Remember you are mortal. [Memento Morri]

[»m o rr i]

xx; Name
Memento Morri
[Morri]

xx; Gender
Tom.

xx; Clan
Rogue.

xx; Rank
Uh...

xx; Age
24 Moons.

xx; Description
A slender, ghost of a cat, Morri is as lethal as he is handsome. His jaw is strong and sculpted nicely. His gaze is hard and piercing, a luminescent topaz color that reminds many of a hardened gem, and his whole body is covered in battle scars. His pelt is the color of midnight in the middle of winter, with a startling white splotch along the front of his right front leg. On his chest is a marking, a faded ghostly silver, that is in the shape of a skull and crossbones.

xx; Personality
Not to be messed with, Morri has a personality that means business. His name is rather fitting- in ancient Latin, his name means 'Remember you are mortal.' You may wonder why this is so fitting- Morri has had his turn in becoming a murderer of his own kind. Cats fear him, for his imposing personality and murderous features scare so many away. A solitary figure, Morri has never known the love and kindness of a mate or friend.

xx; History
It's not that important to anyone but him.

xx; Additional Info
His left eye isn't working correctly due

xx; Example Post
(My first reply with Jasper!!!)
With these emotions flooding back, Jasper couldn't help but close his eyes painfully. This is when he felt the weakest. And he knew he was- the one in the family that had the hardest time, the lower amount of control. His eyes flickered open ever so slightly and he stared at the swirls of the molding on the ceiling, as if he could see pictures in them. But he couldn't, and with a slight sigh, he closed his eyes again.

To his consolation, he found that he could picture Alice clearly in his mind, every feature of her lovely face. And he could hear her, as she wound her way down the stairs; her scent flooded his senses, and then he felt her touch as she snuggled up next to him. With only a little surprise, he looked down at her. She looked perfectly comfortable right there in the crook of his arm. A soft chuckle escaped him, despite the fact that his scarring memories had decided to resurface. Lovingly he kissed her forehead, and then gently traced her jawline with a caressing finger.

"Decided to come down and visit, did you?" He queried softly, brushing away a strand of dark hair from her face so that he could see her better. He was so... Elated that she loved him so, that she had chosen him to be hers and hers only. As he had done with her- in his eyes, Alice was the only one he would ever see, even when his last dying breath would escape through his lips.

Jasper breathed her scent in deeply, reveling in how much calmer and happier he felt when she was around. Again, that little prick of irony found it's way into Jasper's mind. If he was supposed to be able to control emotions, why couldn't he control his own? It was one of God's great curses that had locked itself into his heart. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes for a moment longer, and then looked back down at Alice, still nestled right there. His lips found the top of her head. With a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a contented hum Jasper settled into his spot on the couch, with Alice right there.

"You know, you could've warned me you would be reminiscing," he murmured into her ear, feeling the gentle wave of somber emotion flow over him like water over a rock. He couldn't help but feel a pang, though he hoped that she had only reminisced about good memories, and the happy things they had done together. He had to admit that life before the Cullens was a bit easier, without Bella tempting his inner monster everyday.

What was he doing, thinking back? Hadn't he learned that remembering was something that caused loads of pain and gave only a little happiness? But Jasper couldn't help it- though he wasn't normally one to dwell on the past, he knew that if he focused on only his memories of Alice, of the places they gone, things they had done, then he would be fine. And that's when it hit him harder than it had before- he relief on Alice much more than he did on blood, or the support of his family. Literally, if she were to leave him, or pass away, Jasper would probably end up going insane. Besides, if these memories kept coming back, his hold on the small thread of sanity would disapear.

Jasper shifted in his spot and gazed down at Alice lovingly, sighing softly. She felt so delicate with her next to him, though he knew what she was capable of- and then the baseball field came flooding back, when he had trained his family and the flea-bags how to fight newborn vampires. He remembered the way that he and Alice had demonstrated, how he had acted as newborn and used simple, straightforward, brutal moves. His fingers grasped Alice's hand and he kissed it thoughtfully, humming softly to himself. It was times like this when he felt more confident than ever.

[LunarStar]

ACCEPTED!!!Maybe we should put him and Wicca together!!!

[»m o rr i]

Mm... Perhaps...

But honestly, if she does anything to make him mad, he'll kill her. On the spot. That's just his personality. >_>

'Course, maybe ONCE I could talk him out of it ...

[LunarStar]

Hmm..Should we try it out?

[»m o rr i]

Sure!

[LunarStar]

START PLEASE!