Post by {N}yr.oc~ on May 7, 2008 21:44:55 GMT -5
Name:Nyroc
Age:9,820 moons
Gender:Male
Code Word:Icon
What Form Are You Using?:Clan Cat form
Clan:Shadow Lands
Rank:Leader
Short Physical Descrpiton: Slick ebony fur covers his entire body, and is blacker than the darkness. Be careful, your shadow may betray you... He also has dark, blood red eyes that glow ominuiously in the dark. His claws are sharp and he has the ability to morph four times his size. He becomes about the size of a twoleg nest, and his claws measure the length of young saplings. If he is hit by water in this state, he will be sent to Oblivion forever, never to return. None of the clan cats know his secret, however.
Personality: Nyroc pure evil. He conducts experiments on mortals and has minons belonging to the shadow realms. However, he has no contact to oblivion and fears it deeply. It's one of his few fears. His other great fear is of water, but that is a story from his past. It burns his skin off whenever it touches him. He is also a master of spells and potion making.
History: Nyroc was born Nightkit into a small clan known as Auburn Clan, and he had yellow eyes then. His father was a hard old cat who wanted Nyroc to be perfect. He trained him brutally every day, until he got his warrior name of Nightterror. One day, his father banished him from the clan and never wished to see him again. So Nyroc ran far away, to a nearby villiage house. He meowed at the door of a house that of a witch named Rozela. She let him in, and conducted an expiriment turning his eyes red, and naming him Nyroc. He learned all of his magic controling and poultice creating skills from her. Belive it or not, he found a loving mate named Gwendolen. Life couldn't of been better for Nyroc. Until the villiagers came. They tied his misstress to a post and burned her to death, along with her house and life's work. The villagers put Nyroc and his mate into seperate cloth bags, and threw them into the lake. Nyroc was able to break free of his sack, and tried to save Gwendolen as she sunk lower into the lake. But he wasn't quick enough, and couldn't save her. He later crawled out of the lake, and slipped slowly into death. The hands of Star Clan wouldn't take him because of his owner and the way he betrayed his clan, and was sent to a place Star Clan made called the Shadow Lands. Gwendolen couldn't be saved by Star Clan, and was sent to Oblivion. Nyroc vowed to destroy Star Clan, and all of the other clans with it.
RP Example
Nyroc could feel the presense of another. He stopped, the rain still pouring down on him. He could tell it was a tom, from his smell. And he was angry, too. "A rouge, I see..." he heard the great tom mutter, Nyroc could tell he was looking down on him like dirt. Nyroc caught more scents, trying to figure out where this cat was from. His claws were still unseathed, but he wouldn't use them on the tom. Nyroc didn't attack like that, he always came from behind and with stealth. No doubt, this was a loner like him.
Nyroc's anger had ebbed away very slightly, but he was controling himself. He had said nothing to the tom, he didn't feel he had to. His red eyes blinked in a scowl, the rain was letting up into a light drizzle now Nyroc simply grunted in contempt, catching another scent. A scent of death covered the tom. He had killed a clan cat. "What does that make you?" he asked in reply of his statement, his dark voice rippling. The tom seathed his claws, his tail flicking slowly in the light rain.
Image/Picture: Don't really have one. Oh btw, I'm not Cinders. I am Moonleaf, (Steale now), the original player of Nyroc.
Age:9,820 moons
Gender:Male
Code Word:Icon
What Form Are You Using?:Clan Cat form
Clan:Shadow Lands
Rank:Leader
Short Physical Descrpiton: Slick ebony fur covers his entire body, and is blacker than the darkness. Be careful, your shadow may betray you... He also has dark, blood red eyes that glow ominuiously in the dark. His claws are sharp and he has the ability to morph four times his size. He becomes about the size of a twoleg nest, and his claws measure the length of young saplings. If he is hit by water in this state, he will be sent to Oblivion forever, never to return. None of the clan cats know his secret, however.
Personality: Nyroc pure evil. He conducts experiments on mortals and has minons belonging to the shadow realms. However, he has no contact to oblivion and fears it deeply. It's one of his few fears. His other great fear is of water, but that is a story from his past. It burns his skin off whenever it touches him. He is also a master of spells and potion making.
History: Nyroc was born Nightkit into a small clan known as Auburn Clan, and he had yellow eyes then. His father was a hard old cat who wanted Nyroc to be perfect. He trained him brutally every day, until he got his warrior name of Nightterror. One day, his father banished him from the clan and never wished to see him again. So Nyroc ran far away, to a nearby villiage house. He meowed at the door of a house that of a witch named Rozela. She let him in, and conducted an expiriment turning his eyes red, and naming him Nyroc. He learned all of his magic controling and poultice creating skills from her. Belive it or not, he found a loving mate named Gwendolen. Life couldn't of been better for Nyroc. Until the villiagers came. They tied his misstress to a post and burned her to death, along with her house and life's work. The villagers put Nyroc and his mate into seperate cloth bags, and threw them into the lake. Nyroc was able to break free of his sack, and tried to save Gwendolen as she sunk lower into the lake. But he wasn't quick enough, and couldn't save her. He later crawled out of the lake, and slipped slowly into death. The hands of Star Clan wouldn't take him because of his owner and the way he betrayed his clan, and was sent to a place Star Clan made called the Shadow Lands. Gwendolen couldn't be saved by Star Clan, and was sent to Oblivion. Nyroc vowed to destroy Star Clan, and all of the other clans with it.
RP Example
Nyroc could feel the presense of another. He stopped, the rain still pouring down on him. He could tell it was a tom, from his smell. And he was angry, too. "A rouge, I see..." he heard the great tom mutter, Nyroc could tell he was looking down on him like dirt. Nyroc caught more scents, trying to figure out where this cat was from. His claws were still unseathed, but he wouldn't use them on the tom. Nyroc didn't attack like that, he always came from behind and with stealth. No doubt, this was a loner like him.
Nyroc's anger had ebbed away very slightly, but he was controling himself. He had said nothing to the tom, he didn't feel he had to. His red eyes blinked in a scowl, the rain was letting up into a light drizzle now Nyroc simply grunted in contempt, catching another scent. A scent of death covered the tom. He had killed a clan cat. "What does that make you?" he asked in reply of his statement, his dark voice rippling. The tom seathed his claws, his tail flicking slowly in the light rain.
Image/Picture: Don't really have one. Oh btw, I'm not Cinders. I am Moonleaf, (Steale now), the original player of Nyroc.
