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[ she is a hunter whoops. ]

VERSACE-CHAN roleplayed by blankslate
If his mother Arete was asked to describe him she would call him playful. If his father Daedric was asked to describe him he would call him sadistic. Some might describe his mothers love as unconditionally blind. If asked to describe himself the soft mink snow bengal would call himself playfully sadistic. While he schemes and plots they are often set up to fail, the tom not actually seeking to do permanent harm to his siblings despite what his actions might portray otherwise. In fact Versace is rather protective of Armani, Gucci, Givenchy, and Dior. Though he would rather be caught murdering a loner than to admitting he feels anything but resentment towards them. If Versace cares for you you might just find problems in your life conveniently disappearing, the sleek pelted tom taking care of them. A little far south of sane he comes off as unhinged and a bit manic at the best of times, moods changing like spring weather. Tread carefully around this tom, or he might just be the last thing you see.
Youngling

ALTAIRE roleplayed by ian
A buff-colored Egyptian Mau, who's coat swirls between darker and lighter rivulets. His gaze, often appearing unimpressed, is a deep yellow. Make no mistake; they are not golden. They are a venomous yellow, sinister in nature. He is a muscular tom, although he is smaller in stature. He is not so small that he cannot stand his ground, though. He is more than willing to put others into their place. Crossing him is probably not in your wisest of interests, although it never is with Primal Instinct felines. However, he doesn't always look like this is true. Out of the group, he perhaps seems to be one of the less sinister. Although truly monsterous in nature, he packages himself well. One might not guess his true nature if they don't look too closely at him, do not look too deeply into his eyes. He can be quite giving. He is an easy cat to talk to, however speaking to him is a grave mistake. He collects the secrets of others, ready to use them to his best advantage. Most of the things that he does are done to his advantage, including his love life. He is the mate of Morgana, the Shaman of Primal Instinct. He was sought out to be the husband of the patron witch. The two are almost perfect for each other in that way, both much different in reality than appearance, however there is no love between the two.
hunter

DIOR-CHAN roleplayed by ian
The second born to Arete and Daedric out of a litter of six, nothing is particularly striking about this tom upon first glance. After all, he wears a similar white bengal pelt to his siblings, and his pale blue gaze is not shocking nor particularly exciting at all. Yet, despite being just another bengal in a sea of them, getting to know the tom will make one aware of his little... eccentricities. What might they be, one may ask? Dior falls in like with the blood that runs through his veins, finding a mannerism quite similar to the she-cat of his family to which the marbled coat owes its dues: Vera E'tani. Although he is a hunter over fighter, Dior acts eerily similar to his paternal grandmother. This mannifests in two ways. The first is that he enjoys bloodshed perhaps too much. He likes to be challenged, in order to put others in their place. Despite having a penchant for the hunt, he is unafraid to use his claws when necessary, and even when not. It also manifests in a second way; it makes him a cold and calculated beast, one who believes that weakness should be weeded out at all costs. He presents himself as always put together and his image appears to be often the only thing he cares about. He creates a wall between he and the world through this presentation, keeping his inner thoughts and mechanisms known only to him.
youngling
Arete and Daedric's litter

both of these bios will be changed as i get used to the cats because i hate writing bios before i actually rp whoops (i say as if i dont just hate bios)

