Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on Sept 15, 2007 17:07:00 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Healer
Gender: She-cat
Age: 76 moons
Rank: Ceremonial Healer
Clan: Cats of the Roaring Path
Personality: Healer is cruel, and likes it when other cats are hurt. However, she also likes to heal other cats. She is fascinated by the way cats' bodies work, and the difference between life and death. All these traits actually make her good at what she does, as pain is often involved in healing, not to mention that the Ceremonial Healer often has to kill other cats for the bloody rituals of the Cats of the Roaring Path. Most of what she is is just an illusion- there is a hard core to her and a lot more that has no substance. However, part of what substance she has is a talent for memorizing things easily.
Appearance: She is a large, frightening-looking cat with a slight build but more than enough fur to make up for her lack of substance. This is a cat whose appearance matches her personality very well. Her face is flat, looking as if she had once run headfirst into something large and heavy. Her brown eyes blend into her calico fur, lending her a terrifying appearance of eyelessness, and making her sharp-eyed ability to know exactly what is going on all the more frighteningly uncanny.
History: She was born Calico She-kit with Brown Eyes. From the earliest possible time, she showed an enjoyment of injuring other kits. When she was four moons, she was named Trainette 4, and found herself drawn to the Thunderpath more than the others. The Ceremonial Healer at the time noticed her traits with approval, and began giving her something of a more in-depth training about herbs and healing. She learned the ceremonies inside and out when the others weren't even sure what each one meant. When she became a Fighter for the Path and was named Feratason, she worked at her duties but was always more interested in the workings of life, death, monsters, and medicine than her duties of hunting and training. Thus, the dying Ceremonial Healer named his forty-four-moon-old successor with his last breath: "Feratason." She carefully attended to his death ceremony, and became the Ceremonial Healer the very next day. She has been the Healer ever since. She thinks she has seen everything by now. She doesn't know how much more there is to see...
Example of Roleplay: I've made at least twenty characters by now!
Other: This is what she looks like:
Gender: She-cat
Age: 76 moons
Rank: Ceremonial Healer
Clan: Cats of the Roaring Path
Personality: Healer is cruel, and likes it when other cats are hurt. However, she also likes to heal other cats. She is fascinated by the way cats' bodies work, and the difference between life and death. All these traits actually make her good at what she does, as pain is often involved in healing, not to mention that the Ceremonial Healer often has to kill other cats for the bloody rituals of the Cats of the Roaring Path. Most of what she is is just an illusion- there is a hard core to her and a lot more that has no substance. However, part of what substance she has is a talent for memorizing things easily.
Appearance: She is a large, frightening-looking cat with a slight build but more than enough fur to make up for her lack of substance. This is a cat whose appearance matches her personality very well. Her face is flat, looking as if she had once run headfirst into something large and heavy. Her brown eyes blend into her calico fur, lending her a terrifying appearance of eyelessness, and making her sharp-eyed ability to know exactly what is going on all the more frighteningly uncanny.
History: She was born Calico She-kit with Brown Eyes. From the earliest possible time, she showed an enjoyment of injuring other kits. When she was four moons, she was named Trainette 4, and found herself drawn to the Thunderpath more than the others. The Ceremonial Healer at the time noticed her traits with approval, and began giving her something of a more in-depth training about herbs and healing. She learned the ceremonies inside and out when the others weren't even sure what each one meant. When she became a Fighter for the Path and was named Feratason, she worked at her duties but was always more interested in the workings of life, death, monsters, and medicine than her duties of hunting and training. Thus, the dying Ceremonial Healer named his forty-four-moon-old successor with his last breath: "Feratason." She carefully attended to his death ceremony, and became the Ceremonial Healer the very next day. She has been the Healer ever since. She thinks she has seen everything by now. She doesn't know how much more there is to see...
Example of Roleplay: I've made at least twenty characters by now!
Other: This is what she looks like:
