Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 7, 2015 2:38:56 GMT
Cinnamon Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be. general info
APPEARANCE
Cinnamon may have been a rogue, loner, scavenger, wanderer, whateveryouwannacallit for most of his life, but he certainly doesn't look the part of forest cat. He looks more like an old tom you'd find lounging on some twoleg's porch than anything else. Being feed pink slop and getting scratchies under the chin, having kits for a living... Oh, the good life. Ahem. But no. Despite having left that life behind (or having never had a chance to experience it in the first place...), he certainly looks one hundred percent the part of kittypet. Solid, soft, well groomed deep cinnamon fur.. So warm, dense, and fluffy it might as well be a heated blanket.. Fat white paws, a large, equally fat (ahem, bulky) build)... long thick whiskers.. Yeah, Cinnamon really does look like a kittypet. Textbook definition! But he's not. Within those large white paws are hidden long claws, and what he lacks in speed, he makes up for in brute strength. He knows how to throw his weight around in battle, and he knows how to store it for the winter. His eyes- such a mysteriously colored gray- alternate between sly and wise. His pawpads, once so soft, are rough and cracked with callouses and experience. Those are the hidden things. He can make his eyes warm as down, and fluff out his fur just right.. He just looks so innocent, so sweet, so kind- doesn't he? Looks aren't everything though, and this tom knows how to use his unassuming appearance to his advantage. personality
Is personality subjective? How one cat sees themselves could be the complete opposite of how someone else sees them. A cat could think themselves kind and loving, while another thinks them to be cruel and controlling. A cat could think themselves to be noble and true, while another might think them to be a needless martyr. Everyone is different. Everyone is viewed differently. A cat's personality is up to the one perceiving them, and- alright, blah blah blah, we get it. You don't want to outright call yourself a bad cat, so you're pulling the 'morality is subjective' bullshit. Lets pull away those layers already. Oh- oh dear, not that much. Can anyone say YIKES? Alright, uh... mid-ground? Yeah, that's much better. Cinnamon is a cat who shapes the world to suit his needs. Or maybe, he suits himself to shape the world's needs. Which in turn fit into his own needs again. Yeah, complicated. Except not really. Basically, Cinnamon becomes what he needs to be to fit his current situation. Strong mentor figure? You got it. Sniveling and nervous kittypet? As long as it gets him fed. Savage killer? Well, as long as its just acting. He really wouldn't want to stain that pretty coat of his with too much blood. He constantly changes himself. He becomes who he needs to be, when he needs to be, how he needs to be, to get what he wants and what he needs. Its become second nature to him by this point. He lies without even realizing. But what does it matter if you don't plan on getting attached to the folks you're lying to anyways? Cinnamon has lived in this world long enough to know how to work the system. How to get inside cats heads. Wheeen he cares enough to, that is. Half the time, he's honestly just too lazy. Yeah, he'll do what he needs to for a full belly. But manipulating for fun? Hurting cats out of boredom? First off, whats wrong with you. Second off, that kind of 'fun' benefits him in what way in the long run? Yeah. He's not cruel. He likes the term... opportunist. If something easy gets him what he wants, he'll do it. That's how you have to survive in a world like this. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, wash behind your ears, whatever. Sure, it could give some cats a hard time sleeping at night. But does it give Cinnamon any? None of your business.
HISTORY This changes by the day. Sometimes multiple times a day! How fun, huh? Sometimes he's a royal. Sometimes he's an old tom who was abandoned by his cruel kits. Sometimes he's a lost kittypet. Sometimes he's a tribe cat. Sometimes he's just a loner who just pulled one too many short straws in life and said "fuck it". He'll never give an honest answer. And when he does, it'll be mixed in with too many lies to tell whats true and what isn't. If you had watched him his entire life instead of asking him though, you might learn a few things. You'd learn how he hated his mother once he learned that she'd been a kittypet, and had left their home before they'd been born, wanting a "better life for them". How he'd hated that that decision had been made for him. You'd learn how when the rogues came, how they kept his mother and sister alive while killing his father and brother. But you'd also have learned how Cinnamon had run. He'd scavenged the cities, walked the seaside, and spent his fair share of time in the mountains. Had a stint as a kittypet, and found that his mother's memory had tainted the lifestyle. Started fights, ended fights. Set up territories, defended territories, was chased out of territories. Made friends, lost friends. Tried hard to live a life for himself. But honest living was hard. Met a pretty she-cat in the city. Might have loved her. Private memories, those. Had a couple of sons. Wanted to be a better father to them. Did a bad job at that. That she-cat and their kits- last thing he really tried on. But he doesn't talk about that anymore. Not even in his lies. Nobody's business but his own. Dead, anyways. Nobody to remember them, and nobody to remember her. He started running again. Ran a lot. You'd think a cat at his weight wouldn't be able to run that fast, but you'd be surprised. Times were tough after that. And he found that honest living was just a bit too difficult for his tastes. He was too tired. Started scavenging. Eating crowfood- learning what was good and what was bad. Begging from housefolk. Started lying, after a while. Telling cats what you were too lazy to hunt for yourself usually didn't go over too well. Neither did telling them that you were too tired. Found out that he was a better liar than he was a hunter. Learned a lot of things. It was hard, at first. He didn't like it. "I do it because I have to", he told himself. But he was lying to everyone now, including himself. And eventually, he knew nothing else. Lived for seasons. Sometimes alone, sometimes with others. Sometimes in the mountains and sometimes by the sea. Had a few lovers, but no more kits. And even though the pickings were easy there, never went back to the city. You'd learn how he watched the clans, floating in and out of the territories as they fell. Pickings were easy then too. He left, for a time. Never had a home after all. And when he'd come back, thinking they would have wiped eachother out by then- what do you know, they'd rebuilt. Its interesting, he thinks. How they keep trying for a cause so futile. But hey, chaos and cats who are all too open with letting others into their homes makes for easy pickings too.. THREAD TRACKER This section is not necessary, but is provided if a member wishes to keep track of the threads that this character participates in. | ooc info ☆ NAME☆ Maple ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ STARLINGFUR STONE TURTLEFROST TORNPELT Rye cherrypaw MISTLEpaw ROSEpaw SHRIKEKIT HAWKKIT PANTHERKIT WOLFKIT SNIPEKIT |