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[moonleaf]

Name: Nyroc
Age: 28 moons
Gender: Tom
Type: Helzan
Rank: Fighter
Appearance:

Ebony spiked fur covers his pelt, his eyes a deep blood orange. He is lean; muscular legs and shoulders. Nyroc's whiskers are shorter, slightly singed. He really does have a threatining appearance, making himself look dangerous. And he is...

Nyroc has a intresting pure white marking, it runs like a scar down his face, cutting through and down his right eye, ending at his nose and begining at his left ear. It's shaped like a lightning bolt. It wasn't always there, a story lies behind the mark.



((Him without mark and eye-color))

Personality:

Nyroc is very quiet, hardly says anything. He is sad on the inside, which comes out as anger and spite. The world is a cruel place in his mind, he doesn't like to get attatched to people. He fears if he does, they will be lost to him like some were in the past. It's hard for him to forgive, he loves to take revenge on others. He likes to play with his victim's minds, he uses this tactic in battle and in hunt. He is lonely, though, and wouldn't mind having someone to love, or someone to at least pal around with.

Experience:

Nyroc's mother was a loner, gave birth to him as her only kit. His siblings were born dead. After six months of age, Nyroc began to live on his own. He was young, and knew not of the dangers of the world. He soon learned...

He fell in love about after becoming a year old, with a beautiful she-cat. They traveled together as loners, needing nothing but eachother. He was nieve, though. They soon had a litter of kittens, three of them to be exact. One night, the family was sleeping in the abandond loft of a building, quietly. Somthing happened that changed Nyroc's life, and personality. It was a stormy night, and nearby lightning stuck the loft. It woke the family up, and killed one of the kittens. They were too distracted to see that the hay had caught fire. It began to spread quickly. The fire engulfed the family, the kits were crying in fear. Nyroc grabbed them, pulling them out of the fire. He went back for his mate when one of the beams collapsed, seperating him from her. It scorched his face, his fur burning. Acting fast, he rubbed it in the dust and put the flame out.

A white mark now ran down his face. His mate, was dead. And his kits, gone. Another cat had stolen them when he tried to go back. His red eyes burned in a new intensity, and he became what he is today. He looked for his kits for a while, but never found them. He is almost sure they are dead. He recently joined Helzan in hopes of filling the void in his life, and maybe finding his kits.

Additional Comments:

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