Post by Ritz on Aug 11, 2007 21:14:32 GMT -5
"To Make things perfectly clear; when you go to the noose, you'll go alone."
A random cobalt quote
Name:
Cobalt
Age:
28 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
None
Clan:
None
Pictures:
(X)
Appearance:
Cobalt is a diluted tortoiseshell with bright cobalt colored eyes. Thus how he got his name. His ears are a bit big for him, but Cobalt likes 'em. He thinks they give him character. His chest is a creamy white color, along with the lower right half of his face. All along his back, sides, and paws, are a mix between shades of gray, orangish, and cream colors. Basically, he's got the kind of fur thats incredibly hard to see through the underbrush. Minus the bright blue eyes.
The torties frame is thin and wiry. He eats whatever he gets, which usually turns out to be crowfood. Which, consequently, makes him very thin, and his muscles very wiry. His thin frame coupled with his long legs make him very fast, and difficult to outrun. His body, from fur color to the pads of his paws, makes him a perfect hunter. Not that he hunts anything besides what he's hired to hunt. Why bother when there are better things to do?
Personality:
Brave? Heroic? Courageous? Not in the slightest. Cobalt is all about himself, and his prizes. Cobalt is the self-proclaimed eyes, ears, and claws of anyone who feels they need him. Or, at least those that can pay. Want to find out what your mates been doing after hours? Want to know what your enemies are up to? Want to have someone knocked off? Cobalt does it all without the slightest blip of a feeling that he's doing something wrong.
Cobalt does what he does, and loves what he does. Tell him to murder an innocent kit, and chances are he won't think twice of it. Hurting himself, though? Your out of your mind. He looks out for the number one; Himself. The one thing he doesn't do well of all the jobs he takes, is being a bodyguard. Once again, he looks out for himself; no others.
No one can really call themselves his "friends". He doesn't care enough to make friends. Oh he likes partner jobs, but chances are he'll use it partner as a scapegoat so he can get away safe.
The selfish brat.
He sometimes refers jokingly to himself as "Magpie", due to the price of the various 'jobs' he takes on. He doesn't collect catnip, or anything like that. No, Cobalt is fascinated with objects like twoleg things, or interesting rocks. He requests payment for any of his jobs in these things he finds interesting. If he doesn't like what you offer, or if you don't offer enough, he'll turn tail and walk away.
Cobalt is fairly trustworthy, depending on how you deal with him. But don't make the mistake of thinking he's on your side. Cobalt doesn't take a side, and, when he does, it usually the side that pays most.
History:
Cobalt grew up in a band of rouges. When he was just a small kit, everyone called him Magpie because of his fascination with strange objects, and the viciousness he attacked with when someone tried to take his toys away. One other thing others noticed him for was that he seemed to be born without a conscience. He didn't mind stealing or doing anything 'wrong', and no one could drill into his head that he was being bad. In fact, "bad" wasn't even a concept the diluted tortie could understand.
Some of the rouges were like him; selfish, uncaring, and downright mean. But, still, the majority was boring adult content to live their lives exactly as they were until they died. Cobalt didn't want that life, so he left. He was 8 moons old at the time, and bored enough to wander around with absolutely no idea where he was going.
He chanced across a group of eight or so kittypets, who where seemingly at war with another group of kittypets on the other side of there neighborhood. Cobalt didn't pay attention to detail, but discovered it had something to do with cats from one group using the others territory for their general use, and they offended the other group by doing so. The entire time the kittypets were ranting at Cobalt, he was staring at the bells on their collars. He noticed that they jingled when the tamed cats would move, and how the gold-painted balls would glint in the bright sun.
One of the kittypets jumped when he curiously reached out to bat at his bell, and asked what he was doing (not at all calm at this point). Cobalt ignored him and asked what he wanted for the bell. The kittypets were surprised, but joked that if Cobalt could kill the leader of the rival kittypets, they'd give him the bell. Cobalt agreed, to the house pets obvious surprise, but said that he wanted all their bells if he did it.
So, of course, Cobalt went and attacked the kittypet leader of the rival gang. Being a fat slow house pet, the leader fell easily, and Cobalt went back to collect his prizes. He decided that this was what he wanted to do from now on; he'd take on jobs like the kittypets had given him, in exchange for whatever it was he wanted from whoever it was he was who hired him. A perfect job for the cat with no Conscience.
Other:
Anyone may hire him, just have a few shiny objects ready for when you want to
.
IC:
Cobalt grinned to himself as he nudged a strange-looking twoleg thing with a paw. It looked like a shiny round but flat rock, on top of a shiny flat stick. The kittypet that had given it to him in trade for a mouse he'd found had called it a 'spoon'. Cobalt didn't know it's real purpose, but he moved it until the light of the moon outside the cave caught it in its round center and the reflected light glittered on the cave ceiling. Cobalt was fascinated by this, looking up at the light, and then down at the spoon-thing. The glare from the shiny spoon irritated his eyes slightly, so he moved it make to the semi-darkness.
He gazed down into the 'spoon' and saw himself staring back. How odd, just like a pool of water. His reflection seemed odd though, his face was much too big and his body was far to small. He moved his head to the left, puzzling why his head shrunk, but his ear got bigger in his 'spoon' self. What strange creatures twolegs were! Cobalt left the spoon for further investigation, and instead studied a glittering rock. This was something he'd found. It was a regular gray rock, that caught the moon in tiny glints all over it's surface. Cobalt didn't care about anything living, but his many treasures interested him to no end. He thought it was strange that twoleg things and natural things could be so different.
