Jackalface //of// BloodClan

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Name: Jackalface

Age: 40 Moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: BloodClan

Position: Warrior

Description: Jackalface is a large tom, but has a strange leanness to his appearance; an unusual bony appearance to his limbs. Perhaps it's simply the fact that he's half-starved, or perhaps really does wish to appear that way. Who could tell? His pelt is long and somewhat coarse, always bristling or sparking as if alive with electricity. For some reason, though, Jackalface is insistent on keeping it clean and untangled--one would think that at this point, he would no longer care. In color, his fur is a dark, muddy shade of brown. It's almost the color of dead wood after a forest fire, for near his paws, tail, and face, his fur darkens to an almost black color, as if badly scorched.

Jackalface has very large paws, which appear somewhat odd and ill proportioned to his skinny body. His claws are long and unfiled, and they have grown jagged and now stick out even when he has them sheathed. His teeth, too, have grown in very oddly. The tom's teeth aren't unusually long, except for his canines, which have grown oddly crooked and now protrude in a slight overbite. This feature, along with his long, pointed muzzle and thick black whiskers, show that he is truly deserving of his name.

When a cat's fur is as dark as Jackalface's is, one would expect their eyes to be bright and piercing. Perhaps a glowing orange or a flashing yellow, something that glints in every light. But Jackalface's eyes are oddly pale and blank, an extremely light and frosty shade of green. They almost have no color to them at all, and in some lights, they don't. His eyes are vacant and cold, very rarely showing any emotion whatsoever. However, they do hold a knowing little spark somewhere in their depths, one that makes it seem that Jackalface knows exactly what you're thinking. His eyes are quite disconcerting to gaze into for too long.

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Personality: To be frank, Jackalface is really quite insane. The unpredictible nature of his personality makes him a dangerous cat to be around, even to those who share his Clan. He has a certain Hannibal Lecter-ness to his personality, if any cat could ever know what that meant. That is to say, on first impression, he doesn't exactly appear quite as mental as he is. Jackalface has a charming way of speaking; he is very flattering when he wants to be, and always seems to mind his manners in the presence of others. He is quite and polite, and he doesn't much like engaging in verbal arguements. He is generally very calm, and overall quite likeable...if you don't know him well, that is.

Though Jackalface is very careful to be gracious, he definately seems to distance himself from other cats. Truth betold, he's convinced he is superior to every cat he meets, and though he'd never say so aloud, he tends to be condescending. He doesn't see the point of bonding with those "lower" than he is, and has very little interest or patience for the casual small-talk that most cats converse in. Most of the time, he'll try and dismiss any conversation as quickly as possible, unless the converser in question has something he wants.

There are very few who could ever see the reason behind most of his actions. There is no way around it; Jackalface is absolutely mad. And when this side of his personality shows itself, there is no telling what he might do. He is convinced that he is the one noble cat in the entire forest, and that it is his job to show all the other inhabitants the light. When he wants something, he'll do anything to get it, no matter what the price. Jackalface is very vindictive, especially towards the Clan who banished him so many moons ago, and when his temper rises, he's certain to lash out at anything in his path.

Jackalface has no beef with murder. He's killed many felines before, and will probably kill many more before his miserable life is finally ended. He isn't exactly driven by bloodlust or enjoyment of killing, not like some of the cats in his Clan. No, Jackalface simply feels that it is his duty to punish those who have done wrong, or who he feels are unworthy of life. And believe me, in his eyes, this is a very long list.

Crush: Pfft.

History: As his name, unusual by BloodClan standards, would suggest, Jackalface was born into one of the four forest Clans. ThunderClan, to be exact. He was the only kit in his litter. With no siblings to play with, his mother, Sunshadow, encouraged him to interact with the other kits in the nursery. Jackalkit preferred to be on his own. In truth, the other kits of the nursery didn't like him very much--actually, there were even some warriors who weren't all that fond of him. There had always been something noticeably off with him, something that effectively warded his Clanmates away. There was a creepy quality to his personality that even Sunshadow couldn't deny, though she defended him fiercely if any cat ever mentioned it.

