Hibiscuspelt

Hibiscuspelt is a dark and light brown Bengal tom with green eyes, a declawed left paw.

Personality
Hibiscuspelt is the definition of a party animal - always has a smile and kind or encouraging words for something or someone. He cheers at the most miniscule of things, and you already know he's going to rip out his tonsils at the making of a cat that has ranked up, both in his Clan and equally so during Gathering announcements. He is a daredevil, taking any bets that fly his direction, which can and will result in injury, but as long as he's pleased his Clanmates, then he's fine in spirit. That being said, you could call him the 'yes man,' always doing as asked with no sign of disapproval - unless it comes to how he acts. Whenever someone criticizes his behavior or unknowingly touches on his insecurities, he will only become even more rambunctious - which may result in coming off as 'too much' or 'obnoxious,' but he usually chills down once his rush is over. He's very insecure about this secretly, but since it's habit by now, he can't really stop his behavior - especially when he gets rolling. Je loves to tell jokes, offensive jokes, sad jokes, stupid jokes, or otherwise any genre of joke regardless of cats' feelings, so he might come across as rude. If he's offended any cat, he will react one of two ways: either he will apologize excessively and do what it takes to get them on his good side again, or say something along the lines of 'bah, they've always got a stick up their rear.' In normal conversation, as previously mentioned, he is loud, and his voice projects, but he is kind to all cats he's both offended and he'd not offended, disabled or not, except if you do him dirty bad enough. He has a horrible grudge streak, though he hides it well, and likes to daydream about violently dishin' out straight justice to whomever betrayed him. He uses plenty of slang and shortcuts in his speech, so sometimes it's hard to understand him, but he doesn't mind explaining himself repeatedly. If and when he gets lethargic, he will sort of be in a 'drunk' stupor, waddling about and spewing random nonsense, and babbling about an obscure topic such as toads, and will need a friend or enemy - he doesn't care, really - to lead him back home to his nest. In this scenario, he will wake up sick and/or agitated, and will likely snap at anyone, though it's rather quarter-hearted and not really anything at all, since he  must  have his beauty sleep to compliment his adrenaline filled lifestyle. During battle, he is reckless as he is happy - too happy for a battle. He rushes in the middle of the throng of cats, and rather than snarling at cursing, he laughs and just casually talks, to himself or anybody he's fighting. He will not hesitate to kill if required, and if he does, he shows no trace of remorse - because he really doesn't mind he took a life. Logically, he knows it is only a desperate 'Plan B', even though he's prone to over exaggerate 'desperation,' and that killing a cat means taking someone from their family and loved ones - possibly a mate and kits, so he holds it back to the best of his ability. If he sees anyone he holds dear being thrashed, or even hurt/has a bad enough disadvantage, he doesn't know what happens next - because he's blacked out and can't control himself at that point, and will most likely go for the kill. since he's cheesy as he is loud, he often go for cheesy and otherwise exasperating measures to show his gratitude or feelings for a cat, and the lucky she-cat that wins him over will find that he is secretly a dopey, thoughtful sweet-heart, and will go to even more extreme measures, such as climbing trees because she thought the lEaF aT tHe ToP oF tHe DaNgEroUs tReE was pretty - or otherwise dangerous stunts that would likely freeze her heart out of fear. In this case, he'll apologize profusely and cuddle until dawn~ Most likely to eat a questionable plant, do a rain dance, sit on a cactus, or do the shimmy, mocarina, YMCA, or any other dance that would suit the moment.

History
He was born to a loner and a rogue - his mother being the loner and hs father being the rogue. Being the only child out of a litter of stillborns and kits that didn't make it longer than half a moon, he was doted on fervently by his parents and protected by the bodyguard that was his father and the danger-furball that was his mother. His mother fussed over him like a mother hen, making sure his pelt was groomed completely and complained over the smallest of things he did - for he displayed an aptitude for exploration when he was small, and his father was stern, chiding him for the silliest of reasons. As is custom for the bloodline, the parents left him to survive for himself when he was seven moons old, but by that time, Hibiscuspelt - then Jonathan - was ready to leave, so there was a mutual agreement and no hard feelings. Jonathan wandered, getting into as much trouble as he could possibly get into, and developed a thing for thieving and pilfering other cats' prey, resources, and anything he found useful. At ten moons old, he was caught snatching a mouse with his left paw - resulting in the group of cats he'd been mooching off of to decide his fate. Iago, being the leader of the temporary group of cats then, decided to mess up the paw he had attempted to steal with, so he wouldn't be able to again. The wounds on his paw healed, though he never grew a claw again on that paw. Still determined, he continued his pilfering, only to have been sighted by a Clan cat whilst hiding in a bush. Jonathan begged for his life, and, seeing his mangled paw, the tom, suddenly having a rush of compassion he usually lacked, took him to his Clan to get it fixed up. Once he saw how the Clan life worked, and that prey, protection, and medicine was provided for everyone, he requested to join. Since he'd been helping for a moon by then, the Clan leader accepted, and was given the name Hibiscuspaw, and the tom who took him in requested to be his mentor, to everyone's surprise, so the leader obliged.