Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 9, 2014 1:48:13 GMT
 Finch There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. general info
APPEARANCE
Finch is a cat who you could easily miss. He's on the smaller side, and rather dull in appearance. His coat, soft and mid-length, is a dull tabby brown. Its soft and feathery, almost wispy. His chest, muzzle, and paws are all white, but even the stark paleness doesn't give him room to stand out. While small, his build is thin and bony, making him appear even smaller than he is. He never seems quite like he's eaten enough, even in Green-Leaf. The pounds just refuse to stay on him. As such, he's not the greatest fighter. This is furthered by the fact that his right front leg is very weak. He was born like this, and he's never been able to move it as quickly or as accurately as his others. He has less feeling in the appendage as well. The way it works is as though it's suffered a bad break and never healed correctly, and this could be assumed as the cause if it hadn't been that way at birth. This prevents him from being as fast or as good of a fighter as he'd like, and occasionally he walks with a bit of a limp. His eyes are a rather sad sight. They're a dull, pale green. There always seems to be something just below the surface. A sorrow, a fear, some pain that he just can't get past. Even from a young age he has the eyes of a wounded cat, but even he isn't sure quite why. It often evokes pity.  personality
Quiet, thoughtful, and understanding- all are traits which would make one think that Finch is like his mother. When hearing one describe him with such words however, you may get a mental picture of something that Finch is not. You may think of a tom that though soft-spoken and gentle, deep down has a fire in his heart. Someone who has control over their situation and knows where they're going and what they're doing. However, if you get this mental picture, then you are comletely wrong. Finch has no control over his situation. He doesn't know where he's going in life or why. And he doesn't know whats wrong with him. A very fearful cat, Finch stays quiet out of nescecity. If he could, the tabby would fade into the background of any scene in a heartbeat. He doesn't want attention. He doesn't want anybody to look at him, to talk to him, or to try to hurt him. He stutters, goes weak in the legs, and stares at his paws when confronted by cats he doesn't know. He's absolutely terrified, but of what he has no idea. That fear always seems to front around other toms the most, though. And it is for this reason that he tries to steer clear of them. They're too loud- too strong. Too reckless. He can feel them judging him, sneering at his weakness behind his back. It makes him incredibly self concious- something that he has issues enough with already.He much prefers the company of she-cats. With them, he feels safer. Less... judged. For you see, Finch has very terrible problems with depression and self loathing. He believes that if something bad happens, no matter what it was, that if he was involved in any way it was his fault. He blames himself very heavily for things- even things that he couldn't have any part in. Despite growing up with a loving, supportive mother and two caring siblings, this mindset will take root deep within him at a young age. He believes that he causes nothing but problems and is a burden on others. With his weak leg, what can he do? Fight or run? Hunt or fish? Nothing. He believes he has very little purpose and that it would be much better for him to just fade away. It would make the lives of those he cares for so much easier. Within himself, Finch only sees his negative qualities. His limp when he walks, his jump when startled, or his occasional stutter. He doesn't see the good things- things which his family tries to remind him of. They love him dearly, and he loves them in return. They are some of the very few cats that he isn't absolutely terrified to be around. But no matter what they say, he doesn't see it. The gentle look in his eyes when he listens to the troubles of another, and how understanding and reassuring he can be. Even though he's jumpy, there's just something about him that can calm a cat who is in trouble. He's very intelligent and has a wonderful memory, and is a fantastic planner as well as organizer. Theres more to life than just fighting and hunting, but with how most cats speak things like intelligence and gentleness aren't often recognized. And so, Finch doesn't think of his good traits nearly as often. However they are there. Buried under the quiet exterior and wounded mentality, he is a reliable, kind, and brilliant tom. He will never betray a cat, and would never harm someone if he had the option. He's humble and caring, and a wonderful swimmer to top it all off. Swimming is one of the few things that clear Finch's mind. Well, other than sleeping. He loves to sleep, and he loves to swim. Those two activities just erase all of the negativities, melting away his troubles into the void. They make him feel safe and comfortable, and participating in one of those two activities are some of the few times that he is truly happy. Even farther beneath the surface however, there is something more. Something that even Finch doesn't know about. Is it a gift, or a curse? A coping mechanism, perhaps? Only time will tell... Only time will tell.
HISTORY Finch will be born to Autumn, along with his brother and sister Tornado and Skylark. However, it's not quite that simple. For you see, this isn't Finch's first time in this world. A different life, a different name. A different family, a different place. His was a long tale, of broken legs and broken spirits. A cheery, brave tom turned tired and dead inside. He sought validation as a youth, and found that validation in the paws of an older tom. It grew all too clear to everyone but him as time went on that it was the opposite of validation that he received. Wounds, both physical and mental as he grew. Eventually a breaking point came. He broke. Cats tried to put the shattered glass that remained of the once loving and bright warrior back together, but you can't glue together powder dust. You can't heal someone who is already dead. A girl tried, but it was no use. He was too far beyond help. And when death finally came, he welcomed it. That tom has been given another chance. A chance to live his life as intended, and to heal the wounds he received all those moons ago. He does not know of his history, only of the depression and weakness that seeps into this life even from the last. He won't understand, but he will try his damndest to do what he can. 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☆ Autumn Skylark Tornado |