Post by Scrap on Jun 24, 2013 5:39:01 GMT
Scrap
THIRTY MOONS - FEMALE - BISEXUAL
ROGUE - INFORMANT
USER: CHILL
THIRTY MOONS - FEMALE - BISEXUAL
ROGUE - INFORMANT
USER: CHILL
Behind the Name
scrap
/skrap/
Noun
1. A small piece or amount of something, esp. one that is left over after the greater part has been used.
2. A fight or quarrel, esp. a minor or spontaneous one.
/skrap/
Noun
1. A small piece or amount of something, esp. one that is left over after the greater part has been used.
2. A fight or quarrel, esp. a minor or spontaneous one.
Personality
The world is a tough place to live, and the only way to survive is to be that tough. Scrap knows that well, and while she may not be the sort who can beat others around, she's found her own way to get ground in the turbulent world Rake and her live in. She's made herself a reputation as an informant; if you want to know something, you go to Scrap. It's not that she's a genius or has some divine knowledge. No, it's just that she knows how to get what she wants- or, in her case, what her clients want. They can't get that information, and that's what makes her so important. It is, after all, not something everyone can do.
See, lying is her way of life. It comes naturally to her, and she's good at it. Scrap doesn't weave those intricate webs of lies most of the time, because she knows the key is keeping it simple so you don't contradict yourself. However, when she does have to spin a more complex tale, she does it with ease. It's rare to see her trip up, and if she does, she'll try to shift things back in her favor. Maybe she said something happened because it did, but that was a different time. When she said it was a cat that hurt her, she was talking about a different time; this time, it was a dog. After being hurt so much, things get confusing! The sympathy card is a good thing to play, at least on clan cats.
Scrap was always a daydreamer, even though her brother took the more pragmatic approach. It never made sense to her to wallow around in reality when there was a chance to escape to something more pleasant, if only for a moment. She likes to sigh and imagine the 'what if's in life- what if her and Rake started a clan? What if her and Rake took over a two-leg's house? What if her and Rake found a nice, consistent supply of food and didn't have to work so hard just to survive?
While simply surviving is usually the plan, Scrap longs to do more than that- she wants to truly live, to have fun, to do things that aren't just trudging around and never doing what she enjoys. Not to say she hates her 'work'; her desire to have fun is what got her in to being an informant, after all. Lying is like making a story, and if there's anything that's fun, it's stories. Stories were what got her mind off of the street when she was young, and there's nothing quite like living out a story, is there?
But that daydreaming doesn't make her some sort of out of touch, flighty shecat who can't accept reality. No, Scrap knows what her life is and knows that, as far as most people are concerned, that what she and her brother do is wrong. Lying, fighting, cheating, stealing- it's all, supposedly, not right. She knows that doesn't matter, though, and takes pride in how well she can do what she does. Why should she feel bad for being a clever cat who can survive? Why should anyone with their morals be able to berate her for having the will and the wits to stay alive? No one has that right, and so she looks upon anyone who's oh-so-righteous with disdain. Especially Clans, with their Code and rules. No killing if you can avoid it? Obeying others territory even though you when you won't get caught? It must be nice to be able to afford to look down on people who have to struggle to live.
At the end of the day, she knows this is how her life will stay. There's no room in a clan for people like Rake and her, and the sheltered life of a kittypet has no appeal after the twolegs shunned them as kits. But, well, that's okay; their life isn't all bad. She's got Rake, and she's more than willing to help her brother in all of his endeavors, whether that's tricking clan cats, doing dumb things, or whisking kits off to a life where you don't have to fight to survive every day of your life. A life like that -does- seem dreadfully boring, though.
See, lying is her way of life. It comes naturally to her, and she's good at it. Scrap doesn't weave those intricate webs of lies most of the time, because she knows the key is keeping it simple so you don't contradict yourself. However, when she does have to spin a more complex tale, she does it with ease. It's rare to see her trip up, and if she does, she'll try to shift things back in her favor. Maybe she said something happened because it did, but that was a different time. When she said it was a cat that hurt her, she was talking about a different time; this time, it was a dog. After being hurt so much, things get confusing! The sympathy card is a good thing to play, at least on clan cats.
Scrap was always a daydreamer, even though her brother took the more pragmatic approach. It never made sense to her to wallow around in reality when there was a chance to escape to something more pleasant, if only for a moment. She likes to sigh and imagine the 'what if's in life- what if her and Rake started a clan? What if her and Rake took over a two-leg's house? What if her and Rake found a nice, consistent supply of food and didn't have to work so hard just to survive?
While simply surviving is usually the plan, Scrap longs to do more than that- she wants to truly live, to have fun, to do things that aren't just trudging around and never doing what she enjoys. Not to say she hates her 'work'; her desire to have fun is what got her in to being an informant, after all. Lying is like making a story, and if there's anything that's fun, it's stories. Stories were what got her mind off of the street when she was young, and there's nothing quite like living out a story, is there?
But that daydreaming doesn't make her some sort of out of touch, flighty shecat who can't accept reality. No, Scrap knows what her life is and knows that, as far as most people are concerned, that what she and her brother do is wrong. Lying, fighting, cheating, stealing- it's all, supposedly, not right. She knows that doesn't matter, though, and takes pride in how well she can do what she does. Why should she feel bad for being a clever cat who can survive? Why should anyone with their morals be able to berate her for having the will and the wits to stay alive? No one has that right, and so she looks upon anyone who's oh-so-righteous with disdain. Especially Clans, with their Code and rules. No killing if you can avoid it? Obeying others territory even though you when you won't get caught? It must be nice to be able to afford to look down on people who have to struggle to live.
