SENTINELS
Our Commander's body guards
SENTINEL SEAN }} Faith
(His name is pronounced Seen, not Shawn) The bloodlust in his eyes always shined brighter than his smile. That was the peculiar thing about him, the devil's gaze reflected against his eyes, but the warmth in his smile that suggested everything would be okay. Never could there be a more chaotically gentle aura than the one he wielded like a weapon. That was his gift, the ability to be dangerous, yet fill you with all the words you never knew you needed to hear. He has an addictive kind of danger that could make near death experiences seem like action packed thrills. He isn't the kind of character to hide in the shadows, but flaunt the scars of his past like glamorous treasures. He's an open book horror story that makes broken look beautiful and despair look powerful. There's a war against himself, like two flickering images, one of light and the other of shadows, but both are losing. He turns his back on the Blind Protector raging wars on the very foundation of the question, what is good? Amber brown fur dominate his God given body, lone silhouettes of willow bark hues trickle down his scarred snout and are speckled along his sepia colored chest. Gold colors caress across the tips of his tail and ears like pressed buttercups. His eyes are an exotic gilded green with a long scar along his right eye gifted to him by his daughter, Adanna. There's a torment to the chaos he wields as though each stroke of wild anarchy he washes over a crowd takes a piece of light out of him, a piece of his foundation. That slowly he's falling apart, pieces missing and yet there had never been a more beautiful severed soul than his. He's a deadly kind of gravity weighing shadows down on shining souls till he corrupts or breaks them in all the ways his soul has splintered, cracked, burst. Don't be fooled by the devil in angel wings, he'll sing sweet melodies while cutting your throat. [4/7 lives]
SENTINEL GARDENIA }} Gidgetjoy
She was a beauty her mother could never see.
A Goddamn fighter.
Unafraid of the fire that warped around seemingly everything in life she wanted. She was an angel stolen from Hell. A kitten born in Dayclan, taken back to the Regime with her mother, but Dayclan didn't let go easy. When they fought at the border for her siblings, when she watched the brothers and sister taken from her, those angelic wings she once had fell off. But let it be known that on the day that her wings broke off that Dayclan forgot she had claws. She is a fighter. Gardenia is completely devoted to the Regime; a stern follower of its code, and determined to show everyone that her own mixed blood doesn't prevent her from being an honorable soldier. Yet life threw another curve ball at her; the death of her mother right in front of her. Gardenia defended her mother the best she could and got everlasting scars that have left her permanently deformed. From that moment on she swore that nothing else in the world would ever hurt her family. Her siblings that separated were dead to her; they may as well have been killed that day. Her only siblings now are Umbry, her twin brother, and her half-siblings Noceur, Soigne, Xuxa, and Draconis. When their mother died, they became all that was left of her. Gardenia sees San's image in them every time she looks at their faces. As a result, she has grown violently protective of them. She stalks them in the tunnels, always a heartbeat away whenever one of them needs help. A bombshell blonde furred she-cat with black flowering markings; the front of her paws black and a big fluffy tail like her father. With the most remarkable honey gold eyes, claw marks trail from her right eye, down her throat, across her right shoulder, and ends in the center of her chest; a startling reminder of the day she lost a little bit of her mind. But she is a fighter.
SENTINEL KAISRA }} Honeystorm
Chaos. Anarchy. Complete and utter freedom. For a Regime cat, Kaisra is the one who loves to break all their dearly held rules, perhaps a byproduct of her upbringing by Glowstar and Darkcomplex, both of whom she thought to be her parents until the fateful day that Shule returned from her disappearance at the paws of SunClan's High Priestess, Foxstar. Bright and strong, she is like fire, her voice a roaring flame and her laughter is brilliant and untamed. To her, rules are suggestions, guides meant to be broken when they no longer fit her own desires. Authority is meant to be challenged, and things such as borders mean nothing. That's not to say she'd disloyal. Though hard to faze, she will fight fiercely for her family, for both her sets of parents and their respective homes if asked, even if it would make her a monster to do so. Kaisra bears bright, Egyptian blue eyes, her gaze becoming gilded in the darkness of night. Her appearance, in a way, is a combination of all her parents. Ebony fur, with white vapor curls tracing along the left side of her face and down across her left cheek like a crescent, akin to Shule's coloring. From Sean, she gained her gilded gaze and height, taller than her mother, but not so tall as to bear the hardship of the tunnels like the former Commander. From Glowstar, she gained the shimmering waves of auburn-brown that lace up her legs, and finally, from Darkcomplex, she gained her extraordinarily thick fur. Both sides are hers, and she refuses to discount one for the other. Woe be the cat who would take her family from her.
SENTINEL ELSIE }} uniqcrim
Pale grey tabby she-cat with navy eyes like her father's. She is a trouble maker, always finding ways to get into things she shouldn't and messes she doesn't know how to remedy. She is strong willed and bold with a tongue she can't seem to control. Elsie was born to defy and carve her own path, she has a think skull, sure paws, and a quick mind. She is very loyal to her family and loves them will all her heart, as she tends to do. Elsie has a tendency to feel too much too strongly and listens to her heart and instincts more than her mind.
SPIES
They're always watching...
SPY XUXA }} Faith
A fox-figured queen with thick ebony fur that cascades down her body, light, smoky Russian blue silhouettes trail down her front right leg, lightening to a perfectly white paw with delicate ivory claws. Her eyes are a brilliant cobalt blue. After her mother's death, she slowly loses touch with reality, becoming more and obsessed with her mother's life, until eventually, she believes herself to be San. She also rubs her eyes constantly, as if something's wrong with them, leaving the skin around her eyes thin and irritated, and her eyes bloodshot, giving her a demonic appearance. Eventually leaves her chosen field to become a Mercenary, as if rewriting San's own history.
SPY CORIANDER }} simplylight
He probably would have been a momma's boy if he ever knew her. In fact, he looks the most like her out of all his siblings. Coriander is definitely a softie with a kind and gentle spirit. He is slightly bigger than a lot of the other tykes and is covered, heat-to-toe with brown tabby fur. His yellow eyes are always hued with warmth from the love he has for others. Coriander's father is Mars and he loves him dearly, but everyone knows that he is partial to his Aunt Venus
CADET ATHENA }} FadedEcho
Wisdom is her weapon. It was clear from birth that Athena preferred to use her intelligence over brute strength. She is quick on her feet and has a knack for outsmarting her opponents. To her fellow soldiers, she is a kind and loyal friend that would go to the ends of the earth to protect the Regime. Athena has a tendency to go head to head with her brother Ares. The two of them just can't seem to see eye to eye. Outwardly, she cannot stand her brother, but deep down, she knows that if he needed her, she would be there for him in an instant. He is still family after all and family is one of the most important things in this life.
MERCENARIES
The Warriors of the Regime
ADONIS }} FadedEcho
A large muscular frame, dark tabby pelt, and pale green eyes make this tom rather attractive. He has a calm and friendly demeanor towards his fellow Regime member, but dislikes anyone outside of the Renegade Regime. Most see Adonis as an old fashioned soldier that follows strictly by the rules when he is on duty, but knows when it is time to relax after the days work is done.
