Post by ❝ avian rose ❞ on Jun 28, 2020 17:17:41 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appHEADER"]whiterose
[attr="class","appTAG"]@/whiterose - (a beautiful spotted off white molly with ice blue eyes.)
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| 27 MOONS | molly | heterosexual | riverCLAN | warrior |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| + intelligent + strongwilled + charming + encouraging + reliable + graceful + calculating + social butterfly | - possessive - manipulative - superiority pride - obsessive - commitment issues - unsettling sanity - ambitious - seductive |
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]PERSONALITY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]GENERAL;;
beautiful and graceful are the first two words that would come to anyone's mind about whiterose. because that's the aura she tries to portray about herself. strong-willed and open-minded are her outward traits. telling you what you want to hear or playing the devil's advocate, she can do both and will do so in order to get her way. on the other paw encouragement is one of her most valued talents. she's the kind of molly who knows what she likes and likes what she sees. if you are getting a compliment from whiterose, unless you're ashblaze, then the only reason she's giving it to you is that she wants something from you. whether she's trying to seduce or trying to uphold a certain appearance, it doesn't really matter because it's all the same.
whiterose doesn't hate anyone, but she cares for no one besides herself. ashblaze is an obsession, one that she would do almost anything for. but don't take that obsession as love. she would definitely call it love, if only because she doesn't really know what love is. but regardless, she has the skills to replicate what love might look like, but not the true empathy required to have a legit loving relationship.
and just to be clear, while she has killed before, she is not the kind who likes getting their paws dirty and loves watching others do it from the sidelines. she'll encourage deadly behavior and even cheer on from the sidelines, watching like a hawk and playing the wingman if needed, catching someone who's bleeding, while messy, is a lot easier to do than to brutally bully somecat to the ground. besides, she was made for speed and agility, not for brute strength. pushing someone over the edge of the gorge is different than shoving somecat's face underwater and holding them there.
a strategist through and through, whiterose loves being in the center of a plan. clever and calculated, she's good at being an advisor when it comes to physical abuse rather than executing it herself. but being a politician and a social butterfly, now that's where she excels. she's good at seeing through a lie and good at responding to that lie with one of her own. playing the perfect little angel, starclan's chosen. at least that's how she acts. again, playing to a certain appearance rather than a truthful mirror.
WARRIOR CODE;;
the warrior code means nothing to whiterose. they're not even guidelines for her. she can do whatever she wishes as long as she doesn't get caught. and as long as ashblaze approves. but that doesn't mean she's going around breaking the warrior code willy nilly. she understands that to other less enlightened cats, the warrior code means absolutely everything to them. so, of course, she's going to pretend like she has to dumb herself down to their level just to make sure she doesn't get thrown out of the clan. because it doesn't matter how big the world is, everything that belongs to her is here in riverclan and if she loses it, then she is absolutely nothing.
that said, while she pretends to follow the code to the letter, when it really came down to it, she has no loyalty to riverclan. there is no comradery between her and the rest of her clan. she couldn't care less for them. but if she lost ashblaze, then she would forfeit her own life only because he is everything to her even if she pretends that isn't the case.
starclan is just the same. even if they did exist, they spoke so rarely to the rest of the clan that they couldn't possibly be a threat to her own life. she cares very little for their existence and decides instead that ashblaze is put up on that pedestal. on a pedestal that he doesn't know he's on. even though she spends all the time she can to stroke his ego.
GREATEST FEAR;;
the only redeemable quality about whiterose is her fear. without ashblaze she is nothing. she's put all of her time, blood, sweat, and tears into him that she couldn't possibly live for anything else. or at least she wouldn't think so. terrified of having kits, she's afraid that the door might open for her to actually learn to love something again. why has she not gone to ashblaze directly? because she's terrified of the inevitable.
beautiful and graceful are the first two words that would come to anyone's mind about whiterose. because that's the aura she tries to portray about herself. strong-willed and open-minded are her outward traits. telling you what you want to hear or playing the devil's advocate, she can do both and will do so in order to get her way. on the other paw encouragement is one of her most valued talents. she's the kind of molly who knows what she likes and likes what she sees. if you are getting a compliment from whiterose, unless you're ashblaze, then the only reason she's giving it to you is that she wants something from you. whether she's trying to seduce or trying to uphold a certain appearance, it doesn't really matter because it's all the same.
whiterose doesn't hate anyone, but she cares for no one besides herself. ashblaze is an obsession, one that she would do almost anything for. but don't take that obsession as love. she would definitely call it love, if only because she doesn't really know what love is. but regardless, she has the skills to replicate what love might look like, but not the true empathy required to have a legit loving relationship.
and just to be clear, while she has killed before, she is not the kind who likes getting their paws dirty and loves watching others do it from the sidelines. she'll encourage deadly behavior and even cheer on from the sidelines, watching like a hawk and playing the wingman if needed, catching someone who's bleeding, while messy, is a lot easier to do than to brutally bully somecat to the ground. besides, she was made for speed and agility, not for brute strength. pushing someone over the edge of the gorge is different than shoving somecat's face underwater and holding them there.
a strategist through and through, whiterose loves being in the center of a plan. clever and calculated, she's good at being an advisor when it comes to physical abuse rather than executing it herself. but being a politician and a social butterfly, now that's where she excels. she's good at seeing through a lie and good at responding to that lie with one of her own. playing the perfect little angel, starclan's chosen. at least that's how she acts. again, playing to a certain appearance rather than a truthful mirror.
