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⚙⫘⫘⫘| RUSTED METAL |⫘⫘⫘⚙
Rusted Metal, called 'Rust' for short, is a young rogue who found her way to the Rustclaws after suffering a large wound to her face, one that consequently blinded her right eye. She is a dilute tortie, primarily gray-furred with patches of orange all along her pelt; her species of closest resemblance is a Maine Coon.
✧ Rusted Metal, Rust
✧ Thoughts, "Speech", action
✧ Fullbody ref
✧ Rusted Metal is a large cat with long, unkempt fur. Her pelt is gray with several patches of orange, as well as patches of lighter gray along her chest and belly. The orange patches also contain flecks and stripes of a darker ginger color.
Rust has long and bent-up whiskers, and some of her fangs peek out from her lips. Her right ear is mangled from her injury, though she can still hear with it like normal. Her right eye, however, can only open a few centimeters due to the scarring, and it's become a murky grayish color upon losing its sight.
( + ) positive traits ( / ) neutral traits ( - ) negative traits
✧ Rusted Metal is best described as pompous, egocentric, and overall a bit of a bully, but there's more under the surface than she wants to let on. While she does have a thirst for violence and feels like she's above everyone else, there is a deep-seated need to be superior that fuels most of her decisions. When she flaunts herself the way she does, or does something to appear intimidating or scary, she is often trying to gain the approval of those she seeks connection with, thinking that these things make her impressive or desirable. She craves being respected in the same way that the Rustclaw cats respect Nonna, but she doesn't understand that she is usually just stoking fear in them or making them want to stay away…
Parent x Parent | siblings
✧ Likes
✧ Dislikes
✧ Hates
✧ Will start fight, won't show mercy, won't run away
✧ Excels at skill, other skill
✧ Poor at skill, other skill
✧ Peaceful powerplay allowed, harmful powerplay allowed within limits
✧ Smells like
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During the first several moons of her life, Rust grew up around lots of unsavory types. She knew nothing but cages, the snarling of cats and canines alike a familiar sound in her ears. Often the animals would be sent to fight each other, the upwalkers cheering and hollering and passing weird, squarish leaves around. Rust became a participant in these fights shortly after being brought to the area, fighting tooth and claw for her life from a range of different opponents. It was survival of the fittest, and those who obtained the most victories were treated the most lavishly. Rust grew to understand this quickly and thus fought her way to the top. It's good to be respected. To be feared. To show no mercy. That is what she was taught.
It's only after several months among the upwalkers that Rust finally meets her match, getting sent to fight a dog. The thing is bigger than her. Stronger. She doesn't remember much of the way the dog had ripped the flesh of her face - only the pain and blood that came with it. The price of loss. Of weakness. And when the crown slipped, that's all it took. In one fell swoop, Rust became nothing. With wounded pride and a mangled face, Rust fled at the first opportunity she had, upwalkers chasing after her with their cries of anger.
She tried for a while to survive on her own, but with such a large wound, it proved difficult, and she recognized the signs of infection after seeing it on other cats. It is only by some twist of fate that she finds the Rustclaws, promising her loyalty to them in exchange for a place to recover from her wounds. Now she's stuck here by her own doing, struggling to understand the world away from upwalkers and cages…
Rusted Metal, called 'Rust' for short, is a young rogue who found her way to the Rustclaws after suffering a large wound to her face, one that consequently blinded her right eye. She is a dilute tortie, primarily gray-furred with patches of orange all along her pelt; her species of closest resemblance is a Maine Coon.
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———-,. ° ✧- GENERAL INFO -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- GENERAL INFO -✧ ° .-,———
✧ Rusted Metal, Rust
↪ named for the colors of her pelt
✧ Demigirl (MtF) & she/they↪ bisexual (no preference)
✧ 7 moons↪ ages every 29th
✧ Rustclaws & cadet✧ Thoughts, "Speech", action
↪ Voiceclaim
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———-,. ° ✧- APPEARANCE -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- APPEARANCE -✧ ° .-,———
✧ Fullbody ref
✧ Rusted Metal is a large cat with long, unkempt fur. Her pelt is gray with several patches of orange, as well as patches of lighter gray along her chest and belly. The orange patches also contain flecks and stripes of a darker ginger color.
