Post by D.evious on Apr 11, 2009 21:00:15 GMT -5
T i T L E: Ire // Head Guard
N A M E: Ire
G E N D E R: Female
D E S i R E D P O S i T i O N: Head Guard
T H E i M A G E: Ire is an attractive solid-chocolate hued she-cat. Her coat leaves no trace of tabby or white markings, which enhances her blazing green eyes - making them stand out even more prominently. Her chocolate colouring comes from her parents, who carry dilute as well as chocolate. Although her whiskers are a bit shorter than normal, it won't slow her down (they'll grow back, anyway). The femme cat keeps her balance with a long, solid-chocolate hued tail. Topping it off is her build, which at first glance looks moderately lithe - until you notice her subtle muscles, underrating the fierce strength that lies within.
P E R S O N A L i T Y: Ire is a force to be reckoned with. Her unrelenting fiery spirit is what makes her a bit intimidating. (And although a 'fiery spirit' is usually describing a good-natured, cutsey young cat, with Ire this isn't quite the case). With those that are on her good side, Ire is alright - not quite friendly, but good-natured and pleasant to be around. Described as almost bloodthirsty when it comes to prisoners, she can be brutal when it comes to punishments - especially if they're Clan cats - and a formidable opponent in battle. This masks a soft side, a side she rarely lets loose. To her, letting that side out in the open is weakness, not to mention it would ruin her reputation. Ire, a fierce and brutal she-cat of the Camarilla, Head Guard, may not be as cold-as-stone as she lets everyone to believe. This rock-hard exterior (and much of it interior as well) strikes fear into the hearts of many prisoners.
M E M O i R S: Ire was born as a loner, a rogue, and was taught from the start to hate Clan cats. This hatred was only strengthened when they were killed - in her eyes, their death was unjust and unfair. The she-cat was left on her own at six moons old, living as a loner, and learning quickly that to be respected, to be liked, she would need to let out that cold, hard, brutal half of hersalf. But viewing, observing the world as it was, Ire realized she didn't want to live as a loner forever. That wouldn't do - the she-cat joined the Camarilla, pleased that they hated the Clans as well, and worked her way up and gained respect and known. She eventually became the Head Guard.
