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<b>MADELIENE HADDON }} KLEE</b> <br> A dark brown and cream Siamese she-cat with aqua blue eyes. Madeleine has a sharp-tongue and a short fuse when it comes to stupidity. She has little patience for those who lack common sense and backbone. Madeleine believes that loyalty and respect should be earned, and not given upon first sight. Why should she respect and be loyal to someone who may not treat her with the same dignity? Similarly, she will always be professional in her conversations, unless something is said or done that is deserving of a lashing of words. Due to Madeleine being rough around the edges not many cats have the confidence to approach her, but those who do eventually earn her trust have it for as long as they prove they won't ever break it. When those who are gifted Madeleine's friendship breaks her trust though she is quick to cut them off and it is difficult to get back in her good graces. Her background isn't known, but she came to Renegade Regime with these trust issues, so most assume she has been hurt in the past. Home: Renegade Regime Rank // Mercenary/tryout application
Sexuality // Bisexual
Mate // N/A
<b>GENEVIEVE GARCIA }} KLEE</b> <br> Genevieve is a black and pale pink Sphynx with prominent yellow eyes. She is socially awkward and struggles to make friends with others and has weird quirks that others in the Regime seem to frown upon. Although she tries her best to mask her oddities, she recognizes that it's difficult to be "normal" when she doesn't understand what normal truly is. She dislikes meeting new people and tries her best to avoid socializing as much as possible, which isn't that hard to do when others approach her and she scares them off with her inability to old a conversation. Underneath to awkwardness though Genevieve longs to be like everyone else and worries that she might one day be outcast if she isn't able to somehow fit in. She spends most of her time trying to prove her worth to the regime and coming up with new ways to prove her worth while still avoiding social interaction as much as she can. Home: Renegade Regime Rank // Mercenary Sexuality // pansexual
<b>CAIT-TYKE SIDHE }} KLEE</b> <br> A solid black tom with dark orange eyes. He is smug, aloof, and cares little for the feelings of others. He wants to rule the world like a iron fist, but he isn't going to be upfront and honest about that. Instead he will inch his way up to the top carefully and with a plan already in mind. He is sneaky and cunning, able to hide his true intentions with a charming smile and an assurance of trust. Due to how endearing Cait is he is easily able to seduce and mate with as many she-cats as he wants, but he isn't one to commit long time and often leaves those who falls for him within a few moons. Others have a difficult time determining whether Cait truly cares or it's all just a facade, and that is exactly what Cait wants. Home: Renegade Regime Rank // Tyke
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<b> OZYMANDIAS BYSSHE }} CHILDE</b> <br> Nothing can outlast the sands of time, everything will fall to them in the end. Great kingdoms will crumble and dynasties will fall to the corroding nature of time. But there names will be recalled as tales of a past best remembered as cautionary tales. His name is one such name, the name of a tom who ruled the slums of a city he won't ever speak the name of. But time came for him like it comes for all and the foundations of his rule crumbled beneath him and he was left to be forgotten among those same alleyways. Left to make his way in a new life leaving the stories of his rule behind. Here in the Regime he lives a simple life, leaves the ruling to those who have not yet fell to their greed. Has tempered his ambitions and grown complacent and cozy. There are days the brown tabby tom fondly recalls darker days with only the affection those used to the gloom can and yet he is happy that he has now embraced the sun.
Rank // Origin Superior
Sexuality // Asexual
Mate // N/A
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POSTEDFeb 25, 2022 19:26:56 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
<b>CROSSZERIA "ZESS" DIAVOL }} SHADOW</b> <br><font face=Times>THROUGH THE DARKEST OF AGES & BLACKEST OF PLAGUES +</font> 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."
Rank // Spy?
Sexuality // Bisexual
Mate // ?
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Post by unknownhearts on Apr 16, 2022 23:43:22 GMT -5
<b>CADET SUNKY EXE }} UNKNOWNHEARTS</b> <br>Facts about Sunky. Sunky is happy-go-lucky, carefree, friendly, gentle-hearted, cute, and unambitious. He also only has small jumps. He does good in every way. Unlike his brother Sonic, Sunky can swim. But he doesn't run as fast, cause he's never in a rush. Sunky considers everyone his friend. He also has the miraculous ability to get out of any danger unscathed by doing nothing. How could anyone try and hurt him? He is very cute. Sunky loves to dance and always wants his friends to join in. Sunky doesn't talk much, and has a rather high metabolism so he's always a snacking. Sunky is a blue cat with oddly spiky fur. Sunky should have red eyes but it's against the rules so Sunky has black eyes instead. Or maybe his pupils are just constantly dilated. Who knows.
