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QUARTZ roleplayed by Lavender. A pretty crystal with no real value. Quartz's mother treated her like a novelty, fun at first then discarded her once she grew bored. Her father is unknown to her as he never came into to see her. She did have her siblings though and they grew closer than most do in the League. The four of them worked on raising each other, building up each other’s weaknesses. Quartz became the ringleader of the group, always leading the charge into mischief or outright danger. They stayed together as trainees, though it was a struggle when her sister nearly passed due to an accident. Quartz ended up being promoted earlier than the rest of her siblings, something that stuck a small wedge between her and her siblings. Yet when the other three were promoted the rift seemed to heal. Quartz learned to take a step apart from her siblings and develop into her own self. She often keeps her thoughts to herself, not willing to share her deeper thoughts with others. That’s not to say she isn’t sociable, Quartz does make conversation and friends. Fully aware of others she does her best to fit in, neither standing out or falling behind. Not drawing unwanted attention is her specialty. She has learned to take in her surroundings and observe her league mates. All this she takes in and stores it away to use later when necessary. At times she can appear cold and unfeeling, but she is not bloodthirsty. Quartz would much rather trick and deceive, using mental pain instead of physical. Deception is her favorite game. It brings her joy to weave tales out of thin air to have others believe. Quartz desires to have more than what she started with, to improve upon her. While it doesn’t have to be power she needs more. Smaller than the average cat, a long thick coat helps bulk her up. Alabaster white fur is accented with faint grey and cream patches, most of which form faint tabby stripes while the rest seem to highlight her frame. Her tail is almost solid grey with thin white stripes. Her delicate face is accented with a soft pink nose and large white ear tufts. Her fur grows just slightly longer on her chest giving her a curvy look. Silvery eyes with the faintest hint of ocean blue give her a doll-like look. The thin black outline around her eyes only makes them stand out more.
"You are going to save the world," precious angel, is what his mother always said to him. He was the only surviving kit out of her litter of two, a tufty-furred swirly grey tabby tom with dull, greenish-yellow eyes. His fur his knotted and dirty, he seems to always have his eyes wide and alert. A gift from the heavens, his mother called him. Guinea was a disillusioned loner, and driven by the recent loss of her kit she lost her mind even more. She believed that Exsperavit was a hero, a god, that he was going to save the world and everyone knew his name. He grew up on that, which caused his extreme egotism and confidence. He cared little for anything other than himself and his mother, to some degree. He believed he was magical, that he could control the elements. It never worked when he tried, but his mother convinced him that they would develop in time. Exsperavit wasn't violence or aggressive, he was chillingly cold, quiet and cunning. He studied others, learned about them as much as he could, and could read someone like an open book.
"He's after you. Him and his accomplishes, they want to kill you," his mother had told him one day. She told him they wanted his power, they were going to suck his life-force from him and he will die. He believed this, sure, but he said he could fight them off. He was all powerful, indestructible. So his mother decided to hide him. She scoped out an old shed, abandoned by twolegs. Guinea kept him in there, a small space with an abundance of mice and rats, locked him in for as long as she could. He drove himself crazy, with no communication with anything and nearly died of dehydration before the rain came. But it collected in a puddle and would last a little bit as the shed was musty and damp itself. He stayed for moons, moons, and didn't even realize his mother was gone. She had died guarding that door, determined to protect her son from her own delusion. He entered that shed at around 16 moons old and left when he was 32 moons old after some kids entered the shed to see what was in there and he made his escape. He was never really the same afterwards. He was more paranoid and believed he was dying, that they had gotten to him. He traveled as a loner, quite content with it actually, and met many cats who told stories of the Clans and Groups. He wanted to join them, be their leader, save them before he "died." He discovered and joined Primal Instinct.
(Personality) Paranoid to no end, Exsperavit still believes he is a god that will save the world. He sticks to himself but when talking to others he tends to put himself above them. He is good at reading others but not understanding or connecting to them. He's the definition of disorganized. The way he talks and acts, thinks and feels, how he even takes care of himself. He's a little ball of chaos. He's bothered with constant thoughts that he can never quite grasp and, at the odd time, voices that swarm him. He's slowly driving himself into insanity and believes the world has gone mad, that's it's being destroyed. He isn't very friendly, or trusting, but if he manages to form a bond he would cherish them miles more than he does with anyone else.
