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Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 18, 2021 20:32:21 GMT -5
Yes. I am here making adoptables. Expect more in the other groups too.
These characters can go to any of the Revolutionary Groups (PI, RR and Swift) plus LKR. They are unrelated to any mega trees and to each other. Rev Names first, but Warrior Names will be included for Swift. The bios will use the Rev Names. I ask that they stay in the Rev Groups and their sexualities / gender stay as described. If it’s not mentioned, feel free to change it. Tulsa, Derbie, Guinn and Kerianna’s bios all have they/them so they can easily be given different pronouns or kept with the same.
Luscious long fur that’s a soft creamy color like the foam on a latte, his paws look like they were dipped in it, along with his face. But even if he could have coffee, it never appears like it would do much to change Chandler’s almost lazy disposition. Though he likes to think of himself as more laid back. In reality, Chandler mostly keeps to himself; he’s not overly chatty, gets his work done and then goes off on his own, and almost appears to walk to the beat of his own drum. He would hate to admit it, but he can easily be hyped up by a crowd into doing things he wouldn’t do otherwise. Especially with… the boys. He can be considered a man’s man, doing whatever he can to help his friends even if it goes against his own desires. He can fascinate and wow with his wild stories that don’t seem real, and he rarely will admit if they are or not. Chandler flourishes in one on one conversations and activities, and can even become more affectionate as long as he doesn't have an audience. His lack of social interaction isn't because of an anxiety or botched incident, he simply knows he doesn't care for it. He goes into everything with an untold and unexplained confidence that says he has everything together, even if he doesn't. Chandler is serious to the point where it makes him the butt of far too many jokes, least for his taste.
Lainey (Timberwolfblaze) : Lesbian : has Cerebellar Hypoplasia : rped by OPEN
When Lainey was young, she didn’t understand the way her paws kept shaking underneath her, or why she kept losing her balance even walking across flat surfaces. Her parents assured her it was just a kitten thing, and they thought she would outgrow it. But Lainey kept growing, and she never did outgrow it. No matter the various cats the parents of the brindle calico brought her too, nothing helped. It was just an illness, but an illness that Lainey refuses to let define her. Not that her parents had the same mindset, it frustrated them to an end where even looking at Lainey walk around left them fuming. So she decided to make her own shaky path, and came to the clan she's in now. She's shockingly intelligent, to where you can easily wonder where she learned everything she did. Though she also gets bored of hearing the same stories over and over and has suddenly found herself interested in gossip and clan secrets. Lainey is haphazard and carefree, acting on a whim more often than not, and prefers to laze about rather than work. But her temper is something to be feared, as she can become quite explosive. Lainey has a hard time reigning her curiosity to know everything back, and tends to come off as rather nosy and even annoying to her clanmates.
Tulsa is the definition of tunnel vision, an embodiment of it. When forced to look at anything else, you quickly realize you preferred them as they were. Their coat is rich and blue like the night sky right before dawn with eyes like the baby blade of glass begging to get the morning dew. Tulsa spends most of their time tinkering away with gadgets, junk, just about anything they can get their paws on. And the few times you'll see Tulsa away from their workstation is when you can see the products of the work they've made. Whether it's a new creation or grease and mud coating their fur. They have no hobbies or even interests outside of their machines, and any attempts to have them do something else will quickly lead to them complaining. But it's also because Tulsa is just not a people person, but to the most extreme degree. They tiptoe the line of being asocial, an indescribable urge to defy the wishes of those around them flowing through their veins. When their back is against the wall, Tulsa reveals themselves to be incredibly selfish and cold-hearted, finding no issue in using others to help them get ahead and no remorse for them either. They have a sort of god complex, believing themselves to be better than everyone around them, but despite it, they are very self conscious and insecure. And their fear of being perceived as weak makes them put on a mask of superiority.
