LONER - CHAZZ, THE BLACK THUNDER

[Shadow Da Smiffster]

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

_{The name's Black Thunder. Don't call me Chazz. I'll kill you where you stand. B|}

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WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?

_{What do I look like? I'm a Tom you idiot.}

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HOW OLD ARE YOU?

_{Old enough to be stronger than you. 33 moons}

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WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?

Clans? I'll slaughter any one of those cats that think they're all high and mighty.



WHAT IS YOUR RANK?

_{Loner, and proud.}

WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?

_{Pitch black tom with startling blue eyes and unique tufts of fur on his head.}

CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE

<sub>Chazz is a rather large cat, however, not as large as his older brother, Sabrefang. His build is more lean then it is muscular, but don't let that fool you, as Chazz is a cat worth reckoning with. He has large paws, and black hooked claws that are unsheathed at all times (he cannot retract them due to a birth defect). His entire body moves with grace, power, agility, and self confidence, much like his brother however, this rarely reflects on how Chazz feels deep down.

In fact, the only physical appearance that reflects about this tom's personality is in his eyes: they are the only window into his soul. Oftentimes they are clouded with the flames of fury that are seemingly endless within his heart. Of course, not many notice Chazz's blue orbs, because they are often hidden beneath the long tufts of fur coming down from the top of his head, almost like a mohawk of sorts. This is perhaps the strangest and most distinct feature of the Black Thunder, and the reason he chose his name. The hair atop his skull is wild, and zigzags like a bolt of lightning.

However, the black on his pelt does not cover him completely. Instead, it only stays on him like a tuxedo, as his underbelly is completely devoid of color, and instead takes the shade of snow. Chazz is extremely picky about keeping his fur clean, so there is almost never any dirt on the underside of his belly, making him seem like he is glowing in the correct light.</sub>

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WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

::ARROGANT::
exaggerating or disposed to exaggerate one's own worth or importance often by an overbearing manner

Yes, Chazz is probably one of the most arrogant cats you'll ever meet. Wherever he goes, he demands the utmost respect, and he does have some valid reasons, however, most of them are rather... bogus, if I may say so myself. He knows this, however, but that doesn't stop him from boasting about how skilled he is, or how famous his family is among the world of loners. He often only allows people to call him by his nicknames, unless they are somehow very close to him.

::AMBITIOUS::
having ambition; eagerly desirous of achieving or obtaining success, power, wealth, a specific goal, etc.:

With his arrogance comes extreme ambition, ones which he will try to meet by any means to make himself more justified in his boasting about. However, his goals are not what one would expect. He tells people that his ultimate goal is to tear apart ThunderClan, however, in his heart, that is not the case. His main goal in life is to make his brothers, Slade and Jagger, proud of him. As the youngest brother, much pressure is put on him to be just as amazing as his two other brothers, and even surpass them in skill.

::CONFIDENT::
sure of oneself; having no uncertainty about one's own abilities, correctness, successfulness, etc.; self-confident; bold

Of course, his ambitious and arrogant behaviors don't come without this little piece of his personality. Chazz radiates with a facade of confidence, which often times proves him to be a highly talented feline. His confidence has also made him an icon of sorts, despite the fact that he is not the nicest on the block.

::INSECURE::
subject to fears, doubts, etc.; not self-confident or assured

On the flipside, Chazz is extremely insecure, especially when thinking about those around him. He knows that he is talented, yes, but he is afraid that he will never be able to make his brothers proud, and on top of that, doubts that he will ever be able to keep a solid friendship with anybody. He keeps his inner turmoil to himself, and this often shows itself in his quick to irritate, and dismissive social skills.

::HEADSTRONG::
determined to have one's own way; willful; stubborn; obstinate

Let's just say, Chazz doesn't give a flying toaster about anyone. Its his way... or the highway....

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YOUR FAMILY TREE

<sub>Great-Great-Great Grandfather: Scourge
Great-Great-Great (half) Uncle: Firestar
Great-Great (half) Aunts: Squirrelflight, Leafpool
Great-Great (half) Uncle: Crowfeather
Great- (half) Aunt: Hollyleaf
Great- (half) Uncles: Lionblaze, Jayfeather

Father: Kiba
Mother: Buru
Brothers: Slade, Jagger</sub>

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SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT

Dec 28, 2010 23:28:18 GMT -8 Shadow Da Smiffster said:

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[atrb=background,http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p30/shadowolfdemon/TopAndBottom.jpg] It happened all so quickly that Brooke couldn't even comprehend all of it. Partly because she was surprised, and partly because her head was spinning from her blow against the wall. With the leader holding her firmly down, Brooke had time to let her focus adjust, though she already knew who her savior was by his melodic voice: Bane. You idiot, you can't take on five dogs! she thought. But everything slowed when the leader said the word rape. Rape... rape her?! A snarl escaped her lips, and she began to struggle beneath the leader's grasp as Bane took care of his minions, "You want to rape me? You sick bastard. Forget any notion of mercy, I'm going to rip you fucking balls off and then see if you want to rape me!" "I like feisty ones," he sneered, pressing his massive gait onto Brooke's flank. She growled again, biting back the pain. This dog was not your average Joe... he was big, strong, obviously he knew what he was doing. Brooke had to wait for a weakness to get him off of her so she could aid her beloved Bane, but how? A sick thought occurred to her... she could... trick the gang leader possibly. But what would that do to Bane? There's a better way, she thought. I have to hope that Bane can hold these idiots off until then. But the dogs did not seem to want to back down. The one that had been thrown out of the cart jumped back in to aid his fellow gang members, and attempted to latch onto Bane once again. Brooke snarled and squirmed more, her eyes flashing with hatred for all the mutts here. How dare they hurt Bane! Her Bane no less! "Get off of him!" she yowled. "Fight me instead you assholes. Or make it a fair fight! Where's the honor in five verses one?!" "There is none," the leader whispered in her ear, sending an involuntary chill down the General's spine. She sent a wary glance to the dog crouched above her... she was so vulnerable here. He really could have his way with her if she didn't do something quick. "Honor is just another word for weakness!" "You're sick," Brooke spat. "Thanks," he growled back, latching his jaws onto Brooke's nape. He bit down, drawing blood, and Brooke yelped in shock. He was getting a good grip on her, and now was attempting to bring her to her feet. She made herself go deadweight on the ground, hoping to make this more difficult for him. "Get up and take this like you're supposed to you bitch!" "Fuck off moron!" Brooke snarled. In response, the leader bit down on her harder, and then with one massive heave of his neck, slammed her back down into the ground. Brooke's head spun and pain seared through her body. Everything was aching now... "I'll... kill..." But her slurred words were lost as she felt her stomach lurch and she heaved until bile rose up out of her throat. "Disgusting," the leader croaked. "But at least you'll shut up now."

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