At the end of the day, she knows this is how her life will stay. There's no room in a clan for people like Rake and her, and the sheltered life of a kittypet has no appeal after the twolegs shunned them as kits. But, well, that's okay; their life isn't all bad. She's got Rake, and she's more than willing to help her brother in all of his endeavors, whether that's tricking clan cats, doing dumb things, or whisking kits off to a life where you don't have to fight to survive every day of your life. A life like that -does- seem dreadfully boring, though.
Appearance
Scrap is pitch black. Not a dot of color is on her pelt, and combined with her eerie green eyes, it's an...unnatural effect. Something about her is strange, and while her slim, agile build should make her look less intimidating, there's something slippery about the way she's formed. That lithe body is made for movement, and it does it well. Too well, in fact. She's scary good at her job, moving in the shadows with a frightening grace.
However, since she's made for speed, fights aren't exactly her specialty. She's good at getting away from them, but when she's in one and can't get out, she relies entirely on the 'glass canon' method. Scrap tries to hit hard and hit fast, because she really can't take a hit from a bigger cat. While she can land some strong, quick hits, a battle of endurance isn't for her. That's when it's time to go find Rake.
However, since she's made for speed, fights aren't exactly her specialty. She's good at getting away from them, but when she's in one and can't get out, she relies entirely on the 'glass canon' method. Scrap tries to hit hard and hit fast, because she really can't take a hit from a bigger cat. While she can land some strong, quick hits, a battle of endurance isn't for her. That's when it's time to go find Rake.
History
Scrap wasn't anything special. She was another kitten born to another stray on another street in what was just another city. Just another little bundle of fur that managed to avoid the disease that one of her siblings succumbed to and the twolegs that had spirited away the other. Just another kitten that managed to survive with her remaining sibling because the others were gone.
But they were lucky, all things considered; their mother kept them safe from the prowling canines and other cats, and away from the twolegs whose pets they learned to despise. It was never fair, really; Rake and her were healthy. They were strong. They had proved that by surviving. But none of those humans wanted them, and that just wasn't fair.
They were the age of the average clan apprentice when their mother finally chased them out. Scrap and her brother were getting too difficult to feed and keep safe, so at six moons, they were alone. It was confusing, and for a while, they could do nothing but walk around and wonder. They decided, however, to stick together. Rake was all Scrap had, and Scrap was all Rake had.
With their mother no longer around, the groups of cats that ruled the streets became a threat. However, they were of the lucky, of the few, that managed to avoid them, and they grew. As they grew, those gangs became more friendly, more open now that Scrap and her brother could be of use. While Rake may have had his reservations about the groups, Scrap found her calling in their failings. She was slim, she was dark, she was unaffiliated with any existing cats, save her brother, and she was exactly what they needed. Informant work came naturally to her, and she brought home food while Rake sought his own 'job. Eventually, he became what could be called a thug for hire, though she prefers to think of him as a persuadable brawler. It sounds much nicer.
It was in that line of work that Rake landed them a nice spot- her brother worked frequently with a kitty pet whose twoleg's weren't often around, and that meant they got to sleep there. And that wasn't the end of Rake's lovely surprises. One night, he came back with tales of organized groups, of cats who lived with one another, of something new, of something interesting.
Something that'd be very useful to a dealer of information.
Now Scrap has her own interest in the Clans, whether someone wants her to work for them or against them. Either way, it's a huge chance for someone who brokers secrets, and she's not about to let that chance slip by.
But they were lucky, all things considered; their mother kept them safe from the prowling canines and other cats, and away from the twolegs whose pets they learned to despise. It was never fair, really; Rake and her were healthy. They were strong. They had proved that by surviving. But none of those humans wanted them, and that just wasn't fair.
They were the age of the average clan apprentice when their mother finally chased them out. Scrap and her brother were getting too difficult to feed and keep safe, so at six moons, they were alone. It was confusing, and for a while, they could do nothing but walk around and wonder. They decided, however, to stick together. Rake was all Scrap had, and Scrap was all Rake had.
With their mother no longer around, the groups of cats that ruled the streets became a threat. However, they were of the lucky, of the few, that managed to avoid them, and they grew. As they grew, those gangs became more friendly, more open now that Scrap and her brother could be of use. While Rake may have had his reservations about the groups, Scrap found her calling in their failings. She was slim, she was dark, she was unaffiliated with any existing cats, save her brother, and she was exactly what they needed. Informant work came naturally to her, and she brought home food while Rake sought his own 'job. Eventually, he became what could be called a thug for hire, though she prefers to think of him as a persuadable brawler. It sounds much nicer.
It was in that line of work that Rake landed them a nice spot- her brother worked frequently with a kitty pet whose twoleg's weren't often around, and that meant they got to sleep there. And that wasn't the end of Rake's lovely surprises. One night, he came back with tales of organized groups, of cats who lived with one another, of something new, of something interesting.
Something that'd be very useful to a dealer of information.
Now Scrap has her own interest in the Clans, whether someone wants her to work for them or against them. Either way, it's a huge chance for someone who brokers secrets, and she's not about to let that chance slip by.
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