Post by sparrow on Apr 6, 2020 16:38:17 GMT -5
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the essentials.
what doesn't kill me might make me kill you.
Name: hollow.
Prefix Meaning: named himself for the empty feeling in his chest.
Suffix Meaning: never needed one.
Sex: tom.
Age: 26 moons.
Sexuality: bisexual.
Rank: warrior.
Role: cursed.
Adopt Thread: n/a.
Last Character: first character.
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the body.
it's scary what a smile can hide, isn't it?
Base Coat Color: blackMarkings: a majority of white markings.
Eye Color: yellow.
Body Size and Build: small and lithe.
Fur Length and Texture: short and glossy.
Additional Physical Traits: a small, black blemish can be seen in Hollow's left eye near the bottom of the pupil, making it appear as if his pupil is slightly distorted. this does not affect his vision.
Health and Scars: hollow is a bit on the unhealthy side of things due to lack of proper nutrition.
Full Appearance Description:
a slender, lithe tom, Hollow may have been considered handsome if he'd lived in another clan. But he does not and it shows. Malnourished over the course of his life, the black and white tom is on the smaller side of things with his ribs showing at times. Hollow, however, rarely gives this fact any notice. He moves with all the grace and confidence of a practiced predator, still unbowed by the hatred of his 'clanmates'. But with a base coat of white, he doesn't have to guess at the reasons for their contempt. Inky black, shrouded in markings of white, makes up the tom's short coat. This unfortunate coloration serves as the bane of Hollow's existence, but, surprisingly, his coat is well taken care of. Glossy and clean, Hollow seems to take a certain twisted pride in that which others hate about him. Odd as this may be, it isn't the only strange thing about Hollow's appearance. The tom holds a striking, unsettling gaze. Yellow eyes shine with an intensity from his black mask, the left marred by a distortion, making it look as though the pupil is bleeding. While this doesn't affect Hollow's vision, it does have the pleasant affect of making those who notice uncomfortable.
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the identity.
because all this time the monster has been me.
Positive Traits: resourceful | independent | loyal (to the cursed) | intuitive | charming | patient
Neutral Traits: enigmatic | protective (of the cursed) | caring (of the cursed) | solitary | ambitious | cunning
Negative Traits: bitter | arbitrary | malevolent | callous | deceitful | miserable
Full Trait Description:
Hollow wasn't always a cynic. He used to be full of hope and caring and friendliness. But that was a long time ago and many things have changed for the young tom. There is only so much hatred a single soul can bear, after all. Over the moons hope turned bitter, caring turned callous, and friendly turned malevolent. Slowly the tom detached himself from those around him as hatred grew within him. Alongside this anger bloomed a patient, callous ambition. He'd waited this long, hadn't he? Hollow could wait a little longer.
A charming flirt, Hollow is an enigma, to say the least. He's friendly enough with most everyone, 'walkers included, though it is hardly sincere. Rather, the discomfort of his 'clanmates' is an amusement if nothing else. Anything he can do to get under their skin, he'll do, risky game though it is. But this immature act is just that: an act. Hollow isn't quite as dumb as he would have the 'walkers believe. But he is, again, the patient sort of ambitious. He can play the game well enough for the time being. Although Hollow can't always conceal his darker nature from those around him. When he slips up it is normally in the form of dark humor and cruel irritability, though rarely any worse than that. It is a distinct possibility, however, that Hollow will get much, much worse as the loathing of his clanmates wears on him. It is an eventuality that the malevolent tom will snap.
A rather solitary creature, the tom keeps mostly to himself, going so far as to leave the clan for sometimes days at a time. But Hollow always returns, much to his self-contempt. However, even he cannot deny he still cares for his fellow cursed. They were there for him when no one else had been, something the tom won't soon forget. Hollow is fiercely protective of these 'family' members and is willing to do anything to protect them, no matter how immoral. But he is a monster, isn't he? It's what he's always been told by the 'walkers. And maybe, just maybe, they might be right.
A charming flirt, Hollow is an enigma, to say the least. He's friendly enough with most everyone, 'walkers included, though it is hardly sincere. Rather, the discomfort of his 'clanmates' is an amusement if nothing else. Anything he can do to get under their skin, he'll do, risky game though it is. But this immature act is just that: an act. Hollow isn't quite as dumb as he would have the 'walkers believe. But he is, again, the patient sort of ambitious. He can play the game well enough for the time being. Although Hollow can't always conceal his darker nature from those around him. When he slips up it is normally in the form of dark humor and cruel irritability, though rarely any worse than that. It is a distinct possibility, however, that Hollow will get much, much worse as the loathing of his clanmates wears on him. It is an eventuality that the malevolent tom will snap.