"I am the keeper, I am the secret, I am the answer, I am the end. Dragged by the wind, taken by the stars, carried with the madness and scars." The hum of a spacecraft as it hovers above the interconnected circles in the field; it is motionless, awaiting approach by those curious enough to dare. Thunder and lightning crackle ahead, the friction shivering in the still air. A soft ding! accompanies its presence before it's off like a rocket into the atmosphere, disappearing with a flash into the space above. Unidentified, uncertain, unacknowledged, untrustworthy. The extraterrestrials range in the media between those you fear and those you long for. What is the reality we face? It may be closer than you'd like to admit. "Tear down the hallows, take back eternity. Puppets learn to pull strings and cut down the user's lead. Don't stop, don't think, move up, don't blink now. On your knees, pray for rain. Don't breathe when you take your aim." A silver bengal form slinks through the fields, approaching the front porch of the home – only a single flame accompanying her form, flickering behind the glass of the front light. She's unwelcome in this ghost town, where only the dead may roam. This is the purpose of her life; to be driven away, used and manipulated. To be torn until there's nothing left but blood and bone. She is the embodiment of the deserved punishment in the world and her body displays it excellently. Scars riddle her form, causing the silver bengal hair to form unusual ridges where they don't belong. Tears have long streaked down her cheeks until they've left dark ravines – divots in her cheeks that will never heal. She has a purpose, though, one she won't so easily give up. "So climb up and come clean now. Blow back that smoke screen. It's all here, it's all you. Get clear on the darker view. Don't stop, don't think, don't look back. You're a bolt of lightning in the sky now. Don't stop, don't think, don't look back. I've pulled you in, nowhere to hide now." She was a mistake; never meant to exist, never meant to make it to this stage of life. Born to Siobhan, once an honored and respected deacon of the league, and an unknown tom that was undoubtedly a short and meaningless fling to the cold she-cat, she was abandoned within the league's territory upon her birth. Her mother, on the run from prosecution and undoubtedly execution, believed her to be a liability. She was better off losing her life to hypothermia or starvation than living a life as an outlaw with her flesh and blood. At least this was the perspective of the she-cat who left her with an unconventional goodbye – naming her only living child Karma, in honor of the regret and guilt she felt for having betrayed her deceased lover. There she was left, bizarrely silent, only snuffling for warmth, her small body shivering. "Don't stop, don't think, don't look back. You're a bolt of lightning in the sky now. Don't stop, don't think, don't look back. I've pulled you in, prepare to die now." There, within the territory of the league, she was cared for by a tom she considered to be her father. The only being on this planet that loved her more than life itself. The only being that she cared for and trusted with her very life. Altaïre. He cared for her, brought her food, taught her how to slink throughout the territory undetected. It was of utmost importance that she was to never be detected; not until she was old enough to care for herself, not only for survival but to prove her worth. Everything fell to ruin when she was discovered, however. It began the long days of her torment, as her tears continued to flow down cheeks. The pain, the bloodshed, the broken bones only built her to become who she is today. She wouldn't go back and change anything, for through the glimpses of gorgeous Death and beautiful white hot fury, she would not be who she is today. "I am Dark Matter. Your road to ruin. I am Dark Matter. I'm your undoing. Bring me your soul, bring me your hate, in my name you will create. Bring me your fear, bring me your pain, you will destroy in my name."
initiate (prisoner)
Parents: Siobhan & ?
Captured by a League patrol after being discovered camping out in the territory. Illegitimate and abandoned daughter of Siobhan, a previous Deacon of the League who was convicted of first degree murder of another member (DeLucca).
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POSTEDMay 6, 2019 23:07:40 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
AVALON-CHAN roleplayed by ian Striking and beautiful, with cream fur that is marked by darker point. The hues transition across her pelt from pale and milky to deep coffee colored, as if she was a cup of brew that had not yet been stirred after cream was added. Her eyes are glassy and blue, like the ocean. One looks towards Avalon and pictures a future, perhaps gets a feeling of calm; of peace. Avalon herself is a serene she-cat who is unbothered by the opinions and concerns of those around her. The woes of the world roll off her shoulders, leaving her completely unaffected. This suggests, to many, that she is a pacifist. However, they couldn't be more wrong, and when push comes to shove, they would be met with sharp teeth and wicked claws. Although she is outwardly charasmatic and doesn't seem to be cruel or mean, there is something darker that lies behind her baby blues. Like many in Primal Instinct, like her supposed father, Avalon holds a monster within. Willing to go to drastic measures to protect herself and those she cats for. Avalon is the daughter of Morgana and supposedly Altaire, but reality begs to differ.
FABLE roleplayed by Medusa Fable is a she-cat most don't want to have to deal with, after all the cold and bitter cat isn't exactly a best friend to anyone. She's a very manipulative cat; she enjoys bending others in a way that will benefit her and further her on her path to redemption. She isn't the nicest cat and most learn that very quickly. She is strict and often demanding on what she wants done and when she wants it done. She plans everything out to a obsessive compulsive level. No detail can be left untouched. She also comes off as a very cold cat, lacking common compassion towards others even when it comes to them being hurt. She's also very blunt; she doesn't try and beat around the bush, she just goes straight to the point. The entire front isn't so much a cover up as it is her basic need to be stronger and better. When she does warm up and actually doesn't feel the need to constantly outdo herself she is a bit of a better cat. She's warmer and it is revealed that she enjoys the concept of family and can often be protective towards others. Fable was born thirty-two moons ago to a rogue cat and a clan cat. Unfortunately her mother rejected her due to the fact she could not pass as another clan cat's child. She was taken in by her father and the two traveled alone. From the start it was clear that Fable was bitter and cold, just as her father was to her. Her father often pushed the young she-cat further past her limit to which Fable would only retaliate with angry words. So at six moons, her father had enough and took the bruised and beaten Fable at the time to Primal Instinct. She was left with Primal Instinct for six moons and in that time developed good relationships within the clan. She was actually a bit functional within the group, due to them being of similar nature to her. Now, she resides there as a hunter, and she is more than proud of how far she has gotten. Hunter
