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seastone
fifty || demisexual|| deputy
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fifty || demisexual|| deputy
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do not go over three lines or otherwise it will
deeply mess with the form and make it look weird.
gray pointed tom with blue eyes
- one hundred words describing character's appearance. if you need ideas of what to include you can use their pelt coloration, eye color, fur length, scars, and distinguishing features.
PERSONALITY
- At first glance, Seastone is a quiet one, contently laid-back with a calm sense of authority. He has a preference for listening to others, both to understand them better and take proper time to form his opinions. His position of authority has granted him a stern armor beneath this, particularly when faced with insubordination.
Despite his silence, Seastone isn’t very deep or intelligent. He’s more of an everyman, preferring simplistic, blunt speech and sticking to his moral principles rather than his mind. Often times, he has trouble voicing complexities and mixed emotions.
Seastone is foremost earnest; his tongue is not withheld for any cat, no matter their rank or willingness to receive it. This shows particularly true in the area of politics, as he believes he was granted his position to advise as well as assist, and to hold back his opinion would be a disservice to his role.
He spent most of his life as a rouge, but left the opportunism behind once he became a part of CreekClan, their daily lives of loyalty and morality inspiring him. It reminded him of his kithood, where such tales made him yearn for a judicial and orderly life. A rouge had to be vicious to survive in a world where every cat was for themselves, but a clan cat could afford honor; a concept Seastone fell in love with and pursues with his every breath.
Seastone does fully understand the order Warrior Code brings, and respects his leader and his words to a fault. However, neither will quell him to abandon his principles, and if he feels they are being infringed, he will speak up. He is a dove, advocating peace. This make him strive to be diplomatic; being open, respectful, and serious in the presence of other clans, and quick to halt a brewing conflict on borders, even if it means verbally scolding a fellow clanmate.
Seastone is very protective of his leader and those close to him, and may take unwanted action he believes to be in their best interest. He also feels the need to stand for those without a voice in major decisions, and finds it in his best nature to conserve even the most insignificant life.
The tom doesn’t believe in StarClan. He never encountered them, and sees no use in prayers. He sees the power of the future solely in the hands of cats, their actions melding the world instead of some mythical beings. It gives him a strong admiration and respect for leaders, particularly his own.
Seastone struggles with the concept of cold justice. He is lenient and forgiving, his empathizing heart too weak to give a cat a harsh punishment. He easily puts himself into other's eyes, no matter their past deeds, and affords them the sympathies he believes they deserve. He is very warm because of this, and those that break his silent shell will find a tom incredibly supportive and nonjudgmental. It makes him open-minded, uncaring of traditional values such as blood history or mate choices.
Emotions are weights to Seastone, and he has yet to find a way to gauge them. He is a passionate tom, and cannot always cover his feelings. He wears his heart on his sleeve, making him trustworthy on one hand, but easy prey for manipulators he has grown close to. His age has made him capable of working through grief, anger, and annoyance, but it won't stop him from expressing them whenever he experiences them, and it can often be inconvenient. However, has trouble with expressing and wording of his feelings, and can come across the wrong way.
Seastone is aware of his empathy, and how vulnerable it leaves him. Thus, his moons have made him more wary of others. However, once that armor is breached, he is once again exposed to be taken advantage of, for the tom trusts and loves those he had bonded with sincerely. And though he does forgive, Seastone always remembers those who harm him or his companions.
Steadfast and dependable, Seastone takes his duties very seriously. His clan obviously has the best of it, but cats that become companions, or his leader, are shown unfaltering devotion and loyalty. But he often can't help but feel jealousy, even in very petty situations. He is also defensive, feeling the need to explain his actions over and over to make sure they are fully understood. He hates his self-consciousness at times, and the ease in which he becomes embarrassed. but lends well to him being capable of change, or noticing his mistakes even if late. However, he is not devoid of confidence, and is very stubborn in arguments concerning safety or morality. However, the right words put sweetly enough can make him melt easily. It depends on the charisma of the speaker.
HISTORY
- Sea was born to a loner mother in a two-leg barn. She was a very young, beautiful blue tortie, with soft eyes and a gentle voice. The father was a mere passing rouge, a fling that Sea would never meet or know the name of.
