Frost

[Jay]

NAME: Frost
GENDER: Male
AGE: 12 months old (1 year old)
RESIDENCE: The City

APPEARANCE:

PELT COLOR: Silver-white
MARKINGS: Black marble tabby markings and a few random black patches.
PELT LENGTH: Short
EYE COLOR: Pale, but vibrant turquoise
BUILD: Frost has a rather rugged appearance. He's tall like most of his family with lean, but powerful muscles. He, like his mother, also has rather pointed facial features.
OTHER: Frost has a crescent shaped scar over his left eye, three claw marks on his right cheek and a notch in his right ear.

PERSONALITY:
"Well, hello there. Oh? You're curious as to who I am? Well, darlin' you just take a seat right there and I'll tell you all about myself.

Name's Frost though I'm called by a lot; I kind of prefer the nickname I've been given of 'The Big Bad Wolf'. Suits me. I'm the prince of these alleyways; I earned the title not only through blood, as my father was the prince before me, but through strength and cunning as well. That's right darling. These scars are my battle scars, you should see the other guys ... oh, wait, they're dead. That's what happens when you go against me. You break my laws and I take my anger out with some ... artistic carvings. Doesn't that sound just lovely?

Some say I'm evil, insane, etc, etc. But I like to think I'm just a bit ... eccentric. The ladies never seem to complain. It's simple, really. You follow my laws, you don't hunt in my territory and we'll get along just fine. But break those laws and darlin' you'll have hell to pay. Nice? Bah. Who needs nice. Fear works just the same way. Now, you're beautiful and all but unless you want to test the sharpness of my claws I suggest you get out of my way."

To put it simply, Frost is slightly insane, somewhat evil and a bit of a sadist. He's been called quite a lot in his relatively short life-span not that the tom exactly cares. He's as emotional as his name implies and enjoys running his claws over another's face rather than getting lovely dovey.


OTHER: Frost is your all around evil/psychotic cat. He's been known to turn cannibalistic at times and though he hasn't done it yet, the tom is probably going to rape some cat eventually. It's all about power with Frost.

RELATIONSHIPS:

MOTHER: Cloud - Pretty slender silver tabby she-cat with her father’s hazel/brown eyes. (Closed)
FATHER: Lizard - Jet-black tom with amber eyes. (closed)
SIBLINGS:
RJ - Dark gray tom with silver and white patches with turquoise eyes. (Jay)
Sam - Jet black she-cat with beautiful amber/brown eyes. (Jay)
Summer- Snowy-white she-cat with symmetrical light-grey splotches on her pelt and a white tail-tip and toes. Her eyes are amber (she's blind in the right eye) and there's a jagged scar on her belly. (closed)




HALF-SIBLINGS/COUSINS:
Hunter - Ginger and dark brown tabby she-cat with white back legs and chest with golden eyes. (closed)
Alesha - Silver tabby she-cat with white patches and mahogany-colored eyes. (Sunny)
Alec - White tom with black and silver patches and warm blue eyes. (closed)

COUSINS:
Ryder - Ginger and light brown mottled tom with almond-brown eyes like his father and white paws (Silvery)
Devereux - Fluffy brown tabby and white tom with turquoise eyes, brown covers half of his face; (Jay)
Maxwell - Black tom with cloud-shaped white markings and hazel eyes (Sunny)
Azaiah - Cinnamon and light brown mottled tom with one brown eye and one turquoise eye, a white muzzle, tail-tip, and three white paws. (closed)
Avelyn - White with light brown and dark silver patches and hazel eyes (Shadow)

CRUSH: Open
OTHER: Due to Frost's personality the likelihood of someone actually liking him is slim if not nonexistent.

HISTORY:
Frost's childhood wasn't much different than that of his other siblings other than the fact that his parents were an established couple and they weren't the by-products of a fling gone wrong. Frost and his younger sister, Summer, grew up under the watchful eye of their mother and father as well as the eyes of Otter and Bear. Tiger and Nautical had long left to travel in the hopes of finding well .. something.

Frost was always a bit of an odd kit. He would catch birds, break their wings and slowly gut them, making sure they died a long and painful death. He did similarly odd and disturbing things to other animals and when the tom was six moons old he trapped a younger kit and tortured it. He never told anyone about it and buried the body of the mangled kit far away from his family's barn. It was shortly after this incident that the tom up and left, leaving his family behind to pursue a life in the city. He'd heard his father mentioning bits of his past as prince of the alleyways when he thought his two youngest kits weren't listening and Frost got the notion into his head that he could be king of the alleyways.

When Frost arrived at the city he learned that life could be harsh and cruel, but boy did he fall in love with city life. He fought for scraps and proved himself to be a worthy opponent, and soon bore the scars to show it. His first scar, the crescent shape over his left eye, was gained the first night he spent in the city after accidentally hunting in someone else's territory. The notch in his ear was gained a few months later after Frost and another tom-cat got into a scrap over food. Frost won and the tom lost not only the battle but his life as well. This is when Frost first dabbled into the waters of cannibalism, eating the corpse of his fallen foe when the scraps they'd been fighting over didn't fill his growling stomach. The last and final scars - for the moment - are the three claw marks that mar the tom's right cheek, gained during one of Frost's ... artistic moments with another cat's face.

After many battles, much bloodshed and many fallen foes later Frost established himself as king of the alleyways, taking the role his father had once held and pushing it a step further. No one who'd like to live or keep their face free of scars challenges him. Stories had once been told of a tom who's fur was black as night, who's amber eyes were colder then ice, a tom who would attack so swiftly you didn't know what hit you, once surrounded the alleyways of that part of the city. That was when Lizard had reigned. Now stories were told of a tom who's pelt was like molten silver, a tom who's blue eyes were told to freeze cats in their spots. Stories were told of a tom who struck swift as lightning; stories of a tom who took pleasure in his foe's pain. They had dubbed him many things, 'silver serpent', 'blue-eyed devil', 'lighting'. But the tom's personal favorite was none of other than 'The Big Bad Wolf'.

And boy, does that wolf love to howl.

[Shadow]

A C C E P T E D !