ALASTAIR roleplayed by Oceanix
“He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful." - Tim Latimer. Eyes the color of frosty ice that rage with a hidden fire passed through his mother - Foxe's bloodline for generations. They are the eyes shared by a former warden, a past Shaman, and the current Assassin. Along with many past important officials of the League. His fur is dipped in fire and ice. The shaggy appearance of a battle worn soldier. Frosty cream fur with silver highlights. Faded ginger lynx markings on his face and limbs are his war paint. His ginger dipped tail acts as a warning to those that oppose his kingdom. Alastair comes from a long line of Nemesis, Wardens, and Shaman. Alastair was destined from birth to protect the kings and queens of his kingdom. He was graced with a named with a fitting meaning. Alastair symbolizes "protection" and is known as the "Defender." When most gaze upon Alastair they take in his physical appearance. They notice he has the small and lean physical traits of his parents Foxe and Parallax. Although don't let his size fool you. His lean and slight muscular body are almost similar to that of a knight's sword. Like a blade he cuts his victims down in one swipe.Like a knight he is elegant and charming in the way he carries himself. He finds that being polite and formal aid in political situations. Like a knight or a bodyguard he stands there at attention. Never making a sound never talking; just listening and picking up information. Storing the information for later use. Unlike the knights before him that swore their lives to protect the Nemesis. Alistair isn't a brute that shows off his superior power or strength against his victims. Knowing his size puts at him at a disadvantage. He found at a young age that his vast intelligence got him further then brute strength. His intelligence has helped him become a gifted tracker. He notices the smallest details that most over look. Using those details he follows his targets until he find them. Never stopping and never giving up the hunt. He lurks in the shadows like a storm in the night. He silently brews until his lightning strikes out leaving chaos and destruction.
Hunter

HADYN roleplayed by Oceanix
Fortune favors the bold - a sentiment by which he directs his life. A loosely adorned sculpture, the stone-tough muscles clad about his figure are hidden beneath a shawl of dark coal fur. His thick coat gives the impression of a dangerous set of weapons beneath it, of defined ropy muscles to which conflict is not unknown; despite his slightly smaller stature, he holds an imperial look and distinct coldness to his expression. He doesn't think he's better than some other cat , he knows it, the conviction running deep within his bones. His bloodline and his own attitude make him aloof and superior to those that are not him. Quick and sharp, his signature battle moves stuns and astound opponents, his technique rendered nearly flawless after moons of honing and refining. But despite his kingly appearance and outward soul, his disposition is not of the icy-cold heart of a Nemesis. Risky and on high alert, his exterior facade melts away in subtle ways to gradually reveal more of himself. An innate risk-taker, determined and mentally set, and always ready to go; there is no fearful tendon or nerve that will betray him when inhabiting his element, perched in dangerous places or elevated spaces.He's light on his paws and quick, mentally defy and rather capable. He takes it all by storm, a comment quick as lightning to roll off his tongue nearly as swiftly as his flight from branch to branch to evade authority and command. Hadyn is different when he reaches himself, tunes in to that inner ear -; he's full of fire, the open flame of a bold leader. Hot and brash, willing to do whatever it takes to free himself from the chains of humility and expectations, to relax with a friendly quip exchanged between brothers and a warm bite to eat, to blaze and bare his soul. The herald of a new age and the tiger burning bright, drawing in supporters like a moth and bathing them in his merciful light. Hadyn seeks to make his fortune and achieve fame, by thievery in the night or inspiring others; everything is attainable and nothing in fixed in time, unable to escape his grasp. Fortune comes to the bold. He loves independently of his family, unwanted, ignored, or undesirable - his typical sharpness too on point and blunt to be considered civil. When costs in ice he can be reasoned with, by that possessive family of his mother's side ,Nova the Shaman and her ancestors , but when he bursts free, he is a hurricane, a volcano. Hadyn was not born noble, his birth an accident, the product of anger between the Shaman and her Warden sister; a regrettable fling with Satara's mate, Legion. The dark tom fathered them for a short while before he was driven by his needs from the clan, left to wander alone and grow tougher. He has found, however, being a mistake merely can be shaken off his whiskers and is almost adored by some of his short following. Hadyn is by no measure a revolutionary - his friends and following shrinks as often as it grows, with every beat of his heart pulsing along blood through his system. At no time does he have more than three or four friends, but he accepts this, bidding goodbye freely and frequently.Hadyn's thoughtful side rarely shows, his strategies often present at the forefront of his mind however. He avoids romance and other conflicts of interest as best he can, focusing on the tasks at paw. His closed self was not always present at birth, but rather at the event following: of his siblings - Nadia, Byre, and Avira -Avira was the favorited, and thus the one brutally stolen by the jealous Satara. His two other sisters dying shortly afterwards. His mother's death followed the death of his siblings. He had always maintained a bond with his family, but after the unfortunate event, a fleck of ice chipped his heart and began to freeze the fire. He left the league to search for his father, but all trails came up cold. Only to join the league when he was older.
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MATRICES roleplayed by Oceanix
A picture of elegance and class. Picture perfect short sleek ivory fur. Grey and brown tabby markings adding personality to his evening coat. His indigo colored eyes are a trademark that link him to the powerful lineage of Indy. Being the son of the Nemesis he had a reputation to uphold. He became a great actor as he grew up. Learning to be kind to the important ones. He is rude to the lesser ones on the pecking order. Not afraid to speak his mind and having no filter. His mouth can sometimes get him in trouble with the wrong crowd. He grew up believing Micah was his father. He respected and looked up to the tom for guidance. His siblings are Quarel, Indigo, Sonnet, and Doree.
Hunter