ALASTOR }} Honeystorm
Tormentor. Executioner. Avenger. A large black cat with fearsome green eyes. It is unwise to trifle with the tom, as he is all his namesake and more. An intimidating figure to say the least, he blends in with the shadows of the tunnels, though his sharp eyes stand out against his ebony pelt. It is rare that the tom ever smiles, often looking upon his groupmates with little interest, though he is neither arrogant, nor does he act as though others around him are below him. They merely have little meaning to him, other than being the cats whom he is sworn to protect. They're duty, nothing more. He has a stronger relationship with his family, particularly fond of his father Slite, but then again, perhaps that's just because he's all but denounced his relation to the former Commander, Brighton, who happens to be his mother. He pretends she doesn't exist when possible, and does what he can to distance himself from the she-cat at all times. But perhaps cats don't see that as unusual, given his aloof and solitary nature. Naturally, given his stature and reverence of his father, Alastor became a Mercenary. He is a terror in battle, vicious and unforgiving, nearly tearing his opponents to pieces, remorseless and ruthless. However, his claws are not only saved for the heat of battle with cats outside the Regime. Under his pretense of near being emotionless, he actively searching out those who've done wrong, particularly to their family members, and wreaks vengeance upon the wrongdoers, whether in the Regime or out in the world beyond the tunnels. And it doesn't necessarily stop at the wrongdoer. Should the wrongdoer escape punishment, their offspring become the target, paying the price for the err of previous generations. Alastor is a phantom of the night, his claws always sharpened should he find someone whose done wrong. But what'll happen when he finds out his Slite's past?
BASIL }} FadedEcho
Basil is a large brown tabby tom with green eyes. He was not born in the Regime, but he was brought to the tunnels by his father Mars before he reached his first moon alongside his brother Coriander and his sister Jasmine. Basil has always been bold, his actions sometimes bordering on overconfidence. He truly means well most of the time, but he isn't exactly known for thinking his actions through beforehand which has gotten him into trouble more than once. He's stubborn and once his mind is made up, there's little chance of changing it.
BIAN-AYZARIA }} Honeystorm
Bian is a rather odd cat, although that isn't surprising, considering her upbringing, now is it? But, I get ahead of myself. For as long as she can remember, she hasn't been like most of the Regime. They worked, lived, and breathed the tunnels, whereas she never stayed within them past sundown. Tzofiya Karasi, her relative, guardian? Bian was never all to sure of their relation, if they had any, despite having known the feline since she'd first opened her eyes. Either way, Karasi always ushered her away from the endless tunnels eventually. Sometimes it was long past dark when the tykes around her slept, or only hours after she'd arrived, despite having been in the middle of playing. Some days, even, Tzofiya would leave her wherever their makeshift camp was the night before, and she had some time to herself, where she often found herself collecting odd trinkets, from pretty colored stones to twoleg items. Bian chewed on leaves and twigs, and grass, listened to human music and hummed along to the sound created sculptures from mud, even fiddled with random objects, seeing if she could pull them apart. In the times she was neither on Regime territory, nor alone or asleep, Bian Ayzaria she was with Tzofiya, whom she did much with, from learning the basics of hunting and defense, to climbing swimming, and appreciating both nature and human made objects, as well as prey, in any form. With all this time spent with the exotic older she-cat, Bian naturally picked up the accent she had, to some extent.The way she pronounced words was a bit difficult, and sometimes the others in the Regime didn't seem to understand it. Although they didn't really understand many of the characteristics she displayed, such as her odd hobbies and habits, the way she'd hang upside-down from trees, her disregard for rules, or anything about her, really. As odd as she may be, however, Bian is quite intelligent, if unconventional, mischievous and outspoken, with opinions that she believes are wholly right, whatever others may think. She does not go seeking for the approval of others, nor is she competitive, or very sociable, for that matter. Ayzaria can often be a bit awkward around others, not to mention she prefers to be left to herself, rather than have company. No one can say that Bian isn't interesting. Odd? Yes. Eccentric? Most definitely! But that's not necessarily a bad thing.
CALYPSO }} Aberrantfox
Beauty runs in the family. It was not unexpected that Calypso held firmly to this gene. A large muscular forest she-cat with a golden coat of sunlight rays of red, orange, black, gray, and white create her stunning long pelt. In many ways Calypso takes after her mother, Raya, Strong willed, and determined to prove herself. Her hunting skills are descent but no cat can dispute her skill and cunning in the fury of battle. Calypso walks with her head held high and her shoulders rounded evenly over her petite paws. What is very unique about her is her exceptionally long tail with long sweeping fur clinging it to lik the leaves of a branch. Calypso has respect for her fellow group mates but finds it difficult to respond to them in a friendship like manner. She is mostly business and very little pleasure. Though she has a soft spot for young cats and tykes. Calypso can commonly be found enjoying the company of her sisters, Artemis, Hera, and Iris. While she has her mothers fire she has her fathers heart. Red taught her compassion and understanding of another cats situation while still maintaining her duty to her group. Calypso is the essence of regal grace, and powerful cunning.
CAS }} Spot
Cosmic satin soft black fur embodies his princely figure. He has a cloudy grey mask over his eyes illuminating white speckled about creating the look of constellations. His eyes are sea glass green, almost as hypnotizing to look into as an ocean. He’s an information broker and enjoys sharing the usually unused tunnels that his father showed him to snoop around underground for information. He’s just a bit on the smaller side, but is faster than any of his siblings able to outrun most of his foes. He’s level headed and gets along best with his aunt Zakiyyah who used to be a sentinel in Renegade Regime, but now resides in the league. He claims to love all cats finding them utterly fascinating and while he’s learned a few good moves from Zakiyyah he almost never fights, capable of anticipating other cats movements he’s able to swiftly dodge almost any attack and avoid any trap. He’s a bit of a people watcher enjoying watching other cats and imagine their lives. Sometimes he’ll stalk them about until he knows the perfect way to kill them. He almost never does kill, but he enjoys having the satisfaction of knowing that he could do it. The number one thing to know about Cas is that he’s lazy, he has all the talent and knowledge, but like a dragon sits atop his pile of knowledge and never uses it for anything. He’s asexual with zero interest beyond finding a cat cute, however he isn’t against having a relationship someday, but gets little pleasure from romantic activities so much as seeing the person as their closest friend.
DAMON }}Spot
Damon is a handsome light brown tabby tom with stunning green eyes. Before Damon joined Regime, he was nothing more than a street cat. Surviving day by day, accepting hand-outs from two-legs. One two-leg in particular gave him the name Damon. He was named after a greek god known for his trust and loyalty. Living up to his name, he is the most loyal and trustworthy tom any cat would ever meet. After his two-leg friend mysteriously went missing and after weeks of searching for his lost friend, Damon decided to move on and eventually stumbled upon the Regime. He found these cats and their way of life fascinating and therefore, asked to join. Though, he requested his name to stay the same in remembrance of his two-leg friend.
DRACONIS }} simplylight
He has smoky black fur that dissolve into light and dark greys creating a colorful shadow of darkness along his pelt. He has Russian blue fur across his muzzle and jaw as well as inner ears. His under fur is a bit Russian blue as well as his fur does have a light shine of blue in direct sunlight. He has a thin white streak of fur on his forehead with a dark raven wing like marking at the bottom of it. His eyes are blue and silhouetted in a darker patch of fur. When his mother was being killed he threw himself at her attacker and a long scar was made from his ear down to his throat. He lost hearing in his left ear. From that moment forth he wants revenge on Kotori, his mothers murderer, his nightmare, his families insanity, he wants to hurt Kotori like he did to him and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to become that person even if it makes himself into a monster. He fully believes that he sold his soul to the darkness in exchange for powers. He claims that in the dark he is capable of powerful speed and strength and much like a videogame is capable of seeing potential weak spots on the body. But claims that in the light he loses these abilities.