Sea was a quiet, aloof kit. Behind his mother's soft shell was a raging she-cat who'd have outbursts at the drop of a dime. Her unpredictable and lashes lead Sea to be fearful and submissive at first, but as he grew older, and with the guidance of another she-cat in the barn, he got a backbone to her and imeasurable patience. Sea learned early how to decipher a cat raging or insulting to provoke a reaction and scapegoat, and one legitimacy hurt by another's own actions. Maple, a tough longer, would become a stronger parental and mentor figure to Sea in his mother's place. She was the one who taught him how to hunt the little mice that scuttled about the hay, for his mother never wanted her son to escape her tight grip by becoming self-reliant. The older she-cat also taught Sea about morality. Her unfaltering compassion for all cats inspired him, and she soon became an idolized role model. Sea began mirroring her behavior and maturity, He'd never be able to mimic her forgiveness, but he did her kindness. She also planted another ideal in his head; clan life. Safety, nobility, duty- a life to be dreamed and pursued. Though he saw them as nothing more than tall tales, they remained as memories in Sea's head.
Sea began his life as a rouge, exploring every inch of forest he could. Desperation turned him into an opportunist, his aunt's teachings repressed for the sake of survival. Fishing, climbing, sneaking- he adaptabed all skills to survival, but in turn lost some of his social warmth. His need to live brought him to isolation, and he bcame a little distant to cold to other rouges as a resilt.
Juniper was lost. A fox trapped it's jaws around, and a gasp before the crack of her neck the last he heard of his love. The pain followed him for many moons, but he repressed it well. He felt lost and afraid, of both comittment and of the future. The afterlife was a concept her lusted to understand, so he'd know his mate could be seen again. Moons past, and her death became a mere fact in the back of his mind, and the wanderlust.
At 30 moons, he encountered the Clans for the first time. A young she-cat encoutnered him on the border, she broke the law, and was
Maple had been a a cat of Clan ancestry, and his claim to be her bastard was, rather eluctantly, accepted. He recsived what he needed; a name. Stormbreeze, a she-cat queen who once lived in RiverClan, had left to be with a rouge tom many, many moons ago, taking her litter with her. If he spoke with passion and confidence, as well as the information Lilactail prvided, he could begn his trials and join. It was then, with a mixed heart, he told a lie in the face of many. Or, at least what he didn't entirely know as truth. He swore it would be the last time he did so, particularly after the muted kindness he recieved from some within the Clan after his exhausting trials were passed. He was awarded the name Seastone. Though his first moons were an awkward, uncomfortable time, he tolerated them with the promise of a better future. The next 20 moons he lived proving himself to others, with his honest, blunt tongue and loyalty. His kindess and deceny won the occasional heart as well,
He understands his history, and impure blood will forever shadow his potential and respect from others, and keeps his mouth closed whenever he's challenged on the matter. His allowance into the Clan, and unexpected promotion to Deputy utterly baffled him, and warmed him with respect, admirtion, and strong affection for the leader. He is quietly respectful and internally, unrestricted devoted and loyal to the leader.
SAMPLE
- The tension reminded him of that before a storm. Fear-filled eyes, prickled pelts, voices as still as the air. He felt the white fur on his shoulders stand when the words rebounded through camp,
"Sablefrost."
Of all moons, of all the moments, it was now the brown tabby chose to enter, great frame looming in camp like the presence of a serene fox. He was so cool and emotionless it almost brought shudders to him, for Seastone knew that that was the most fearsome of rage. Graypaw was a mouse beside Pinewhisker.
The deputy assumed this wasn't war call, with no TreeClan warriors at the leader's flank. With a sinking of heart, Seastone realized Graypaw had committed some crime that Pinewhisker felt needed an audience to address. A public humiliation to centerpiece a minor's mistake. He knew little of the tom before, but now had a much better feeling for the brute's personality.
CreekClan's leader could have handled this easily, with icy detachment and justice unquestioned. But Sablefrost was not here. Gone with the medicine cat and leaving Seastone a responsibility he had thought of as simple before.
He took a deep breath, the blue Siamese closing his eyes in effort to still his heart, before rising to his paws. Seastone padded forward, aware of the eyes falling onto his gaunt frame, and stood a fox-length or two from Pinewhisker, blue eyes meeting his yellow. The deputy dipped his head in respect. "Pinewhisker." his voice was cool and brisk, with a more serious edge considering the weight of his words, "Sablefrost is away," he paused for a millisecond, mind blanking on just how best to put his next sentence, "I'll answer your concerns."
For a moment, his ocean pools fell onto Graypaw, and the strong mask broke to one of pity. The apprentice's emotions mirrored into his own like the slam of of a wave; the crashing embarrassment, the terror of ruining a delicate peace... forcing himself to undergo the most intense effort in his life not to quake in the storm of emotions. Seastone removed himself, wiping his mind clean, and coldly met Pinewhisker's eyes again. He'd help the little tom, and quell his deep-routed fear in the best way he knew; stopping a mouse-brained conflict.
