Chase that Chaos~

Name: DarkChaos
Family: all dead
Rank: Warrior
Clan: EarthClan
Gender: Tom
Age: 16 moons
Eye Color: Yellow
Fur Color: redish Brown fur
Other Appearances:

Darkchaos is a rather bulky cat, short and stubby, but strong. in a race, he wouldn't be able to win, but if you fought with strength, DarkChaos would have a good chance. He is also a little heavier then most. Ok, not a little heavier, a lot, but muscle out weights fat any day.

He has redish brown fur mostly coloring his body, and dark brown fur where the sun usually doesn't hit. Like is under belly, back of the legs. He has short fur, that is harder to touch. Not silky smooth, or fluffy. But hard and prickle. But it doesn't keep heat in though. Darkchaos gets very cold around winter, so he is always trying to stay active. Like running around and such. He is also smaller than most cats, but not be a lot. It is manly because of his shorter legs. But he gets by.

Personality:

Darkchaos is one of those strike teachers. Fun is never an option for him, always train train train. He doesn't want anything to happen to his clan, probably where his strict attitude comes fun. He would never mention though, about how much he cares for the clan, he would even blush on the subject. He says things like getting close is a waste, though most know he is kidding. It is like an joke with Darkchaos. But he is very loyal, always protecting people he says he isn't close with, spending time teaching his apprentices the ropes of the clan. Darkchaos also likes to do simple things, like walks and watching. Never a cat to just sit there and think. It would drive him crazy to just think, and not take any action. He always says he is a man of action, or cat that is.

History:

Darkchaos grew up in the clan in a litter of 3. Him and two other sisters. He grew up protecting them, always making sure that didn't get hurt, or were not in trouble. Of course that made him seem like a stick in the mud, and anytime his sisters went to do something against the rules, Darkchaos stayed behind. He would also be the one to inform his parents where they went. Of course they would always get mad at him, but it never bothered him. He was protecting them of course. As time went on the bond deepened, but grew worse. His sisters start to get more fed up with his protecting attitude. Always stating how they could do things on their own. Of course, it never changed Darkchaos opinion, he still protected them.

One day, at the end of their appreticeship, Darkchaos followed his sisters to a secret area they had found not to long ago. He was playing with them, fighting, making noise, when a loner showed up. Of course the apprentice thought it was a rouge, and started to attack it. With self defensive, the loner fought the three apprentices, winning natural. He managed to wound on of Darkchaos sister, and then ran away. They rushed her to the medical cat, but she didn't stand a chance. She died the next day. Grief striking, Darkchaos other sister become sad, and then soon depressed. She soon died her self. Darkchaos became a warrior shortly after that. He grew up strong, always protecting everyone, so they them selves wouldn't die. His mother and father died of green cough the winter after he became a warrior.

RP Example:

<Ember said I could post a post from another site, so don't eat me?>

X20418D, what he was called most of the time. What his so called "master" called him, what he had learned to answer by. He learned to look up when called that, to move out of the way when that was shouted. They use to chant it in the Arena too, till that started calling him Plague because of his killing spree. No one came out of the arena after he fought them, that was what he was known for. He fought, and that was all, fought and killed. But then fighting made him happy, gave him something to do, and it was better then being locked in the cage too. He got to stretched his muscles and they needed it too, he hated the stiff feeling a lot of the time. And all he was, was a big black glob of darkness.

No he had a form, most of the time it resembled a human being. Sender and nimble but yet tall. He moved around quickly in this form, usually no one saw him tell he was standing over the body of his enemy, his fangs down ready to attack. yet he never was able to attack them, no his "master" stopped him before that part, saying that it would be best to fight them again. Plague bared his fangs in rage, how dare that spineless scientist stop him. He trashed out against his cage, bringing his hands-which now had claws-against the metal bars. the other experiments didn't even stop to glance at him, Plague did happen to throw this useless fights every once in a while. So many cages he had gone throw, it was hard to keep count. The one he was in now had prove it strenght, he had been in it for a week a new recorded for a cage.

Just as Plague was thrashing his tail about, his "master" Dr Levitan walked out. He put his hand on the cage that Plague was thrashing about. Plague stopped abruptly, glared at his master then sat down. When his master came it mean one of two things, A a new challenge, or B Plague was in trouble. Plague was rarely in trouble though, most of the people who punished the monsters were scared of the fail experiment as the lackeys called him. He laughed at them, and sometimes even jumped out at them from his cage. They jumped in fear all the time, it was rather funny.

"A new fight is about to begin, ready?" Dr Levitan asked Plague in his scientisty voice that sounded like nail against a chalk bored. Plague nodded his head as the door to his cage flew open. The moment he steeped out a collar wrapped around his neck, his "master" holding the leash behind him. He started to flick a black tail about lazily as he was head out of the dungeon. the faint cheering stated to raise in volume, they were chanting something, sounded sort of like #25. He could also here his name Plague, it started to raise in volume and soon people were screaming it. It really did make you wonder how much money that put in this fight, and who was betting for who.

the light opened as Plague walked into the arena. his opponent, a rather small thing with tails. Plague started to laugh, a muffled laugh that was. It was just to small and puny, he didn't really know what to say. "Might as well give you a handicap." he muttered out loud as he changed his shape to closely resemble hers. Not near as detailed though, he did like to keep his black out line it just fit him. "So are we going to fight or just keep staring at each other?" he asked mocking her a little.

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