Come on you guys, Winter’s great! You don’t need to feel nervous about trying out, it’s easy peasy. Here, I’ll post an app if you need an example for formatting or whatnot. Anyone and everyone is welcome to tryout! And now that it’s a roleplay position, even if you already have a deputyship, you can still tryout here! HUZZAH! All the RP opportunities!

CAT NAME & BIO : IMMORTALFATE —
THROUGH THE DARKEST OF AGES & BLACKEST OF PLAGUES + Life asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?"
† Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks. Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires; hey man, you know, you’re never coming back. Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks. On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat with a red right hand. + For many, the beginning lives at the birth; for one who existed long before the physical world, there is no beginning, just as there is no end. If time is a god that no other can touch, that has no creation date, then Death is time’s brother, as time can always end and by death’s hand. There’s only one on this earth who remembers when he began. That story will not be shared unless imperative to the continuation of the ticking of time. However, there are clues; hidden treasures, forgotten mysteries eroded by decay and neglect. Of these secrets, we can unlock a few key facets of who he was to understand who he is now: He was born to light, only to fall to darkness. Perhaps darkness always lived within him and thrived when he could no longer find a reason to fight. Either way, a procession of events moved quickly after his path was chosen. His family drew away, he found himself alone, and found instead companionship in an unlikely element. Drifting from the light, he found solace in the shadows, only revealing himself from his sanctuary when necessary. There were those who attempted to grow close to him – many who failed, few who succeeded – but it ended the same every time. Heart hardened, a new title was bestowed upon him, one that should have been a blow to his grace, but instead empowered him with what was necessary to take the final leap off the edge of the blade. + He’ll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy. He'll rekindle all the dreams iIt took you a lifetime to destroy. He’ll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul, but there won't be a single thing that you can do. He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru. They're whispering his name through this disappearing land, but hidden in his coat is a red right hand. + They say great power comes with great responsibility. While this is true, it is also a truth that with greater darkness comes greater power, as well as a greater struggle to control it. An easy life became one of heartache and strife, yet even so, there was no going back. Imbued with the power to destroy, with the internal desire to create, what resulted was a monstrous concoction that while grotesque, became something he would be truly proud of. It wasn’t long after that he was confronted by the united force of the light; those who saw him as a threat to be eliminated. His death was not a quick one, nor was it painless. By the time he crossed the veil and met the burned world beyond, ash falling from the sky, trees as black as night, no life – spiritual or mortal – in sight, what was once only a hardened heart made of steel became an entity within itself, a roiling mass of shadow and crimson mist that refused to be tortured once more. + You don't have no money? He’ll get you some. You don’t have no car? He'll get you one. You don’t have no self-respect, you feel like an insect, well don't you worry buddy ‘cause here he comes. Through the ghettos and the barrio and the Bowery and the slum. A shadow is cast wherever he stands, stacks of green paper in his red right hand. + Life, if you can call it that, wasn’t easy across the veil. Most, if not all, that reside on this earth believe that once life passes on and death welcomes you with open arms, your troubles are over. For those individuals, that may just be the case. But what if there is no reaper to await you? What if there’s no god of death to guide you through the gate? He was the first to approach that black wrought iron gate and gaze into burning skies. The first to inhabit a home meant for a king. What was a hellscape became a sanctuary for him. Headquarters to retire to when fighting to be free became too tiresome. There, he waited, until the moment everything changed and he found himself a new mission. + You'll see him in your nightmares, you’ll see him in your dreams. He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems. You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen, hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off. + She was naive and terribly unprepared for the darkness she was about to unleash. She was perfect. At least for what he needed. She was also beautifully easy to throw away. She was desperate, her fear and nerves delicious on his tongue, ready to risk everything to satisfy her attachment issues. Once he was out, away from what had become his home for so long, away from the prison those who still saw him as a threat and tried to keep him contained for so long, things got far more interesting. He was new to this earth, familiar yet strange, old yet changed. It would take time to become accustomed to the sensation enough to begin his work. Thankfully, he had all the time in the world. + He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru. You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan, designed and directed by his red right hand. + What do you see when you close your eyes? Is it dark? Is it light? Do you see the imprint of a face? For those who shied away from what was coming, they all saw the same: a black being encompassed by shadow and silver ornate patterning framing eyes the color of blood. + I’ve never claimed to be a good boy, that lad is long dead, cause I got stuck in the wars, Grace, ones with bullets and ones in my head. But you made it so easy to let go, now I’m all alone and the shots are deafening. + Being reborn is nothing new or special in the world from where he came, but a spirit returning to the world of the living after being locked away so long in the world of the dead is a feat many should worship. At least in his eyes. The form he took wasn’t strong by any means – not in the beginning. It held on, though, as it struggled to find any way to satiate and nourish the pangs of hunger alongside the body of what was the mother. The skittish lamb that got everything she wanted and paid the price for it took him away to be cared for by the father of the litter, of the vessel he took as his own. The father was nothing short of a wicked and inconceivably brutal tom. The longer he was in the care of the tom that would never be seen as father, but rather as Zodiac, tyrant of Genesis, the more his bloodlust grew. Finally taking the life of the one who hardly raised a brow in his direction other than to punish him for work well done was as satisfying as observing rainfall on a starry night. He was strong at that point, capable, and already had a cult following that were willing to risk their very lives for his benefit. It was exactly what he always wanted, but absolutely nothing he truly wished to see. Toms that were forced in the same harrowing predicaments he was, finally free of the villainy, unwilling to let go, desperate to see him as some sort of savior. He removed himself from their grasp before he’d allow himself to ruin them any further; some things you can never forget, and for Cross, there were far too many deeds – in this life and the last – that weighed on his spirit. No matter what world you live or die, there are two constants that sway and swirl with one another: 1) Time is always ticking, 2) Death is always alone. + So I walk with the Devil, my rivals best be careful, cause when you’re already dead there’s no gun at your head, you’re finally free. Death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."

LINK TO PICTURE : O’ Death, won’t you spare me over till another year

HOW WILL THIS CHARACTER WORK WITH THE CURRENT STAFF? : He would love Tusky’s innate fire and would see the unbridled potential for pure chaos and destruction in her Warlock. It would spell the end of the soft hearts of WinterClan ruled by such beliefs as bloodlines and righteousness through class and would begin a new age of darkness and magic.

WHAT DRAWS YOU TO WINTERCLAN? : I dunno mate, staff’s pretty cool, it’s got a nice Game of Thrones Winterfell setup, Tusky’s our favorite warrior princess

WHAT MIGHT YOU WANT TO SEE DIFFERENT IN WINTER?: Tbh one thing I’ve always said is I’d love to see the enchanted forest base spread across the site, the use of possible ice magic and such in Winter I think could really be cool

See? Not so bad ^0^ Now you give it a try! ♥ I can’t wait to see what you come up with!