Post by V on Jun 17, 2017 2:41:55 GMT -5
ROGUE
Cinder
PERSONALITY There's not much to say about Cinder except for the fact that he's very sad, sure, he'll hide it day by day with a friendly face, but he's sad, and scared on the inside. It never takes long for others to notice something's different about him, even if they don't notice the subtle tinge of smoke always wafting from his coat. He's constantly worried, constantly scared that he'll hurt someone, and he lives day to day knowing that he can. He's an abomination, he no longer denies it when someone claims such things. It's really sad actually, the fact that he's so young but already lacks the will to live. That happens when you've never had friends, when you're the one to blame for your mother's death. However, if he were to ever get passed the deep void of sadness within this youth, others would see a kind blossom of a soul. Cinder's kind, and caring, and he only wants other people to be happy. He's smart too, and all he wants in the world is to have a friend. To have anybody. He lives in constant fear of himself though, but in some horrible way it's made him brave. It's hard to be afraid of other things when you believe the real monster is you. He may be brave, but when it comes to other cats, he's insecure, he's scared for them, and at the heart of it, he's so desperate for anyone to love him that he's become impressionable. He would feel horribly guilty if he ever used his abilities to intentionally harm others, but if the others in question were trying to harm the people who cared for him, he would kill without hesitation. It's the only thing he's good at, after all. HISTORY Perhaps once you've heard a rumor, a distant one, of course. A rumor of cats emblazoned with the power of fire, a family of cats who breathed it, controlled it, and slept with a pit of fire in their belly. If you did, you probably heard of Cinder's family. A close-knit bunch of cats, looking normal on the outside, save for the fact that they always had eyes of an unusual color. Those who challenged these odd-eyed cats would come away with burn marks and hurt pride, not only were all of these cats natural warriors, but they could set aflame their claws, send flame from their maws, and a few were even rumored to be able to spit lava. However, a little over four moons ago, the majority of them disappeared. The reason behind their disappearance was little Cinder, the only surviving twin of Scorch and Brushfire, his sister had been stillborn. Now, Cinder's fire was latent, but when it ignited in full it was violent. A little after turning five moons old, Cinder got rather cross with his mother, getting ferociously mad that she wouldn't let him go hunting. She attempted to shut up the argument by picking him up, and unfortunately for everyone that was when Cinder became infuriated with burning rage. Literally, his coat went aflame with white fire, practically melting her own mouth. She suffocated to death, and Cinder, horrified at what he had done, a bundle of fear and confusion, set fire to the rest of the home while running away, many cats died that day, because Cinder was unnatural. He wasn't supposed to burn that hot, and while the other cats could manipulate red fire, or sometimes yellow fire, white was too hot. White was deadly. The only cats who survived that day were the select few who could spit lava. Including Cinder's father. These lava cats, former family, former loved ones, hunted Cinder down to try to kill him, both for revenge and to protect what was left of the family. Unfortunately, white fire is hotter than lava, much hotter. It was enough for poor Cinder to fight them off, he still had the will to live at this time. His father hated him, was screaming horrible things at him, calling him a monster. Cinder ran, he ran far, and ran until his fire barely burned. He developed extreme self-loathing, because he knows that no science is the cause of his struggles, instead feeling as though he must be cursed. After all, the origin of his family's fire is magic. It doesn't abide by the typical scientific laws, so he believes he is cursed, punished by some angry deity for something he doesn't understand. It's taken time, but as long as he's not upset, overly scared, or angry, he can keep the fire under the surface. It smolders though, his form radiating thin tendrils of smoke, and while he's built up enough shaky control to keep it from constantly seeping out, any creature within 30 feet of him will notice that it's unnaturally warm. Get within 10 feet of him and the creature begins to physically hurt from the heat. If he's upset, it's almost physically impossible to approach him. Water and extreme cold can counter act his heat somewhat, enabling other cats to get within five feet of him perhaps, but any closer and pain ensues. When he sleeps however, his fire goes dormant, and while he may feel extremely feverish, it is possible to touch him. Beware of nightmares, however. Only with time will his fire become truly manageable, until then, it is a loose canon. For Skills you may have only one 10, two 9's, four 6-8, three 5's and two 1-4's 《Skills》 Hunting: 4/10 Fighting: 9/10 Strength: 5/10 Agility: 6/10 Tracking: 7/10 Swimming: 7/10 Climbing: 5/10 Healing: 4/10 Strategy: 10/10 Intelligence: 8/10 Stamina: 9/10 Mother/fatherliness: 5/10 |
created by Lilith of Adoxography
