Post by crow on Aug 13, 2009 11:59:16 GMT -6
Name: Wrench
Rank: Loner
Gender: Tom
Age: 45 Moons
Affiliation: Loner
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Mate: Ecra [ not played ]
Kin:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Rank: Loner
Gender: Tom
Age: 45 Moons
Affiliation: Loner
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Mate: Ecra [ not played ]
Kin:
While he may not have any blood relatives he remembers, Wrench does consider his old group to be his family in every way. As a kit he was raised by Magnet and Lily, two loners who found him abandoned one early morning. His adopted brother was Quentin, born moons after Wrench was taken into the family. Later in life he joined a rogue group and gained three more family members, Bee, Bulk, and Sci. Wrench has one kit named Omega.
Magnet [ adopted father ]
Lily [ adopted mother ]
Quentin [ adopted brother ]
Bee [ member of his old group, wrench considered him a son ]
Bulk [ another member of the old group ]
Sci [ the final member of the group ]
Beat [ joined the group shortly before wrench left ]
Omega [ son ]
None of his kin are played.
Appearance:
build;
Wrench is slightly on the small side. It’s most noticeable in his legs as they aren’t as long as they should be for one his age. Perhaps it was due to his early abandonment and lack of nutrition when he was born that Wrench never grew to be much of a large cat. His body is full of angles. From the sharp position of his ears on his head to the way his back legs jut out so that it looks painful. His muzzle is thin in covered in small scars.
fur;
The dominant color is a clean white which is only seen on the lower parts of his body. A deep ginger covers most of the white. His entire back and a majority of his flanks are ginger, as well as his tail. The ginger creates a distinct mask pattern over his face. It also goes over his front legs, but his back legs retain the white fur. Darker ginger stripes mark the original ginger.
eyes;
Wrench’s eyes are large with thin pupils. They’re set perfectly in the middle of his head, divided by a strip of white fur. A brilliant gold color, Wrench’s eyes are always sparkling. Moons of hardships are relayed through his large eyes, but besides that the small tom does a fine job of keeping his feelings out of his eyes. Before large storms the bright gold dims into a mucky yellow color.
other;
Wrench has many short, white whiskers coming off his scarred muzzle. His nose is a bright pink color the contrasts from the white greatly. The claws on his front paws are long and curved, making for deadly weapons, while his back claws are just basic ones. His paws pads are the same pink as his nose but are hardened from his moons of journeying.
Personality:
To the untrained eye Wrench’s gruff personality would put you off. It’s not secret that the aging cat has no people skills and is very easily annoyed. His fuse is a short one covered in oil, one could say. Working with cats moons younger than him doesn’t help that fuse either. You’d think it would give him some tolerance, wouldn’t you? Well it would seem that it didn’t.
But like a clichéd bad guy, the gruff front he puts on is just that. It’s just a front. War changes people, he’ll tell you. It forces them to become something they’re not in the frail attempt at preserving what they really are. Before the war Wrench was a cat who was always ready to help. He took his role as the medic extremely seriously and to this day he still does.
Wrench had a strong sense of honor and justice back then. Now it’s been covered by a bitterness formed from old age and old scars. Sometimes he’ll feel like there’s just no point trying to fight for ‘what’s right’. Stationed with cat not trained to fight harsh battles always left Wrench feeling like the odds were stacked so far against them there was no point in continuing their resistance.
Perhaps it was the odd leadership of Quentin that made the old bot realized that things, even strange things, were worth fighting for. He’ll admit, trusting and obeying the younger cat seemed like an impossible task to Ratchet the beginning and for Wrench realized Quentin was not only a worthy leader, but he was a worthy hero.
Getting along with others is not a strong point for this cat. Even if the war is over (to a point), Wrench never managed to purge the gruffer side he held. He’ll hardly ever warm up to a new being regardless of race or orientation. Holding a conversation merely for conversations sake is something Wrench would never do. Spending time strangers seems to have had an affect on the old bot, however. He’s much more open (which leads one to wonder how ‘closed’ he was before…) to others and glimpses of his old, compassionate side manage to slip through cracks in his war-shield everyday.
And yes, believe it or not, Wrench has a compassionate side. He became a medical officer for a reason, yes? He definitely wasn’t a coward trying to avoid war (his time on the frontlines proved that) and he’s far from squeamish. He just has the strongest urge, no– need—to help others. Watching another living organism suffer could be considered the highest torture to the old mech.
Like any other aging cat, Wrench has mixed feelings toward young cats. His instincts tell him that they need to be carefully raised and praised so they come out right. Kindness is what they need in their younger years. That and understanding, plus the compassion that he has hidden under his fur. But his… personal experience with some younger bots gives him an aversion to them. Perhaps the typical nature of one of age managed to add to his dislike of the younger living creatures.
In all, Wrench likes being sarcastic and mumbling about the old days and how younglings need to learn their place while suffering from multiple flashbacks of the war.
History:
Wrench was abandoned as a kit. He has no memory of his actual parents or any siblings he may have. All he knows is that at a young age (two moons or so) he was found in a patch of catmint by Magnet and Lily, the leaders of a large rogue group not too far off. They raised him as their own and told him right away that he was adopted. It never bothered Wrench though; he accepted the fact that he wasn’t actually related to them easily.
When he was 9 moons old Magnet and Lily had an actual child, a dark ginger tabby which they named Quentin. Before Quentin’s birth it was no secret that Wrench was going to take over as the next leader of the group. But now, with an actual blood heir, the elders of the group demanded it would be Quentin who took the throne. Again though, it didn’t bother Wrench.
