xx ...when the whole world {SUFFERS}---Vampire

[Fiction]

Name: Vampire
Gender: Tom
Moons: 26
Rank: Loner
Clan/Land: Other
Description:

A beautiful blue gray tom with striking golden/green eyes. He has long legs and rippling muscles which help him run and even do a special trick. This trick consists of him using his legs and power to swiftly jump up into a tree from the ground to ambush his prey. Easily being able to catch the off guard animal he shoots himself from the tree and can land easily on the ground. Now back to the basics, he's larger than most and this comes to his advantage in fights.

Picture: farm2.static.flickr.com/1129/1304953088_cf2a4fed22.jpg
History // Past:

Vampire has one of those sad histories, that most wouldn't like to hear of, but I've decided to tell you anyways. As a kit, he was picked up at a local department store, being passed off as some sort of species of wild cat, instead of a hybrid. His family weren't trained in the ability of being a clan leader, and never knew how to handle him. He became more and more vicious, eventually mauling one of the children to death. But during his stay with that family, he was constantly beaten, neglected, and tazared on a daily basis, to keep him away. This is what made him fear humans. But because of his mental state, he has no problem going on a wild rampage for any blood human or not. He soon ran from his abusive past and became a loner.

Personality:

To put it simple, Vampire isn't your normal type of feline. This meaning, he has some mental issues, that will never be fixed. He lives in his own world, which has locked him up. He has mood swings, and has violent tremers. He unpredictable, and can never and will never be fully trusted when around others, unless its his one love. He hates others with disabilities, even though he has one himself. He has a dominant personality. His brain must of swelled in his skull, because he thinks he is the boss, all the time, anywhere. All in all a feared cat..

Role Playing Example:

[From another site]
The ocean waves lapping at the gentle sandy slopes of the beach would normally calm any dog. Especially on such a lovely day as this. But the Beauceron Ethiopian Wolf mix lounging under the sparse shade of a nearby coconut palm couldn't possibly be any happier, for the gentle of the waves nor the beautiful day were not the cause for his happiness. He was delicately scratching the base of one ear with a hind paw, delicately for a reason. His claws were quite fearsome, unusually long and sharp. He was thin framed with long legs and a strangely narrow, long muzzle, but the shape of his face obviously pitted him with the wilder side of hi blood. It was easy to see he wasn't full wolf, but he certainly favored that side of his family tree. He wasn't particularity scarred like most of the dog here on Paradise Island. He has a few minor ones that every day life brought, but other than his heavily scarred snout, forelegs, and the long, horizontal slash running directly under his left eye, he was pretty normal with is few nicks and cuts here and there. The main reason for his scars centering around his front end were because of his fighting technique, but that would come in due time. The wolf mix's family had lived here for ages, so he was much more suited to this place and found living easier. In fact, it was quite a bore for him and for Ajax to be bored spelled disaster.

Back to the reason he was so happy. The king of playboys had finally dumped his last two playthings and was free guy now. He figured he'd rest up for three or four days then set out again in search of more females. Poor Ajax had already sealed he deal of 'tying the knot' dog-style with over 7 females and he was pretty sure some of his so called 'mates' had at least a pup or two running under paws...or judging by his family's case, maybe 6 or 7. Ajax never stuck around though to find out how many a female of his was to have. He loved pups, but having his own would tie him down way too much for his liking. The long furred brute stood and shook out his spectacularly spiky coat. Sand clung to the thick, raven black ruff around his neck and shoulders. The handsome knight stretched, producing a gaping yawn, complete with the flopping tongue curl. The yawn showed off his immaculate white teeth, but also the deadly second set of anaconda-like hooked canines tucked behind his primary ones. They were sharp and large, and unbeknown to many, had done countless in, not by death right away, but by a slow, painful death. The lanky dog, who seemed more pup than anything, despite his older age of 4 years, shook his loose pelt again. Ajax was one of those dogs with extra loose skin that flopped around his neck when he shook. It was this loose skin that had saved him many a time. The black and tan mutt's copper eyes flitted around the beach and a smile curled languidly around his scarred maw. Maybe he stretch his time as a bachelor out to a week. He loved the females, but he had to have his me time every now and then.

Theme Song: Psychosocial -Slipknot
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

Your RP sample is great although not of a cat I think. I believe thats fine though. The only thing is each of the three main sections need a few more sentences, would that be ok for you?