Post by Splash on Jan 4, 2013 20:34:37 GMT -5
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Doesn't have one - changes it according to who he's talking to. However, as the invisible legend he likes to be, many know him as Chaos.
Age:
18 Moons
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Tom
Appearance:
He doesn't look like much at all. Thin, lithe, and rather small. He's easy to overlook and you don't look at him and think that he's the feared shadow Chaos. In fact, you think of him what he wants you to think - a lost little cat, a brave fighter. He's an amazing actor and does everything with complete control over his voice and body language. He can lie through his teeth and you will have no idea. He's a good fighter, of course. A wonderful assassin. but he isn't the best - the brunt of his skills aren't physical. This will be explained in detail later. His fur is plain and black and not memorable. His eyes are plain yellow, bold but not noticeable.
Personality:
The first thing to note about him is that you will most likely never see his true personality, unless you're a few seconds away from death. Most likely at his paws. Because he is an actor. And a liar. The best you will ever see. He's a good assassin, of course, but, not the best. No, that's not where he derives his abilities. You see, there is no better manipulate known. He doesn't lead, not at all. Doesn't want to give orders. but he can read emotions and therefore knows how to act. He has found his way everywhere - twoleg nests, the clans, and even the of RoR. Story for another time. He can be a shoulder to lean on, a fighter to depend on, a strategist to ask questions too. He can even be fearful and humble, for pride is not the purpose of his show.
However, you must wonder what is past this? An actor can play as many parts as he wants - they do not make him anything. So what is beneath the theater mask? Well, it's more of a monster story then not, this first part.
Chaos;
Chaos is a living legend. Appearing six moons ago out of the blue, he made a name for himself. Within a moon, he was feared. Within another, he was a legendary monster. A monster of the dark. A story told to kits to keep them in camp. Except the fear is real, because Chaos is not a legend of the past. Still exists, still kills. Knows the routes and plans, knows the routine. Knows more then should be possible. Chaos is cold and merciless. he has no end goal, no end of the road. He kills because it is fun and he doesn't wish to become bored, because Chaos is quite sure that if boredom comes, he will shrivel up and die.
He has learned to simply live with the killing. It doesn't stab at his heart, doesn't hurt him. In fact, for a little, hated kit having the powerful violent legend within him was a blessing and he simply adapted, living with Chaos. Chaos, who made him and actor and liar. Chaos, who killed whoever he wanted. Chaos..... who had saved from from those awful rogues. Chaos who was more him then he himself was. Chaos....... Who he never fought.
Chaos who will be explained much more in RP. XD
History:
Rivo was born to two rogues who really were getting too old for kits. Which is why he was the only live kit in his litter. As soon as he was weened, they passed him off to a pair of rogues. A pair of rogues who they didn't pay much attention to. So little Rivo was in the belly of the beast. The kit, only about two moons was trained hard and fast, and or moons he was called a burden, hated. They rarely laid paw to him, but, there were reprimanding strikes and soon Rivo was fast and a perfectionist, rarely making mistakes. He began to pull his own, and then they really wore in on him. Now that he was an asset, they were keeping him. After a particularly brutal day, when Rivo was laying alone in his nest, sore and tired, her felt a spark of anger, which he hadn't felt in a while. That when he first met Chaos.
"Hello?"
Rivo froze, bristling. "Who's there?"
*chuckles* "I am a friend, to you at least. And don't speak out loud. We don't want Lov and Sau to hear you."
Cautiously, Rivo thought; 'Are you in my head?'
"Yes."
'So I'm crazy and hearing voices.'
"I am not a petty figment of your imagination!"
'So you can remember anything before talking to me?'
"Maybe I can't, but I can prove it to you."
'Can you?'
"You want out?"
'Of course.'
"So it shall be done."
Suddenly his body wasn't his own, moving without his permission, strong and tall and so much more powerful. He padded over to Lov and Sau, and without a word, killed the startled pair. He felt no guilt.
"Believe me yet?"
'Maybe....... but thank you.'
"You could've done it."
'Yeah right.'
"You could've. but you felt like you couldn't. Your doubt kept you from your freedom."
'That's where you came in.'
"I'm not a tool, but I like you. You seem like a cat worth being around."
'Where's your creepy deal?'
"Don't have one. I won't do anything if you aren't okay with it. As I said, I like you. but I have a request."
'I'm listening.'
"You didn't feel bad, did you? When I killed them?"
'They were bad cats.'
"Don't lie to yourself. You simply didn't care. They could have been anyone and you wouldn't care."
'Creepy.'
"Don't be a fool. You know it as well as I."
'Okay, fine. Your deal?'
"We are equals. Everyone else is below us, no matter what they may think. but we are equals."
'Doesn't sound aweful.'
"It means that I get to do what I want half of the time. I may kill again."
'Doesn't bother me.'
"Good. I need chaos."
'Chaos?'
"Of course. You know, that's a worthwhile name. That's us - Chaos. The legend."
And so a legend, albeit a monstrous one, is born. They take jobs and lay low, acting and lying there way everywhere. The name Rivo has too many ties and it is lost. For a while, life is fine. Then, at sixteen moons, they tangle with something bigger then them. After becoming a servant in the RoR, they begin to serve the kind. Within a few seconds of killing him, Chaos is caught mid leap. He's a good fighter. but he can't fight off five guards at once. Still, he tries and manages to land two killing strikes before pinned to the ground, seconds from death."Wait."
Yellow eyes fix themselves on the king, unable to look truly defiant when pinned to the ground. A slow smile breaks across the kings face, cruel and vile and even Chaos doesn't like it. "Slips past everyone and gets in here? No cat could have gotten so close!" The king laughs and Chaos bites his lip. This not good. "We've been played, boys. This cat isn't a servant! A black cat who walks so silently whether he's meaning two or not? Took down two of our guards? You are looking at Chaos." The king laughed again. "Even legends fall before me now! This is too precious!" Chaos bared his teeth. "I bow to none." The king shook his head, amused at the defiance. "The great Chaos, a lowly servant! That simply won't do. He could be so much more helpful elsewhere." Chaos sneered. "I kill. I am not a soldier. I do not fight, I do not hunt. I kill. I am an assassin. And I bow to none." This seemed to interest the king. "An assassin, hmm? Then we have the perfect job. You three, pas shim off to the knights. Don't want him getting away. As soon as we can be sure he won't run for the hills, throw him in withe rest of the assassins."
It took a few days before Chaos finally relented and agreed to work for the RoR. Except Chaos isn't one of them, not really. He is given jobs, he completes them. She stays as far away from them all and they hate him in return. The good ones from the pain he's caused. The bad ones for the fact that he doesn't embrace their cause. He's a loner. And they all realize that the fact they don't talk to him gives him power. Holds him above them. Makes him more then a mere mortal. Cements him as a legend. As Chaos. He takes his time with killing the cats, but, he does it best, never leaving a trace. With his abilities to get into any place, he can even slip berries into their food. He is, though not the fastest assassin, the most efficient one.
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