MEPHISTO roleplayed by Oceanix
Hatred for others slowly can corrupt the soul. While it may corrupt the soul Mephisto lives and breaths hate for others. Many would chalk it up as him growing up with his father Deal being absent from his life. Or his mother Savannah being a Proxy at the time of his birth causing her to leave her litter to the Spies of the nursery. Mephisto how ever doesn't believe this. He believes that he was born with hatred being already apart of him. While most find comfort in family Mephisto doesn't not find comfort in his family. At the time of his birth two other litters fathered by Deal were born in the Primal Instinct nursery through Katie and Supernova. With each litters birth being in close proximity to each other. They were raised in the nursery together by their mothers. Turning the nursery into shark infested waters. Each litter competing to be the better litter. This allowed Mephisto's hatred for his family to grow. When he was a trainee and his brother Azmodan was dying at his paws from poison. Instead of jumping to help his littermate he just stood there. When his younger look-alike littermate Duriel became a Deacon. His jealousy for his younger brother grew. Leading to him rebelling and leaving the league. Through his moons as a rogue he was able to father a single daughter name Thana. During the short reign of Lazarus E'tanMephisto rejoined the League and hooked up with Seraphina Song.
Hunter


NEOTELOS roleplayed by Oceanix
'Neo-tell-us' it didn't not take long for his name to become a inside joke where any of his siblings would use his name as a play on words as his name sounds like someone asking 'Neo, tell us'. When he attempts to explain or speak there always someone who says "Yes, Neo-tell -us all about ..." His didn't even leave kittenhood before he became sick of that joke. If his name sounds made up then you'd be completely right - it was made up and his name is the combination of 'Neo' and 'telos' literally Greek meaning 'new end'. Well where to being with this mini enigma? For starters, he likes collecting bones. Any kind of bones, for they are the only thing that 'survives' death. Some bones even seem to be too big to be from a bird or any 'normal' kind of prey but he insists everything he finds are just the poor remains left exposed to the harsh elements, re-purposed by him to be visual decor of his nest. His own personal goal is to one day find a cat skull and add on to his collection, probably until someone gets sick of his hoarding and tell him to get rid of it all but he's likely to only listen to the Nemesis. He has a 'tame' obsession with death and could begin a conversation on how death is purifying and invincible, and so on. Not everything he does revolves around the concept of death, he will however, advocate how misunderstood it is and death is nothing to fear, yet even he is not so eager to be 'terminated' either. Death is merely one of many changes, just more permanent and signal no turning back. The ending to one story, can pick off as the beginning of the next. It isn't necessarily so literal either, as it often brings renewal, a time of significant transformation, change and transition. Death is merely a teacher to let go, and to move forward, to break away from harm and go across into the positive frontier. Neotelos is the connoisseur of the inner mind, he has a pretty clear view of how things works and is fascinated with the things he doesn't understand like any type of mental abnormalities as simple as OCD. Neotelos has a knack for picking up on other cats's "auras" and while he doesn't mean to be rude, he can't ignore a sad soul and will places himself in other people's business with the intention to give them the push forward they need, but he isn't enough then he shall leave them to wallow and pull themselves out of despair. Neotelos is selfless, he has a heart, but he keeps it as detached as possible, perhaps influenced by being brought into the world in such a mess of a 'family' considering both parents want nothing to do with any of them and have no intention of actually having to raise them. This 'family' deteriorated before it even had a chance. Neotelos likes to think he's pretty sane and well-rounded compared to other PI cats and the most mature, stoic, neat, and even a little proper. He even occasionally tries to make an effort to make them more . . . 'family-like' but mostly in vain. His relationship with his father is as distance as expected, they never would've talked at all if it wasn't for the fact he was genuinely concerned Adelaide has no desire to raise them or be attached at all - funny how it's fine for him to be that way and such a game-changer when the mother isn't. Perhaps this is all the start of a new beginning? Their talk is small and seem more of acquaintances than father-son. His connection with his mother is much more complex and strained. Neotelos is one of 27cats based on the Tarot cards; his card is Death. His parents are Uta (of PI) and Adelaide (of PI). His littermates are Noose, Equilibrium, Bondage, and Crisis. (written by Shadowblade~Moss~sky)
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NOOSE roleplayed by Oceanix
While his littermate Neotelos is mature, neat, and proper. Noose is very much so his opposite. He joined his others siblings Equilibruim, Bondage, and Crisis in the mocking of their littermate's name Neotelos. It was actually Noose who started the "Neo-tell-us" joke amongst the littermates. He is a chaotic wild fire that will burn you if you get too close. He very much so suffers from commitment issues similar to his father Uta. While his struggles stay committed to almost every thing in his life he at the same time struggles to let things go after he finally commits. Leaving him to become a victimof his own personal struggles. His connection to his siblings is his dark brown tabby pelt. His connection to his father is his dark rich amber eyes.
Hunter