- one hundred words describing character's appearance. if you need ideas of what to include you can use their pelt coloration, eye color, fur length, scars, and distinguishing features.
PERSONALITY
- At first glance, Seastone is a quiet one, contently laid-back with a calm sense of authority. He has a preference for listening to others, both to understand them better and take proper time to form his opinions. His position of authority has granted him a stern armor beneath this, particularly when faced with insubordination.
Despite his silence, Seastone isn’t very deep or intelligent. He’s more of an everyman, preferring simplistic, blunt speech and sticking to his moral principles rather than his mind. Often times, he has trouble voicing complexities and mixed emotions.
Seastone is foremost earnest; his tongue is not withheld for any cat, no matter their rank or willingness to receive it. This shows particularly true in the area of politics, as he believes he was granted his position to advise as well as assist, and to hold back his opinion would be a disservice to his role.
He spent most of his life as a rouge, but left the opportunism behind once he became a part of CreekClan, their daily lives of loyalty and morality inspiring him. It reminded him of his kithood, where such tales made him yearn for a judicial and orderly life. A rouge had to be vicious to survive in a world where every cat was for themselves, but a clan cat could afford honor; a concept Seastone fell in love with and pursues with his every breath.
Seastone does fully understand the order Warrior Code brings, and respects his leader and his words to a fault. However, neither will quell him to abandon his principles, and if he feels they are being infringed, he will speak up. He is a dove, advocating peace. This make him strive to be diplomatic; being open, respectful, and serious in the presence of other clans, and quick to halt a brewing conflict on borders, even if it means verbally scolding a fellow clanmate.
Seastone is very protective of his leader and those close to him, and may take unwanted action he believes to be in their best interest. He also feels the need to stand for those without a voice in major decisions, and finds it in his best nature to conserve even the most insignificant life.
The tom doesn’t believe in StarClan. He never encountered them, and sees no use in prayers. He sees the power of the future solely in the hands of cats, their actions melding the world instead of some mythical beings. It gives him a strong admiration and respect for leaders, particularly his own.
Seastone struggles with the concept of cold justice. He is lenient and forgiving, his empathizing heart too weak to give a cat a harsh punishment. He easily puts himself into other's eyes, no matter their past deeds, and affords them the sympathies he believes they deserve. He is very warm because of this, and those that break his silent shell will find a tom incredibly supportive and nonjudgmental. It makes him open-minded, uncaring of traditional values such as blood history or mate choices.
Emotions are weights to Seastone, and he has yet to find a way to gauge them. He is a passionate tom, and cannot always cover his feelings. He wears his heart on his sleeve, making him trustworthy on one hand, but easy prey for manipulators he has grown close to. His age has made him capable of working through grief, anger, and annoyance, but it won't stop him from expressing them whenever he experiences them, and it can often be inconvenient. However, has trouble with expressing and wording of his feelings, and can come across the wrong way.
Seastone is aware of his empathy, and how vulnerable it leaves him. Thus, his moons have made him more wary of others. However, once that armor is breached, he is once again exposed to be taken advantage of, for the tom trusts and loves those he had bonded with sincerely. And though he does forgive, Seastone always remembers those who harm him or his companions.
Steadfast and dependable, Seastone takes his duties very seriously. His clan obviously has the best of it, but cats that become companions, or his leader, are shown unfaltering devotion and loyalty. But he often can't help but feel jealousy, even in very petty situations. He is also defensive, feeling the need to explain his actions over and over to make sure they are fully understood. He hates his self-consciousness at times, and the ease in which he becomes embarrassed. but lends well to him being capable of change, or noticing his mistakes even if late. However, he is not devoid of confidence, and is very stubborn in arguments concerning safety or morality. However, the right words put sweetly enough can make him melt easily. It depends on the charisma of the speaker.
HISTORY
- Sea was born to a loner mother in a two-leg barn. She was a very young, beautiful blue tortie, with soft eyes and a gentle voice. The father was a mere passing rouge, a fling that Sea would never meet or know the name of.