Rust has long and bent-up whiskers, and some of her fangs peek out from her lips. Her right ear is mangled from her injury, though she can still hear with it like normal. Her right eye, however, can only open a few centimeters due to the scarring, and it's become a murky grayish color upon losing its sight.
↪One large scar on her face, several smaller scars hidden by fur
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———-,. ° ✧- PERSONALITY -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- PERSONALITY -✧ ° .-,———
( + ) positive traits ( / ) neutral traits ( - ) negative traits
✧ Rusted Metal is best described as pompous, egocentric, and overall a bit of a bully, but there's more under the surface than she wants to let on. While she does have a thirst for violence and feels like she's above everyone else, there is a deep-seated need to be superior that fuels most of her decisions. When she flaunts herself the way she does, or does something to appear intimidating or scary, she is often trying to gain the approval of those she seeks connection with, thinking that these things make her impressive or desirable. She craves being respected in the same way that the Rustclaw cats respect Nonna, but she doesn't understand that she is usually just stoking fear in them or making them want to stay away…
↪ Quirks, mannerisms
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———-,. ° ✧- RELATIONSHIPS -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- RELATIONSHIPS -✧ ° .-,———
Parent x Parent | siblings
Slow/quick to trust, slow/quick to befriend, does/does not hold grudges
✧ Mentor to/mentored by↪ Previously mentor to/mentored by
✧ Mate to↪ open/closed to plots
✧ Friend with✧ Likes
✧ Dislikes
✧ Hates
. ☼ .
———-,. ° ✧- INTERACTIONS -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- INTERACTIONS -✧ ° .-,———
✧ Will start fight, won't show mercy, won't run away
✧ Excels at skill, other skill
✧ Poor at skill, other skill
✧ Peaceful powerplay allowed, harmful powerplay allowed within limits
✧ Smells like
↪ penned by jharmonia
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———-,. ° ✧- HISTORY -✧ ° .-,———
———-,. ° ✧- HISTORY -✧ ° .-,———
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!! TRIGGER WARNING: animal abuse and mild gore !!
Rusted Metal's early kithood is a blur to her, but there are fleeting things that she can picture in her mind… the warmth of her mother, the mewls of her siblings. Upwalker hands carrying her away into an unfamiliar place… but that place became the only home she knew up until the incident.During the first several moons of her life, Rust grew up around lots of unsavory types. She knew nothing but cages, the snarling of cats and canines alike a familiar sound in her ears. Often the animals would be sent to fight each other, the upwalkers cheering and hollering and passing weird, squarish leaves around. Rust became a participant in these fights shortly after being brought to the area, fighting tooth and claw for her life from a range of different opponents. It was survival of the fittest, and those who obtained the most victories were treated the most lavishly. Rust grew to understand this quickly and thus fought her way to the top. It's good to be respected. To be feared. To show no mercy. That is what she was taught.
It's only after several months among the upwalkers that Rust finally meets her match, getting sent to fight a dog. The thing is bigger than her. Stronger. She doesn't remember much of the way the dog had ripped the flesh of her face - only the pain and blood that came with it. The price of loss. Of weakness. And when the crown slipped, that's all it took. In one fell swoop, Rust became nothing. With wounded pride and a mangled face, Rust fled at the first opportunity she had, upwalkers chasing after her with their cries of anger.
She tried for a while to survive on her own, but with such a large wound, it proved difficult, and she recognized the signs of infection after seeing it on other cats. It is only by some twist of fate that she finds the Rustclaws, promising her loyalty to them in exchange for a place to recover from her wounds. Now she's stuck here by her own doing, struggling to understand the world away from upwalkers and cages…
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