RIMANETTA roleplayed by Oceanix
When two old bloodlines clashed Rimentta and her siblings became the product of selective breeding. Rimanetta's smaller then average sized frame almost didn't make Shaman Raelynn's standards if it wasn't for her youngest sister Venisca-chan being born half dead. With her sister's sacrifice it allowed Rimanetta to grow into the beautiful and deadly force that she became. She was graced with the beauty of her mother Naida's dark and rich brown pelt which is similar to her grandfather's Legion's. Her unique copper eyes sets her apart from her brother Serpentine and her sister Heria. Their unique hue is was connects her father Cyder. Through Cyder and Naida she comes from a long line of Nemesis allowing her to draw her bloodline back to cats like Metra E'tani, Indy E'tani, Katie E'tani, Ryssa E'tani, Seraphina E'tani, Jynx E'tan, and Quartet E'tani. While she proudly upholds her bloodline that is frowned upon in Primal Instinct. Causing her to meet any challenge head first to prove to others in the League that she isn't just some number that has became apart of the bloodline. Mother to Veda, Apollo, Ridge, Moira, and Nia.
Hunter

TATLIA roleplayed by Oceanix
"I don't want your broken lullabies, your burdened dreams. I have my own curses, and you have only uncovered the beginning."Her siblings, Tansy and Thyme may be twins, but this she-cat is Thyme's polar opposite. He suffers from staying up, hallucinating from a lack of sleep but unable to put his troubled mind to rest because of thoughts of fire that dance through his head. She envies his problems though, because in her eyes she struggles more than him. It's difficult to stay up for her, always being lethargic and wishing for the sweet embrace of rest. Yet she has wishes to be the best of them all, dreams of conquering the world with her unlimited power. There's no way to gain that strength while she is asleep through it all. Even if the small she-cat wanted to stay up, her mind shuts itself down. Without control, she can be up and running one moment and asleep the next. She's narrowed her problem down to one cause though; stress. Whenever her heart begins to race, her eyes begin to close. This doesn't bode well for her hopes to be stronger than the rest. Even if she was stronger, what use would it be if the moment she steps into a battle field she falls asleep? She's not blind to why she carries this burden though, as unfair as she sees it. She was born to an ex-medicine cat, of whom ran from her duties once finding that she was carrying kits. Hazel. As much as she wants to love her mother, she also blames her and is much less forgiving than her other siblings. Hazel has clearly stated to her that Starclan has cursed her siblings and her because of their mother's deed of running from her duties. As for her father, his name was Desolate. She met him when she was young, and at first was fearful but warmed up to him. Yet she didn't get to know him long, and even now can barely remember his face. When Duriel was still deacon before his rise to nemesis, he took a rather normal hunting patrol out. Among the patrol was Desolate, Gravity and Pact. Four toms left camp, and only Duriel returned alive claiming that they had been attacked by rouges. She hates when anyone tells that story, shivering at the thought that rouges could take away those that seemed so strong. Yet she lives on, trying to conquer her weakness of sleep. Unlike the rest