EVELYN }} Honeystorm
Most of the cats of the Regime are disciplined, militant, and honor their superiors in the underground tunnels they call home. Most. She certainly doesn't possess these qualities, at least not apparent to many of the cats of the Regime. With her distinct lack of respect for the majority of the group, obstinate attitude, and preference of the above-ground territory, she doesn't fit the typical description of this Military style group.And does she care? Not by a long shot. She'd much rather think with her independent mind, and make judgments as so, than follow without question. The day she's thought of as compliant, is the day she's given up the idea of being her own individual. She's likely taken her 'independence' to the extreme, but hey, she's here to make a statement. Evelyn has a strong, commanding presence about her, someone not to be trifled with, something she was born with. Quite the sassy feline as well, she has no issue making jokes of 'authority' figures, despite the consequences. Unlike her twin Elysian, a heart-breaker, and troublemaker in his own right, she has no qualms about lying to someone's face. She's very close with her twin, and finds amusement in his pranks and rule breaking. She might not look as obviously strong as the other Mercenaries of the Regime, but don't let that fool you. She's just as strong as them physically, and considers herself even more so mentally, at the very least being headstrong and brazen.Despite her self-willed attitude, she's very passionate and respectful towards the Blind Protector, having been found alone in the Garden on multiple occasions, head bowed low in front of the Stardrip, one of the few times she is quite silent. Like her mother Manchester and Aunt Brighton, she's caught a bit of their city accent, liking different sound comparatively to the other Regime's. Is she a saucy, irreverent, she-cat with a temper to beware, all in the name of independence? Of course. Does that mean, for all her attitude, she won't be the first to defend the place she calls home when it's threatened? No, she'll be in the front lines, taking on the offenders.
FJORD }} simplylight
You can tell a lot by embarking on a journey into the eyes of a stranger. Their passion for the emerging blossom or a distrust of the changing seasons are clearly evident through those crystalline globes. But what if the eyes aren't parallel in nature? Does two different optics mean two unique adventures, which in turn make one complex first impression? With white fur as crisp as the clouds that hover over a deep fjord, his heterochromia is what makes this grandiose tom stand out at first glance. Metaphorically speaking, his blue eye tells the story of a soul who longs for the light to reignite the flame to carry on each morning. It’s the tale of a soldier who lives in his daydreams to escape the darkness of reality. His visions of what should be and not of what truly is. It’s the timeline of one who thrives from other’s experiences and stories. That icy chasm of blue leads to a king who does life alongside his subjects, fighting through the torrents of life. That eye believes that hope and faith will carry you through, to always forgive and find hope in a new day, and everything works out in the end. The other optic, burning with a passionate amber like fire, shows a different character. It’s path leads to an abandoned lover who seeks his reconciliation. The story is one of a leader who raises his sword and shield against those who threaten his pack. It’s a tapestry of an individual who will take back what rightfully belongs to him, not caring whether tooth and claw are necessary. Depth and the wildness of nature make up the river that splits through the mountains, causing the birth of a a fjord. He is that wide, winding river that tears a path through the steep cliffs. Why such opposition between two windows of the soul? Not just because he was born with it, but because of a past that defines his individuality. Being born from parents who still hide their identity to this day, he's had to create his own persona. Often times, he’s had to become two different characters in the play of life to please those who never claimed him in the first place. Not only that, but watching his brother, Regn, walk away after many moons of living amongst the tunnels together morphed a hot flame inside his heart. Not only does that ember burn through his chest, but it is slowly forming a hardened heart. He is one who is fueled by tragedy, so he has learned to hone in that flicker. Two vastly different eyes create the picture of a cat who gives his all passionately, fiercely, wildly, and madly.
GLADIATOR }} pao
The sun sets on yet another battle, it's gaze entranced by the blood spilled before it. Gladiator stands in the middle of the ring his fur stained red with the blood of his foes. Fierce by nature, hardened by battle. He is calm in the face of the storms, ready and willing for any challenge. Each day was spent in the arena, fight after fight; until he was released. It is a lifestyle, a choice. One this tom has gladly taken ahold of and continues to hold tight. While his arena may have been the Concave like all of the other tyros before him, he was the only one to leave. Gladiator entered the trails that day with four other tyros, each vouching to become a combatant. But none of them were as bloodthirsty as he. Where some may have hesitated in their fights against him or others, due to being companions, lovers or comrades, he did not. To this tom, the fights were all life and death and he fought till only one stood standing. It was a ring, an arena, and it deserved the honor it commanded. The others had been weaklings, he had merely been doing them a favor. Better death than life as a charged. Soaked in blood and with the sun at his backside, he emerged the sole victor and the sole tyro alive. Even before that day, he would boast upon his skills. Pride would be his supporter, arrogances his friend, and the sun his companion. Gladiator resembles the sun, reddish-orange in color and eyes that burn a bright amber gold. He relives his glory days and rejoices in battles. Each day he could be found in the Concave, fighting once again. Sometimes even spending a few weeks at a time in the area that many feared ever entering again. All he would ever need was the glorious sun reigning down on him, giving him the strength to keep fighting and the audience he deserves.
HERA}} FadedEcho
The eldest of her litter and the self appointed leader of her siblings. Hera is the daughter of Raya and the sister of Artemis, Calypso, and Iris. Some say she is a natural born leader and she likes to think this is true. She carries herself with a sense of pride and does what she can to uphold a pure image. She has a tendency to become jealous to the point of being obsessive over those that she cares about and this has been known to push others away. Despite her flaws, Hera is a hardworking and dedicated member of the Regime.
KYROS }} Honeystorm
He lives a life of expectations, with a name meaning leader, and his father being Commander Sean, how can he not? At least, that's how he's always felt. Pressure. To live up to his name, to be a good sibling and son, to choose a profession and excel at it. Without careful observation, you won't be able to see the weariness that drags at his pelt, trying to live up to the the highest expectations set before him, to make everyone proud. And he doesn't want you to. All you should see is the 'Golden boy', the 'perfect son', the 'handsome' and 'charming' tom. To see anything else is unacceptable. So he hides the weariness, the worry, the weight upon his shoulders and instead carries on, being the leader he's expected to be. Charming, kind, intelligent, quick thinking, neither hostile nor pacifistic. Protective of friends and family, but not overly so, and careful to keep from being arrogant or narcissistic. Sounds perfect, doesn't it? Well, that's how it's supposed to sound. But it's too good to be true, as we very well know. He has a fatal flaw, and it's his strive to meet such expectations. He's so worried to disappoint, that he'll do anything to keep the image alive. So what if he has some blood on his paws? Who's going to expose him? Dead men tell no tales.His dark gilded pelt is always clean, mussed to just the right amount, the white lightning marks at the corner of his face that make it appear to be cracking are pristine, ready to catch the light at always just the right angle. Blue eyes the color of the sky that are oh so easy to get lost in, and when the sun sets they seem to miraculously change to an exotic gilded green that one would die for. Body that strikes the perfect point between lithe and muscular, tall like his father (though more unfortunate than anything for him, living in the tunnels and all).
