Post by ronfaure on Sept 10, 2022 1:44:21 GMT
Name: Big Iron.
Desired Name: Hawkstrike (He's gonna be so mcmad icly but he'll get over it)
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: N/A
Age: 24 Moons
Birth Moon: Prey Moon 2019
Sex: Male (goes by He/Them pronouns in posts)
Personality:
History:
Desired Name: Hawkstrike (He's gonna be so mcmad icly but he'll get over it)
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: N/A
Age: 24 Moons
Birth Moon: Prey Moon 2019
Sex: Male (goes by He/Them pronouns in posts)
Appearance:
The first thing one would notice is the imposing presence that the solitary ranger-cat would give. A youth of 24 moons, he is a large feline with the strength to back himself up in any fight. Long legs keep him from the enemy's reach, and a muscular frame to make sure that they'd never forget why a cat with the name of Iron should never be crossed twice. He keeps himself in good shape, and does not flinch away from hard work in a blistering sun.
The second thing one would notice is his coat. Short, bristling fur marked with a pale cream colour has dark ginger stripes cross-crossing all across his pelt. His tail shows wisps of longer fur along it's tip and on the points of his ears, the darkest that could ever be seen across Big Iron's body.A pale underbelly stretches all the way up to his muzzle, giving the tom a grizzled appearance despite his youthful features.
Finally, Big Iron's face is carries a grim purpose and reminder of what happens when you trust too much. A triangular head rests across broad shoulders, two torn ears marked with multiple notches and a ghastly set of scars across his left eye and cheek. Still, his copper eyes can gleam merrily when he's not on the prowl for his next charge, but during stressful or serious business they can be as cold as a point's icy blues. Some would dare to say that Iron's eyes were the same colour as the ground he would bury the ones that run.
And they're right.
TLDR: Large cream mackerel tabby tom with copper eyes and three long scars across his face.
Personality:
One of the prime characteristics of Big Iron is the stoic calm that has carried them from one battle to another. No matter the circumstance so grave or so harrowing, Iron knows the score: You show one emotion that an enemy can use against you, and you'd better start digging your own grave. His nerves are as sturdy as the tales twolegs tell their own kittens of dashing heroes racing across the sunset, and his will to overcome all obstacles is almost absolute. However, due to this in-control nature, he has an issue with acting impulsive and his serious sense of self can make him unable to connect to the more emotional and especially the maternal.
Secondly, Iron is a tom of his word. So highly does he take the matter of the gentleman's agreement that anyone caught breaking their word and oath are worth less than a picked clean snake carcass. No matter what will happen, he will do what his word binds him. But that doesn't mean he'll follow it to the letter. Gaining a touch of cleverness over the harsh moons, if something isn't right about the one's he's giving his word too, he doesn't mind twisting the meaning or his actions to get the job 'technically' done in their favor.
Finally, Big Iron makes himself look like a scoundrel and a rogue, but he has a great sense of honor and justice. He would never attempt to take what is needed by the innocent, or those who can't protect themselves. He'll seek our the brutes and bullies of the world and send them packing or to the Stars with his claws if need be.
Big Iron's story sounds rather tame. A young kitten named Scrabble was born to a molly inside of a twolegplace with his brothers and sisters. Like all kittens, they were adopted out by the time they were ready, and Scrabble never got to see any of his brothers and sisters again. But he didn't mind too much. After all, he had his new friend Clint to keep him company! Clint even gave Scrabble a special name, Big Iron, like his favorite song.
Until he was around fifteen moons, the rest of his life had been in blissful peace. Clint was a nice twoleg who made sure he was fed and warm, gave him many toys to play with, and nursed him back to health when he got sick. The two of them looked out for one another as best they could. Big Iron didn't care too much for the other twolegs in the house who would constantly ignore the little cat or worse kick at him when he demanded treats or pets. Near the end of that era, Big Ironcould hear all of the twolegs shouting and yelling, but for what he could not know.
Then one day, one of the mean twolegs stuffed Big Iron inside of a cage and drove him out to a shelter. Big Iron yowled and cried out for Clint, yet his twoleg did not come to pick him up. The street cats who were in the shelter didn't take kindly to a soft mouth to feed and beat on Big Iron when it came to dinner time. The only friend that would take any pity was another ginger tabby named Texas Red.
The two formed an alliance in the shelter. Texas would fight off the cats, and Big Iron would take as much food for the both of them. They became as thick as thieves, growing closer while the other cats came and went out of the shelter. Texas Red dreamed about escaping to the wilderness, eating his own food and never having to answer to anyone. Big Iron promised to help Texas Red escape the facility so they could live that dream together.
The time came, a new hire had left the cage unlocked by mistake. Big Iron and Texas Red snuck through the halls until they found an open window, dashing their way out. The next few moons were almost as blissful to Iron as they were with Clint. But Texas Red, knowing that another mouth to feed would threaten his starvation chances, did what he felt he had to do to make it right. He attacked Iron and scratched up his face, leaving his former partner in crime for dead.
Big Iron healed slowly with the help of another, more knowledgeable solitary cat. But the damage could not be repaired to his heart, his psyche. Swearing to right the wrongs set by those who preyed upon the weak, Big Iron stepped back into the world a changed cat. His travels crossed far and wide in the twolegplace and wilderness alike, forcing the evil back into the darkness.
But he always saved a paw full of claws for Texas Red.