sunnywit
swimming in fields of gold
*:・゚✦ Rose Lovelock
—— every rose has it’s thorns*:・゚✦
—— every rose has it’s thorns*:・゚✦
Past Names —none
NAME ORIGIN —named by warriors of the Lovelock tribe, when they found him in a rosebush at six moons
AGE —36 moons
Rank —loner
GENDER —male
SEXUALITY —gay
CRUSH —trust issues, but open for a slowburn
MATE —none
FAMILY —unknown kittypet and rogue
FRIENDS —none here, open
ENEMIES —none here, open
PERSONALITY
Rose is an elegant, kindhearted, sensitive tom with an intense fear of abandonment stemming from several key life events, while residing in Stormclan. He loves kits/apprentices and as such is very motherly towards them. Due to his abandonment issues, he has cursed himself with intense difficulty regarding the process of forming meaningful relationships with others. The persona he has delicately crafted for his emotional protection is the outward appearance of a dignified flirt, with a penchant for sass. In low moments he is jealous and inconsiderate in attempt of protection of himself.
History
Not entirely developed, but building a backstory around his kittypet mother getting caught up in the wrong crowd for love (rogues), and it ending in him being used as a pawn to hurt the mother, in order to make her bend to the rogue‘s will. He was then dispensed secretly by a figure close to the mother, so she could bring herself to escape the relationship with the rogue.
Roleplay things
Would like for him to find a calling, to achieve belonging, and inner peace. He needs something to compensate for being declawed by kittypets.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties
NAME ORIGIN —named by warriors of the Lovelock tribe, when they found him in a rosebush at six moons
AGE —36 moons
Rank —loner
GENDER —male
SEXUALITY —gay
CRUSH —trust issues, but open for a slowburn
MATE —none
FAMILY —unknown kittypet and rogue
FRIENDS —none here, open
ENEMIES —none here, open
PERSONALITY
Rose is an elegant, kindhearted, sensitive tom with an intense fear of abandonment stemming from several key life events, while residing in Stormclan. He loves kits/apprentices and as such is very motherly towards them. Due to his abandonment issues, he has cursed himself with intense difficulty regarding the process of forming meaningful relationships with others. The persona he has delicately crafted for his emotional protection is the outward appearance of a dignified flirt, with a penchant for sass. In low moments he is jealous and inconsiderate in attempt of protection of himself.
History
Not entirely developed, but building a backstory around his kittypet mother getting caught up in the wrong crowd for love (rogues), and it ending in him being used as a pawn to hurt the mother, in order to make her bend to the rogue‘s will. He was then dispensed secretly by a figure close to the mother, so she could bring herself to escape the relationship with the rogue.
Roleplay things
Would like for him to find a calling, to achieve belonging, and inner peace. He needs something to compensate for being declawed by kittypets.
Nose raised skyward, the slender form of Rose slowly tread the nightshade field, eyes pleasantly closed. Bathed in sunlight, he drank in the floral, earthy smells around him. Blizzard was now his new sanctuary, and he would be lying if he said he was not pleased at the presence of more gardeners. As he slowly promenaded forward, the scent of two clanmates met with Rose's maw-the scent of opportunity.
And who might these gentle souls be? he thought to himself, as the clanmates in particular held the milky scent of a mother and child. Pearl-white ears swiveled in the direction of Sundance, picking up on her inquiry concerning the child near her. With the manner of her greeting, he dropped the assumption that the pair were mother and child, although the species certainly seemed similar. So what was the younger of the two doing out here alone... Rose's gaze darkened, recalling his moons as a loner, exiled from his homeland as a child. Bristling, he fidgeted with his rose.
As he neared enough to spot the pup, laying whimpering on the ground, the delicate tom rushed forward opposite of Sundance, pale gold eyes swimming with alarm. He took in the pitiful sight of the frail looking babe laying among vibrant flowers, curled up within itself and shaking like a leaf.
"Of course something is wrong! The sweetheart is a pup wandering alone without any sort of guardian. You're a mother for Starclan's sake, come on dear!" As the words poured out of his mouth Rose looked very panicked at the brightly colored kitsune before him, eyes pleading for the wisdom of a mother. Before he transferred his attention to the pup in question, the tom passed Sundance an apologetic look as if to say "I apologize for giving you, a queen, more stress than you need in this time of your life.", before bowing his head and attempting to nudge the pup awake.
And who might these gentle souls be? he thought to himself, as the clanmates in particular held the milky scent of a mother and child. Pearl-white ears swiveled in the direction of Sundance, picking up on her inquiry concerning the child near her. With the manner of her greeting, he dropped the assumption that the pair were mother and child, although the species certainly seemed similar. So what was the younger of the two doing out here alone... Rose's gaze darkened, recalling his moons as a loner, exiled from his homeland as a child. Bristling, he fidgeted with his rose.
As he neared enough to spot the pup, laying whimpering on the ground, the delicate tom rushed forward opposite of Sundance, pale gold eyes swimming with alarm. He took in the pitiful sight of the frail looking babe laying among vibrant flowers, curled up within itself and shaking like a leaf.
"Of course something is wrong! The sweetheart is a pup wandering alone without any sort of guardian. You're a mother for Starclan's sake, come on dear!" As the words poured out of his mouth Rose looked very panicked at the brightly colored kitsune before him, eyes pleading for the wisdom of a mother. Before he transferred his attention to the pup in question, the tom passed Sundance an apologetic look as if to say "I apologize for giving you, a queen, more stress than you need in this time of your life.", before bowing his head and attempting to nudge the pup awake.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties
heyo, hope this is still open