Jackalkit showed little interest in becoming an apprentice, and he didn't seem to understand the warrior code. In fact, he showed little interest in anything, until one fateful day in his late kithood. An apprentice called Meadowpaw was rushed into the camp, and the medicine cat was immediately called. It seemed that Meadowpaw had accidently swallowed some death berries, and while the medicine cat successfully saved her, it was a close call. Jackalkit was immediately fascinated. He was morbidly drawn to death, and those little red berries that so effectively caused it. Jackalkit wasted no time in questioning the medicine cat about them, who mistook his questions to be an interest in herbs, and asked Jackalkit if he would like to become his apprentice.

Wanting to fit in and gain respect, Jackalkit accepted, and was then named Jackalpaw. He learned quickly, and proved to be quite skilled in healing. But Jackalpaw always concealed an interest in darker herbs; things like yew and nightshade, subtle poisons that could kill a cat within moments. But his mentor refused to teach him about such plants, and Jackalpaw quickly became frustrated. As he grew, he became noticeably darker. He grew proud and cold, and was no longer humble when it came to his skill in healing. In fact, Jackalpaw believed himself to be the best medicine cat in the entire forest--and he wanted to test this.

One day, Jackalpaw offered to bring his mentor some prey from the freshkill pile. He chose a finch, but before he brought it into the den, he sliced it open and hid several deathberries inside. His mentor, in a hurry because of a few whitecough cases and only willing to stop and eat quickly, wolfed the meal down without a thought. But, being a medicine cat, he realized what Jackalpaw had done within moments.

"Jackalpaw!" He cried, his legs nearly giving way under him. "What have you done?"

But Jackalpaw merely watched the effects of the poison with disturbing fascination, and no remorse glittering in his cold gaze. "Heal," He rasped quietly. "Heal yourself, if you're so skilled, or admit that I am the better medicine cat. That I am the best at everything."

But by then, his mentor was too weak to answer. Only a few moments passed before he was dead.

Jackalpaw told the Clan that the finch's meat had been rotten, and that this was the cause of the medicine cat's death. Naturally, ThunderClan believed him, and through their grieving, Jackalpaw was made a full medicine cat and given the name he keeps today: Jackalface.

But Jackalface's hunger for power and knowledge was not satisfied. He would make trips away, journeying farther and farther from ThunderClan's territory in his quest to heighten his skills. One day, he stumbled upon a group of cats who luived near two-leg place. There were only about four or five of them, and they were the strangest looking cats he'd ever seen. It seemed that they'd escaped from their two-legs many years ago, after they'd been brought here from their homeland--a place they called Egypt.

When Jackalface told them his name, they took it as a sign. Apparantly, their group worshipped an Egyptian god called Anubis, who had the face of a jackal. An old(and most likely insane) cat that had been part of their group before he had died had once foretold that Anubis would walk among them in cat form one day soon. The cats believed that Jackalface was the one, and they showed him herbs. Herbs that he'd never seen or even heard of before, herbs that gave him visions and fever and hallucinations...but Jackalface believed all of it to be real. He was convinced that he was indeed a god more powerful than StarClan, and he returned to ThunderClan to convince them of the same and show them a new way away from their warrior ancestors. But when his Clanmates heard this, they called him mad and power-hungry, and condemned him for denying StarClan. Fearing Jackalface's state of mind, the leader of the Clan banished him.

Jackalface wandered long and far, occasionally meeting cats on the road and trying to convince them of his story. Few ever took him seriously, and his frustration drove him deeper into insanity. At last, Jackalface came upon a Clan called BloodClan--and when he heard that they did not believe in StarClan, Jackalface saw his chance. He joined the Clan, merely as a humble warrior, and bided his time.

Roleplay Ex: Unneeded.

Codeword: Nightcloud.

[le Dawnz]

Wow! I think Jackalface is now my favorite of your characters. Awesome bio!

[Roxie !]

Haha! Really?? Thanks! xD he's quite a piece of work, isn't he?