Post by Coon the Illusionist on Jul 22, 2011 23:26:47 GMT -6
<---- BASILISK
female, 7 moons
RANK: Rogue
LIVES LEFT: N/A
ALLIANCE: N/A
APPEARANCE: Pure black cat with ivy-green eyes.
PERSONALITY:
don't trust me
Basilisk, though too young to be a real threat, has a certain way with words that drives many into trusting her wholeheartedly. They forget that she is a rogue, and that rogues became rogues for one reason and one reason only; exile. And her venomous soul allows her to suck you in, use you, and then spit you back out as if nothing happened to you in the first place. Her gaze seems to almost be, in itself, poisonous, and almost entrancing to some. Perhaps that this trance that her glare puts tom and she-cat alike into is the reason for her name? Perhaps...but Basilisk has far more...important things to do.
the shed and the tools
Despite, or perhaps because of, her youth and vulnerability, Basilisk has a need to control people. Her gaze can turn from its terrifying hypnotic state to an extremely realistic look of shock, horror, innocence...anything, really. She relishes the idea of turning cats into pawns in her world-encompassing game. And she? Not the queen, nor the king. She thinks of herself as the game master, the one who can either turn the pawn to a rich queen, or bring it right into its doom. She never performs the actions herself...but she wouldn't want to be a piece in her own game, now would she?
unmask me
Basilisk seems to be without weaknesses; she is cunning, manipulative, cautious when she needs to be, and slightly insane, but she does have one weakness. She relies so much on her sight to function in the dusky forests, bright fields, even underwater, that if disabled, she is completely useless. But, she does know it, and is very cautious about getting herself into a fight or doing something that would disable her sight. She's a little thing, but she's lean and runs as fast as a squirrel. She knows a lot; and perhaps even too much; about a warrior's psyche, and she can use all this to her advantage. Besides, no one knows about her weakness...she'll be okay.
Better than okay. She'll be the master of the game she has created.
REASON FOR NAME: Her parents named her Basilisk after ancient Twoleg folklore that involved giant snakes with killing stares, and she does have a stare fit to kill.
FAMILY: Mother: Hydra (rogue-deceased)
Father: Duskwhisper (of GoldenClan-deceased)
HISTORY:
chapter zero
The story of Basilisk does not begin with her birth...it begins with what we humans call a prologue. Hydra was a rogue. Exiled for excessive violence against the place she used to call home, and for 'the other warriors' protection'. Ah, she was a bitter soul, angry at the stars themselves, resolving herself of believing in the supposed starry warriors who lived there. Why believe when you receive nothing? She stayed by this reasoning, and vowed to screw with the warrior lifestyle as much as she could. They were traitorous by abandoning their own strongest warrior, and they needed to pay. She abandoned even her warrior name, switching over to one she found out about many a moon ago; Hydra, she called herself. She wasn't sure why, but it just seemed to click into place. She let go of everything she ever knew...friends, families...lovers...
Though the self-dubbed Hydra did not know it, she did have one. Duskwhisper, his name was. He was a kind soul, with nothing but true loyalty towards his home, and Hydra's previous home; GoldenClan. And, of course, a love for Hydra. He loved her power, and he thought that she had something similar to kindness deep inside her. And he wanted to prove it to her. So, he set out to find her, and when they finally managed to bump into one another, they knew that a grand love affair was beginning. And it soon flourished; with Duskwhisper ditching patrols just so he could see her. What he didn't know was that Hydra was still keeping her promise, and stole food directly from the fresh-kill pile while everyone else slept. Taking food from the hunting grounds...after all, it had been her previous home. She knew it well. But, after many a moon of this intoxicating love, she screwed up.
She was going to have a child. She had never wanted children, even before her rogue life began. But it had happened, and there was no going back now. Duskwhisper wasn't there. Forced into a war he didn't start. Hydra awaited his return, knowing that he would come back. Knowing that he'd have to come back to see her child. She knew that if she waited, he would return. And so she waited. And waited. And waited...
And then, she bore a kit. One gorgeous, black-furred-green-eyed kit. She was born, though, with a stare that literally put a chill down her spine. She named her after folklore she had picked up when she was alone; she named her new child Basilisk. As soon as she was born, Hydra knew, somewhere in her heart, that he was never coming back. Dead, probably. At the paws of some warrior from some Clan she didn't care about.
Basilisk watched, as a very intelligent kit, as her mother went insane. Wandering around aimlessly, staring into space for hours on end, and not noticing as her kit learned from the shadows of the world. She practiced the stare that always sent shivers down her mother's spine, and soon, she was paralyzing small rodents with it, and she could always catch them, then. She tried to tell of her achievements to her mother, who of course, never listened. And so, young Basilisk thought of an idea. If her stare could terrorize prey into freezing, perhaps it could work on her mother, too. She went into the forest much more often, and by the time she felt ready, her stare had already caused a squirrel to get a heart attack from her terrifying gaze, and die in mortal pain.
So, she went up to her mother, with kitlike pleading eyes, and locked gazes with her mother. "Hydra." She had said, as she always called cats by their full name when she was about to mess with them (and only then would she call them that). She stared at her, using much of her strength in focusing on it. "You should go and die."
Her mother seemed to stare unhappily at her, as if given an order she was confused about, but she eventually whispered in a voice not used to being used, "Okay, my daughter..." Hydra echoed the last two words over and over again as she left her daughter alone. Basilisk thought that her glare couldn't have been too bad, though she felt very drained from the focus. So, like her mother did not so long ago, she waited for her to return.
She never came back. Basilisk, having a soul, was panicked by the loss of her mother, terrified by her own power. She knew that it was her fault that she was gone. Her determination to make herself the best. And, in her self-pity, she realized one thing. She wanted to do it again. That feeling of power. She loved it, adored it even, and once she realized it, a musical bout of insane laughter filled the air with its bell-like tones.
She grew, and as she grew, she practiced. She has no need or want to attack the Clan her mother used to live in, or any of the other ones, but she knew that they would eventually come to her. And once they did, they would be mice in her elaborate trap. Pawns in her game. Slaves to her power.
RP EXAMPLE: See Raccoonstar's bio.
PASSWORD: [admin edit]
