Post by Seastorm on Jul 19, 2008 18:47:47 GMT -5
Yes...I finally gave in and decided to bring Berk to CotG. We'll pretend he didn't get his head ripped off by a doggie. (I brought him from SF, now DS, in Furcadia)
This is incredibly long, and I put the history before the personality because I want it read in that order. kthx.
Also...there's a small little detail about Berk that you kitties might want to know at the very bottom. Helps explain a lot.
Name: Berkheart
Translation: Strongheart
Rank: Loner
Age: Unknown, but obviously young.
Gender: Tom
[Appearance]
Black and white tuxedo with a brilliantly green, haunted-but-still-strong gaze. His left ear is missing, and the left side of his face carries four claw marks from a sizeable paw; it's a wonder his left eye wasn't damaged. His right shoulder carries another scar from a few claws, and his neck bears the scar from a pair of jaws. A very old scar lies on his throat, given by the bite of a canine. He walks with a slight limp, as if his obviously once-broken right hind leg never healed right.
[History]
Berk's been through a lot. Two moons after he was born to a loner mother, she was brutally killed by a pair of foxes, who also gave him the scar on his throat an left him for dead. He wandered into the camp of StormClan, whose medicine cat saved his life. In repayment, he joined the clan and when he was healed, was made an apprentice.
As a StormClan apprentice, he never followed the rules, and no one seemed to notice. He went on patrols alone daily, and even was so bold as to explore the territories of the other clans in the area (obviously not the same area as the GemClans). He was openly disrespectful to all of his superiors unless they had actually earned his respect, as two or three did. Not counting his leader. He ended up starting fights with the apprentices and warriors frequently.
The night of his warrior cerimony, while he was sitting vigil, alone, the camp was attacked by a bobcat. The fight was bobcat against Berk, two apprentices, and a kit. The apprentices and kit were shaken off harmlessly, the same way the bobcat wanted to shake off the newly named warrior and take the kit for her meal, but Berkheart was an amazing fighter, if suicidal in a fight. The bobcat eventually left the camp alone, but not after taking an ear, nearly an eye, and leaving the warrior with all but two of his previously described battlescars. It was the worst fight of his life.
The medicine cat apprentice fixed him up, and the two were best friends from then on. He was a different cat now, one who's seen death up close and personal, face-to-face, and had the pleasure of cheating it out of his life twice now. He was smarter, wiser. Still looking forward to the next fight; he loved fighting. But he had a certain respect for other cats now. Loners especially.
The morning after, the love of his life, a warrioress of StormClan, told Berk that she was pregnant with his kits. At first he was shocked, and mostly scared, at the prospect of being a father. But he warmed up to the idea.
By the time Berkhart was almost completely healed, (he had long since gone back to his roguish ways despite his injuries) fate decided to try and kill him a third time. The camp was attacked by a bloodthirsty tribe of cats looking to take one of the clan camps as their own home. Berkheart knew, as he stood steady beside his best friend the medicine cat, that not surrendering was suicidal. But there was no way he was going down without a fight. Headstrong.
It was Berkheart and the medicine cat against five cold-blooded killers. The battlescarred warrior had no fear as he charged into battle. He was beaten badly. Several broken ribs and a shattered leg was the worst of it. The entire clan was taken hostage, and a german shepard that had allied itself with the tribe ripped off StormClan's leader's head. The deputy had gone missing. StormClan, already weak and small, was broken.
But Berkheart rose to the challenge. His clan chose him as their new leader. He was stunned, flattered, almost to the point of denying the position, but he knew he couldn't do that to his clan. He pushed all his pain out of his mind, rose to his paws, and ordered one last attack on the tribe as he himself tried to make it to the Moonstone.
He failed. He was taken down halfway there- no way he could outrun anyone in his condition. It seemed impossible that he could even stand. He was dragged back to his old home, the tribe's new camp, and forced to watch as a forest fire wiped out all four clans and the tribe days later.
There were other survivors than himself. Berk was sure of that. But he couldn't look for them. After everything, he couldn't bear it. He left. Wandered. Roamed the lands unknown until he arrived...here.