When he was much younger he learned from an old she-cat by the name of Alert the ways of herbs and plants. His parents considered it a way for Wrench to be well rounded, Wrench saw it as a way for him to actually be useful. He never did like using his claws but would never tell his parents that and always fought when he was needed. Now that Quentin was taking his role as heir, though, Wrench returned to Alert to continue his training and one day take her position as the medic.
Moons passed as Quentin learned to be a leader and Wrench learned the way of a healer. The two got along fairly well, though Wrench always had the feeling that Quentin was too affected by his emotions to be a decent leader. His feelings toward this were strengthened when Quentin took a mate at the young age of seven moons. The two were driven by love, though vowed not to have kits for quite some time for two reasons. One, they were still young. And two, the war.
The war started shortly before Quentin was even born. A cat by the name of Troy formed an opposing group of cats to fight for the land Magnet and Lily ruled. Most of the battles fought between the groups were small but happened frequently. Only a few times were there battles large enough to cause fatalities.
Ecra was a young she-cat a born a few moons after Wrench was taken in to the group. She was trained as a spy from a young age, her earthy pelt perfect for blending in with the surroundings. The moment she hit seven moons Magnet asked her to join the opposition as a spy. Ecra agreed immediately and was accepted into the other group after almost a moon of trying. Wrench was ten moons at this time.
After three grueling moons of spying and trying her best to deliver messages to her real side, Ecra dropped contact with them. Many believed that she had given up and joined the enemy side while a few others believed she had simply died. Wrench, who always saw the good side of people, became determined to rescue the she-cat he had never met. Early one morning he slipped away from home and traveled to where the other group was set. Luck was on his side that night, for the most part. He found her in an abandoned fox hole, injured and on the brink of death. Using the skills he had been taught Wrench patched up Ecra the best he could, staying with her until the next day.
Ecra was finally able to travel the short distance to a nearby base of their group. The two made the slow journey, getting close to the base before being stopped by a cat that was ordered to find Ecra and bring her back. The cat’s name was Lock and he offered to let Wrench go if he gave Ecra over. Wrench refused and the two fought. The battle was short and led to Wrench losing. But he had damaged Lock to flee. As he fled, the tom barreled into Ecra who had been hiding in a bush, pushing her head first into a rock. Wrench rushed over to the she-cat and before she lost consciousness Ecra told Wrench the reason why she had been found out and almost killed.
The two were found by a party of their teammates and taken back to the main base. Ecra was placed under the care of Alert while Wrench spoke to his adopted parents of what happened. He explained everything Ecra said about the other force and after the questioning was released back out to continue his training as a healer.
Ecra survived the ordeal but when she came to her memory was wiped. Wrench was assigned the task of trying to get it back and from then on he spent most of his time with the she-cat. During this time the two ended up falling in love. At the age of 18 moons (Wrench being 21) Ecra gave birth to one kit which they named Omega. Life was good then. The war seemed to be dying down and life was blossoming in Wrench’s group.
When Quentin hit 18 moons his parents decided it would be best if he took a squad to one of the farthest places in their territory, a cluster of homes where No-Furs lived. Wrench was assigned to go with his brother as a medic and reluctantly said good bye to Ecra and Omega, promising he would be back.
Two other cats were assigned to go with them. A young cat (only six moons, Wrench wondered why he was coming) named Bee and his friend Bulk, who was nine moons and much, much larger. The two younglings were completely opposites. Bee was small and a pale ginger with a loud voice and cocky personality. Bulk was large with black fur and a kind nature; a real gentle giant. They traveled for days and eventually reached their post.
During their journey they met a cat a few moons younger than Quentin. The dark brown tabby was named Sci and after some persuading of the stoic tom, he joined. It didn’t take long for the five of them to set up in the No-Fur land. They made friends with the local cats there and spoke of the greatness of their group. Well, Wrench and Sci didn’t. Wrench spent most of his time grumbling about how pointless the whole trip was while Sci was often exploring the town and nearby forest.
Two moons later Troy found them. The old leader of the opposing group had decided to take a new turn on taking the territory. He would kill the rightful heir—you can only imagine his joy when he found the blood heir and the adopted heir in the same place. Along with his second in command Star and three loyal soldiers, Troy began constant fights against the patrol. The fights forced neighborhood cats to get involved, though many opted for simply leaving.
For moons this went on. Wrench and his team stayed there fighting the enemy and only barely winning each time. The tom feared he would never see his mate again. Throughout their stay the team never got word from their old group and the thought that they had been forgotten loomed over the “family”. Quentin refused to allow them to leave the post and return home. Not until they had defeated Troy, at least.
Recently two cats from their group did find them. They were named Beat and Fin, both extremely skilled fighters. Their presence was useful as just days later the group was attacked once more. During the battle Beat managed to kill Star, Troy’s second in command. Enraged by the death of his mate and SIC, Troy attacked Beat with murder in his eyes. Sci’s quick arrival (the tom had been missing for a few days) managed to save Beat. Troy called a retreat then and the enemies left.
That was the last battle the team ever went through.
Beat and Fin stayed with the group, explaining they had not been forgotten but the opposing force had grown in strength again and new orders to stay at their post had been given.
That’s when Wrench decided he needed a break. He had just hit his 40th moon and couldn’t take the fighting anymore. He had become a colder cat with the ages, one he feared Ecra would not recognize when (if) he ever returned. Saying nothing Wrench left his team, traveling far from them. It’s been a moon since he left them.
