Post by ofone on Jun 23, 2009 12:23:41 GMT -5
Name: Talia. Nickname: Tally
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Type of Outsider: Rogue
Personality:
Short Description:
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Type of Outsider: Rogue
Personality:
Talia is a very adventurous she-cat, she is always seeking new ways to have fun and could never be restrained by clan life, in fact she rejected it.Picture:
Despite her loner status, Talia is extremely loyal and caring. Once she makes a friend she is in it for life and will try very hard to never let them go. However, she is afraid of losing others though, it's one of her only fears.
She hates rules and thinks they should be broken. She also hates being told what to do, if someone says stay right, she'll deliberately go left just to prove she can.
She's not the type to just sit by and watch others' being bullied or fighting. She will step in and defend the side she views as right but will listen to both sides, and then make a verdict.
When she meets a clan cat, it's hard for her to understand how they can be so comfortable in their lives, so happy with their caged lives, however she allows them to do as they please and understands that everyone's definition of freedom is different. Her philosophy is, "Do what you want, as long as it makes you happy - as long as you're not infringing upon someone's happiness as well. "
She maintains the mentality that everyone must find their own freedom. She is willing to help anyone with that, it the one thing she believes is the most important thing in this world.
On bad days, Talia can be snippy and rude. She doesn't watch her tongue when she is in a bad mood, or if someone presses her. When she is not happy, you can tell - it's completely opposite from her happy demeanor so it's easy to pinpoint her bad moods and stay clear as she can blow up at any moment. Although when she is a sad, she will go off and be alone for as long as she needs.
She holds grudges and hates those who harm the innocent and hurts the ones she loves. She despises twolegs and thinks they're the biggest problem of the land.
Short Description:
Calico she-cat with four white paws and bright green eyes.Appearance:
Talia is a tri-colored she-cat, consisting of ginger, black and white markings. The most distinct markings on this she-cat is the ginger streak from her nose up to the top of her head, it almost looks like a scar. The next noticeable trait is the tan ring around her black tail, she has white paws and a white chest outlined in ginger fur.History:
Her eyes are a bright green with golden flecks in them, but sometimes in the right lighting the flecks can look brown.
Her build is medium sized, but she is lithe and strong. Despite the fact she is a loner she takes good care of herself and always looks extra clean, and healthy. When standing up she she is pretty tall, inheriting that from her mother who had a long line of tall cats in her family.
Along her flanks are mostly black, but have splattered splotches of ginger fur, almost like a fire on her back.
Talia was born a clan cat, into Valeclan, under the name She lived most her life there. Her name was Tallkit, but she hated that name. She hated all the rules she had to follow, even as a kit and didn't understand the importance of becoming a warrior and serving your clan - she thought that was just confining and that they were meant to live for so much more than just 'surviving', why did everyone just to live and have fun?Family:
She brought up these ideas to her family, but they passed it off as a just a kit phase, a rebellious phase she'd grow out of. She didn't. She kept complaining about the rules, and what the point to everything was, why they worried so much about everything, their answer was always, "To survive and go on as a clan." she didn't understand that concept and replied, "But that's not living."
Talia became an apprentice but was not happy, she didn't listen to her mentor and caused the most trouble in the clan, as she started wandering off without a warrior and no one knows where she went and her siblings started becoming ashamed of her as with her mother. She lost her fiery spirit for a while and complied to all the rules when the rest of the clan started looking down on her.
Then one day she realized she must live, because she wasn't happy going through the motions. She was half way done her apprenticeship when she announced she would be leaving Valeclan.
Some were outraged, but she didn't care. Her siblings and mother said their good byes and her brother was happy to see her go, he wouldn't have to put up with her and her crazy ideas anymore, and have to outshine everyone to cover up for his siblings mistakes.
Tallpaw understood her brother's attitude and didn't much care for him either. He was the worst of the worst. He was so uptight and she hated that. She was glad to get away from him.
Before she left she announced that her new name was Talia, to get rid of her clan roots. She honestly hated clan life so much that she needed to change her name so she wouldn't be reminded of that awful place.
She began living the life of a loner/rogue and loved it. She explored all she wanted, hunted when she needed to, and most of all she felt happy where she was. The only thing was, she was sort of lonely, although that didn't change from when she was in the clan as everyone avoided her anyway.
Gingerleaf - Mother - Valeclan - DeceasedRP Example:
Father: Unknown
Brindlepaw- sister - Valeclan - Deceased
Smokepaw - brother - Valeclan - Alive
The night had long since fallen and Talia was laying in the tall grass looking up at Silverpelt. She wondered if loners went to Starclan, They must, She thought, rolling onto her stomach. She felt there had to be Starclan for loners and rogues, as long as they lived life to the fullest - at least, that's how she thought it went.Other:
Talia got up and padded forward through the grass. She was hungry and hoped she could find a nice plump rabbit, but at this hour, she probably barely find a mouse.
Padding along the ginger, white and black she-cat ran through the field, she felt like running and there didn't seem to be much prey around, so it couldn't hurt. When grew tired she stopped at the top of a hill and looked down at the ground below. She smiled to herself, scenting the air she smelled a chipmunk.
Trotting down the slope, she spotted it resting looking about cautiously. She had to be careful if she was going to catch it. She stepped forward lightly, the chipmunk started walking itself, so she trailed it... when she was close she pounced but the rustling of the grass alerted the chipmunk right away and it sprang into action.
"Agh!" She chased after it, and gave a leap of faith and landed on the tiny morsel biting into it's neck. "Hah!" She mumbled through her mouthful.
She likes to be called Tally by those who know her well.