of her siblings, she is more hyper aware of where they are. She knows that those here don't mind ripping the weak to shreds, and that they see her family as very weak. She acts like the older one for all of them. The defender. Yet if she's the voice of the family, it seems like a very weak voice as well. Her siblings are Poppy, who has anxiety, Comfrey, who tends to injure himself more than others, Juniper, who always tends to be the sick one of the bunch, Willow, who doesn't seem cursed on first appearance until she stumbles from blurred vision, Tansy who probably has the least of the damage by just being unable to tell a lie, Thyme who is Tatlia's polar opposite with insomnia and Peppina who has abrupt moments of being unable to breathe. They're all named after herbs because of their mother's past with medicine. To her, it feels like a lash to the face considering that's why they're all troubled in the first place. As for why Tatlia and her sister, Peppina have non-traditional herbs as their names, there's a special reason. Their mother is a pure breed of what two-legs apparently call Chartreux. Yet she has green eyes, which for some reasons two-legs dislike in that breed. Tatlia has copper eyes, and Peppina has golden eyes which is much more acceptable to the breed. This, of course, means that Hazel was once a kitty-pet which is why the story behind their names often goes untold. It was so long ago, and Hazel was so young that the only memory she has is being spared from being killed, instead released into the wild. Since the pair has much more traditional eyes, and the common blue pelts, Hazel decided to name them after herbs that only Primal Instinct uses as a way to look past all of their pasts and into the future. Yet, even then, Tatlia doesn't see a bright future.
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ZANDER roleplayed by Oceanix
A mixture of his mother Adanna and his father Liam . He is a knight, a warrior of Primal Instinct. He is forever loyal to the place of his birth. His armor of choice is his thick short fur. That is grace with a light tan color decorated with a beautiful chocolate leopard pattern. His eyes are dark and stunning and take on the hue of warm honey. His weapon of choice are his massive paws decorated with deathly dagger like claws. He has the heart of a lion and the strength of a tiger. He is large muscular frame. He is protective of his siblings and won't let anyone mess with them. He is the closest to his brother Liam Jr.
Hunter

OZAKAR roleplayed by Oceanix
When your mother is the Shaman, your aunt is the Nemesis, Uncle is the Assassin, and your other aunt is one of the four Proxies. League members no matter what age learned to respect him. While probably mostly in fear Ozakar gives them many reason on why they should respect him. Always proving his family and the League his worth to society. More so his mother Raelynn than his uncle or aunts. While he grew up surrounded by the other kits in the nursery clowning around each day learning valuable social skills. He was shut out by his mother and sister Piroska. Each morning shoved outside to allow his sister time to learn the ways of being a Mage. Each day only adding fuel to the jealous fire that burned under his dark sandy leopard pelt. His sage green eyes only growing colder as the moons and seasons passed.
Prisoner or Hunter (I'm not really sure what he is because at one point I made him temporarily disappear)
 

