BasicName: Ryder
Sex: Female Gender: Transgender Male [pronouns: he, him, his] Age: Twenty-four moons AllegiancesClan: Dusk Syndicate
Rank: Fighter [future: Guard??] Mentor: None Apprentice: None RelationsOrientation: Demisexual/Biromantic
Romantic Interest: None Mate: None Kits: None Mother: Snowball [deceased] Father: Norman [deceased] Siblings: ??? |
Description Appearance: Ryder is a black tom with white paws. chest, belly, and muzzle. His eyes are a very simple yellow, but the have a menacing glow to them. He's a bit scrawny, but that just makes him a faster, stealthier opponent, rather than a loud, forceful one.
Scars/Injuries: He has a few random scars along his back. Personality: Being an extremely observant tom, Ryder holds up to his fighter rank with no problem. He takes pleasure in watching things and learning. Considering he watches more than he does anything else, he is quite knowledgeable on the affairs of the DS, and of the weaknesses of some of its members. However, he didn't really speak up. In fact, he keeps to himself on purpose, as if luring the mouse-brains in the pick on him. If he is targeted by taunts, he simply uses his words to beat the other down. However, if he's approached and questioned for matters that don't revolve around his strange calm, he is quite willing to speak his mind. Sometimes, even when he isn't ask, he'll butt into a conversation to make his observations or to simply put a cat in their place. He's more of a 'let what happens happen' type of cat, and he doesn't go out seeking fights or creating disasters unless he's told. |
Welcome! | Ryder |