Ajax

Rogue

White long-haired tom with brilliant yellow eyes

Being the lone survivor of his litter, Ajax is built for survival. Impressive in size but also in length, allowing for quicker movements in battle despite his build. Behind his brute strength, hidden beneath a shaggy pelt are hardened muscles; built up and well used. Thick legs meet massive paws barely suppressing deadly sharp claws.

Coating everything is a snow white pelt, long and shaggy though not entirely unkept. He enjoys spending the time watching his fur turn from red to its natural white. A smaller head sits atop his body, with a narrow scarred muzzle; like a battered fox. One of two pointy ears was a bit torn along with several other deep scar marred his flank. Not many showed through the thick pelt though. His sulking nature keeps his head low but his vibrant yellow eyes tell you something more dangerous is always lurking. Especially with an almost constant hard glare. His black nose and eye rims help give him his dark, foreboding look.

+Strength
+Ambitious and Determined
+Suave and Manipulative
Only strength could have allowed him to survive through kit-hood and strength continues to impress. He has worked hard learning to protect himself, his territory, and his way of survival. He enjoys the feel of flesh against his claws and blood in his fur and has practiced on many cats who crossed him. His ambition only strengthens him, pushes him further until his desires are met or he dies trying. Knowing what to say and when, he can have a tongue dripping in honey. He knows how to get his way, sometimes verbally jabbing at sensitive areas or playing on ones personal weakness. Though sometimes silence speaks louder than actions and he uses that to his advantage.

-Loyal and Stubborn
-Emotional and Dramatic
Loyalty is typically something to boast about, unless one misplaces their loyalty. Through his determination to meet his desires, he can become blinded and where he places his loyalty could be questionable. Despite this, he remains headstrong in his will. For now, nothing will detour him from his goals. Although, while being brutish in strength and headfast in his ways, inwardly he is a bit emotional. Very rarely will he show any emotion outwardly but shoving them down. Always on the verge of snapping, and known for lashing out whether deserved or not. He does have a small small soft spot for kits. He wouldn't be seen rolling around allowing them to crawl all over like some molly but he wasn't above a tail flick or two.

Kithood: Born to a pretty kitty pet beside three sisters in a dark den, most of what Ajax could remember was the constant howling of two legs and his mothers never ending fear scent. He could remember their mother being taken away and then before long so were they. Instead of being reunited, they were shoved into a box and left out beside the monster before it speed off. It was cold and wet and they were young but as the largest he was determined to take care of his sisters and for a while he did. Being only four moons old he managed to hunt small prey, drag it back but the weather was turning harsh quickly and there was only so much he could do. After only managing to track and hunt down a single small mouse, he returned to their den to find two of his sisters dead, half frozen. Less than a moon later he returned from another hunt and the other had vanished. Assuming a hawk had found her, he created a small burial as he had with the others... even if he didn't have a body this time. Before they had been in the wilderness for more that three moons, the elements had claims his sisters.

Adolescence: The death of Ajax's sisters continued to hurt him deeply, distracting him from basically everything. He was simply surviving, and just barely. He did a lot of wandering alone in anger and guilt, rarely crossing others paths. When he did, he usually ran. One time he didn't and he paid the price. Running into a small gang of rogues. They were massive, fierce, riddled with scars. He couldn't help but admire them, in his naivety he wanted to join them. He approached, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Unknowingly he had enters these rogues territory. They terrorized him, batting him around with unsheathed claws like a kit with leaf. He was left at the edge of their small territory battered, claw marks burning terribly. After that he was furious and he began to carve out a small piece of territory for himself, defending it brutally. Teaching himself with each new encounter. He was still young though and covering it would be difficult, would requiring no mercy!

Adulthood: Before long he had his own territory, and he had soaked his paws many times. Though no matter how often he defended his land, it was still constantly riddled with rogue intruders. Most new and had not heard of him but he met them full force, no matter their situation. Never bothered to even ask. But still they came. Frustrated, Ajax decided it was time to move deep into the island to look for more private territory... only to encounter the clan cats. It wasn't the clan cats the necessarily bothered him. It was the fact that they had the audacity to chase him out of their absurdly large territory. Then he learned of not one but three clans and he became enraged. He developed a deep anger towards the clans, as they were no more deserving of so much land than any other cat, especially one like himself. However rumors whisper about cats with fairly similar beliefs and he is privy to listen.