Post by flare on Jun 24, 2009 23:31:20 GMT -5
Name: Talon Starleaf (Talo for short.)
Date of Birth: 8.15.08
Height: 24 cm
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Coat Color: Black
Coat Pattern: White Splotches
Eye Color: Yellow
Appearance Extra: none
History:What is there to tell? Talon's life is practically draped in mystery, he will barely speak of it. As if, just talking about his hardships is sin. It was how he was raised, in that hell hole of a house. The hard, fire-like yellow eyes show unexplainable rage. His body language is always rough, his father taught him this. How to escape, and plan. Most importantly, to never trust anyone. While he won't tell the "soft hearted" felines his history, I will tell it to you.
Imagine a row of houses, ridiculously small ones. In a town fairly close to this place, the houses are run down and abandoned. The left overs of a huge tornado attack, wood splinters and large pieces of glass lay along the streets. Giant telephone poles cast aside like toothpicks, fires occasionally devouring the left over homes. But every human was gone, they had evacuated long ago. Many taking their animals, those who were too poor leaving them behind.
Talon and his family, they were one of the many who were left behind. The glorious "paradise" city was in ruins, dogs formed packs and kept things under a tight schedule. The cats tended to fight one another for a tiny scrap of food, and the ones who believed their owners would someday come back... Died at the claws of Talon and family.
His father was one of the most vicious cats out there, fighting anyone who laid a single claw on a friend or family member. It was dark days, the animals soon grew close to their wild counterparts. The dogs became like wolves, hunting down the birds and cats that couldn't defend themselves or were too slow. The cats became fairly solitary, like their other counterparts. Kits were eaten from rival males, and the fights turned to be death matches.
While hearing this, picture Talon as an older kit and his mother. Faced with a pack of practically wolves, the small silver tabby and mother were frightened. Lady luck was on their side that day though, as his father seemed to pop out of the shadows. Talon's mother let out a cry of concern, telling his father to run off. That she could handle them, make them suffer for the friends and family they've killed.
Talon watched this, while noticing the dogs close in. Letting out a small growl, he shook himself out of his mother's grasp. Facing down the dogs as incoherent words came from their maws, such as, "food", "prey", "kill", and "blood". All randomly, yet terrifying when they spoke each word. Foam showed at many of their mouths, and as Talon let out a loud hiss one of them leaped into the air.
The moon had risen high into the sky, clouds approached and poured down rain. Lightning flashed across the sky in great droves, hitting the few skyscrapers relentlessly. What was left of that face down, was a blood drenched Talon Starleaf looking down on his parents demise. How'd he get out you wonder? As the dog leaped into the air, Talon's father grabbed the young kit by the scruff and tossed him over the fence.
The boy landed in a pile of garbage bags, and wasn't hurt that much. But as he climbed up the fence and looked down, he couldn't help but let out a wail. His mother, she was litterally being torn apart. She was still alive when they tore out her shoulder, the blood and muscle that connected showing like a thin string. Many yowls of pain were heard from his mother, who by the end of it was put out of her misery. After being decapitated by the alpha, as his father had tried to defeat.
Talon had watched this, and if anything... The death of his father is something that will be replayed over and over in his mind. The alpha had pretty much slaughtered him, throwing the once invincible feline everywhere. Blood splashed up on Talon's face, and with a sick vulgarity watched as the dogs tore into his father with a ravenous appetite.
The young feline couldn't bear it, and vomited into the garbage he landed in. The dogs smelt the air, but the rain had clogged their senses of smell. The blood helping also, seeing as they pretty much rubbed they're noses into the bodies of the two former cats. The damage done to the bodies made them hard to distinguish, and they pretty much looked like two spread out piles of fur and flesh.
Talon stayed there until the dogs had left, letting out long wails of grief and pain. That's when his transformation started, in that hell hole of a city. The transformation from something good, to something incredibly unstable. Days passed, as he got older, Talon discovered an urge to travel. He wanted to escape from this place, and with his tainted paws set out for a new world. A new slate, and if anything... Some new prey.
He still may be young, but the tom knows how to kill. Effectively, efficiently, and cleanly. Talon was the kind of kit who was curious about everything, and if he didn't grow up in the situation that he was in.. You could be fairly sure that he would've been an incredibly heroic cat. Even under the blood and killing, yet he still does it.
The journey to this place was rough for him, and many a time did he torture an innocent cat for information. At least six months after turning a year old, he found it. This place, I mean. Talon found the place, where he would start over. And make a new start. A place, where blood will eventually be spilled by his claws.
Personality:If there is one way to describe Talon, it's mysterious. His background is unknown to almost everyone, and he will have nightmares about his father's scarred and bleeding body. He acts with a vague sense of feelings, and half the time the only ones you see are the rare hero-like kindness, the evil mind constantly scheming, and his somewhat vile killing nature. So, in a sense he's pretty much a wolf in sheep's clothing. As in, Talon will act heroic to ensure trust. Then backfire on you in a flash, only those who have known him since he was a young cat would label him untrustworthy.
He is a snake in the grass, slithering around smooth and scaly. It's almost unnerving at how unpredictable his motions are. He'll rescue you at one moment, then kill you the next. As if implying, "This is MY kill. Back off!" Talon is fairly serious, but incredibly childish at times. The only way you could possibly get close to him if you truely understood what he went through.
Hell, if you saw your parents get ripped and shredded apart in front of your own eyes by a pack of dogs... You'd be as screwed up as he was. If there is one thing Talon is known for in his home town, it's his style of killing. You had to be a ruthless born killer to even survive a day there, whether it was killing a best friend or something else of that matter. His killing style consists of ripping and shredding up his victims ceaselessly, his claws tend to help with this too.
By the time he's done, they're just a pile of guts, blood, strips of flesh, and bones. Left behind for the vultures and worms to feed off of ceaselessly, it is... how you could say... disgusting. Wouldn't you like to see your good friend left as a pile of meat strips, blood, and guts? Not to mention the occasionally white bone sticking up here and there.
Don't underestimate him for his size, Talo is speedy and his claws are long. If not sharp. You can't trust him, he's unpredictable and goes his own way. Always doing things by himself, and suffering a tad of wanderlust. If ever faced with a race, depending on what the prize is he may or may not win. Sure, if the silver cat tried he could win. But he deliberately chooses not too, depending on the case and situation.
Some call him cold hearted, others call him bipolar, and a few even call him a "blood luster". This doesn't affect him though, he kills for fun and the enjoyment. And will kill/devour kits if he feels the need. This tom acts mainly on will, whether it be killing a friend or enemy. He can't kill a full grown cat yet, he's still a bit too young.
Talo has many a come back in his sleeve, and when faced with an argument he'll stay quiet. He'd rather watch from above, in a tree. I should mention he loves high places, especially when it rains. Quite contrastive to his history, but he loves it as a firm memory of his mother and father's "valiant death". As how Talo saw it.
Though, he hates dogs. Down to the very core, doesn't matter what they are, what they're like or how they act. As soon as he sees a dog, he will either launch himself at them, or simply ignore them. Of course, the poor dogs don't know why he does it, seeing as he never says a word about the past.
Fortunately for him, the dog owners think of it as "playing". So, the dogs get fairly bullied while the humans just sit back and watch. Yeah, not fair huh. Well, that's how Talo works, mentally anyways. Oh! One last thing. See, having not experienced a regular kithood, he'll occasionally act incredibly kit-like. If there's a mouse around or some object that he deems play worthy, he will play by himself. Of course, he always gets embarrassed by that, should you ever happen to sneak up on him.
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