MARS }} FadedEcho
Like his mother before him, there was not much hope for Mars when he was born. There were complications during his birth and his sickly mother had trouble bringing him into the world. When he was born everyone was so relieved. He's the youngest of a litter of four that includes Apollo, Diana, and Venus. Their relief soon changed to worry when Jasmine noticed something strange about her youngest son. His hind legs were weak and he was almost completely unable to use them. He seemed content to drag them around behind him for the most part. Most feared that he would be a cripple for his entire life, bound to the duties of a guider since there would be nothing else he could do. Mars had different plans though. He has always looked up to his father Slawn and he vowed to become a mercenary just like him. Most told him to give up and accept his destiny, but he was stubborn. He knew he could be a mercenary if he could just make his legs stronger. Then when he told his mother of his dreams, she devised a plan to work with his weak legs instead of telling him to give up like most had. He watched his siblings be promoted without him, but that was fine because slowly but surely he was getting stronger.He worked hard every day, trying his best to use his legs for as long as he could. The first time he was able to make it to post alpha where his father was will be a day he'll remember for the rest of his life. He was shaky and unsteady by the time he got there and he fell soon after he reached him, but he'd made it. From that day on nothing held him back. He continued to grow stronger and finally he was promoted and allowed to train as a mercenary cadet and finally a mercenary. He knows he never would have made it this far without Jasmine, his gentle mother that was there for him every step of the way and Slawn, the father he so loved. He knows not to take life for granted and lives each day to its fullest. He'll never take those close to him for granted and he'll never forget how far he's come to be who he is today, a proud and strong mercenary who makes defending others his top priority. For a while Mars left Renegade Regime after the death of his mate Raven. No one is sure what he did or where he went while he was gone, but his heart did lead him back to the tunnels once more.
NOCEUR }} Honeystorm
He was always known as a party animal. From tyke on, he wanted excitement and revelry, always drunk on the buzzing atmosphere and wild nights that parties brought. At all hours of the day or night, he could be found in a state of celebration, even over the most mundane aspects of life, such as seeing a beetle or it being minutes past dusk. The young tom was always awake and ready to have fun, but what most didn't notice, or chalked up to kit-like energy and stubbornness, were the sleepless nights the tom suffered through. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but that he couldn't, and the sleep deprivation left him on edge, riding on the adrenaline rush of his antics but losing touch with reality as the days dragged on, though ultimately he was able to find real rest within a week, and the cycle reset. The hallucinations started gradually, at first just flickers of shadows, tricks of the light that rarely appeared and were easily remedied when sleep came. And then San died. His mother, killed by Kotori, for what? A twisted ideal that ultimately backfired. Since then, the nightmares have driven him to avoid sleep. The waking up in a cold sweat, screaming, his mother's body and her killer in front of him. There was only so much a tyke could take, and the insomnia became a blessing, the price well worth the alternative. Going days without sleep at a time, he's still a reveler, his parties heightened and dangerous, bloody and adrenaline inducing. Always on the edge, he is volatile and violent, always about to snap, losing his mind behind the cheerful mask and celebrations. Soon, the hallucinations returned, in full force, except this time, they were of his mother.At first, it was just her, as if she were live again. But it wasn't long before the visions started to degrade, turning more twisted and violent as time went on.This, combined with the already present insomnia, has made him a dangerous, erratic creature, one who should be watched at every opportunity. When the desire to sleep is particularly strong he's at his worst, sparking the most violent and crazy parties in an effort to stay awake. But how long can it last before he snaps entirely? His paws are silky black with winding lines like tendrils of shadow creeping up his legs and fading into medium length gray toned fur, wisps of black smoke creating intricate patterns along his tail. His mismatched eyes of deep copper and blind amethyst are thickly outlined in black, the color bleeding down and fading to a soft auburn like tears on his cheeks. Behind his father's city accent is a monster, and it's questionable if the boy who once resided there still remains. Son of Mercenary Slite and former Chaman San. Brother to Alastor, Gardenia, Umbry, Soigne, Xuxa, Inteus, Vespera, Alabaster, Magena, and Draconis of the Regime, and Flyingcolors, Soaringdawn, and Whisperingraven of DayClan.
REISI }} FadedEcho
He was named for a father he never had the chance to meet, but he knows there is nobility in his blood. His mother used to be Raiser Superior and his father was Commander Reisi and so it is only natural for great things to be expected of him. He could care less for the achievements of his family though. What's important are his own accomplishments. He is highly independent and prides himself on being able to do things on his own and will often refuse help even if he actually needs it. This has gotten him into trouble more than once, but his pride keeps him from admitting that he was wrong and so he pushes forward, doing his best to make a name for himself one step at a time.
SERENITY }} FadedEcho
A blinding light of a cat with snow white fur, cut through with ribbons of shimmering gray-brown down his sides and freckling across his cheeks. Four perfectly ebony paws complete his visage, with a gaze of sharp harlequin green. His voice is the murmur of a midnight stream. No one ever said life was simple and this is certainly true for Serenity. This young tom's life has been confusing right from the start. Born to Shule and Sean, he is the son of a former commander and the cousin of Commander Mars. His life should have been simple. Grow up in the Regime, become a cadet and then a soldier after that. It seems that fate had other ideas for this young tom however. When he was still very young, Shule vanished without a trace. His father Sean then made the decision to give him and his littermates away which ended with them being given to Glowstar of DayClan by Foxstar. He was raised believing that Glowstar was his real mother. Then one day Shule made her way back to the Regime and discovered that her tykes had been given away. She came to DayClan hoping to bring them home. Serenity was one of the ones that decided to return to the Regime. He does not know if he will stay here yet. He just knows that he cannot stay in DayClan without learning of his origins. This young tom is very confused and has no idea where he truly belongs. He hopes that through training with the Regime, he may finally learn what family means to him and where his heart truly belongs.
SLITE }} Honeystorm
Thick city accent, handsome gray pelt that's neither messy nor extremely tidy, deep copper eyes that appear to hold compassion and sympathy. The tom, formerly mated to Commander Brighton before she and their kits disappeared, is quite hard to miss. Always lending a helping hand to those in need, willing to listen to other's problems and offer advice, it's almost too good to be true. In fact, it /is/ to good to be true, but the Regime doesn't really know that. Cruel, manipulative, and sadistic, he's not above murder, nor blackmail to get what he wants, and has used both tactics plenty of times in the past. So watch out next time you decide to interact with him, do not be fooled by the charming smile and false promises because it's sure to come back to haunt you.
SCOUTS
The Hunters of the Regime
DARIA }} ian
A pale lady who has some darker dilute calico notes on her face and large oceanic eyes. Her furs are longer, and she has some resemblance to a marshmallow, but it's pretty clear she'd probably knock you out if you said that to her. Daria is the kind of feline that doesn't hold back, which means she has very little filter. Loud and often sarcastic, it isn't a surprise that other cats tend to love her or hate her. There's not a whole lot of tolerating her; you're either in or out, no where in between.