But hey, that was the Magpie. His attention span was as long as an inchworm, unless he was hired for it to be longer.
Cobalt
Age:
28 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
None
Clan:
None
Pictures:
(X)
Appearance:
Cobalt is a diluted tortoiseshell with bright cobalt colored eyes. Thus how he got his name. His ears are a bit big for him, but Cobalt likes 'em. He thinks they give him character. His chest is a creamy white color, along with the lower right half of his face. All along his back, sides, and paws, are a mix between shades of gray, orangish, and cream colors. Basically, he's got the kind of fur thats incredibly hard to see through the underbrush. Minus the bright blue eyes.
The torties frame is thin and wiry. He eats whatever he gets, which usually turns out to be crowfood. Which, consequently, makes him very thin, and his muscles very wiry. His thin frame coupled with his long legs make him very fast, and difficult to outrun. His body, from fur color to the pads of his paws, makes him a perfect hunter. Not that he hunts anything besides what he's hired to hunt. Why bother when there are better things to do?
Personality:
Brave? Heroic? Courageous? Not in the slightest. Cobalt is all about himself, and his prizes. Cobalt is the self-proclaimed eyes, ears, and claws of anyone who feels they need him. Or, at least those that can pay. Want to find out what your mates been doing after hours? Want to know what your enemies are up to? Want to have someone knocked off? Cobalt does it all without the slightest blip of a feeling that he's doing something wrong.
Cobalt does what he does, and loves what he does. Tell him to murder an innocent kit, and chances are he won't think twice of it. Hurting himself, though? Your out of your mind. He looks out for the number one; Himself. The one thing he doesn't do well of all the jobs he takes, is being a bodyguard. Once again, he looks out for himself; no others.
No one can really call themselves his "friends". He doesn't care enough to make friends. Oh he likes partner jobs, but chances are he'll use it partner as a scapegoat so he can get away safe.
The selfish brat.
He sometimes refers jokingly to himself as "Magpie", due to the price of the various 'jobs' he takes on. He doesn't collect catnip, or anything like that. No, Cobalt is fascinated with objects like twoleg things, or interesting rocks. He requests payment for any of his jobs in these things he finds interesting. If he doesn't like what you offer, or if you don't offer enough, he'll turn tail and walk away.
Cobalt is fairly trustworthy, depending on how you deal with him. But don't make the mistake of thinking he's on your side. Cobalt doesn't take a side, and, when he does, it usually the side that pays most.
History:
Cobalt grew up in a band of rouges. When he was just a small kit, everyone called him Magpie because of his fascination with strange objects, and the viciousness he attacked with when someone tried to take his toys away. One other thing others noticed him for was that he seemed to be born without a conscience. He didn't mind stealing or doing anything 'wrong', and no one could drill into his head that he was being bad. In fact, "bad" wasn't even a concept the diluted tortie could understand.
Some of the rouges were like him; selfish, uncaring, and downright mean. But, still, the majority was boring adult content to live their lives exactly as they were until they died. Cobalt didn't want that life, so he left. He was 8 moons old at the time, and bored enough to wander around with absolutely no idea where he was going.
He chanced across a group of eight or so kittypets, who where seemingly at war with another group of kittypets on the other side of there neighborhood. Cobalt didn't pay attention to detail, but discovered it had something to do with cats from one group using the others territory for their general use, and they offended the other group by doing so. The entire time the kittypets were ranting at Cobalt, he was staring at the bells on their collars. He noticed that they jingled when the tamed cats would move, and how the gold-painted balls would glint in the bright sun.
One of the kittypets jumped when he curiously reached out to bat at his bell, and asked what he was doing (not at all calm at this point). Cobalt ignored him and asked what he wanted for the bell. The kittypets were surprised, but joked that if Cobalt could kill the leader of the rival kittypets, they'd give him the bell. Cobalt agreed, to the house pets obvious surprise, but said that he wanted all their bells if he did it.
So, of course, Cobalt went and attacked the kittypet leader of the rival gang. Being a fat slow house pet, the leader fell easily, and Cobalt went back to collect his prizes. He decided that this was what he wanted to do from now on; he'd take on jobs like the kittypets had given him, in exchange for whatever it was he wanted from whoever it was he was who hired him. A perfect job for the cat with no Conscience.
Other:
Anyone may hire him, just have a few shiny objects ready for when you want to
.IC:
Cobalt grinned to himself as he nudged a strange-looking twoleg thing with a paw. It looked like a shiny round but flat rock, on top of a shiny flat stick. The kittypet that had given it to him in trade for a mouse he'd found had called it a 'spoon'. Cobalt didn't know it's real purpose, but he moved it until the light of the moon outside the cave caught it in its round center and the reflected light glittered on the cave ceiling. Cobalt was fascinated by this, looking up at the light, and then down at the spoon-thing. The glare from the shiny spoon irritated his eyes slightly, so he moved it make to the semi-darkness.
He gazed down into the 'spoon' and saw himself staring back. How odd, just like a pool of water. His reflection seemed odd though, his face was much too big and his body was far to small. He moved his head to the left, puzzling why his head shrunk, but his ear got bigger in his 'spoon' self. What strange creatures twolegs were! Cobalt left the spoon for further investigation, and instead studied a glittering rock. This was something he'd found. It was a regular gray rock, that caught the moon in tiny glints all over it's surface. Cobalt didn't care about anything living, but his many treasures interested him to no end. He thought it was strange that twoleg things and natural things could be so different.
But hey, that was the Magpie. His attention span was as long as an inchworm, unless he was hired for it to be longer.
[Blade and Feline]