WARRIOR CODE;;
the warrior code means nothing to whiterose. they're not even guidelines for her. she can do whatever she wishes as long as she doesn't get caught. and as long as ashblaze approves. but that doesn't mean she's going around breaking the warrior code willy nilly. she understands that to other less enlightened cats, the warrior code means absolutely everything to them. so, of course, she's going to pretend like she has to dumb herself down to their level just to make sure she doesn't get thrown out of the clan. because it doesn't matter how big the world is, everything that belongs to her is here in riverclan and if she loses it, then she is absolutely nothing.
that said, while she pretends to follow the code to the letter, when it really came down to it, she has no loyalty to riverclan. there is no comradery between her and the rest of her clan. she couldn't care less for them. but if she lost ashblaze, then she would forfeit her own life only because he is everything to her even if she pretends that isn't the case.
starclan is just the same. even if they did exist, they spoke so rarely to the rest of the clan that they couldn't possibly be a threat to her own life. she cares very little for their existence and decides instead that ashblaze is put up on that pedestal. on a pedestal that he doesn't know he's on. even though she spends all the time she can to stroke his ego.
GREATEST FEAR;;
the only redeemable quality about whiterose is her fear. without ashblaze she is nothing. she's put all of her time, blood, sweat, and tears into him that she couldn't possibly live for anything else. or at least she wouldn't think so. terrified of having kits, she's afraid that the door might open for her to actually learn to love something again. why has she not gone to ashblaze directly? because she's terrified of the inevitable.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]you were younger than him, but by just a couple sunrises. you remember the sweet dripping voice of your mother as she spoke to you and your brother. but neither of you was loved. you saw the way she looked at you. saw the torture and pain in her eyes as she nursed you two. brother and sister, you survived together, even as your father would approach when no one else was in the nursery to spit and abuse your mother, before amusing himself by playing keep-away with his tail as you two kits grew.
your brother had always tried to play rough with you, but your mother would shoo him away to play with the snake brothers if they would let him. they were fickle that way, and you grew to hate them. or at least you hated that no good, word spitting, bully adderkit. poor viperkit just followed along because he had to, but he was a simple coward in your eyes.
but ashkit. the poor little scrap of fur would always distract you whenever your mom tried to give you lessons. she would talk on and on about grace and the warrior code and blah blah blah. but she never did it with a smile and she always got upset when you couldn't respond the way she wanted. you knew that she hated you. she was simply taking care of you because she had to. your father would watch your progress with interest, but only from afar. he spent a lot more time with your older brother, teaching him... whatever it was they talked about. you didn't really care either way. your brother was boring and careless.
he didn't attract your attention much, to begin with. he was a happy little thing that shifted into something cold and soggy. your attention would be diverted back when he attacked your brother for the moss ball. he was taken straight to the medicine cat's den and a small unsettling smile curved at your lips and your heart began to pound at unnaturally high levels of sound. you would hope that he just might miss the roaring of the blood in that traveled loudly through your ears.
you didn't speak to him. you never even looked at him. but every chance you got you'd happily get into adderkit's face, just so you could see the look on your love's face for even just a moment. you'd share even just the briefest of moments and it was these that you cherished as they days tracked onward toward apprenticeship.
speaking of so, it disappointed you to realize that you were to become an apprentice even before the love of your life. at least a half a moon before he did. you were heartbroken to know that you would have to live without him even just for half a moon as your mentor didn't give you much time to go see him. she was a young and graceful molly, much like her mother, but younger and much kinder. however the damage had been done and your mother wouldn't even look at you now that she'd gotten rid of you. the damage and the obsession had grown, and there was nothing your lovely mentor could teach you except how to better lie.
your brother had always tried to play rough with you, but your mother would shoo him away to play with the snake brothers if they would let him. they were fickle that way, and you grew to hate them. or at least you hated that no good, word spitting, bully adderkit. poor viperkit just followed along because he had to, but he was a simple coward in your eyes.
but ashkit. the poor little scrap of fur would always distract you whenever your mom tried to give you lessons. she would talk on and on about grace and the warrior code and blah blah blah. but she never did it with a smile and she always got upset when you couldn't respond the way she wanted. you knew that she hated you. she was simply taking care of you because she had to. your father would watch your progress with interest, but only from afar. he spent a lot more time with your older brother, teaching him... whatever it was they talked about. you didn't really care either way. your brother was boring and careless.
he didn't attract your attention much, to begin with. he was a happy little thing that shifted into something cold and soggy. your attention would be diverted back when he attacked your brother for the moss ball. he was taken straight to the medicine cat's den and a small unsettling smile curved at your lips and your heart began to pound at unnaturally high levels of sound. you would hope that he just might miss the roaring of the blood in that traveled loudly through your ears.
you didn't speak to him. you never even looked at him. but every chance you got you'd happily get into adderkit's face, just so you could see the look on your love's face for even just a moment. you'd share even just the briefest of moments and it was these that you cherished as they days tracked onward toward apprenticeship.
speaking of so, it disappointed you to realize that you were to become an apprentice even before the love of your life. at least a half a moon before he did. you were heartbroken to know that you would have to live without him even just for half a moon as your mentor didn't give you much time to go see him. she was a young and graceful molly, much like her mother, but younger and much kinder. however the damage had been done and your mother wouldn't even look at you now that she'd gotten rid of you. the damage and the obsession had grown, and there was nothing your lovely mentor could teach you except how to better lie.
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| WHITE; for her off white pelt. | ROSE; for the beautiful red ticks of color on her pelt. |
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| ❝ avian rose ❞ | |
| 26 years old | she - her - hers |
| mst | CONTACT |
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