[Personality]
Berkheart isn't like other cats. Not by a long shot. Cats now dead get this image of him, like he's an idol to be looked up to, a role model to mold yourself into, a hero to be praised. Berk is none of these things. He was born a loner, and joined a clan to repay it for healing him. He doesn't like that "I owe you my life" feeling, but he feels it all the time towards medicine cats, even if the one he's talking to didn't personally save his life. He or she has certainly saved someone else's life, and there was always that chance that Berkheart could do something stupid again and need him or her. He always respects medicine cats.
But he only stayed in that clan because it was small and weak. It despirately needed to be rebuilt, but that was going to be a challenge. A huge challenge. And Berk liked challenges. Berkheart, a loner at heart who suffered every day the chains he had put himself into, decided to rebuild a dying clan because it was going to be a challenge. That was his one and only reason.
StormClan's medicine cat asked him once how he wanted to die, as a clan cat or a loner. Berk told him he didn't know. But he always knew he was going to die in a fight. No question about that.
After the tragedy of his clan, and the three others, Berk was devastated. Frustrated. Angry. StarClan was dead to him. He felt so helpless, because Tragedy is an enemy that he can't fight with tooth and claw. Miserable Berk is what he is now. Miserable Berk, prone to rants and bouts of aimless fury.
[Other]
Berkheart is a cat I roleplay on Furcadia in the dream I'm advertising that Furcadians familiar with it call SF. It's really Warriors of the Element Cat Clans, or Warriors of the Elements, or Clans United, one of those. In the real roleplay on Furc though, Berkheart had his head ripped off by a dog on his run to the Moonstone, so he's dead. But I plugged in an alternate ending in this history so he's still alive, and with a reason to have ended up here.
Also, Berk has a defect in his nervous system. Normally, you feel something, and your nerves send the message to your brain. Well, when Berk is subjected to large amounts of pain, such as broken ribs and a shattered leg, his nerves stop sending the message of pain to his brain. So, Berk is actually capable of running with a broken leg and broken ribs. The pain is still there, but the message isn't getting to his brain, so he doesn't feel it.
It also takes a very stern medicine cat to make sure he doesn't damage his injuries when they're healing, because if he doesn't feel the pain, he'll definitely do something stupid to make the injuries worse.
This is incredibly long, and I put the history before the personality because I want it read in that order. kthx.
Also...there's a small little detail about Berk that you kitties might want to know at the very bottom. Helps explain a lot.
Name: Berkheart
Translation: Strongheart
Rank: Loner
Age: Unknown, but obviously young.
Gender: Tom
[Appearance]
Black and white tuxedo with a brilliantly green, haunted-but-still-strong gaze. His left ear is missing, and the left side of his face carries four claw marks from a sizeable paw; it's a wonder his left eye wasn't damaged. His right shoulder carries another scar from a few claws, and his neck bears the scar from a pair of jaws. A very old scar lies on his throat, given by the bite of a canine. He walks with a slight limp, as if his obviously once-broken right hind leg never healed right.
[History]
Berk's been through a lot. Two moons after he was born to a loner mother, she was brutally killed by a pair of foxes, who also gave him the scar on his throat an left him for dead. He wandered into the camp of StormClan, whose medicine cat saved his life. In repayment, he joined the clan and when he was healed, was made an apprentice.
As a StormClan apprentice, he never followed the rules, and no one seemed to notice. He went on patrols alone daily, and even was so bold as to explore the territories of the other clans in the area (obviously not the same area as the GemClans). He was openly disrespectful to all of his superiors unless they had actually earned his respect, as two or three did. Not counting his leader. He ended up starting fights with the apprentices and warriors frequently.
The night of his warrior cerimony, while he was sitting vigil, alone, the camp was attacked by a bobcat. The fight was bobcat against Berk, two apprentices, and a kit. The apprentices and kit were shaken off harmlessly, the same way the bobcat wanted to shake off the newly named warrior and take the kit for her meal, but Berkheart was an amazing fighter, if suicidal in a fight. The bobcat eventually left the camp alone, but not after taking an ear, nearly an eye, and leaving the warrior with all but two of his previously described battlescars. It was the worst fight of his life.
