Post by Cai on Aug 7, 2010 11:30:54 GMT -5
Name: Cinderfur
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: Open
Love Interest: Open
Kin:
Shadowtail - [Mother; ShadowClan; NPC]
Greyclaw - [Father; ShadowClan; NPC]
Bluetail - [Sister; ShadowClan; Cai]
Slateclaw - [Brother; ShadowClan; NPC]
T h e. e t e r n a l .m a s q u e r a d e
Description:
Charming, flirtatious and lovely, Cinderfur has all the good looks which stem from quality breeding and youthful confidence. Her pelt is perfectly kept; rich grey and dusted with silver, never a hair out of place. Cinderfur has wide green eyes which happen to be very beseeching and almost startlingly deep green. Her face is finely sculpted with a wide forehead and a narrow chin, though she has quite a fragile look about her. Cinderfur is a beautiful cat with charm and grace aplenty. Her sweet voice can lull even the cruellest into affection for her, and she knows this better than anyone. There have been none who can say she is not a lovely creature to behold, for many are quite taken by pretty creatures like Cinderfur.
Cinderfur is a small cat, dainty and light-footed. She moves as if she is dancing, always padding forth with grace. She resembles her family members strongly, especially her sister, though she is smaller than her and has a different kind of beauty. Both cats have a similar blue-grey coat and fine features, yet while Bluetail is a statuesque beauty, Cinderfur is pretty and animated and always laughing. To Cinderfur, appearances are everything, and she makes sure never to be seen in an ill temper by anyone who is not her immediate kin, as she never knows who might be looking her way. To the majority of ShadowClan, Cinderfur is the most charming, smiling she-cat for miles. But to her sister, Cinderfur is free to be a snippy and frowning diva.
Personality:
Few cats as sly and deceitful as Cinderfur have walked in life before, for Cinderfur is truly a master of charades. She is in a constant masquerade, twirling her way through her life in complex dance steps which always seem to take her to the partner and the place she wants. She has all the charm and the wit she needs to progress to high places, and she has her eyes set on only the strongest, boldest, most handsome cats, just as her family expects. Cinderfur is impatient and demanding, and can have a completely one-track mind once she something takes her fancy. When she's got her heart set upon something, be sure that she will do anything, and that means absolutely anything, to get it, regardless of whom she has to hurt or push aside to get it. What makes Cinderfur so ruthless and dangerous is that 'me-first' attitude, and the iron will to accompany it. The sweet-as-honey exterior is the perfect disguise for the ambitious she-cat underneath.
To cats outside her family, Cinderfur is flirtatious, alluring and lovely. She knows how to twist cats around her paw and keep them there until she grows bored of toying with them. She adores the fact that she can make cats fall in love with her, since it assures her of her own beauty. Underneath her confident bravado, there is quite a scared and insecure she-cat who needs to feel attractive all the time. She is vain and looks-oriented, since she has been told all her life that her looks are the only quality she has. To her own kin, Cinderfur can be quite the little witch, though she is afraid of her father and obeys him every time. She has a hot temper and a venomous tongue, especially towards her sister, Bluetail, who receives the worst of Cinderfur's volatility. Truthfully, Cinderfur has always felt rivalry with her sister, determined to better her in every way, but always feeling threatened by her natural strength, sharp mind and elegance. There is never-ending pressure from her father, a ruthless cat who watches her every move, and endless expectations and demands made of Cinderfur. Eventually, it seems, her life of masks and charades will exhaust her into breakdown trying to keep it up.
History:
A litter of five was born to Shadowtail and Greyclaw of ShadowClan in the small hours of a leaf-fall morning. They were status-obsessed cats, and so it never crossed their minds to mate outside of their own Clan. Though there was not much love between the two, and Greyclaw was obviously the dominant one in the relationship, the kits were a very great thing for both parents, but not in the way expected. Greyclaw saw his children as tools for improving the social standing of his family, future pawns in his schemes to secure future leaders and mates of leaders. His fine litter of kits, including three toms and two she-cats, seemed perfect for one day taking lead of the Clan. Cinderkit was the fourth kit to be born.
