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<b>ANTIGONE</b><br>
<span>RPED BY CHILDE</span><br>
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She was born into a family a males, the lone female of her litter; her mother passing during her birth. She grew forced into a role she never picked out for herself. Shoved into a box to fit her fathers expectations, to avoid her brothers mocking. Told to accept her brothers belittlement and rough treatment because that's simply how boys are. Defending herself got her labeled unruly and unladylike. Taught to bow her head in the face of others belittlement and accept what others offered her with grace even if it wasn't what she wanted. She learned to read others and their intentions from miles away to give herself time to disappear from situations she wouldn't be able to get out of. To save herself from the worst of the damage; though it did not always work. She could never disappear from her fathers requirements and she could never truly run from her brothers. Her family suffocated her and twisted her into something they thought she should be, their ideal daughter, their ideal sister. She became a doormat, not necessarily eager to please as she had learned young that there was truly no pleasing everyone. But too conditioned, too afraid to try and stand up for herself later in life. It gained her a mate at an age that felt too young, in a tom she thought uncouth and a mark against life as a whole. With him came even more piling expectations on her shoulders that she struggled to balance while still keeping her head up and posture straight. She tried to take solace in her own thoughts, her daydreams of better things. But there was no escaping reality when one was constantly forced to confront it. Confront it in her father parading her around like a prize show horse, her brothers whispering belittlement into her ears; never taught anything else, and her own mate dismissing her like she was a pretty toy to pull out for brief entertainment then hidden away once more. Slowly cracks started spreading, breaking under the weight she had been forced to carry, threatening to ruin to her. But sometimes she will think back and reflect that she was already an amalgamation of ruins called beautiful in their destruction with no one questioning what had tore her to pieces. It was not her father with his dismissive expectations who broke her last remaining foundations, nor was it her brothers with their cruelty, it was her mate with his dismissive ownership. He expected kits and did not care for her objections or protests. As days went by she felt like crumbling dust inside herself, ashamed for even associating with this tom she hated. And older she-cat saw her listless suffering and sat with her; and this she-cat saved her life. She told her the story of her mother, who had been a fierce warrior before mating her father and who had never bowed a day in her life. And with that came the shame of her own folded spine, but it also brought a fierce desire to be stronger for her mothers memory. She flashed fangs the next time her 'mate' came to her and when her father came to roar his expectations she screamed louder. When her brothers tried to tear her down she bloodied them and wore a blood filled smile when she was labeled a savage. She struck out on her own with her head held high and the weight of those expectations tossed aside. The memories still stained her thoughts, and her actions still hesitated when faced with a choice to please herself or live up to those old doctrines. Still twisting herself to fit the needs of her children desperate to give them everything they could need. But she bloomed as time went on and fought for a place for herself in a world that sneered at her for being a lone pregnant she-cat. She would be strong; she would be her own person, even if she had to fight for it.
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[ I have a question, I want to make an adoptable thread for her kits. Can they join as trainees? ]

<b>EERO-KUN</b><br>
<span>RPED BY SIMPLYLIGHT</span><br>
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It is said that you should always be suspicious of the quiet ones as if their lack of emotional control somehow makes them devious. Eero has always thought the opposite. It’s not the silent, calculative type you should be weary of, it’s the ones that scream their stories the loudest. Growing up with his two sisters Satu and Louhi has taught him this. The third born and only male had always put him in an inferior position, but he never felt like he was left wanting for attention. With long, inky black fur and glowing amber eyes, it was no wonder that his mother referred to him as, ‘Little Dragon.’ Ismene had always been a good, doting mother to him. She gave it all for her kits and more. However, the intensity of her trying and desperation to meet her children’s needs wore on him more than they both realized. He felt bitterness towards other cats for being so absent during his kithood while he saw his mother striving so hard. His judgment grew as he did and he started to feel protective over his sisters, mothers, and anything or anyone else he cared for. This protectiveness molded into possessive, or maybe it had always been that way and he had the wrong word on it for his entire life. His mother worked hard to make sure he did not underestimate any cat or creature, so this desire to figure out the motives of the cats around him became something of a quiet, burning obsession. He learned to pick apart a cat’s character and find the pieces that shaped them all by watching their mannerisms and routines. Does that make him seem shifty? Probably. That is why many mistrust the silent ones. It depends on their motives. As for Eero, he does not have any desire to do evil but to protect what is his. Through his learning, he can be adaptable in unfavorable situations and incredibly cunning when dealing with equally as unfavorable characters. His quiet character does not make him unkind and insincere. If anything, he is someone you might want to grow close to. He’s highly demonstrative with his emotions because words become meaningless to him. When someone means a lot to him, he will show them by what he does. You can always count on being protected with Eero at your side.
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(i think i understood the stats right, but let me know if I did that wrong lol)

