Drossel [The Master]. Rogue extrodinair;

[Mistress Tatl.]

DROSSEL [The Master]

17 Moons
Male
"The Master"
Rogue
Non-clan
Killer

"You're all just puppets on the strings of false gods."

ABILITIES

Speed: 5/5
Stamina: 4/5
Physical Strength: 1/5
Mental Strength: 2/5

Strengths:

☪ Unpredictibility.
☪ Thinking outside the box.
☪ Mutations.
☪ Adaptations.
☪ Wit.
☪ Eerieness.
☪ Sly and witty.
☪ Stunning smile and prize-worthy optimism.

Weakness:

☪ Sanity.
☪ Somewhat gullible.
☪ Easily distracted.
☪ Blind.
☪ Temper.
☪ Often takes things too far.
☪ Holds grudges.
☪ Physically weak and bad at fight.

Type Number (clan):

3. Heck, he's practically a 4. The sick freak.

Appearance

Height: Shorter than the average tom.
Build: Thin, almost frail.
Eyes: Shocking, illuminant blue.
Fur: Naturally gray.
Image: click.

PHYSICAL

Scruffy would be one word for it. Drossel is a thin, almost frail looking cat with fur that never quite lays flat. Structurally, he may not be impressive, but Drossel manages to keep a sort of intimidating nature around him, is probably his eyes. Sure, once you get a whiff of his personality, he can be plenty intimidating, but his peculiar eyes could unnerve any cat without a word exchanged between them. See, Drossel's shocking blue eyes have no pupils. He is completely blind. Not to mention his long, pointed front teeth, giving him a slight saber-tooth tiger-reminiscent look. His pointed grin can make a few of the strongest cats feel uneasy as well, and his long, sharp claws can deal serious damage if he can land a strike.

MUTATIONS

Drossel has a few adaptations and mutations, some going all the way back to his ancestors who had been experimented on in labs. For example, his eyes glow faintly (actually admitting light), very much like the way a jelly fish's body glows. It is actually the cause of his blindness. Due to his blindness, Drossel has developed a sort of echo-location ability, which is why he laughs so often, and talks to himself even when they're no one around. Typically, Drossel's fur is a solid bluish gray, like a Russian blue. However, like a chameleon, he has adapted the ability to disguise himself, and can camouflage himself to suit any environment, even without being able to see it. You might say he almost has a sixth sense that allows him to employ such disguises. His tail is very long, and thick, almost like a lemur's. He can use it to feel around him, and help him see, and he often lashes his tail back and forth so nothing can sneak up behind him.

Personality

Loves: Games. Death. Blood. Tricks.
Hates: Frauds. Seriousness. Boredom. Spirits.
Desires: To kill.
Fears: Death.

IMPRESSIONS

Quirky? You've no idea. Drossel is beyond quirky. He's mad. No, not angry mad! Crazy mad. In fact, he hardly seems able to string to words together while making sense to any sane cat, sometimes. He's easily distracted, and almost seems to talk in loops. There's something cryptic about his words though, almost as though he knows more than he actually expresses.

TRUE SELF

If you speak to Drossel too long, or refuse to call him by his chosen name, he can get quite short tempered. In fact, they could be your last words. Drossel never fights head on (because he's not particularly great at it), but he takes cheep shots and uses tricks to harm others when he's upset. Honestly, most cats consider Drossel a monster.

There is something else peculiar about Drossel. One might even claim it's why he's gone completely bonkers. Though he is blind, Drossel has the ability to see spirits. Good spirits. Bad spirits. Neutral spirits. He can see them all. Sometimes, even if they don't want him too. Not that he sees them all the time. He often ignores them if he does. Despite seeing all these spirits, who many groups of cats seem to worship, Drossel has little to no respect for them. He believes they are pompous, and make claims they cannot stand up to. He calls them 'false gods'. Many cats look to them as all knowing beings from beyond who can help them, but Drossel knows better than that. They are simply a bunch of frauds, and there's nothing Drossel hates more than a fraud.

Life

Father: Unknown.
Mother: Deceased.
Brother(s): None. Unkown.
Sister(s): Deceased. Unkown.
Lover: None.
Decendants: None.
Other: None.

HERITAGE

Nobody quite knows exactly where Drossel came from. Some of those who've survived meeting him assume he is some sort of demonic creature that didn't have to be born, but simply existed. However, Drossel knows full well he is mortal. However, beyond the character knowledge, I can tell you this: Drossel is descendent of cats that had been tested on in labs in experiments with crossing animal DNA. His mutations are the results of hundreds of years of development. His mother, and the cats of her line all were blind with the same glowing eyes, and thus they developed a method for "seeing" through their echo location. Their tails got longer and longer to help them see, and their claws and teeth grew as a defensive mechanism. Their fur began taking on the properties of the many locations they traveled, even beginning to change color in order to camouflage them from predators who might sneak up on them, and to give them an advantage to help in blind hunting.

GROWING

His earliest memory, is of his mother, actually. Or, at least, her corpse. He recalls looking down upon the dead she-cat with a grin on his face, and a cackle on his tongue, her blood splashed across his pelt and claws. Oh yes, he'd killed her himself. He killed her in her sleep. Not long after killing his own sister by pushing her off a nearby cliff. The spirits had told him to. They said it'd be funny. He agreed.

LIVING

Since, Drossel has wandered aimlessly, sometimes following rumors that caught his interest to places he could wreak havoc. He's been traveling like that for most of his life now, and has no idea where he started off. At seventeen moons, he's taken at least twenty lives that he is sure of, He's still a young tom, though, and with luck, he will continue to revel in the miseries of others for many moons yet.

TRACKING

Featured in: Time To Play. Those Nights. .
Assignments: Lost-Surprises.

SHRIKEPAW

TBA

ROBINPAW

What an interesting little she-cat. To come begging for my attention out of pure curiosity. I can't decide whether it bores me or excites me. To put it briefly, my curiosity has been piqued.

OTHER

Player: Destiny
Theme: click.
Display Name Color: #3a635f
Personal Text: The Puppet Master.
Signature: click.
Avatar: click.

WRITING SAMPLE

Only a fool would say there's nothing to fear of the night. For the night...is where the monsters look. His cackle echoed through the dark, sending chills down the good animals of the night. I see you, he trilled in dark delight creeping in otherwise-silence through the tangled forest. You who are so determined to ruin my days with your constant nagging. The spirits of the night. Nobody else would have heard a response. They were too busy hiding and cowering like the scum they were. But Drossel, he could ear them clear as day. They were the only thing he was ever able to see.

Drossel, one spirit replied in a soothing, warm tone. Please listen to us...There is a darkness coming, and you are the link between the stars.

Drossel scoffed in reply, tail lashing more irritably than usual, though he was grinning as widely as ever. Bah. The link between worlds. You all think you're so great. You're no better than I am!

Please Drossel...Please find them. Save them.

Save them? he spat in amusement, cackling once more. Perhaps I'll just go watch them die! He turned his back on the spirit, laughing hysterically in wicked glee. In fact, I think I will!

Password Phrase:

"The springs did not serve any actual purpose."

How/where did you find us?:

Via the old site, where I used to be an admin and would often lurk.

Anything you'd like us to know?

Um...nope.

coded by DESTINY for NIE ANGST

[Phlox]

First of all, holy StarClan this template is beautiful. And you've got a very interesting character too!

Accepted, just make sure to keep it ambiguous in rp whether the spirits are truly there or he's just that crazy. ;3