DIANA }} FadedEcho
Named for the goddess of the hunt, Diana was born to Veteran Slawn and Guider Jasmine back in the days of their youth. While her memories of her kithood are pleasant, she also remembers how terribly ill her mother was most of the time. She nearly died giving birth to Diana and her siblings, but she managed to survive and put everything she had into raising Diana and her littermates. She and her siblings all chose different paths in the Regime. Mars chose the path of a Mercenary. Apollo chose the path of a Guider. Venus chose the path of a Raiser, and Diana chose the path of a scout. Even though their paths led them in separate directions, they were all held together by the loving parents that had raised them. Diana isn't the most patient of cats and she has a tendency to be a bit hotheaded. Her temper has gotten her in trouble more than once in her life, but her stubborn pride keeps her from admitting it when she's wrong more often than not. She has a strong sense of duty and prefers to spend most of her time hunting, but due to her more solitary nature she often finds herself hunting alone. She doesn't mind really. If she wants company, she can visit her father or one of her siblings. This solitary huntress is loyal to the Regime alone and while her life might be a simple one, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
HURRICANE }} Cleaver:D
In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet for just a moment. A moment to look back and reflect and see all that has happened, the moments of silence in the heart of the storm, the mistakes that were made and the choices picked from isolation. To see everything with a calm inner eye and ignore the swirling of violent winds surrounding is a trait expressed in few, a neutral rationality between two conflicting wholes. A tom with a myriad of colors in his fur ranging from ashen blacks to cinder grey, hints of wooden brown around his jaws, a fluffy collar of fog, his storming coat surrounds a core of strength. His golden eyes are the heart of it all, molten and yet unchanging, a mirror of his soul and a way through the calamity. A body hewn from nature, stone and wood tempered his pelt, the fires swept it away. He was born to the family of legacy, the one born of infamy as well as fame, for their actions are contradictory and agree as much as they do not. Bold warriors, swift hunters, the youth with the wisdom of the old, and each with the same handsome form. His line in particular is the group of the time-oriented defects, the obsessions with counting, numbers, and the passage of time; and he inhibits this through his obsession withe odds. A clever mind, he's always calculating what the odds are for each situation, locating escape routes, weighing an attack against witty words. The wisest option is the one with the highest odds, the lowest risk, and it is the one he follows; he values his own mind over the advice of others, as it has never betrayed him or given him ill advice. If something goes wrong, it's because the odds went the wrong way from him, as they eventually do for everyone. Often peace wins out overwar, and he sheathes his claws and bows his head in respect, proceeds with caution and a smile instead of bloodshed.To call him a coward is a dangerous move, as he is anything else and will prove himself with tooth and claw; provoking him is one of the few ways to urge him to go against a calculated response, though he prefers to think it difficult to get a rise from him through this measure. Hurricane is not truly named; he is the moment in the eye of the hurricane, the calm and the calculating, the center of the destructive force. He is the one that will be consigned to oblivion, disappear from the history books as a benevolent and thoughtful peacemaker.
LAUREL }} simplylight
There are so many ways to label a cat's personality, but what if she can never decide on who she wants to be and what kind of personality she wants to have? Laurel is that cat who is a mix of everything. She's made up of many personalities, from joking to stern to completely relaxed. Laurel has a hard time honing in on exactly how to react to certain situations and can sometimes respond in a way that would be frowned upon by others. She is quick to apologize but it's always gawky and awkward. Despite that, she's a respectable cat and well liked among her groupmates. Not to mention with her chocolaty fur and baby blue eyes, she is quite lovely. Added onto that is a bit of a cute factor with a folded over ear and rose-gold/brown swirl streaking through the left half of her body. Being the daughter of Sean and Abiliana with many other respectable siblings, Laurel feels a lot of pressure to be someone admirable but she only sees herself as awkward.
LUX }} Honeystorm
Lux is probably the biggest priss of a cat that has ever walked the earth. She hates dirt, she's afraid of blood, and she can't stand up for herself to save her own life. She doesn't like to be caught in the middle of drama, though that's very contradictory, because she herself is a drama queen. She can be very persuasive and charming, which helps with her obsession of being in everybody's business. She loves to be a part of everyone's life. She's a social butterfly, but the cat she is closest to is her sister. She tells Lake, her tougher and more reserved identical twin sister, everything that she hears simply due to the fact that she can't keep her mouth shut. She's horrible at telling lies, but that's mainly because of her huge conscience.
MILLENNIUM }} Honeystorm
Born to Timerous and Deal, two cats who harbor an obsession with timing, it was only natural for her to follow in their pawsteps. As such, her moves are always perfectly timed and graceful, and she harbors a strong belief that things happen exactly when they're supposed to. Because of this timing trait she's gained, Millennium is skilled at hunting, just like her mother, having been taught how to time her kills so that they're always efficient and clean, and the prey doesn't seem to know what hit them. It's not often that she has a set schedule to adhere to, but when she does, she will become annoyed if she gets even a heartbeat off, for any reason, despite her roll-with-the-punches attitude. With a dark ginger and white pelt, harboring a singular black forepaw on her right side, Millennium is completely identical to her twin Century, right down to their matching forest green eyes, tone of voice, and even their occupation. This often causes confusion among the Regime, and more often than not, she's either mistakenly called by her sibling's name, or is asked which of the two she is. Not that she minds, actually finding it quite amusing and enjoying confusing others as to which sibling she is, which she doesn't find all to difficult as she's very close to Century, knowing her overall attitude and quirks to be able to replicate them well.Naturally charming and friendly, she's rather easy to make friends with, not the type to have ulterior motives for things, and doesn't really bother to get into arguments or rivalries, having a live and let live philosophy on life. All she wants is to make the most of her life and have fun, even in bad situations, having a love for exploring, harmless pranks, and a natural heart-breaker, Millennium hates being dragged into conflicts, and isn't the best cat to be getting your advice from.Because she seems to lack the capacity to be serious, she's often in trouble for it, not really paying attention or caring how her actions might affect others. While she might not be good at taking responsibility for things, her overwhelming positive outlook is quite useful at cheering others up in dark times. Millennium's far from perfect, but if you need someone to make you smile, she's definitely the one for the job.
TIMEROUS }} Honeystorm
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. In every day, there are hours, in every hour, minutes, and so forth, down to nanoseconds. To her, it's more than a curse, more than a compulsion or obsessive disorder, it's a way of life, that's how it's always been. And there's always a perfect time. The perfect time to strike, to speak, to act. Timerous knows exactly when each of these are. She has to, otherwise she'd go insane. Or perhaps she's already crazy. Who knows? Due to her obsession with time, as she was 'cursed' with at her birth, thanks to being born to Blakelystar when she was still a medicine cat of WaterClan, she excels in both hunting and battle, always striking at the right time. Among her skills unrelated to time, she's taken much from her time in various places, including spending time in Toxicity, WaterClan and Primal Instinct, before finally settling in Renegade Regime where her mother now resides. These skills include, knowledge of the culture and territory where she's formerly lived, knowledge of deadly herbs, and naturally, the ability to fish and swim. Each of these even has their own place, and more importantly, time, to be used, and she will use them as she sees fit. A delicate looking she-cat, with a scarlet husky patterned pelt and white undercoat, she's pretty, with deep cerulean eyes that are usually vibrant. She's bright, fairly good natured, and still maintains some form of kit-like curiosity, no matter where she lives. Make no mistake though, she's proven time and time again that she's not one to be overlooked, despite her smaller stature and innocent looks. Especially so, if you mess with her time. Make her even a heartbeat off, and you're going to face her wrath. Timerous also has a few littermates, including Madoka, Celestia, Haven, and Beck, though some live in WaterClan, under different, warrior names.