GIVENCHY-CHAN roleplayed by arethusa
A Siamese point tom with a cream marbling on his pelt that vaguely reflects his Bengal ancestry. His optics are a green and yellow mix, as if someone surgically removed chartreuse into its two separate palettes. Yellow streaks at the rim of his eyes, the green pooling in the center. Despite his long and occasionally lanky appearance, he is a pretty-boy sort of handsome on his thin but muscular features.
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NYPHERIS roleplayed by Effy
Manipulation is an art form not many can pull off, and definitely not something you'd want to be a victim of. A small, haunting, dark colored bengal she-cat, she is a phantom when she performs. She is the smallest of Pravian Empress Vera Etani's second litter, not to mention the weakest and the smallest. But don't be mislead, Nypheris will break you down just as fast as she builds you up. Don't be ignorant enough to think she's just a pushover because of her age and size, the atrocities that Nypheris can make possible would make you gasp in disbelief. The snake like bengal is a quiet soul, calculative and unforgiving plans running the gears in her brain. However, when she finds her target, there is no mistake that they are a mouse caught in her mousetrap. She will dazzle you, with kindness, and honesty, and pure loyalty. She will always win them over, a true mistake on the victim's part. If you trust this she-devil, you'll let her know things you'd never imagine sharing with another living being. Your darkest sins, they're all part of something greater than you- her presence is a haunting one, it'll make you remember your morality, the greatest betrayals of yourself and others, your secrets and mistakes. Her greatest attribute is being able to find weaknesses and turn them against you. She will stop at nothing to make you feel guilt and manipulate you to blame yourself for a tragedy she caused. All that you've told her will always be used against you, blackmail of the highest degree to keep you on your toes and guessing all the time. Nypheris has an interest in her Pravian heritage, often coming up with questions and then attempting to answer them to the best of her ability. She has a brilliant brain, an intelligence usually sought out for. She has ambition and adrenaline pumping through her veins, a two-faced devil, a witty assassin of souls, a wraith lurking beneath the shadows. She is impulsive and usually stubborn, and doesn't seem to mind her siblings a whole lot. Her weakness can be a bit offputting but she never lets that stop her path. Nypheris's pelt is creamy, rosetted bengal spots painted on her physique like a piece of art. Her mesmerizing eyes are those of a sage, emerald green, that look like they house a powerful source of mysterious power.
Hunter

TAINT roleplayed by Effy
Any who believe her name is from the inky splattering of gray across her bleached pelt is sadly mistaken. Her name is because she is a disgrace to her family line. She was conceived of an ill-considered relationship between a pure-blooded League member and a charming rogue, and with her birth her mother was robbed of life entirely. The grandmother that raised her was a stern and strict cat, disapproving; her name is a reminder of her mixed blood and the stain her existence is on the family legacy. She was kept in line with harsh words and the occasion cuff or strike, taught early on never to question her superiors and keep her head down, meek and quiet. A kit is best seen and not heard, they'd say, so she saw and looked as pretty as she could and wished she was a fool so she could endure this treatment with a genuine smile upon her face. But Taint is clever, too much so for her own good, and it gets her into trouble far more than a proper lady would. Turquoise eyes, marred by a chip of gold in her left iris, are demure and beaten down when in the presence of cats older than herself, but young or those her age see a different side of her; they meet a challenger, a cat unafraid to start a fight and prove her merit. Toms have never shown a romantic interest in her, nor do they have reason to, but she's rather shy about her sexuality. Instead, she finds them to be constant and funny friends worth keeping in her life. Her grandmother always swore that she would find a nice tom from a pure family to settle down with, being the only one that can continue their line; her hope was that after giving birth to kits Taint would promptly die off and stop troubling her, but this has yet to be realized. A hunter of average looks, her witticisms and sarcasm are her main traits, and her love for a good match keep her from settling down with one of the respectable toms her grandmother always dreamed of. In truth, she clashes with her group, and loves the league all the more for it.
Hunter

Flamingsoul=> Flame
Roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21
A beautiful dark red she-cat with turquoise eyes. She may be attractive to most but her heart is cold. She was born in Moonclan, her father being Leopardblaze and her mother being Silvershine. Always being second best, never amounting to anything important, and constantly being picked on had made her bitter. She felt that she was made for something much more than what her clan saw her as. As Moonclan became weaker to nearly extinction, she refused to be a part of it any longer. She became friends with a Primal Instinct cat when she was only an apprentice and had dreams of joining them. Once she was awarded her warrior name, she betrayed her clan and chose to leave and join the league.
Prisoner

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