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JEZEBELLE (JEZI) BY HOLLYPAW You don't know me? What a pity. I'm of the three biologal daughters of Rosedestiny, a SunClan medicine cat who was killed by Ryssa E'tani, a former Nemesis of Primial Instinct. I was raised in Primial Instinct along with my littermates, Letha and Trianna . Tempo raised us like we where his own kits. Jamie, not so much, but she was the only maternal figure we had in our day-to-day lives. For the longest time I thought they where my parents, and in a way, they are. I was close with my father, sisters, and this tom, Trekka, who would later become my mate. Though that wouldn't come for many seasons. Still don't recognize my name? Very well. Let's see if this jogs your memory. When I found out that they weren't biologically related to us, I left the group and went and joined my biological mother's clan. I was accepted into the clan by Skystar. I had many problems settling into the clan, one of them being the Warrior Code, and would eventually betray them. Not before falling for Lysander of DayClan. I had a total of eight kits with him, all from the same litter. It was a taxing kitting, and an even harder recovery. But obviously I recovered enough to be able to be here to tell you my life story. I was lucky to have family, both other of my litermates and my father, there for me. Between the time they where kitted and the time they had become warriors, Lilyripple had become the leader of the clan. It wasn't long after they became Warriors that Narcissus, Lilystar's sister, came and tried to take over SunClan by recruiting from the inside. She didn't come nearly as close as Ryssa had to taking over the clan, but she did strike hard enough to take one of Lilystar's lives and did a number on the trust between clanmates. I hope my kits are just fine without either parent, but I do check on them once in a while. And if any of them where in danger? I'd be there in a heartbeat, and I know my father, step-mother, and Trekka would be right behind me if not beside me. It was a comfortable life, being a loner, but nothing can last for ever. Eventually, Treeka and I decided to join EarthClan for a short while. It wasn't as hard as the first time I joined a Clan, but it still wasn't easy. I left just moons after we joined. Ashamed, I didn't return to my father and step-mother. Instead, I wondered. Eventually I made my way to Absum Lux, where I eventually became General of the group. My knowledge of Primal Instinct, and of the clans' ways might come in handy someday. Nevermind that SunClan isn't what it was when I was a member of the Clan. My eyes are as are ice blue, which to some could be the reason of my 'cold' attitude towards others, though I'm trying to not make it as obvious as it is. My pelt is a faded tabby gray. A scar runs across my left eye, though thankfully no damage was done. A faded blue streak is stained on my left cheek, given by a furless cat from when I served as a SunClan warrior, he said I'd do many great things. And I plan to. My story is far from over, don't think you've heard the last of it.
LIVES: 9/9
GENERAL
TBA
HIGH SAGE
PLUTO ROLEPLAYED BY PAOGIRL18
Feared and hated, death is known by many names—Hades, Thanatos, Mors, Pluto. Each a god, each feared, each forgotten. Pluto is defined as the roman god of wealth, justice, the ruler of the underworld, and death itself. Embodiment of darkness, death and despair. A planet long forgotten, a god disregarded. Greatly misunderstood. His name is not spoken for fear of welcoming death with open arms. For that is what is his, the guardian of death, the bringer of the end, the light at the end of the tunnel. He watches over the fallen, sees them to the heavens, cares for them by any means necessary. Pluto the god is long forgotten, the planet disregarded and demoted, the cat just beginning his story. This Pluto is no different from the legends told of the god. Eyes of melting gold, fur of forest’s shadows, heart hidden in solid earth. He is not evil, more a neutral party that understands that not all death is bad, that his role is not to kill but to guide. Pluto listens to one’s despairs, lends an ear to their troubles, advise their choices in life, and judges justly in all situations. He is misunderstood as the darkness, as evil, not seen as he really is. The tom is faithful and true, loyal to those who’ve earned his trust, and holds a possessives streak longer than the sun’s light can reach. Pluto does not fear death, is not a taker of life, but one who understands its worth. Life is precious, and death is merely it’s rebirth. One cannot have life without death, something many wish to disregard. Pluto understands their hate, their dread, and yet encourages those same cats to accept what is to come, that not all is lost in the eyes of death; his patience everlasting in the eyes of dying soul. His devotion known no limits to the living and the dead, and yet his heart is encased in earth for its own protection against the evils of the world. Pluto has shied away from the light of the world, hidden in the shadows of despair, long forgotten, and forever distrusted. Not due to his role as death incarnated, nor as the guardian of the end, but because he does not understand how to function in the world of the light. He is awkward, strange and out of sorts when faced with confrontations. His love passionate and yet restrained for fear of over whelming someone. A god who fears those around him, fears of being to honest, of being cast aside when having just been brought close again. Pluto has always understood his role in life—one that not many appreciate or enjoy, and most despise him for—but he knows he is not the taker of life but the one to guide them to the doors of death and set them free from the battle they have fought bravely.