Sea was a quiet, aloof kit. Behind his mother's soft shell was a raging she-cat who'd have outbursts at the drop of a dime. Her unpredictable and lashes lead Sea to be fearful and submissive at first, but as he grew older, and with the guidance of another she-cat in the barn, he got a backbone to her and imeasurable patience. Sea learned early how to decipher a cat raging or insulting to provoke a reaction and scapegoat, and one legitimacy hurt by another's own actions. Maple, a tough longer, would become a stronger parental and mentor figure to Sea in his mother's place. She was the one who taught him how to hunt the little mice that scuttled about the hay, for his mother never wanted her son to escape her tight grip by becoming self-reliant. The older she-cat also taught Sea about morality. Her unfaltering compassion for all cats inspired him, and she soon became an idolized role model. Sea began mirroring her behavior and maturity, He'd never be able to mimic her forgiveness, but he did her kindness. She also planted another ideal in his head; clan life. Safety, nobility, duty- a life to be dreamed and pursued. Though he saw them as nothing more than tall tales, they remained as memories in Sea's head.
Sea began his life as a rouge, exploring every inch of forest he could. Desperation turned him into an opportunist, his aunt's teachings repressed for the sake of survival. Fishing, climbing, sneaking- he adaptabed all skills to survival, but in turn lost some of his social warmth. His need to live brought him to isolation, and he bcame a little distant to cold to other rouges as a resilt.
Juniper was lost. A fox trapped it's jaws around, and a gasp before the crack of her neck the last he heard of his love. The pain followed him for many moons, but he repressed it well. He felt lost and afraid, of both comittment and of the future. The afterlife was a concept her lusted to understand, so he'd know his mate could be seen again. Moons past, and her death became a mere fact in the back of his mind, and the wanderlust.
At 30 moons, he encountered the Clans for the first time. A young she-cat encoutnered him on the border, she broke the law, and was
Maple had been a a cat of Clan ancestry, and his claim to be her bastard was, rather eluctantly, accepted. He recsived what he needed; a name. Stormbreeze, a she-cat queen who once lived in RiverClan, had left to be with a rouge tom many, many moons ago, taking her litter with her. If he spoke with passion and confidence, as well as the information Lilactail prvided, he could begn his trials and join. It was then, with a mixed heart, he told a lie in the face of many. Or, at least what he didn't entirely know as truth. He swore it would be the last time he did so, particularly after the muted kindness he recieved from some within the Clan after his exhausting trials were passed. He was awarded the name Seastone. Though his first moons were an awkward, uncomfortable time, he tolerated them with the promise of a better future. The next 20 moons he lived proving himself to others, with his honest, blunt tongue and loyalty. His kindess and deceny won the occasional heart as well,
He understands his history, and impure blood will forever shadow his potential and respect from others, and keeps his mouth closed whenever he's challenged on the matter. His allowance into the Clan, and unexpected promotion to Deputy utterly baffled him, and warmed him with respect, admirtion, and strong affection for the leader. He is quietly respectful and internally, unrestricted devoted and loyal to the leader.
SAMPLE
- The tension reminded him of that before a storm. Fear-filled eyes, prickled pelts, voices as still as the air. He felt the white fur on his shoulders stand when the words rebounded through camp,
"Sablefrost."
Of all moons, of all the moments, it was now the brown tabby chose to enter, great frame looming in camp like the presence of a serene fox. He was so cool and emotionless it almost brought shudders to him, for Seastone knew that that was the most fearsome of rage. Graypaw was a mouse beside Pinewhisker.
The deputy assumed this wasn't war call, with no TreeClan warriors at the leader's flank. With a sinking of heart, Seastone realized Graypaw had committed some crime that Pinewhisker felt needed an audience to address. A public humiliation to centerpiece a minor's mistake. He knew little of the tom before, but now had a much better feeling for the brute's personality.
CreekClan's leader could have handled this easily, with icy detachment and justice unquestioned. But Sablefrost was not here. Gone with the medicine cat and leaving Seastone a responsibility he had thought of as simple before.
He took a deep breath, the blue Siamese closing his eyes in effort to still his heart, before rising to his paws. Seastone padded forward, aware of the eyes falling onto his gaunt frame, and stood a fox-length or two from Pinewhisker, blue eyes meeting his yellow. The deputy dipped his head in respect. "Pinewhisker." his voice was cool and brisk, with a more serious edge considering the weight of his words, "Sablefrost is away," he paused for a millisecond, mind blanking on just how best to put his next sentence, "I'll answer your concerns."
For a moment, his ocean pools fell onto Graypaw, and the strong mask broke to one of pity. The apprentice's emotions mirrored into his own like the slam of of a wave; the crashing embarrassment, the terror of ruining a delicate peace... forcing himself to undergo the most intense effort in his life not to quake in the storm of emotions. Seastone removed himself, wiping his mind clean, and coldly met Pinewhisker's eyes again. He'd help the little tom, and quell his deep-routed fear in the best way he knew; stopping a mouse-brained conflict.
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