Dapper Amaroq

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Geez, this place moves fast! If you still need the apprentice name, I was hoping it would be Ringpaw.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

My god, a coherent Warriors RP. Would you mind if Rascal joined your clan?

Rascal/Ringpaw

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Name: Rascal (Ringpaw, if accepted)
Gender: Male
Age: 6 and a half moons
Rank Wanted: Newly accepted apprentice (eventually), but currently a loner.
Rank Received:

Appearance
Description: Rascal is a brownish grey and black tabby with a wide face and blue eyes. His paws are a light shade of brown, and his tail has black rings and ends on a blackened tip.
Pelt Colour: Brownish grey with black stripes
Body Type: older kitten, wide paws, compact, but with room to build muscle.
Eye Colour: yellowish green

Personality
Description: Ever since he was left behind by his owners, Rascal has always felt the need to prove himself as more than just a worthless kit. He's willing to try and do anything to prove that he's the greatest, even if he can't quite do everything he says. It doesn't matter much, though. Some cats will believe him if he tells them something, right?
Nobody needs to know if he can't do something, right? A few lies never hurt anyone...

Right?

Likes: Being the best at everything, acting like those strange forest cats, and eating kittypet bones (or so he'd want you to think).
Dislikes: He hates the usual cat things: dogs, foxes, badgers, and that one Siamese cat in twolegplace that calls him a liar. Also fish. They creep him out. Who ever heard of an animal that spent all of their time underwater? Fish are weird.
Wants: To be a Forest cat who hunted for their food and fought badgers! (He's even willing to eat a bone!)
Fears: Being worthless and unwanted
Strengths: Driven spirit, determined to succeed. Stubborn, in the sense that he's never willing to give up
Weaknesses: Naive and quick to anger. Also a liar.

History
Description: Rascal doesn't remember if he ever had a mother, or much of what happened when he was born. He remembers a hard silvery place with hard floors that were cold and strange boxes with bars that hurt his mouth when he tried to chew on them. That place was where he met the twoleg kit. He remembers going home with him and playing with him all time. It was fun being fed, and he even enjoyed being pet sometimes.

Then one day, they left the twoleg den. He thought they would be back. They always come back. He didn't know why they were putting everything in boxes, or that their new house didn't allow pets. The older twolegs never told him that they thought he could survive on his own. He just knows that they never came back, no matter how loud he meowed for food.

These days, he doesn't meow for food, he finds it in those shiny metal cans behind twoleg dens. He doesn't need a house either, he sleep in the open, like those forest cats he keeps hearing about. He's strong, fearless, and can take care of himself, just like a forest cat. In fact, he might go an join them, just to prove that he can!

Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: unknown mother
Other: Twoleg owners (moved to new home)

Escape the Tempest[Closed]

As the sun rose above the horizon, its beams fell through the clouds and across Damien's back. Surprised, he blinked and turned to look outside the storeroom window. Through squinted eyes, it dawned on him just how much time he had spent cleaning. Just as it was for the other employees, it was his daily routine to wake up early and straighten various rooms in the mansion before the guests were awake. This time, he had decided to prioritize the store room, but he hadn't realize just how long he had been working. The light of the morning sun shone down on the recently tidied storeroom. The boxes were sorted through, the tools were organized, and Damien was just finishing with the sweeping. Relieved to have finished his work, he wiped the sweat from his brow, relieved to have finished. Since he had finished there, he thought that he might as well check on the rest of the mansion. It was his primary duty as butler, after all.

After finishing in the storeroom, Damien cleaned himself off and headed for the dining hall, to check on the kitchen staff. Already he could hear the sounds of the new arrivals leaving their rooms, most likely wondering when breakfast would be served. If that was the case, then he had better see if the kitchen staff needed help. What he didn't expect was to find the place already filled with guests and servants alike. Maybe he should have been watching the time a little more closely.

Escape the Tempest[Closed]

Name: Damien Anthony

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Occupation: Butler

Appearance: Damien is a brown eyed, dark skinned man that stands a bit on the short side at 5 ft (152.4 cm). He has neck length, stiff black hair, a smooth square jaw, and a seemingly permanent scowl on his resting face. His broad shoulder emphasize the bulky frame beneath his uniform.

Personality: Damien has a bit of a bleak outlook on strangers to the mansion. He tends to be cold towards newcomers to the mansion, but eventually gets used to their presence, even if he still didn't like them. Those who would call him their "friend" would find him an extremely hard worker willing to handle any physical task, even though he is still abrasive to even his friends, as normal social grace doesn't apply when he doesn't feel like applying it.