SAGE
TBA
LUMINARIES
COMBATANTS
AHZIDAL roleplayed by the.stars.dance Hate is strong. No one can deny it. A fervent hatred for something is incredibly powerful in shaping a person, especially if is all you know. You begin to feed on it and draw your energy and will from it. Perhaps the only "great" thing about hate: with no influence from the outside, it has no bounds. Perhaps that is all you need to know about Ahzidal. Above all, he is fueled by negativity. If you speak to him, you will no doubt get a bite taken out of you by this bitter, scornful tom. Unlike others, even as a kit, he doesn't trust anyone easily, including his own family. Perhaps this cynical nature comes from a lack of knowledge. He does not know who his father is. At some deep level, it disturbs him. He doesn't realize it himself. In fact, he hardly recognizes himself as cynical or bitter. He sees himself as enraged, which indeed he is. His temper and potential for destruction are comparable to cats born into Primal Instinct. Perhaps Clan is better for him in that regard. Some sort of regulations would definitely limit his potential, but he will destroy. He is an embittered destroyer, one that does not know anything else. That is all the silver tabby sees in himself. His amber eyes know nothing but pain. If someone were to ease it, what would he be? The world may never know. He left NightClan to seek more power after his darker self took over.
ARIA ROLEPLAYED BY HOLLYPAW Scarlet rays of long fur with vibrant auburn's mixing into her dark wine-red textures rippling down to her pelt in swirls like roses. Her back legs have golden specks climbing up her legs like golden sparkles. She has gilded blue eyes and a kinked tail that forms like a flag of a music note. She was kept secret from the entire clan and was as fragile as a rose in a garden. She grew up never seen life outside of Rosoideae Walls. Her mother, Blakelystar, kept her hidden and no cat has seen her before except for the rookie age examinees in the Curanderas Den. Once her mother no longer ruled Toxicity, she finally had the chance to excel at hunting and fighting. After a while, she decided that even though Toxicity was her home, she didn't feel like she could stay and so, in the dead of night, she left and made her way to WaterClan, the place where her mother had once served under Crescentstar and Musicalstar. Her knowledge of herbs and healing helped the clan some, but she would never have the relationship with StarClan that comes with being a Medicine Cat. Though her skills at fighting and hunting have improved, she doesn't think she'll ever be good enough to train an apprentice. Later, after learning what she should've learned while growing up, she decided to leave and return home. While it wasn't exactly the place she'd watched while she was growing up, she didn't mind Absum Lux. BLACKOUT ROLEPLAYED BY EFFY A shadow of the past yearning for the blood of mortals. Demons embody a grey creature, with sharp radioactive eyes and materialistic gain. Thriving beneath the surface is an enchanted mess, covered by rough diamonds and falling rocks. Blackout. Fall out. Temporary blindness. Dark monsters howl their questions, dreading the answers. No one sees him; his existence is almost s myth to others. He doesn't bother either. Keeps himself distant and avoids contact. If they came too close they'd burn him, leave their mark and scar his skin. Insects trapped in endless abysses, a simple median. Forever stuck in a world of wondering words, and broken glass.
