Post by Forest on Mar 3, 2020 5:47:47 GMT
Age: 82 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Stormclan
Rank: Warrior
Character Slot: Normal
Character Status: Alive
Character Add-ons: N/A
Appearance:
SilentDeath is a short haired tan tom. He is a slender tom, his frame built for running more than anything else, he is pure muscle. Scars cover him, littering him from head to claw. Black rims his eyes, ears, and nose. His eyes are a sharp piercing sea foam green.
Personality:
Passionate ~ Loving ~ Loyal ~ Determined ~ Free spirited ~ Stubborn ~ Impulsive ~ Ruthless ~ Sadistic
A raging inferno resides within Silentdeath. He burns with passion and emotion and it clearly shows. His dedication, joy, and passion are contagious inspiring and encouraging to others. He loves his clan and his clan mates with every wisp of that raging inferno. He is lighthearted and joyful, always happy to help others and have fun. His energy and dedication are tireless. He is always ready for a new challenge, a new task, a new game. When others are collapsing from exhaustion Silentdeath is still going, still running, still fighting, still working. Silentdeath is a wild individual who treasures his freedom. He does things his way, at his leisure, even though his normal setting is running at 1000%. There is no inbetween for Silentdeath he either does thing with his all, feels things with everything he is, or he doesn’t. He puts everything he has into things he loves. To his clanmates Silentdeath is always there to make them feel better, help them with their problems, walk them through their darkness, encourage them, support them, help them grow. No one is truly alone with Silentdeath around. Silentdeath has always been a charismatic monster, he can seemingly get along with anyone. He adapts quickly and overcomes hardships, Silentdeath could thrive anywhere. He could be considered a troublemaker due to his tendency to do things his way and his overwhelming energy but when it comes down to it Silentdeath is someone you could always count on. He can be hot headed and incredibly stubborn but that is because of the fire raging within him. He can’t help being the way he is, feeling things how he does. When Silentdeath is serious he is lethally so, his personality taking a complete 180. In a second he can go from goofy to deathly serious. There is a dangerous duality to Silentdeath, one his clan never sees and he intends to keep it that way. The only thing that matters to Silentdeath are his loved ones. He sees nothing wrong with killing others, slaughtering in cold blood. He doesn’t understand why it’s wrong and he never has. A monster lurks within him, one that thirsts for blood and slaughter. Silent learned that he should hide his monster, that those around him would only be scared and hurt by it. To Silentdeath killing and causing pain are as easy as breathing and as nonconsequential. He burns with a dark fire, one he has done his best to smother. Because he always lives at 100% when he is angry he burns with a dangerous rage. It is a cold rage, a calculating rage. He would never harm his clan or those he loves but those threatening them, it is then that the monster rears it’s bloodthirsty head. There is something broken inside Silentdeath. Silent is a fighter, a runner, a killer, and a lover. For his loved ones he would set the world on fire.
Silentdeath and his brother were born into death and pain. He has known two truths his whole life; that life is filled with pain and that his brother will always be there for him. He was born to a gentle and loving she-cat, a flower that bloomed in bloody soil. As soon as Silent and Shattered could feel and understand the concept of love, their mother was brutally slaughtered in front of them. From there their lives took a painful turn. They had been born into a group of monsters, cats that lived on the hinges of a city. Death and pain where their language, a language Silent learned well. Silent and Shattered barely survived into adulthood. They had to kill to survive, torture or risk being tortured. Silent thrived in this sea of blood and pain, he would not let it put his fire out. Even though they tried to beat love out of Silent and Shattered, Silent still loved his brother. They trained together, ate together, hunted together, and protected each other. They had become a dangerous and lethal duo. Where Shattered was the strength and cold calculator Silent was the speed and precision.
The leader grew to hate the brothers, grew jealous and fearful of them even. He made their lives as painful and horrible as he could. Yet he couldn’t truly act out against them, they were too valuable of assets. Silent never thought of leaving, this was the only way of life he knew and he thrived in it. He did what he wanted whenever he wanted, killed for the love of killing. If his brother ever thought of leaving Shattered never shared those thoughts.
Silent and Shattered would have stayed in the roaring ocean of blood and death forever had it not been for one fateful encounter. Silent met a tom from outside his clan. His name was Spark and he was everything Silent wasn’t. He was a gentle flame in a world of darkness, a loving touch, an understanding embrace. Silent feels with every fiber of his soul. It was his roaring inferno that damned him. Silent fell head over heels for Spark. He was consumed by love, drowning in it. Spark tamed Silent’s monster, he taught him that there was more to life than the endless cycle of death he was trapped in. Silent and Shattered knew they needed to keep Spark away from their clan and for a while everything was okay. Then everything changed. Spark was caught by the leader as he was looking for Silent. The reasons Spark was looking for him still haunt him to this day. Spark knew it was death to go looking for Silent in their territory so why was he there? The leader, seeing an opportunity to hurt Silent and control the monster he had created, made Silent and Shattered watch as he slaughtered Spark. They were helpless to do anything and as Silent watched his love die something permanent broke within him. He doesn’t remember what they did that day, Shattered can’t forget it. The brothers unleashed themselves, doing what they were taught to do, kill. Shattered and Silent ran and never looked back.
They were lost, set adrift in a desert of despair. When they found the clans it was like something had heard the pain in their souls and led them to healing. Silent found Stormclan and knew instantly that was where he belonged but he also knew it was not where his brother belonged. Shattered had suffered enough and deserved to go somewhere that would heal his broken soul. So the brothers split up, for once in their lives leaving each other. They would always love each other but they were on seperate paths now, had probably been since the moment they were born. Silent joined stormclan, hiding his monster, and never looked back.
+ ShatteredBones - skyclan - brother - retired
+ Thunderstep - mate
+ Spark - love of his life - deceased
+ Larkpaw - nightclan - daughter - deceased
+ Dawn - loner - daughter
+ Ice Eyes - Grandkit
+ Rosebones, Nightfright, Paintedfoot - Nieces and Nephew
