He wanted to be known for being the murderer of families. Cardinal hoped felines would take his murders as a lesson to cherish your family and keep them close.
Since the death of his mate and kits, Cardinal devoted his life to teaching families this "lesson". He wanted to assure he had others living in fear, even enjoying when he's caught in the act. Cardinal is a strange feline with a frozen, shattered heart. If someone could just...warm his heart up and show him this isn't the way to go, he will be better off. But then again, there's no way he can get rid of his murderous ways now. It was too late. This feline was a killer. Also, little did Cardinal know, he had one part of his family left. Duck. Duck was still alive, but where?
Alias • Gemini
Pronouns • She/Her.
What other Characters do you play? • This is my sixth character.
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