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[-- Kerosene ]]

[ -- Zephyr -- ]

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{ Fourteen Moons
Stormy Eyes
Pearly Pelt
Loner
Tom }

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Appearance:

Shining fearfully at those who watch are stormy blue eyes. Their color is much like that of the sky after a bad storm. The reason Zephyr never lies is because the truth is revealed in his eyes. Fear, joy, anger, sorrow; all are shown. Gazing into them can be as overwhelming as it would be to feel that which he does, the emotion betrayed in them is so strong. His night vision is weak which is odd for cats, but that and his flashy pelt have given him a fear of darkness. His eyes seem to be spaced perfectly on his face, and are almond shaped.

His pelt is thin, showing through to pale pink skin around his belly and face. This causes him to get cold very easily, so winter is not a favorite time of his. While most would say his fur is colored white, it is actually a very light gray. The only way to see this is to look at a strange marking on his left shoulder. It is small, only a little bit bigger than a cats paw, but still visible. Shaped like a wind swirl, it is obvious that this is where Zephyr earned his unique name. It is about as white as white can be.

Zephyr has always been scrawny, and is a bit small for his age. He is good at neither hunting nor fighting as he is not very strong or fast. His skills at both are only just enough to keep him alive.

Personality:

Getting this tom to speak is a bit of a task, as he is not only frightened of most anything that moves, but is also very shy. Even if you are lucky enough to know him well, he will still say very little for he feels no need to waste on breath on insignificant things. No need to fill that awkward silence. The only time he has been known to speak more than several short sentences at a time is when he is defending something he believes in. At such times his voice deepens and grows stern, his eyes turn dark and, if you are opposing him, seem to shoot daggers. His words then are straight to the point and more convincing than what most could come up with.

Underneath the scrawny, skittish tom is a soft and sweet young cat. He is willing to go out of his way to help someone else, and tries to put his own needs after those of others. He also hardly ever lies, an odd thing to be sure. Those times when he does lie though you can see it in his eyes for they will not support something they know to be untrue. But more than anything else, Zephyr longs for a friend, someone he knows for sure he can trust. He had that once in a long lost sister, but has since given up his futile search to rediscover her. Will you be the one to befriend him?

History:

I was born in a cramped stall in an old, worn down barn. All around were the sad mews of other captive cats, but my parents shielded me from the worst of it. I had a sister then too; her name was Leina. My parents were always nervous, as if someone would run in and snatch away their kits. They had good reason to be. Before my sister and I were even weaned one of the cruel men who worked at this place came in to get us. We were frightened, as any kit would be. But the pet store life was obviously not to be for Leina and I, for with the help of several other cats in the stall our parents distracted the man long enough for us two to slip out the door. I still do not know how they did it. All I knew then was that I was out in the wide world, alone except for my sister.

For several moons Leina and I stuck together to care for each other. One day though, she went off on her own, searching for something or another, and never returned. For ages I searched, but never did I find. I was cast into a sort of depression, living only because it was what my family would have wanted. The more time I spent alone, the more I became afraid. Of everything. I no longer have any desire to meet with other cats, for I fear I will just get them lost or killed as well. And so I wander, from here to there, searching for what I know I cannot find. This place I have recently entered is filled to the brim with the scent of other cats. Were it not for the abundance of prey there, I would leave. But I figure I will now not remain alone for long...

RP Example:

This was a post I did on SSM with a different version of Zephyr. While it has since been deleted by wish of myself I still like to use it for roleplay examples.

Through strange, unfamiliar land raced a pale gazed cat. His legs stretched out far over the ground in long strides, eating up the ground. If one listened very closely they might be able to discern the soft thump of his paws as they slammed into the ground. No one could know how long he had been going like this, for even he could not tell. A while was the best answer you would get. Yet he felt no pain, no hunger, no thirst. He was completely devoid of all feeling. Even his emotions were dimmed to practically nothing. A simple shell of a cat, surviving purely on instinct with no desire to regain some sense of reality. For now, that small spark of life was content to simply run. And run it did.

A time eventually came when that spark had to stop, or at least delay, its flight. The choice came out of necessity, for although the desire was to continue to run until there was no where left to go, the body this spirit dwelt in did not have everlasting strength and its legs were about to give out. So, however slowly and reluctantly, the quick pace seized to be. With that came a return of some semblance of consciousness to the body and the brain once more began to function with some sense of normalcy. He was in a sort of field with long strands of strong grass rising on either side. Directly in front of him was a sort of wall made of dense bushes, clearly overgrown. Beyond that, a thick dark forest. Obviously no one had been here in ages. It was just the sort of place that would provide a good place to rest. Perhaps he would even stay here for a bit. Perhaps.

He could have lain down where he was and slept, but something drew him forward into the forest. Although he was worn down to the point of breaking in more ways than one, he pushed on. No sense of time existed within his mind, so just a short while longer would do no harm. So forward he went. Into that foreboding forest few dared enter. Unlike before though, he was fully observant and drank in the sights of things around him. The tall pine trees with their dark needles which coated the ground like a large blanket. Somewhere up ahead was the sound of running water. The scent of prey was also thick in this part. Such things gradually drew him back to reality. A place he was not sure he wanted to remain, for nothing but pain had ever met him when he lurked there. Yet he was powerless to stop the progression.

Time passed, and the trees began to thin, revealing a dark building against the even darker sky. It was amazing his strength had held out this far. But then, it almost had no choice. By now the sharp pains of hunger, uncomfortable dryness of thirst, and ache of cracked paws had begun to plague him, and he was glad to have finally come to a temporary end of his journey to nowhere. A few steps later a plump mouse scurried fearlessly out in front of him. It met a quick end by the instinctive swipe of a pale paw. Dinner hanging from his mouth, the tom went to the stream which ran by the building. It was not the cleanest or sweetest water around, but it was drinkable and that was all that mattered. After consuming a hurried meal, he moved a few feet until he was under a small, but thickly leaved tree. It would provide him with shelter for the night. And then, in the blink of an eye, his surreal eyes had closed, and he was lost within the boundless world of dreams. Either terror or delight was sure to meet him there. It could be only one.

{ He is my precious, no one can touch
No other cats are played by me }

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