FEZELA ROLEPLAYED BY STARDANCE A scorpion. Arachnid, toxic, aggressive. Frightening, mesmerizing to the one asking for a slow, painful death. Fezela has evolved into one of these creatures through his life. Orphaned as a kit and taken in by Nightfury, he never had much to call a family. His father tried, but his father had demons that he could not resolve. His curiosity became unbound and unharnessed. He had no problem going places where he shouldn't go, as long as it was in the name of fun and games. Those were only the early days of his memory. Being a Savannah cat, he began to notice how much faster he was growing than the other kits, with the exception of his sister. He didn't want to acknowledge it in the beginning, but he came to the realization that this height could work against him or for him, but one thing became clear to him as a kit. Only if he was strong could he survive living in his Clan. He told his sister that, and it is something he regrets deep down. Those words seemed to change her, for better or for worse was all perspective, but it was a reality he and his sister would need to accept. Better earlier than later. He remains outgoing and social within the Clan, but he has a shorter fuse that some of the other cats. Fezela has no tolerance for any outsiders and any cat that seems to leeching off all of the others. Only the strongest can survive, so why let the weak leech off of the strong? It is a path to the Darkness, but it was true to him in a different sense. Elders and kits are fine because they will live a life of service, or have lived one. The younger ones continuing this trend make him angry, though he tries to bottle these emotion up until his short fuse blows. After that, who knows what he'll do. His breed gives him fur similar to that of a bengal's. His eyes are light hazel in color.
RAICHI ROLEPLAYED BY CLEAVER:D The flexible supporting stem of a feather, Raichi is straightforward and endurant. He takes every change smoothly in stride and reacts accordingly, then progresses on to his next move. Every change ruffling his fur can be smoothed away; every dip into an icy shock can be overcome. Raichi has dark orange and green eyes and a muted dusk-toned coat.
VESUVIUS ROLEPLAYED BY STARDANCE Hot ash, violent storms and mysterious clouds. Beauty, grace and asymmetry. Life and death. That is just the beginning. Vesuvius has brought those qualities to her region. To the population, life is a chance. To Vesuvius, life is an illusion. The illusion can be wiped away in a single wave of a paw or berry from a bush. An illusion can be replaced by another illusion just as easily as the other was made. Vesuvius's persona is a strange one. She purposefully cloaks herself in the ash of mystery, and she hardly ever answers questions about herself. Vesuvius holds the belief that in order to keep a secret well, you must hide it better from yourself than from everyone else. So that is what she does. She hides her past away and tries not to think about it. She does not procrastinate at all, and she demands elite performance from herself and her peers. She isn't the most social one in the forests, but when she does socialize she tends to be sarcastic in nature with an underlying, rough kindness. She is an Egyptian Mau in breed and has a smoke fur color pattern. All of her fur is black at the tip while having an underlying silver color. Her eyes are a yellow one might find on the dreamiest of beaches.
CERES ROLEPLAYED BY MOONBOUND
Some say that your spirit guides take the forms of animals, and they do just what their name tells you; they guide you through your life, and point you in the right direction. Ceres is not one of those felines. She does believe in spirit guides, yes, but not the ones you think you may know. Oh, no, her spirit guide is Mother Earth herself, and all of her wonderful creations. The plants, the birds, the ants; Ceres feels in tune with them all. She has always felt comfort in them, especially plants, for she feels they are more accepting than her own groupmates - sometimes, even her own family. Because of this reason, Ceres has always preferred to be left alone to herself. When she is around others of her own kind, she grows quite restless and emotional, her mind always leading her towards thoughts of madness and delirium. "They don't like me," She echoes within her head, "I'm a mess up. I always will be and always have been." When alone, though, these thoughts don't come to her. With her plants, she feels safe and at home, and she can talk out loud to them and even get input back. Sometimes, if she tries really, really hard, she can feel their energy reaching out to her, showing her that everything is going to be okay. If there ever comes a time where Ceres does let someone in, she will be their right hand cat. She will do anything and everything for them, and will show them a fierce loyalty that is slightly troubling. Should you turn on her, though, she will hold a cold grudge against you for a long, long time.
VESTA ROLEPLAYED BY HOLLYPAW Like the goddess she is named after, she takes it on herself to watch over them. Even if it's from the shadows. She doesn't mind that most seem to forget she's there. As long as they're safe, that's all she really cares about. Her eyes are golden, and when someone looks into the debts of them they can see a warm, calm, fire burning. She is a calico. She is proud of her younger brother's accomplishments, even if she can see the slight discomfort Pluto has in being looked to for healing. If she could help, she would, but her duty is to keep her family safe.