<b>MATILDE</b><br>
<span>RPED BY BAUBLE</span><br>
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The yolk of her malice was drawn in ink as scarlet as blood, milked from the frays of an aging family tree full of twisted and withered branches. Her story was written long ago, by the hand of a spiteful god irrevocable in his damnation – or so she’s been told; the tales of a family curse has filled her head with exceedingly bloody intentions. At odds with her sundered soul, Tilly is outwardly a bright, preppy cat. She doesn’t evoke imaginings of further gnarled branches; rather she seems more like the sweet nectar of that aged tree, petals of her charms bursting through the surface. She has big blue doll eyes, soft plumes of white fur, fluffy even in adulthood, and oversized ears – cherubically proportioned when measured against the rest of her face. She’s positively adorable. Because of her charisma, no one takes note of the streak of malice that runs through the tiny cat; her barbs and failed traps are written off as impish playfulness, if noticed at all. This reality often enflames the darkest corners of her psyche: Matilde hates being underestimated. She was born with a desire to weave her own path out of the independence that’s knitted into the fibres of her pads, and when she’s not hatching new plots, her zeal sends her chasing adventure after adventure. But no matter where she goes, her mind has obsessively settled on a final deliberation, the answer to a question that’s gripped the minds of every reticent soul that’s been tormented under the branches of that gnarled tree: what’s the best way to eradicate a family curse? Eradicate the family.
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<b>IAGO-CHAN</b><br>
<span>RPED BY CHILDE</span><br>
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A whole new world, wouldn't that be nice? If he could have everything he ever wanted, he'd be at the top of the ladder, all grins, and charisma, with the prettiest she-cat at his side and all the riches in the world, never having to bow down or serve anyone else. Of course, that's far from the truth. Born as a scrappy little kit in a world that didn't have space for scrappy cats like himself, he's always had to fight his way up. His ginger fur sticks out all over this place, his blue eyes flash green like envy in just the right light, he truly fits his namesake. He too, is the type who wants to know more for the sake of having an upper hand. Equipped with a sarcastic tongue and a dangerous gleam in his gaze, his personality is one that fans a flame. He enjoys the idea of chaos, and loves to start drama wherever it goes. It makes him feel powerful, being the center of attention, manipulating everyone, making them his flying monkeys. When he says dance–in the gossipy words of someone who knows too much–they dance. Creative and clever, he constantly tears things down to build them in his own image. He believes he can hold a new world within him, that he's meant for greater things, and no one will stop him in the end.

[ thank-you for the beautiful bio achromatic. ]

gotcha! Welcome to the league ♥

gotcha! Welcome to Primal Instinct, I can't wait to RP with you more ♥ Let me know if you ever want to RP or plot!

gotcha! Welcome ♥

<b>WENDIGO-CHAN</b><br>

<span>RPED BY FAEISH</span><br>

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A solid black tom with pale yellow eyes. Wendigo is a strange and sometimes cruel tom that has a sly tongue. He has a way of slipping out of tough situations when things get out of hand. Freak would probably be a good description of him if others knew the twisted thoughts that ran through his head. Countless times Wendigo has contemplated what it would be like to have a taste of the flesh of his own kind; to take a bite of fresh cat. No one knows of this secret, of course – perhaps the monster is waiting for the perfect time to turn his wicked fantasy into a reality.

<b>CHARON</b><br>
<span>RPED BY SIMPLYLIGHT</span><br>
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Smoke curls at his cloud-adorned paws as he steps across the embers and debris of the life he knew before. It seeps into his fur, dyeing it such a dark grey that some may question if he was born from the night sky. The only connection to the world below is his earthy brown eyes, deceptively warm and inviting. Charon, the ferryman of the dead. This wasn't always his name, but one he came to be known as. He was found as a young cat by Shina, the former Ambassador Proxy. He couldn't remember his name at that point but knew that the mother that took care of him usually referred to him as 'Charon,' so that is the name he told the tom. Truthfully, he doesn't remember much except for being a dog for this mother and her posse. If they wanted someone gone, poisoned, or punished they would find a way to take care of it. His duty in this game was to literally 'ferry the dead' to a place where no one would find them. It was a gruesome job and long hours on his paws, as you could imagine. It definitely wasn't one that a young cat like himself should have been doing. When mother, who wasn't really his mother and he honestly couldn't remember her name if he tried, and her crew disappeared one day, that is when Charon discovered he had made a fatal mistake. They had been found out through one of the bodies. He was fortunate enough that Shina found him and brought him to Primal Instinct before someone else did. It took many moons for Charon to find his voice in the group. The majority of the time, he remained silent and calculative, and many were and still are shocked when he does speak up. He was a hard worker and good at his job, so he found himself earning the trust of those around him and the wary gazes started to ween. In some ways, he became a dog again, answering to the beck and call of the ranks above him. The difference now is that in his time of growing up in Primal Instinct, Charon stopped taking responsibility for the actions of his higher ups. If they made a move or request he found was out of line, he would speak his mind on the subject. Some find him to be alluring in the way that his deep voice can be so sarcastic, but tactful. Those who have befriended him or earned his respect are usually met with cool snark and a completely unattached personality, but the deepest loyalty that you could find in a cat. He does have a few quirks as a cat that grew up burying the dead. He has found ways to determine cause of death and mask those causes, and he finds the afterlife fascinating. The best way to get this cat talking is to bring up your thoughts on the dead and afterlife. It's maybe just a little creepy, but you'll learn a thing or two about hiding the body that way.
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