A rather solitary creature, the tom keeps mostly to himself, going so far as to leave the clan for sometimes days at a time. But Hollow always returns, much to his self-contempt. However, even he cannot deny he still cares for his fellow cursed. They were there for him when no one else had been, something the tom won't soon forget. Hollow is fiercely protective of these 'family' members and is willing to do anything to protect them, no matter how immoral. But he is a monster, isn't he? It's what he's always been told by the 'walkers. And maybe, just maybe, they might be right.
Loves: solitude | feeling powerful | exploring
Likes: hunting | sunset/evening | the cursed
Dislikes: feeling hungry | his situation | storms
Hates: 'walkers | feeling powerless | his birth parents
Fears: death | being forgotten
Secrets: he is, in fact, a monster.
Dreams: hollow dreams about leaving Duneclan.
Strengths: stealth | hunting | speed | flexibility
Normals: eyesight | defense | climbing | smelling
Weaknesses: attack | hearing | swimming | jumping
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the past.
cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.
Little is known about Hollow's origins for he refuses to tell of them. But, it can be inferred that the tom was born to a pair of daywalkers from what little he does tell. They are now long forgotten - or so he would like to believe - and he rarely dwells on his beginnings. What is known about Hollow is that which has become his history with the cursed.A spirited, happy-go-lucky kit, Hollow didn't know what was going on when his mother dumped him on the doorstep of the cursed. Even though she had always been less than kind to her kit, the little tom had still loved her. But she, of course, would never love him. She hadn't even bothered to name him. Hollow spent many of his first moons with the cursed confused, angry, and hurt, though he did his best to hide it from the rest. The cursed called him Ashkit in those early days in honor of his black markings. It was a name the young tom never felt quite fit him, never quite captured who he was. But, for the time being, he was Ashkit.
As soon as the young tom reached five moons of age he was out trying to learn to hunt. With very few cursed and a clan that gave them only the barest of scraps, the outcasts were always hungry. With the world against him it was learn fast or die for little Ashpaw. He spent almost every waking moment out in the desert searching endlessly for food. In this almost certainly aimless treks, the cursed tom discovered something about himself: he liked exploring almost as much as he liked the solitude. Out in the desert there were no loathing stares or hate-filled curses sent his way. It was just... quiet. As he grew older and stronger, Ashpaw began to make his first outings away from Duneclan, the first of these ventures only lasting a singular day and night. But these little trips weren't something that would give him peace in his place in the world. Rage built inside the tom as he denounced the gods of his clan. After all, how could he believe in someone that would do this to him and his adoptive family? His rage, however, was carefully kept in check whenever he stayed with his clan. He didn't want to give them a reason to get rid of him for good. Rage built to cruelty, cruelty built to ambition. Ashpaw knew, he knew, he was going to change things for the better for the cursed. He just had to. They couldn't live like this, he couldn't live like this. But still he watched and waited.
He was nearing 17 moons when it happened. Out on one of his solitary hunts he ran into another cat for one of the first times. A daywalker, out on a hunt by herself far from the safety of her clan. The moment the pair locked eyes and her scent washed over him Ashpaw knew who the aging female was. The mother that had abandoned him, the mother that had never loved him, the mother that hated him stood just feet away with that same loathing in her eyes. And in that moment the tom snapped. Fueled by a lifetime of hatred and hurt he attacked. The fight was over in seconds, the older she-cat had been taken by surprise and lost her footing when the cursed tom lunged towards her. Blood soaked through the burning sand, bright red in the sun. For what felt like hours Ashpaw stayed beside the fallen warrior just... looking. But he felt no guilt, no fear, no shame. He felt nothing for the cat he had once loved.
No one ever found her body and Ashpaw wasn't even sure anyone went looking. With a scathing tongue and a holier-than-though attitude, she wasn't popular with her clan. They simply assumed she had left the clan for one reason or another. This secret of his mother's murder cast no shadow on the young tom's heart, rather, he revealed in the power of the moment he'd seen the light - the loathing - leave her eyes. But loathing, it would seem, would always turn to fear when faced with the wrath of a cursed. Because maybe, just maybe, the 'walkers were right about cats like him.
He was a murderer.
He was a monster.
He was Hollow.
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