Arsenic

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(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Arsenic
Age: One year
Animal: Feline
Breed/s: Somali
Pack: None

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Revenge is a big thing with Arsenic. He holds grudges, and never lets them go. Forgive and forget? Rubbish. Once a wrong has been done to him, it is a guarantee that he won't forget about it anytime soon, if ever; instead, he would try to get even through however means necessary, or simply hold it against the offender to the very end. Sadly, his thirst for revenge tends to make him rather bitter and hateful. Arsenic treats everyone with distrust and coldness, rarely opening up to anyone, refusing any gestures of friendship. Despite being a solitary feline, he isn't afraid to speak his mind when he must. Anti-social, perhaps, but not shy. As a result, manners aren't at the top of his priorities.

He always tries to keep any signs of weakness hidden. For him, having a conscience is being soft, and so, he pushes aside any guilt he ever sees. Deceit comes easily for him; Arsenic won't mind lying, and will do so whenever it suits his needs. On the other hand, he's pretty much merciless in battle, and is determined to tear down his opponents at any cost. In a way, he is also a sadist, for he believes that he's gone through just as much as they have, if not more. Thus, other cats/dogs sufferings is only fair--a form of justice, you might say. It's the main reason that he is always looking to avenge himself. Last but not least, Arsenic avoids making any loyalties to any pack or anyone. He might make some temporary allies to get what he wants, but once its done or proven to be futile, one can bet that Arsenic will turn on his 'ally' without a second thought.

Three strengths:
-Perseverance. He never gives up without a fight.
-Sly. He can weave lies with ease and without feeling any guilt.
-Independent. He doesn't need to rely on other cats, and doesn't mind being alone.
Three weaknesses:
-Vengeful. He can't forgive, and will do whatever it takes to achieve "justice".
-Distrustful. Arsenic doesn't let himself trust anyone, and remains pretty much friendless.
-Untrustworthy. What with his lack of any loyalties and deceitfulness, most other animals tend to not trust him.

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 10 inches
Weight: 8.5 lb
Appearance: For a cat his age, Arsenic is a tad undersized. Fortunately, what he lacks in size is made up with guile and lean muscles. As with most Somali cats, Arsenic possesses a lithe, agile frame. He's thin and wiry, with sinewy muscles hidden under his pelt. His fur is medium in length, fluffy and often unkempt. Not too particular about his own appearance, often times his fur tends to be quite messy. Much like a fox, his tail is the fluffiest part of his body, and is very bushy. To make the resemblance even greater, his pelt is deep russet in color, and can often look almost fiery under the sunlight. The tips of the fur on his back are slightly darker, nearing gray, giving him a smoky effect. Drawing closer to his tail, the gray becomes darker. The tip of his tail is completely black. Large triangular shaped ears protrude up from a wedge-shaped head, one of which has a nick at the edge. Arsenic's eyes are a bright amber, like liquid gold; they are often seen glowing with resentment, or else glittering with an icy coldness. A thick scar slashes down through his right eye, though he can still see with it. Sometimes, the wound still burns, even though it's been awhile since he had received it.

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: To explain Arsenic's history, one must first start with some of his father, Copper's, tale. Copper had been a house cat back when humans were still around. Life was peaceful, and the conflict between canines and felines had not been as high strung as the it currently was. One day, Copper had been wandering around outside when he encountered a dog. A fight had ensued, but Copper had stood no chance against the ferocious canine. Fortunately, he managed to get away before being to badly injured. Unfortunately, he lost an eye. Ever since then, Copper had carried an especially fear, which soon turned to hatred, of dogs. No matter what, the cat couldn't forget the savageness with which it had attacked him. Naturally, when the humans died out, he joined the Iris Pack, dead set on the goal of one day taking down the dogs. He was gruff, hardy, and ruthless when it came to accomplishing this task, with his missing eye a constant reminder of why he was fighting for such a cause.

When Arsenic was born, Copper made sure to teach everything he knew to his son: fighting, hunting, and other survival skills. Above all, he wanted to make sure Arsenic knew the treachery posed by canines--mainly, the Tempest Pack. Arsenic, the innocent kit that he was, was not completely convinced. One day, when he was only 7-months old, he ran into a young pup, about his age. Rather than try to battle it as most other Iris Pack members would have done, the two young animals struck an unlikely friendship. Upon seeing Arsenic "fraternizing with the enemy", Copper flew into a rage. The older cat wanted to teach his son a lesson. As a result, he himself attacked Arsenic, giving him a taste of what a dog had done to Copper all that time ago, and giving Arsenic the long scar. Luckily, it had not been as severe, as he still retained his sight in that eye.

Afterward, rather than getting sympathy from the other pack members, they sided with Copper. Not surprisingly, Arsenic was outraged at what they would do to gain members, and to win the overall war. Growing resentful, he left the Iris Pack. About a month later, he sought out the pup whom he had befriended for help. Much to his surprise, the dog acted as though they had never been friends, and fought Arsenic off as one would an enemy. Ever since then, Arsenic had been roaming around Hexasol City on his own, distrustful of everyone.
Major turning points in life: -Being attacked by his own father and receiving the scar on his eye
-Leaving the Iris Pride
-Being betrayed by the dog who he thought he'd been friends with

(ALL ABOUT YOU, YOU, YOU);

Roleplaying Sample: "You can't trust a dog, Arsenic. What part of that do you not understand? How many times have I told you why we're in the Iris Pack, our goal?" A narrowed amber eye glared at him, blazing with undisguised rage. "And yet, I find you actually playing with someone from the Tempest Pack."

Arsenic cringed, flattening his ears at the ferocity of the anger being directed at him. Each word was like a physical blow to the young Somali. "B-but Dad, Caro wasn't doing anything bad! He's only a pup--the same age as me!" he insisted. Surely Copper would understand; not every dog had to be evil just because they were part of an enemy pack. Their own pack's greatest nemesis, perhaps, though that didn't necessarily mean every single canine was a brutal savage. "He wasn't like all the others you talk about--"

"Enough! I can't believe I'm hearing this from my own son. Maybe 'Caro' didn't seem that bad, but he'll grow up to be just like the rest of his kind: bloodthirsty, ruthless, and untrustworthy. The only good dog is a dead one--you should have eliminated him when you had the chance!" Copper paused, panting. Fixing his son with his one eye, he continued, his tone cold. "Maybe it's time I showed you what they're capable of, and to give you a taste of what it felt like when a dog clawed my eye out without a second thought." Sharp claws slowly slid out, scoring a line through the layer of dirt underpaw. Muscles tensing, the tom pounced, a snarl on his face--

Arsenic jolted awake, his heart pounding. His golden eyes flitted around his surroundings, taking in the crumbling brick walls, rusting trash cans, and dark blue sky. It was only a dream. The dark ginger tom sighed, closing his eyes. The memory was still fresh in his mind, as though it had only happened not a moment ago. He could recall every detail, every word, of that day. His scar twinged at the memory, though it was nowhere near as painful as when he'd received it. That had been excruciating. And to think it was his own father who had inflicted the wound. It just goes to show that I can't count on anyone but myself, he mused, baring his teeth at no one in particular. Even when he'd belonged in the pack, it had been the same, even if he hadn't realized it at the time. The fact that Copper had proved to be right about that dog made it all the more painful. At any rate, it would be a long time before he ever made a mistake like that again.
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