RAISERS
The Caretakers of the Regime
ARTHUR }} ian
A hairless old man who was formerly a kittypet, a fact easily noted by the fact that he wears a sweater that... wasn't found in the wild. It's a dirty old thing, but he has a sentimental attachment to it. Arthur is a crotchety old man, one who has a particularly strong distaste for the cold. Arthur is a methodical old grump, one who has to do things just the right way or he... well, let's just say he grows even less fun to deal with. Before he became old and his joints started to hurt, he used to have a soft spot for kids. However, time has hardened him, and he's no longer as... adept at tolerating the younger generation. Of course, this is ironic, due to his position, but being a grumpy old raiser means that for the most part, he's left to his own devices, further solidifying his solitary nature.
JASMINE }} FadedEcho
She is a smaller copy of her father Mars with the same black fur, green eyes and white patch on her chest, but she is named after her grandmother who died many many moons before her birth. While this was perhaps done to honor her grandmother, there is no mistaking the similarities between the two she cats. Jasmine's temperament is very much like that of her late grandmother. She has the same gentleness in everything she does and that same smile. Jasmine is a very gentle soul with a kind heart. This is not always a good thing though. She tries to see the best in everyone even if it means she's the one that gets hurt in the end, but no matter how many times she gets hurt, she remains the same. She's inherited her family's stubborn pride as well which means she can be quite difficult to convince once her minds made up. The one thing she does not share with her late grandmother would be the illness that cut her life tragically short. She is as healthy as can be and has decided to spend her life as a raiser, caring for the young tykes of the Regime and helping them find their own paths in the Regime.
MIRACLE }} Honeystorm
A miracle. Once upon a time not so long ago, she would've responded to any mention of her name with a look that could kill. Born into the League, Miracle harbored a strong hatred for her birthplace, the likes of which made her an angry and unreasonable cat to deal with. Killers surrounded her, fueling her rage with stories of their conquests, of the lives they'd taken and the families they'd ruined.Even as young as she was, the she-cat couldn't miss a word of what the amoral hunters said, and slowly, but surely, the she-cat changed, especially after being forced back by Roxanne for visited her grandfather in the Regime and desiring to stay, rather than return to the place she disliked so much. Once a rather kind cat, who wanted nothing more than to help others, she slowly began to turn into the cats she despised. Eventually, she could stand it no longer, slipping into the endless abyss. She spoke of this to her mother, leaving not soon after her sister, fleeing to the Regime and her grandfather, Sean, then Commander. Welcomed with open arms by her family, she chose to be a Raiser Cadet, rather than a Mercenary, or a Scout, that might've been more suited to her skills at the time. She didn't want to fight anymore, and wanted to avoid the League at all costs, hence her choice. It had been a hard few moons, adjusting to the Regime's way and learning more of the group, on top of her studies, and the mistrust of the Regime weighing on her shoulders, as much as she tried to prove her loyalty to her new home. As the next two moons passed, she was made Raiser Superior, though she felt as though she hardly deserved the position, and worked harder, just to prove she was worthy of such an honor. The more time passed, the less the angry side of her influenced her, she became comfortable, despite the mistrust she knew cats still held for her. As her personality changed, finally showing the caring cat who once was, her skills took great leaps and bounds, and she finally felt that she belonged, whatever some cats thought of her and her heritage. With honeyed eyes, kind, yet firm, she can still be sharp of tongue, but her hatred no longer rules her, and she strives to be the best she can be, to give back the the group that took her in when she needed a shoulder to lean on.
MOMI }} simplylight
She's the smallest in the litter, but the one with the biggest heart. Her size and big, round misty blue eyes are what make her one of the cutest cats in the Regime. Momi is the daughter of Puanani and Kaimana and her siblings are Ikaika, Kaipo, Koa, and Kaleu. Her fur is shimmery white with dark brown tabby patches and her nose, insides of her ears, and pads are all a pearly pink which earned her the name Momi. It means pearl and is the perfect example of this adorable feline. She is the picture of innocence and fun and knows how to brighten up a room, which is why her heart belongs with the raiser's way of life.
SOIGNE }} Cleaver:D
Why couldn't she had been born pretty? Was that so much to ask? Her mother had beautiful eyes; a lavender so gentle and sweet they warmed the soul, so dangerous and soft they could slay without a single word, deep and peaceful in laughter and turbulent in excitement. Oh, Soigne fantasizes about those eyes, she sees them in her dreams, she imagines them every moment she closes her eyes. They called it a birth defect, but it was a misnomer, they were a gift from the Blind Protector and she has never craved anything more. Instead, Soigne inherited honey-amber eyes flecked with pale gold like fairy lights. She hates them with a violent passion. Her fur is long and velvety, a pale russian blue, with sharp scores of black crisscrossing her legs and widening up near her white chest like a corset. When her mother perished, her eyes died along with her, like a puncture wound to her chest that left her gasping. She went into shock as she witnessed the murder, unable to conceive any capable of such cruelty as to rob her of those gorgeous perfect eyes in her life. The older she grew the more upset she became, the more upset, and finally it built to too much. The eve of her promotion she tore out her own eyes in a fit of rage, and learned to walk blind. But it did not help, so she found twoleg gems and began to wear them instead, twinkling in the empty sockets; but they were never enough, and one night she stole into the cemetery and took her mother's eyes for herself. Finally she was satisfied, but they rot and decay, and soon the dying flesh on her face will be gone entirely.
VENUS }} FadedEcho
Named after the Roman goddess of love, and for good reason. Love and care are Venus's specialties; always there to help a cat in need, and always the voice of reason in conflict. Despite acting very humble and unassuming towards those above her, she still manages to carry an air of superiority around with her through the tunnels, and while she'd never admit it, she does have a bit of an ego. For quite a long time, the cats of the Regime were sure she would take the path of a Guider, so it came as a surprise to many that she became a Raiser instead. But it's a good match, as tykes seem to naturally flock to her, and she loves spending time with them. She is also very close with her three siblings, Apollo, Diana, and Mars. Though she gets her personality from her father Slawn, Venus looks almost identical to her mother Jasmine; a beautiful patched black and white pelt, with stunning light green eyes. But what sets her apart is an unusual black heart-shaped patch on her white chest, almost as a testament to her loving nature.
WHISPYFEATHER }} Faith
Flying without feathers is not an easy task; that is just what Whispyfeather has to endure. Her wings have no feathers, even transparent. Though others can't see them, they're there, ready to take her away. She is one of the many beautiful daughters of Copperthroat, and Amityaffliction. She takes pattern from her mother, having different descending grey colored stripes. There is only one thing that seems to hold her down, and that would be her self-consciousness considering her huge size. She has long legs that stretch tall, towering above many cats, and a narrow muzzle shaping her features. These are the aspects she earned from her father, another detail that makes him obviously his. She bears scars along her legs from her anxious apprentice moons where she spent cutting herself. She was born in a litter belonging to two lovers who had broken dreams, with Amitymemory, Balancepounce, Bellowbelly and Wheatwander. She wears a peach striped feather symbolizing happiness and a black, brown, white, and auburn feather symbolizing honor behind her ear with wheat from DayClan woven around her paw.
