Syring Of the Black Fog

[Sheer]

Name: Syring In the Black Fog (Or Seth for short)
Gender: Tom
Moons: 53 moons
Rank: Stoneteller
Clan/Land: Mountains
Description:

Seth is part Nowegian Forest Cat/ skogkatt, part Signapura. Being so he has a rather feral appearance. He's inherited some of the Forest Cat's long hair in a dark gray ticking pattern despite having a thinner over coat. The undercoat is a lighter gray so most of his actual skin is white. The ticking pattern is similar to a spotted tabby without the large spots. His eyes are heterochromia which means they are different colors. His left eye is blue while his right one is amber. He inherited the smaller and lithe size of a Singapura cat making him more of a prey-hunter looking cat then a cave-guard

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History // Past:

When Seth was born he didn't have the faintest clue why his mom and dad gave him such a complex name. He barely knew how to pronounce "Syring" for the first moon of his life. That was rather irritating for the young kit so he thought up a nickname and referred to himself as "Seth" ever since even though some still call him Syring. Another unfortunate thing was the fact that he was mixed breed. Singapura build and Forest Cat hair don't exactly mix very well so as a kit he looked rather like a grayish puff ball mushroom. As a to-be he was rather undecided on what he wanted to be. Prey hunting can only be interesting for so long and cave guarding took immense patience to wait for that one chance to nail an enemy. Eventually he chose prey-hunter. For most of his to-be life he was considered remarkably unremarkable. He didn't see the point in being creative about catching prey. You sit on a rock, wait for a hawk to come by, jump on it, kill it. Simple as that. One day near the summer close to when he training was finished Seth wandered further then he usually did. He ran into a small black ragged looking cat. It must've been half mad with hunger because it attacked him on sight. Starving or not it was a good fighter and being a prey-hunter Seth himself didn't have much combat training. The black cat gave him several wild bites until he started to burn up with rage. Gritting his teeth he clawed into the black cat's stomach giving it a serious wound. But in a surge of excitment he didn't kill it immeditely. He watched it die slowly of it's wound writhing and yowling in pain. He felt light-hearted and wildly happy that he was tetering on the possibility of madness for a few seconds. However the trick didn't work on prey, he didn't hate 'em enough, infact he didn't hate prey at all. They needed prey to survive and the fast you kill it the fresher it'll be. But when he met an enemy it was all different, he'd lose it and strike vital points quickly and watch them die slowly. His elders disapproved of this but couldn't stop him. After becoming a full prey-hunter he became faintly interested in herbs. Not for their healing powers but because of their bitter taste and the creative possiblities to make them taste better. He was mainly picked for Healer because of his ability with herbs and his skills as a fighter, sadistic or not

Personality:

Seth is enigmatic, he expresses his emotions faintly but his vacant eyes are completely unresposive. No one really knows what's going on in his head regardless of what he says. He usually seems calm and more or less content but while facing an opponent he becomes dangerous and fights like a beserker. Any opponent, tribe-mate and enemy alike so he refrains from sparing with anyone. Aside of that he shows no extreme emotions. If he's unhappy he'll just look a little upset and rebuke but it's not possible to push him over the edge. Seth can become obsessed with something and forget the rest of the world. When he snaps out of it he calms down and seems like nothing has ever happened

Role Playing Example:

"Syring! You must respect your opponents! Not let them bleed to death! If you have to kill at least do it quickly!" the elder scolded sharply. Seth turned his head, "They're the enemy. Aren't you the ones who are always hissing about them so don't lecture me about being merciful." he muttered. As he walked out the cave the elder called behind him, "If you keep this up you'll never achieve your ambitions!" Seth didn't stop walking, "I have no ambitions." he grunted.

Theme Song: Breaking the Habit
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

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