The medicine cat apprentice fixed him up, and the two were best friends from then on. He was a different cat now, one who's seen death up close and personal, face-to-face, and had the pleasure of cheating it out of his life twice now. He was smarter, wiser. Still looking forward to the next fight; he loved fighting. But he had a certain respect for other cats now. Loners especially.
The morning after, the love of his life, a warrioress of StormClan, told Berk that she was pregnant with his kits. At first he was shocked, and mostly scared, at the prospect of being a father. But he warmed up to the idea.
By the time Berkhart was almost completely healed, (he had long since gone back to his roguish ways despite his injuries) fate decided to try and kill him a third time. The camp was attacked by a bloodthirsty tribe of cats looking to take one of the clan camps as their own home. Berkheart knew, as he stood steady beside his best friend the medicine cat, that not surrendering was suicidal. But there was no way he was going down without a fight. Headstrong.
It was Berkheart and the medicine cat against five cold-blooded killers. The battlescarred warrior had no fear as he charged into battle. He was beaten badly. Several broken ribs and a shattered leg was the worst of it. The entire clan was taken hostage, and a german shepard that had allied itself with the tribe ripped off StormClan's leader's head. The deputy had gone missing. StormClan, already weak and small, was broken.
But Berkheart rose to the challenge. His clan chose him as their new leader. He was stunned, flattered, almost to the point of denying the position, but he knew he couldn't do that to his clan. He pushed all his pain out of his mind, rose to his paws, and ordered one last attack on the tribe as he himself tried to make it to the Moonstone.
He failed. He was taken down halfway there- no way he could outrun anyone in his condition. It seemed impossible that he could even stand. He was dragged back to his old home, the tribe's new camp, and forced to watch as a forest fire wiped out all four clans and the tribe days later.
There were other survivors than himself. Berk was sure of that. But he couldn't look for them. After everything, he couldn't bear it. He left. Wandered. Roamed the lands unknown until he arrived...here.
[Personality]
Berkheart isn't like other cats. Not by a long shot. Cats now dead get this image of him, like he's an idol to be looked up to, a role model to mold yourself into, a hero to be praised. Berk is none of these things. He was born a loner, and joined a clan to repay it for healing him. He doesn't like that "I owe you my life" feeling, but he feels it all the time towards medicine cats, even if the one he's talking to didn't personally save his life. He or she has certainly saved someone else's life, and there was always that chance that Berkheart could do something stupid again and need him or her. He always respects medicine cats.
But he only stayed in that clan because it was small and weak. It despirately needed to be rebuilt, but that was going to be a challenge. A huge challenge. And Berk liked challenges. Berkheart, a loner at heart who suffered every day the chains he had put himself into, decided to rebuild a dying clan because it was going to be a challenge. That was his one and only reason.
StormClan's medicine cat asked him once how he wanted to die, as a clan cat or a loner. Berk told him he didn't know. But he always knew he was going to die in a fight. No question about that.
After the tragedy of his clan, and the three others, Berk was devastated. Frustrated. Angry. StarClan was dead to him. He felt so helpless, because Tragedy is an enemy that he can't fight with tooth and claw. Miserable Berk is what he is now. Miserable Berk, prone to rants and bouts of aimless fury.
[Other]
Berkheart is a cat I roleplay on Furcadia in the dream I'm advertising that Furcadians familiar with it call SF. It's really Warriors of the Element Cat Clans, or Warriors of the Elements, or Clans United, one of those. In the real roleplay on Furc though, Berkheart had his head ripped off by a dog on his run to the Moonstone, so he's dead. But I plugged in an alternate ending in this history so he's still alive, and with a reason to have ended up here.
Also, Berk has a defect in his nervous system. Normally, you feel something, and your nerves send the message to your brain. Well, when Berk is subjected to large amounts of pain, such as broken ribs and a shattered leg, his nerves stop sending the message of pain to his brain. So, Berk is actually capable of running with a broken leg and broken ribs. The pain is still there, but the message isn't getting to his brain, so he doesn't feel it.
It also takes a very stern medicine cat to make sure he doesn't damage his injuries when they're healing, because if he doesn't feel the pain, he'll definitely do something stupid to make the injuries worse.