GUIDERS
The Healers of the Regime
ALMAST }} FadedEcho
Almast is a very small white she cat with one tan paw and light blue eyes. When Almast was younger, she could be described as having a very stuck up attitude. She was whiny and very particular about keeping her pelt clean. Many cats disliked being around her and avoided her altogether. As she has gotten older and matured, Almast has calmed down a bit. Her friends have helped to show her that she is happier being kind to others. Even so, she still holds onto several of her old mannerisms such as keeping her pelt as clean as possible. She also still has a tendency to complain when things don't go her way and at times she still comes off as rude. Most of the time she doesn't necessarily mean to come off as mean or unreasonable. If someone simply takes the time to get to know her, they will find that behind her rough outer exterior, her spirit shines as beautifully as the stone she is named after.
ANGUIS }} simplylight
Troubled. His mind races and heart whirs with anxieties and troubles. It doesn't help that something is being hidden from him every day that he grows older. His mother, Evermore, is a mercenary in the Regime but he and his other siblings, Aleron, Axenus, and Averie don't know that. She left them at the entrance of the tunnels when they were tykes and covered up their scent so no one would know. His father is from Absum Lux, but even he doesn't know about the children. Anguis, being parentless in a group made up of families, is obviously troubled for good reason. Unlike his shaggy fur, things are not always black and white. But, his emotions reflected the pale blueness of his eyes clearly. Those eyes match his mother's so well.
APOLLO }} Honeystorm
Inquisitive eyes, pale green, soft, kind, sparkling with happiness and knowledge. Mostly white fur patched with the occasional ebony, paws stained the same shade as the herbs that surround him each day. This tom is small, easily overlooked due to his size, indistinguishable from the average cadet in appearance. Depending on whom he's dealing with his personality seems to change. With tykes, he's curious and playful, to Cadets, soft spoken and kind, and those who're fully grown know his wisdom and determination. Focused to a fault, he'll lose himself in his work, staying up until all hours of the night, blind to the happenings outside the Garden, even those involving his own family. He's not a workaholic however, like his aunt is, he merely loves his job, and will gladly join in conversation or make plans with others when he can. The son of Slawn and Jasmine, he has three siblings, Venus, Diana, and Mars, and tries to visit them often. While he may be the smallest of his siblings, despite being the oldest, he is by no means underwhelming.
CERISE }} FadedEcho
Cerise is the daughter of Guider Almast and Mercenary Reisi. She is small like her mother, but has her father's grey pelt. She speaks her mind more often than not which has led to her getting in trouble more often than not. She has a bit of a superiority complex and isn't afraid to show it. She definitely isn't the most popular cat in the Regime, but she is loyal. She would never leave a fellow soldier behind, no matter who that might be.
ELLISON }} FadedEcho
Long and lanky Russian blue tom with bright green eyes. He is the son of the murdered Commander Reisi and brother to Edith, Elsie, Evie, and Everly. He's a bit of a daydreamer and has trouble focusing on his work at times. While he doesn't always have the best work ethic, he is good at what he does. He is patient and rarely gets mad even when dealing with the most difficult of patients. While he can be a bit quiet at times, he is very observant. He doesn't miss much of what happens in the Garden even if he rarely mentions what he does see.
Emiko }} Honeystorm
Emiko is a cream colored bengal, barely off white with sandy beige stripes and the most innocent baby blues you've ever seen. She is kitten size, tiny and cute, smaller than even her father, and she never did get any bigger, clearly the runt of the litter. Kotori was afraid that Vera E’tani would kill her because she killed the runts of every litter. Cyra was Vera’s daughter, but Kotori became afraid that because Emiko had his blood the Nemesis wouldn’t accept her so he left her in the care of the Regime while she was a tyke in order to determine his daughter's safety. He named her Emiko because every time Kotori thought of her he’d picture them smiling together someday. Emiko was raised by Sean and Shule, her grandparents, in a loving environment where she became a guider cadet and learned how to heal. Emiko knows the truth that her father was a murderer and had a falling out once she learned that he had been lying and never told her the truth during his secret visits with her as a cadet. She’s very close to her siblings, but out of fear is distant from Kotori. For the daughter of a League Warden and a serial killer, one couldn't have found a nicer cat. Despite the looks, the whispers, the small feline never gave them anything substantial to hold onto, perfectly polite, empathetic, and cheery, always wearing a chipper sort of smile across her child-like features. Her laughter lights up the tunnels, and her wisdom shows itself in her forever calm and optimistic approach to medicine, able to assuage the fears of even the most worrisome mother or stoic Mercenary. Shule and Sean raised her well, and it shows in everything she does.
GABRIEL }} simplylight
He comes from a strong lineage of intelligence and strength. The pressure of being a past commander’s grandson honestly had died away with his father, though there is still a bit of it there. Gabriel is the son of Almast and Reisi. His grandfather was deceased Commander Reisi, grandmother former Raiser Superior Astrid, and he has several respectable aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. His family is very well known throughout RR and the clans. Fortunately, there are not many negative feelings towards the line of leaders. Through all the cats in his family, Gabriel is a good mix between his grandfather Reisi and Astrid. He has the intelligence of both and a gentle heart. Appearance-wise, he is almost a carbon copy of his mother with snowy white fur and baby blue eyes. However, he adopted his uncle Ren’s lanky body and Reisi’s long coat. He is quite a sight for sore eyes, honestly.
HOURGLASS }} Honeystorm
Son of Deal & Timerous. A feminine looking white tom with calico point markings on his face. His siblings are Sundial, Century, and Millennium. He usually keeps to himself, but loves his family dearly. He enjoys helping others, and, much like his father, has a peculiar obsession with time.
PIKE }} simplylight
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid.” - Albert Einstein
Pike’s adventurous nature comes straight from her mother, but quiet soul from her father. She is the daughter of Lani and Milo, and a sibling to Alec, Luna, and Koda. With a sand-tabby coat with big white patches, Pike is a perfect mix of her parents. The only difference is the sky blue eyes and a shocking pink nose. She is also smaller than the average cat. Soft-spoken and kind, she is definitely someone you would like to have by your side. Because of this, it’s not common to see Pike alone. Even though she is relatively introverted, others seem to gravitate towards her
VALERIAN }} uniqcrim
A fluffy black tom with watchful eyes. Valerian was born to Commander Reisi and Raiser Astrid and mostly takes after his mother. He is a calm and gentle soul that few could rival. Everyone was surprised by the irony of his gentleness growing up, expecting him to be a strong and proud mercenary or scout and to be more confident and strong like his father but he decided very early that was not the right path for him. There were some pressures from the Regime surrounding him to following in his father's footsteps but with some thought and gentle encouragement from his mother he knew that his decision was right and this continues to ring true the longer he is a guider. His siblings are Reisi, Irena, and Aela and his half siblings are Elsie, Ellison, Elviue, Edith, and Everly.
