Battle weary and worn (Barry Darkat)

[Barry]

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[shadow=red,up,300][glow=red,2,300]BARRY DARKAT[/glow][/shadow]

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Warrior name: Barr
Gender: XY
Clan:
Rank:

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Marital status: Deceased NPC
Children: Deceased NPC
Pedigree: Australian Mist (Spotted x Classic Tabby)
Parents: Deceased NPC x Deceased NPC
Siblings: Deceased NPC

Likes: The sun, enthusiasm, brawling.
Dislikes: Rudeness, unsociable comments, Backstabbing, Dishonesty, Whining, and most of all, ANYONE screwing with those he considers his friends or Kin.
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Accessories: Simple black leather collar.
Looks: Slight was an understatement. Even for a Tabby, he lacked the barreling chest of a Tom. And he was far from a young Cat, his tattered ears now mostly Gray.
But first impressions can deceive, and closer inspection is often warranted. There was a defiant glint in his steeled, clear green eyes; One that told of his inner strength. Old, thin and fading scratches criss-crossed his nose, mussel and eyelids, and was missing a claw from his left front paw. Muscle rippled along his back, long and sleek, like ropes drawn tight along his flanks and narrow hindquarters, where it knotted and bunched from moons of dragging prey twice his weight to places he and his former Kin wouldn't be disturbed.
His short coat was coarse and faded from exposure to the elements, but shone with luster in the sun, belaying the Toms age.
Movement was always deliberate, calculated, and without excess. But this always comes at a cost, and moons phases were catching up, restricting him in his freedom of movement, especially on colder days.
Personality: A quick smile and a quicker quip, mischief is his forte. He will often make game of those who's youthful exuberance and pride are easily wounded, but all in fun, inviting lighthearted banter over genuine insult. However, his free, confident and unshakable boisterism is a front for a much Darker side. When on occasion riled, his personality flips a complete 180^o. He becomes Quiet, still; The boyish spark is replaced by blank stare that could drill a hole through rock. He seems to grow to twice his size and speaks in a tone as cold as ice, only hinting at the ferocity about to be unleashed.