#heartfeather

Been feeling a bit out of it lately so I coloured some older Boreal Boys designs for a DSMP Warrior cats au to cheer me up!

Name: Chaptain Heartfeather Alternative Names: Chap, Chappie Appearance: Medium length red hair with clean cut facial hair. Aqua blue eyes and fair skin. Born: Riverspan Raised: Crescent Throne/Rockmar Barrow Currently Lives: Polaris Inn and Bar Background: Chap was born to his mother, Merylin Heartfeather, and father, Briston Heartfeather in Riverspan. They lived there until he was about 3, when they needed to relocate to Crescent Throne so his father could find work. There, Chap attended school as a normal boy while his father supported the family through his hauler repair business. But when Chap was 12, strange men came to their home dressed in hoods and wielding a parchment with the seal of a noble upon it. "Your son is needed for an important cause" The men promised to his parents as they wisked Chap away. A total of 31 young boys around Chap's age were taken that night, and transported north to Rockmar Barrow for what was later discovered to be called the "Specter Initiative". The Duke Ronban had secretly ordered the gathering of young boys to train to be his very own super assassin's, with which the Duke intended to use to gain more influence over the region and, later, Nuia. The training process was brutal and cruel. It started with torturing the boys, breaking them down just to rebuild them physically and emotional to the Duke's specifications. The majority of the boys did not survive the training, of the 31 gathered only 6 moved on including Chap. Just as the Duke wanted, they became assassins and when someone challenged the Duke's authority, the assassins cut that someone down. Chap was one of the best of the 6, and quickly developed a reputation for his skill. He was literally known as The Specter. But Chap, among his comrades, was also known for being a cold and angry alcoholic. He didn't care for anyone's company except the company of his heavy liquor, and was rarely sober. When he was sober, he was depressed and self-loathing. Being ripped from his home and his family, tortured, forced to witness boys his age scream and then fall silent as they lost the will to live from the pain of torture, no one blamed him for his social and emotional dysfunction. One cook at the Ronban Manor kitchen commented once, after seeing Chap passed out from booze on the floor, "A boy that young should be out fooling around with his best friends, not passed out drunk all day and murdering people while they sleep in between." And that was the void that was Chap's life. At least, until the day he learned it didn't need to be. He was assigned a mission in the deepest parts of Gweonid, and, not all familiar with Gweonid Forest, became lost. It wasn't long before sobriety set in, and, along with it, the depression. He was sat beneath a tree, hugging his knees to his chest while the abyss swallowed him up until he could no longer take it, and pulled his dagger on himself. He fell onto his side, nashing his teeth while he watched blood spill from him. When everything went black, he thought he'd die. When he awoke, he was in a strange hut of elven appearance, and his chest throbbed and ached unbearably. He looked around, and found an elven woman sitting beside him as he lay on a bed, and bandages were tight around his torso. His suicide attempt had failed. "I'm glad your awake" She said. "I knew you didn't truly want to die." "What...Are you talking about?" He asked. "I know you're an assassin. Assassin's know the surest way to kill is to slice the throat. But you stabbed your chest. I think inside you still had a desire to go on." Her explanation made sense to Chap, but he had not the strength to speak much more at the time. It was another 4 days before he could sit up, let alone walk around. But he rushed himself anyway. He insisted he had to leave, and she did not protest. "I have one thing to say though" She began as he was leaving. "A happier life awaits you. If you don't like being an assassin so much that you suicide, why are you still living that life?" She asked. He didn't bother to ask her why she knew he was an assassin, he only asked which way to the nearest road, and left. On his way back into Lilyut, he thought on her words, and the more he wondered, the more he realized she was right. So as soon as he reached Windshade, he wrote a letter to the Duke, if only to spite him. I quit. -Chap That was all he wrote, and he fled to Dewstone. He took refuge in a small camp that was stationed there, where he was able to continue to heal from his wound. But word soon arrived that Chap was a wanted man, so he had to flee once again, hiding in the allies of Marianople. It was in Marianople he'd heard of the Ironsworn, and he grew intrigued. So he sought out the woman Saiche, and through her, found his way into the nation. Now he is the Spymaster, as well as the keeper of the private tavern known as Polaris. His new life has him quite busy. Other Information Pets: Female Yata named Persephone Male Yata named Hades Frog named Ichabod Snowlion named Specter Unnamed Elk [Coming Soon] Relationships: Courting Elyria Habits: When in thought he likes to rub his chin. On occasion he indulges in a cigarette, a habit picked up from Admiral Paine. He still drinks, but only Sake nowadays.