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Post by sissel on Jun 5, 2011 16:45:23 GMT -5
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Sissel,
but you’re free to call me Siss.
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“Behind where I looked back; who’s in the front?”
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Bonestorm
“In the dark, I raised my claws and slashed apart the night.”
Gender |
Tom
“The raindrops turn into droplets of blood and travel down my cheeks.”
Physical Description |
This paranoid kitty-cat isn’t of an average height like its little voicemail friends: he’s far taller, but a lot scrawnier. Being the neurotic feline that he is all food – with the exception of insects and geckos – have some form of venom inside of it that’ll steal his life away the moment it touches his maw. He doesn’t even have the courage to risk touching one of those vile creatures. It’s not entirely his fault, though. Having manic-depressive disorder wasn’t of much help to the young tom – losing his family at an early age didn’t assist either. A slim stature soon greeted the psychotic beast, much to his imaginary friend’s disapproval. Regardless of what she – no: what anyone says, the strange diet that has become Bonestorm’s way of life will prolong until he is ratted out.
“If there’s no place for me to return to anywhere, anymore...”
Nevertheless, even if the peculiar picky attitude has created an ugly sight, the four tendrils that carry Bonestorm through life have transformed into a form of transport that can bring the tom far within only a few seconds. It’s certainly an advantage worth noting, but every advantage has its disadvantage. Over the moons, Bonestorm’s legs have become slight and lanky. As his legs are so elongated, any emphasized stretching causes a rip in the skin which is far more agonizing than a cat of average size. Often forgetting about this after his fearful reveries, you’ll notice that there are many discoloured patches along the lengthy stands.
“...takes these paws, my paws.”
Bonestorm’s face is about the only orthodox thing about him. The eyes that are embedded into his skin have a chestnut hue with a lighter shade as it flows further out. Although they often hold a hint of fear in the depressive and – surprisingly – manic phase, during the tom’s times of normality they turn to a pretty normal look. Being a tabby – a ginger one, if you’re being meticulous – Bonestorm has a ‘square’ face, with the usual rounded ears and long, white whiskers. With a nose the size of a pea – well, maybe that’s exaggerating – sniffing out prey isn’t one of the easiest tasks and is quite a challenge for the young tom. With there being no problems in regards to his retinas, though, his sight makes up for it all.
“I’ll take you away with that paw.”
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Post by Ten on Jun 6, 2011 22:29:36 GMT -5
Looks like a lot of things you've hinted at so far will be explained later, but I'll go ahead and respond to what you have so far. Hope that's okay with you.
"isn’t of an average height like its little voicemail friends"
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...voicemail?
I'm sure this will be clarified later, but that's an odd term to use.
"Being the neurotic feline that he is all food – with the exception of insects and geckos"
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So pretty much just rats?
...assuming that by geckos, you mean lizards.
I think geckos prefer a little more water.
Nope, nevermind, I forgot about leopard geckos.
"It’s not entirely his fault, though."
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Again, I suppose this will be explained later...?
Something to note, though: what he thinks of his food isn't physical description. That falls under the views category.
"Having manic-depressive disorder wasn’t of much help to the young tom – losing his family at an early age didn’t assist either."
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And this also is not physical description.
Kudos on using Starless slang, though. :3
"the four tendrils"
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It took me a few seconds to figure out what that was supposed to mean.
I'd consider this wolfspeak.
"As his legs are so elongated, any emphasized stretching causes a rip in the skin"
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o.o Can that even happen?
"Being a tabby – a ginger one, if you’re being meticulous"
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...No, fur color is pretty basic.
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