--the joker--the rogue--Tripp--

[~ Resonance]

Name:: Tripp
Age:: 6-moons
Gender:: Tom
Calling: Rouge
Appearance:

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He is tiny compared to any cat his age. He is lean and lithe, but rather thin. His fur is scruffy and pitch black. It is also short. His tail is rather long, but it crooked near the tip. His claws are black and somewhat long. A scar stretches from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his right eye. His left ear has a nick in it.

Personality:

He is extremely good at fighting, hunting, tracking, hiding, and killing. However, at first glance usually most cats label him as insane, deranged, or slightly out of wack. His mood changes easily, even at the smallest comment, movement, or for no reason at all--bipolar. Underneath all this, however, he is murderous and chaotic, unpredictable. He does not value life that much, and feels no regret or guilt over any deaths or murders. He has no ties to any cat, no allegiances and no loyalties. He is sadistic, and enjoys seeing others in pain. When he fights, or kills, he will draw it out and make you suffer. He never forgets a cat or grudge or anything. He is not one to scheme, and does things on the slightest whim. He would kill just because he felt like it or because he doesn't like you. He is not the type of cat you want as your enemy. He does not fear death. Causing chaos, havoc, and destruction is his sole goal. Deception comes easily to him, for his fiendish intelligence is very handy. He can psychologically twist any cat or just push them over the edge. In battle, he is swift and never does what you expect him to do. The workings of his mind are a complete mystery. He does many things for the fun of it. He is loose, carefree, and fun-loving, though his 'fun' may be completely different from any sane cat's. A joker. An insane genius. He is an agent of chaos.

History:

Tripp was born a runt in a litter of 2 cats. His parents were called Shadow and Birchhaze, an exiled FireClan she-cat. His sister was called Shine. He also had an older brother from a previous litter named Nail. The family always traveled, wandering from place to place, but life was still pleasant. He was friendly to them all, though Nail always seemed rather wild, rough, raucous, and not one to think ahead. Nail was always playfighting with the two younger kits, even though, more than once, his claws would slip out and hurt his littermates. Shadow and Birchhaze constantly warned Tripp and Shine to be careful, and for Nail to pay more attention to what he was doing. The truth was that Nail was losing his mind--each time he grew wilder and more uncontrollable. Shadow had begun to suspect this, and feared his newest kits would one day be seriously hurt. One day, Tripp and Shine were taken with Shadow to begin learning to hunt and fight at a young age. Birchhaze had been left with Nail, and was murdered by the tom.

When Tripp,Shine, and Shadow discovered this, Shadow disowned Nail, telling him that the next time they met he would be treated as an enemy. For awhile, the three traveled alone, but ran into Nail again. Tripp's brother claimed he had changed, and regretted doing it--he seemed sane enough. Shadow hadn't believed him, and Nail lost it. As a result, Nail killed Shadow in coldblood, and then rounded on the two kits, who were only 2 1/2 moons. After killing Shine, Nail chose to not kill Tripp, taking pity because he was so small and nice. The truth: not finishing off Tripp was even worse.

Nail constantly 'roughed up' Tripp for no reasons, and starved him most of the time. However, he kept him barely alive with small pieces of prey, and once let him watch him hunt--once. From this, Tripp taught himself to eventually hunt, and even fend for himself. The constant random attacks and assaults made the young cat weary. It also soon made him forget all memories of Shadow, Shine, and Birchbreeze. Tripp focused all the hate, blame, and pain on Nail, and rightfully so. The cat was driven mad by Nail, who constantly ranted and abused him. One time, Nail had pinned Tripp down and slashed at his face with his claws, leaving a long, jagged wound that eventually healed into the scar reaching from the corner of his mouth. That night, barely noticing the agony of the large wound, Tripp killed Nail in his sleep, not feeling an ounce of guilt. Since then he was been wandering aimlessly, doing things on a whim, and held no value in life. Just a crazed, sadistic, murderous young cat with an especially dark sense of humor.

Other Cats: fadedstar
Other:: Based off of the Joker, The Dark Knight

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