TYROS
THE CHARGED
SIREN ROLEPLAYED BY PAOGIRL18 A song, sweet and lovely floats through the air entrapping all who hear it. The melody unfamiliar, yet draws you in. The lyrics promise you love, wonder and all you can desire, but all you find is death and despair. That voice, so lovely as it is, belongs to Siren. Fur dark as the storm cloud above and eyes as green as seaweed, she is beauty in a bottle wrapped up with a deadly personality. The Greeks had no idea that their tale from so long ago would still hold true to today; but here she is, standing as beautiful as the old tales with a voice that pulls you in and just as vicious as those in the story. Siren holds her head high, knowing she is beautiful, using her voice and appearance to pull everyone towards her and show just how deadly a cat can be. She holds loyal to her clan and her family. She acts as their defender and their backup but she expects them to care for themselves. This sweet appearing cat isn't afraid to raise her claws or to take a scratch. She's as tough as the rest of them, unwilling to back down, but she knows her place; one within Absum Lux. Beautiful dark grey fur hides her true personality, one of dry humor and deadly mirth. A personality that no tom may ever find as appealing as her appearance or voice, but that never stops them from falling for her into towards theirown demise. This temptress acts sweet and kind until you've fallen into the water, then the harsh waves erupt and show you who she really is. A cat that lies, kills and threatens. One who is loyal to her family and clan. A she-cat only after the best, that leaves all the rest, unworthy and not worth her time, within the harsh waves. Siren is only kind to her kits and brother and even then they still receive her sense of dry humor and sarcastic wit, but they still have her kindness and love. Heaven forbid you mess with them. While any she-cat is protective of their kits, but this she-cat, Siren, will down right murder you for merely laying a paw on one of hers. Though, she still expects them to face their own battles but she can't just allow just anyone to attack her family.
THE SUCKLINGS
BALAGAN-KEDI ROLEPLAYED BY CLEAVER With his comely, youthful features and high voice, this golden glory has a subtle way of making other cats around him relax. He’s charming, sweet, and very appealing with his sun-kissed bengal fur and carefree laugh. Balagan is rarely if every angered, or even intimidated: his glowing admiration and endless warmth take the edge off hostility and suspicion and smooth it over with kindness. He isn’t dangerous, truly, just as he appears; he is a cat that greets death fiercely with life, and takes joy in the simple pursuits of company and brotherly affection. Cats who know him trust him despite knowing they shouldn’t — he has a tendency to exclude any information that he doesn’t believe pertinent, and it usually is — but they know he is mostly harmless. Balagan is a hero, but a background one, and he prefers to guide the more capable with faithful and loving support. He is a trickster and yet a genuine cat, a confusing combination that is often swept aside. He is the reincarnation of one already gone past — of Vigilante, the towering cloak of shadow with his cold shoulder and cruel eyes, the hero who never was.
POLYPHEMUS-KEDI ROLEPLAYED BY SPECKLEPELT A rather large brown tabby tom with one piercing yellow eye. When Polyphemus was born, he was doomed for failure and death. The last born of his litter, the smallest, and the only one with a disability. Sometimes he will lie and tell the sucklings that he lost his right eye in battle, but in reality he was not born with it. Where his optic organ is supposed to be there is only an empty crevasse. He was written off from the start as the smallest and weakest, no one really giving him a chance to prove his worth. Where he was born with lackluster sight, he was given extraordinary scent. Polyphemus is the best tracker you will find. He can smell anything, doesn’t matter what or how far it is. Polyphemus worked his tail off to be recognized as more than his disability. He is a daring and reckless tom, often being the one to make some kind of mischief. He thrives off of attention, good or bad. Being a social by nature, Polyphemus has many friends. He finds himself to be quite popular with she-cats and toms alike, but he has no interest in families or love- he wants to make a name for himself in honor and glory rather than as a family tom. He's not often found doing leisure activities besides the occasional bath from his mother or siblings. He has a great fascination about outside groups and the warrior cat clans. He one day wants to make a journey visiting the outside, but he doesn’t know how to convey that to his mother Siren, or siblings Echidna, Typhoon, and Lamida.
LAMIA-KEDI ROLEPLAYED BY HOLLYPAW Born just before Polyphemus, she is the second youngest of the litter. She was born with heterochromia iridium, meaning she has two different eye colors. One is yellow, while the other is green. She is a gray tabby. Much less social then her siblings, she prefers to stay in the shadows. She can often be found either with her mother or around her youngest sibling. The fact that Polyphemus only has one eye has never bothered her.
