Fallen/Dual Blade/Tavaline Misterija WIP

Name: Fallen
Gender:Male
Age: 16 moons
Loyalty: Tavaline Misterija
Rank:Dual Blade


seems so long ago since we were carefree

At first glance, this cat is a black shadow. Colored pelt blending in with the darkness, he bears a coat of black and russet. The night fabric was cut from the sky to fit him, such shine and rich was it. Sunlight too rippled upon Fallen from the heavens, highlighting patches with a gorgeous golden. These were the gifts of the stars. Muscles easily show through the full yet short coat, as Fallen continued to travel. A smokey red stained the coat from the maple trees, and obsidian black swirled uppn the creatures' legs, of which are surprising flexible and swift. The cat came upon a moon-filled lake, from which colored his bright fur underneath as he waded though the waters. Silent pawsteps echoed to the final path, to an end, a beginning. Fallen recieved the final blessing from the angels that day, as the flames of a blue fire filled his eyes. Down he descended, to the place we call earth. Yet something had went wrong with the creation of this Tom. Perhaps it was the devils doing, perhaps it was fate. Whichever way, it became painfully apparent that Fallen had mismatching eyes, and a slightly crooked tail. Yet, maybe to make up for the blemishes, a small, almost nonexistent white star adorned his forehead, which the two-legs took as an omen. When he wandered into their reaches, the cat was treasured, loved, and treated as royalty. They painted the fur around his left eye a bright blue, to mark Fallen as 'different'. Eventually however, he escaped to the wilds, honing the instincts and building his sleek, yet strong build. It probably was for the best, or else he wouldn't have gotten this far.



photographs lost in time are all i see

Cold| Calculating | Hidden| Bitter | Double Personalties | Reserved| Held Back | agorrant | Flirty | Sensitive | Ambitious

A under-dog, working to please his master. Always trying to impress, nothing really important about him though. Is that Fallen? From the surface, yes. Inside? No. Fallen bears his job like a mask, meeting the standereds of the dual blade. He worms his way up to the chief, doing little things like complementing him or making sure his wishes are fulfilled. The things he do isn't liked by society in general, but Fallen doesn't mind. In fact, the Tom is disgusted by the works of the dual blade, always sucking up the leader like a leech. Perhaps the only thing he hates more are the Selir. Stupid she-cats. But he's got it all planned out. How to use the leader, who to find, when to get revenge... Inside this cat's mind, it's like a chess board. All his emotions are locked away as the queen, the ultimate power behind his reasons. The others are merely pawns on the board. But who can truly predict what will happen? Who is the true fallen? Will it be the cold, lying, bitter Fallen, or the cocky, agorrant, ambitious yet emotional Fallen? Or is there another side of him? This cat has as many mysteries behind him as leaves on a tree. When and who will uncover one? Only the Ser-Seri has the power to tell.



a pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me

Mother:Garlicia
Father: Harken
Sibling(s): Lucky, Clover, Fading
Mentor: Malice
Mate: none
Kits: a litter of fantur


thoughts running 'round my head today

(history at least 200 words- remember the plot!)



reminiscing my cares away

Roleplayer:Minty



'til i realize what life's meant to be

(roleplay sample here at least 200 words, doesn't need to be this character, only required once)



i'm the pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me