Rank // Scout Cadet
Sexuality // Undecided
Mate // N/A. No Maidens?
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<b>CADET LORD EXE}} WRENPANSY</b> <br>A tall, spindly, but oddly hulking monstrosity of cat, his blue grey fur and two opposite color eyes make him visibly unerving. Few people talk to him; he comes across as shady, eerie, and intimidating, and his naturally quiet nature along with the the odd, heavy movement of his step doesn't aid in this. His presence alone is an uneasing one -- few cats want to share the same room with him, or even get caught by his half-dull, pale mildew green, half deep amber-red gaze.
Rank // Mercenary Cadet
Specialty // Cadets & Adults
Sexuality // Undecided
Mate // N/A
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POSTEDApr 25, 2022 0:34:01 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
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Post by achromatic on May 3, 2022 17:07:47 GMT -5
<b>CADET PHILOMENA 'MINA' ALEXANDRIA }} ACHROMATIC</b> <br>Saint Philomena took a vow of chastity, and when she refused an emperor's advances, she was tied to an anchor and drowned. When her bones were exhumed and miracles began to occur, the church declared her believers a cult, declared she never existed, and threw her to the wind, with the disappeared saints. Philomena Alexandria will not be so easily forgotten. Known as Mina to all, she despises her own name; after all, naming a kit after some tortured child who's canonisation was thrown to the dogs sounds like her parents were praying for her own downfall. She's never truly forgiven them for it. Butchering her own name isn't the only thing that puts her at odds with her family; she refuses to listen to tradition, nor to anyone, in fact. This brown tabby she-cat knows who she is, and she knows what's best for her own even if the path isn't always the most fruitful, and God help anyone who tells her otherwise. Reckless, blunt, and with a disregard for health and safety, With her green eyes full of mischief, Mina constantly causes problems for everyone, and is often the one to get her littermates in trouble. She constantly tries to persuade her goody-two-shoes sister Aulora to join her in her pranks, and she constantly pushes the blame for anything she does to her brother Cyrus; after all, she knows how to play to her own advantage, and being a girl comes with its perks. Flirtatious and easily-amused, she spins a web and traps everyone in her grasp; the world is her circus and everyone's her flying monkey. Perhaps Saint Philomena couldn't keep her following, and perhaps the church wanted to keep girls like her quiet, but heaven be damned if she doesn't get her own way, and she'll have cats following her own steps soon enough, with perhaps a little less torture than her namesake.
<b> LAELA ESCALE }} DOT </b> <br> The most adorable little thing you ever did see. Small and soft, her long, pure snow-white fur drapes around her like a fluffy cloud. Her fern-green eyes sparkle like emeralds, always warm and playful. The daughter of Venus, sister to Commander Mars, and Fjord, a former Commander himself, she comes from a long line of powerful cats dedicated to the Regime heart and soul. Unfortunately, Laela is bedridden most of the time, having inherited her Grandmother Jasmine’s autoimmune disease rather than a leader's legacy. But while most cats might react to being so weak with frustration or self-pity, Laela has learned from her mother the good that comes from moderation, from temperance. Rather than constantly indulging herself, she takes joy in the little things in life. The smile of a tyke. The contagious and heartfelt joy of laughter. A natural Raiser just like her mother, the highlight of her day comes when she's strong enough to visit Post Kilo and entertain the tykes with various jokes and songs she's learned. Many of her groupmates consider her very childlike in that regard, but what reason does she have to hurry in growing up? She constantly encourages her friends and cheers them on through their hardships, always trying to help them in any way that she can. But more than anything, she reminds them and the rest of their family to find hope in the smallest of things in life, and that every new morning is worth living.
Rank // AUXILIARY
Specialty // Raiser
Sexuality // Heterosexual
Mate // N/A
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<b>ALECKSXZANDER NIKOLAI SIONAINN SOLACE-SAI }} SHADOW</b> <br>A white tom with fine-chiseled features capable of cutting glass and accentuated with the occasional lightning bolt of spectral color, all locked together by a set of chilling fluorescent blue eyes that give the impression of being luminescent in the light, this tom is burdened by glorious purpose, as made evident by the excruciating length and nonsensical complexity of his name, lovingly gifted to him by parents that were not long after gruesomely murdered by their own incompetence and the now warlock of WinterClan’s quick trigger ire, no doubt earned.
Rank // Mercenary
Sexuality // Pansexual
Mate // None
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