Unfortunately, five became three soon after birth. Two of the toms died of greencough after a weak struggle, leaving Cinderkit, Bluekit and Slatekit as their family heirs. Their father was harsh on them from the beginning. Even when they were just moons old, Greyclaw would demand proper etiquette and manners from them. He insisted upon respect and good presentation, despite the fact that his kits only wanted to play and have fun. He soon ironed this childishness out of them with his harsh reprimands and grim warnings. It was not long before Cinderkit became moulded to her father's will. At a very young age, she started to care a lot about her appearance and the way she handled herself. She started to speak in the same formal, refined tones that her parents adopted and she acted in a superior manner. By the age of five moons, Cinderkit's nose was firmly in the air.
What made things even more difficult was the fact that Cinderkit was beautiful. She already showed her elegance and attractiveness as just a youngster, and her father was - though it was difficult to tell - very pleased with how his youngest daughter turned out. She did everything he told her and carried herself like a princess. She spoke to the right cats, she learnt to flirt and converse well, and she began to enjoy her fledgling socialite life. Her mother taught her how to be an attractive she-cat, and her father taught her how to manipulate the workings of the Clan. By the time she was apprenticed, Cinderpaw was already a force to be reckoned with. However, it was at this point that her bitter rivalry with her sister really rocketed, for Bluepaw was no retiring wallflower. On the contrary, she was every bit as beautiful, witty and strong as Cinderpaw. And she had one defining advantage: she was the firstborn daughter. Throughout her life, Cinderfur has never been able to shake off the feeling of being the spare daughter, the one to fall back on if things fell through with Bluetail. And whenever her sister bested her, Cinderpaw would fly into a furious rage. Needless to say, the two sisters were never friends as apprentices.
Determined to prove her superiority over her sister, Cinderpaw decided to show that she could get any tom she liked. As it so happened, she was apprenticed to a handsome tom named Badgerpelt, thirty-six moons her senior and considered absolutely out of her reach. After all, they said, what in StarClan's name would possess an intelligent, high-ranked warrior to chase after a little apprentice? Nobody ever expected what happened next. Unfortunately, nobody realised just how viciously determined or astonishingly influential the young Cinderpaw was. She was flourishing as she matured into an adult cat, and she had so much charm that Badgerpelt never knew what hit him. He fell blindly for his adorable, honey-sweet apprentice with her sparkling wit and delicate looks. And Cinderpaw, a silly little she-cat with no concept of love, boasted about her conquest and then dumped him. She scorned her former mentor as soon as she became Cinderfur and she has never looked back. Badgerpelt is old news to her; a face from the past who was always too low to meet her standards.
As a warrior, Cinderfur changed little. She flirted, laughed, teased, joked and seduced her way into a position of being one of the most desirable she-cats in the Clan and put on her mask to make every cat think her the most beautiful she-cat around. Cinderfur liked being assured of her own beauty, and she thrived off the attention and the sense of power she got from having other cats twisted round her paw. But then there's more to the story than just a cat having a great time all day long. Little does anyone know that her father started to put constant pressure on her to make a perfect match and have the kits of a great warrior as soon as she turned eighteen moons and has reminded her of her constant ageing every single day since then. Her father wants her to have the kits of a leader or a deputy or at the very least, a high senior warrior. Unfortunately, a match that good does not come easily, and Cinderfur has not caught the eye of the cats she wants, which only makes more pressure and panic for her.
And so, to this day, Cinderfur plays hard to get in an attempt to attract the strongest toms, not letting any one claim her, determined to get a cat in the highest of positions but struggling to keep up her alluring facade. What scares her most is that time is always chasing her, ready to take her looks and make her into an old cat, not the ten-moon-old beauty who once seduced a tom far older and more worldly-wise than her. Nothing but the best will satisfy Cinderfur - perhaps that should read Cinderfur's family - and though she had her flings, she is made to have her eyes set upon the most eligible toms in the Clan. Should they stray lower for even a second, then Cinderfur would be disgraced. Her family runs on social standing and power and a daughter of Greyclaw must never allow her mask to slip.
Other:
Roleplay Example:
I am the maid of the lustrous eyes
Of great fruition,
Whom the sons of men that are over-wise
Have called Ambition.
And the world's success is the only goal
I have within me;
The meanest man with the smallest soul
May woo and win me.
Honour and truth shall be overthrown
In fierce desire;
Thou shalt use thy friend as a stepping-stone
To mount thee higher.
When the curtain falls on the sordid strife
That seemed so splendid,
Thou shalt look with pain on the wasted life
That thou hast ended.
Thou hast sold thy life for a guerdon small
In fitful flashes;
There has been reward -- but the end of all
Is dust and ashes.