Damien's defining trait is his honesty. However, honesty combined with his brash personality isn't always a good thing. He's never afraid of telling others what he thinks, and he often makes it a point to let them know just how angry he might be or how idiotic someone is. Anyone that might object to this sort of honesty would only be told that they were being childish. The truth is the truth, after all, and no amount of wordplay would make it any better.

History: Damien is a foreigner who hails from a well known country up north. His father was the head of a prominent thieves guild that often dabbled in murder and espionage. This father was anything but a perfect role model. He pretended to be a noble in public, but could be downright barbaric to those who worked under him. He was a heavy drinker, and became extremely violent when provoked. He had even killed Damien's mother, a concubine he had owned, after she bore his child and asked to leave the guild to take care of him. Damien, instead would be raised by tutors hired by his father. As he grew older, Damien's education would require him to build his muscle and learn business management skills, for his father hoped that he could one day hand over operations to his son. Damien, however, was growing to hate his father. A servant had told him of his mother's killer, and it disgusted him to think that his father got away with it. It's what lead him to finally set out on his own to try and escape the anger he felt growing up. His father threatened to cut him off from the family fortune, but it was exactly what Damien wanted. He headed south for warmer lands, penniless but confident that he could find a better life.

The job search turned out to be more difficult than he had thought it would be. Since he had never finished before leaving everything behind, he had trouble finding anyone who would hire someone with no real credentials other than "foreigner, willing to work for low payment". He leaped from job to job, ranging from serving tables at small restaurants to hunting, and other jobs, building an impressive resume with experience in a wide range of management and labor occupations. Eventually, he found himself looking for employment at the mansion. He resides there to this day.

Other: Despite his short stature, Damien puts forth an impressive presence, able to intimidate those much larger than himself. This, along with a sharp sense of smell, quick reflexes, and a number of odd traits make him seem almost like a wolverine.

Escape the Tempest[Closed]

Speaking of CS's, sorry I took so long on my own.

Damien Anthony

Age: Damien Anthony

Gender: Male

Occupation: Butler

Appearance: Damien is a brown eyed, dark skinned man that stands a bit on the short side at 5 ft (152.4 cm). He has neck length, stiff black hair, a smooth square jaw, and a seemingly permanent scowl on his resting face. His broad shoulder emphasize the bulky frame beneath his uniform.

Personality: Damien has a bit of a bleak outlook on strangers to the mansion. He tends to be cold towards newcomers to the mansion, but eventually gets used to their presence, even if he still didn't like them. Those who would call him their "friend" would find him an extremely hard worker willing to handle any physical task, even though he is still abrasive to even his friends, as normal social grace doesn't apply when he doesn't feel like applying it.

Damien's defining trait is his honesty. However, honesty combined with his brash personality isn't always a good thing. He's never afraid of telling others what he thinks, and he often makes it a point to let them know just how angry he might be or how idiotic someone is. Anyone that might object to this sort of honesty would only be told that they were being childish. The truth is the truth, after all, and no amount of wordplay would make it any better.

History: Damien is a foreigner who hails from a well known country up north. His father was the head of a prominent thieves guild that often dabbled in murder and espionage. This father was anything but a perfect role model. He pretended to be a noble in public, but could be downright barbaric to those who worked under him. He was a heavy drinker, and became extremely violent when provoked. He had even killed Damien's mother, a concubine he had owned, after she bore his child and asked to leave the guild to take care of him. Damien, instead would be raised by tutors hired by his father. As he grew older, Damien's education would require him to build his muscle and learn business management skills, for his father hoped that he could one day hand over operations to his son. Damien, however, was growing to hate his father. A servant had told him of his mother's killer, and it disgusted him to think that his father got away with it. It's what lead him to finally set out on his own to try and escape the anger he felt growing up. His father threatened to cut him off from the family fortune, but it was exactly what Damien wanted. He headed south for warmer lands, penniless but confident that he could find a better life.

The job search turned out to be more difficult than he had thought it would be. Since he had never finished before leaving everything behind, he had trouble finding anyone who would hire someone with no real credentials other than "foreigner, willing to work for low payment". He leaped from job to job, ranging from serving tables at small restaurants to hunting, and other jobs, building an impressive resume with experience in a wide range of management and labor occupations. Eventually, he found himself looking for employment at the mansion. He resides there to this day.

Other: Despite his short stature, Damien puts forth an impressive presence, able to intimidate those much larger than himself. This, along with a sharp sense of smell, quick reflexes, and a number of odd traits make him seem almost like a wolverine.

Escape the Tempest

I always love a good mystery. Count me in!

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