Constance (Blackconstellation / Blackenedconstellation) : Trans MtF : rped by OPEN
After spending so long hiding herself, Constance now makes sure everyone knows exactly who she is and what she thinks. A thick white pelt cloaked in a sheer veil of grey tabby stripes, tall enough to not let it trail on the ground below her. Gold eyes poking through her fur like the first signs of spring sprouting after a long winter. It’s safe to say that Constance has blossomed since leaving her loner parents behind. Even though she was the second oldest of the litter, she was the last one to do so, yet probably the first to sever ties as much as she has. It isn’t that she had a bad relationship with her parents and siblings, and more that they just don’t really understand her anymore and can’t wrap their minds around her transition. Constance was a quiet kit, going with the flow and practically gluing herself to her parent’s legs. Now she forces herself to be more social and proactive in the clan she’s in. Her heart still races and her words stutter on themselves, but Constance is working on improving herself for the better, even if it is her interpretation of the better. She does go too far at times, and ends up being either overly apologetic and self depreciating or sticks to her guns and ends up hurting people. Constance loves crickets, and will sleep outside of camp just to hear them. Constance still has a lot of growing to do, but that little sprout is finally getting ready to bloom.
Everyone knows Derbie. It’s hard not to. The fur on them holds such stark shades of black and orange, it would literally be hard to not see them coming. Complemented by pale yellow eyes like headlights, one of them is on the lazy side. When asked about it, Derbie will laugh and call it their "evil eye" or that it wasn't even theirs to begin with. A source of light heartedness in the clan, Derbie is more than used to dealing with the drama that clan life leads to. The calico is from a big family, and is used to playing the big sibling to those around them. They can accomplish just about anything you ask them, and they tend to be the peacemaker once chaos develops. Reliable to where several people will ask for their help, Derbie will respond with a smile and a laugh. Their maturity in every situation has led to cats even calling them "big sib". They like to host little events like parties and get-togethers, blossoming in a crowd. Though they tend to treat everyone the same, maybe not letting themselves get close with anyone in particular. While rather jokey, they have a serious side. But they're also not afraid to call out someone on their flaws or mistakes, making them also one of the more brazen of the clan. Derbie loves the moniker of big sib, even calling themselves it in conversation.
Guinn was always the problem child. Even as the only kit, their parents could never give them as much attention as they wanted. And continuing on as an adult, it's the same song and dance. Their fur is like the still burning cinders of a blown away flame, bright orange and angry. It contrasts their eyes, soft green like serenity. You could see it as the dichotomy between their outer persona and inner feelings, but Guinn makes it clear they're one and the same. Why Guinn wants, needs, constant attention is a mystery, even to themselves. But any sort of break that someone takes from them feels like a personal attack. They have a hard time with boundaries, tending to only see things through their own lens. Guinn is also frustratingly stubborn; if anything tries to get between them and what they want, they'll fight tooth and nail to get what they want. Even in things outside of it, they tend to question things like rules, laws and orders from the higher ups. Guinn is rather observant, able to pick up on the smallest details that not even the cat might have noticed. Their rigidity in their views even comes through in their words, tending to be factual and dry. Guinn is a friend for life though, and they would throw themselves in any type of fight for who they love.
When you think of childhood summers and running around with your friends, just enjoying the days of freedom with each other and the whims of your imaginations. It's a sweet sort of nostalgia that Kerianna's very presence can invoke again. White and fluffy like the clouds that aren't even thinking about the storm. The sun and moon peek through though, with faded and static marks on their head and crystalline blue eyes like the sky itself. It's as though Kerianna hasn't even grown up from those days past, holding onto a kit-like innocence and bravery. With a grin on their face and a hop in their step, every day is an adventure as long as Kerianna is with you. Their mind seems to be just teeming with ideas that you couldn't even imagine on your own. A bit bull headed, they love to get their own way and love anything taken to it's ultimate. A daredevil, an extremist, they take on any challenge with enthusiasm. But even in quiet moments, Kerianna is warm. You wouldn't think a bouncing off the walls cat like them would be a good listener, but they are. Even if they can't think of any suitable advice. They're almost alien, an anomaly you couldn't believe the world could produce. And Kerianna would smile and laugh, maybe even ruffling the hair on top of your hair. Like you're the odd one for thinking that. Like they still believe the world is a wonderful and harmless place, even after the sound of screeching tires took their mother away.