MERCENARY CADETS
Defenders of the Regime in training
CADET AVELINE }} uniqcrim
Daughter of Guider Almast and Mercenery Reisi and Granddaughter of the late Commander Reisi and Raiser Astrid. Aveline is a beautiful blue she-cat with sharp features and blue green eyes. She may be rather small in size, but she is sharp and quick and will not hesitate to put down those who threaten her or the regime. Aveline has a tendency to become bored rather easily and she doesn't understand the point of living if you aren't having a little fun along the way. She is a bit sadistic and loves to play games with others. Games of blood, revenge, or even just games of fear or breaking someone's heart. She is very good at hiding her true nature, however, so to many other's she seems kind and friendly and helpful, but behind the scenes she wants nothing more than to ruin you one whisker at a time.
CADET ICARUS }} simplylight
Tall and covered in Russian blue fur, it is plain to see which family this silvery tom belongs to. His eyes are bright green like two shining emeralds and legs long like his Uncle Ren. Icarus is overly head-strong and tends to do his own thing instead of listening. He is always searching for puzzles and adventures to stretch his mind and body. Many of his family members have told him that his personality mimics his grandfather, former commander Reisi. This fact gets in his head and sometimes makes him a bit too bold and reckless. It's almost like he believes he is invincible, which stresses his mother, Raiser Superior Lark, to no end. Icarus has the body of a scout, but he knows that his uncle became a mercenary with the same build so that is what he desires. With his ambition and confidence, the wish is achievable, but it may annoy some others in the process. He's way too confident for his own paws. Icarus is welcoming and friendly like his grandfather, but he tends to think of himself before others. This causes a lot of tension in his friendships at times.
CADET OPAL}} FadedEcho
She comes from one of the most respected families in the Regime. Her father is the Commander and her aunt is the chaman. From the moment she was born, she has known nothing but the love of her family. Opal hasn't exactly had a hard life up to this point. She has her mother to care for her, her father to watch over her, and the entire Regime looking out for her. It is hard to tell where this young cat's life will take her, but at the moment she is happy and she wouldn't want her life any other way.
CADET ROSE }} simplylight
Favoring her Aunt Venus, Rose is a beautiful long-haired black she-cat with leafy green eyes. Sneaking in and out of her fur are subtle shades of russet, earning her name. Rose is the daughter of Commander Mars and Raiser Momi and sibling to Opal, Zion, Shae, Coriander, Jasmine, and Basil, so she was well loved from the start. Her loving parents and many family members brought out the best of personalities in the young she-cat. She is caring, cunning, and quick to leap to someone's aid. Like every rose, she has a prickly side, but it only scratches those who threaten her group or family. More to come on her as she develops.
SCOUT CADETS
Hunters of the Regime in training
HEAD CADET PRIMUS }} gidgetjoy
Primus. Prime. The first. The best. The eldest son from a prominent family line, from the very beginning Primus was aware of the expectations placed on him. As the nephew of Commander Mars, his mother Diana was tough on him and his brothers; being emotionally distant and holding them under strict rules in the hopes of making them into loyal, obedient soldiers for the Regime. This caused a lot of strife between Diana and Primus’ father Hurricane, who wanted his sons to have a more relaxed and fun tykehood. Primus tried to ease the pain of his parents’ conflict as best he could; pouring himself into his training as a Scout in an attempt to please them by following in their pawsteps, eventually growing to become an incredibly talented hunter to the point of surpassing them. However, in his obsession to gain his parents’ attention, his self-esteem is secretly at an abysmal low. The young tom hides this through an outwardly self-confident and cocky attitude; constantly bragging about his own skill and making himself the center of attention everywhere he goes. Only his three brothers; Quartus, Septimus, and Decimus, know the truth and are some of the few cats that he can really open up to. Appearance wise he is a blend of his parents: a pitch-black pelt and slender build like his mother, but with the long, fluffy fur and striking golden eyes of his father. Despite what they put him through, Primus could never find it in his heart to hate either one of his parents but hopes that when the time comes to raise tykes of his own, he will be a better parent than they ever were.
CADET BUMBLE }} Jetclaw
Bumble is a golden and black tabby cat with blue eyes. They are well known to move quietly around, making them a great scout. Although this silence stems from their muteness, Bumble is unable to speak. An accident causing them to lose the ability forever. Though it's not bad, forced silence has allowed Bumble to be a great listener, and be hyper aware of the sounds around them. They pride themselves on their silent movements and their heightened observations, using a mixture of body language and the few sounds they are able to produce to communicate.
CADET ORION }} spiderheart
Covered in silver and grey fur laced with pale tabby stripes Orion is a good looking tom, his muscles are lean and his green eyes hold thoughts that no cat can quite reach. Orion is a quiet tom, he does not speak often preferring to prove himself by what he can do not say, what use are empty words with no actions to back them up. He is dedicated to his family and life only ever having issues with his brother Ares, he finds the tom to be quite bothersome and much to headstrong and impulsive for his own good. Orion knows where his skills are and that is with hunting, he has plans to become one of the best Scouts the Regime has ever seen. His composed nature often makes him hard to get a read on and he is perfectly okay with that, he prefers to remain a mystery to those around him as it makes it easier for him to determine who he wishes to associate with and how deeply. He is careful to take his time and thoroughly think before making decisions no matter the importance, he refuses to Orion is not a fan of those who are overly loud and nosy, his business is his own and he will share only what he wants and only when he wants to. He spends most of his time with his youngest sister Isis, she is to him the most caring of their littermates and she seems to best understand him, Orion cherishes the bond he has with her.
CADET RENA }} FadedEcho
Rena is a medium brown tabby she cat with silvery blue eyes. She tends to be a bit on the bossy side but she genuinely cares about the people around her. She likes to take care of the other tykes and try to keep them out of trouble to the best of her ability even if this has gotten her in trouble more than once.
CADET RYDER }} FadedEcho
He is a rather laid back young tom and doesn't seem to have a care in the world. He is being raised by Symmetry after his mother died giving birth to him and his littermates. Up to this point, his life has been pretty normal. His tyke days were normal and he is an average cadet. Sometimes he can't help but to want more from his life though.
*CADET ZION}} FAITH
His eyes are a bolt of green lightning with a coat as white as diamonds. He’s the kind of guy you can sit back and admire the beauty of like an eye catching piece of art. He has a grey splotch at the side of his muzzle like an ugly stain on an otherwise beautiful portrait. Zion wears black charcoal markings around the rims of his eyes to make them appear as bright as starlight. He uses a white paste to attempt to conceal the grey marking across his muzzle. Devious intention dances like fire in his eyes and spreads smooth across his remarkable white toothed smile making any girl melt. He’s daddies little prince without a crown often speaking of what it will be like when he’s commander as if he’s entitled to the throne. He’s a hot head with a sore lip. He conceals his anger with a charming curve of his lip biting back ever foul bitter thing he wants to unleash out from his mouth like a trapped dark spirit. He’s the no apologies, regret nothing kind of a guy.
Raiser Cadets
Caretakers of the Regime in training
HEAD CADET LUCIA}} uniqcrim
Born in a litter of 14 kits with their parentage split between two fathers, Lucia is the warm and motherly type. She works so hard to keep everyone safe, healthy, and happy, but will throw her temper when necessary. She always felt a bit overshadowed by having so many siblings but after time learned not to let it bother her. In a way, she realized she has the advantage of anonymity to do what she pleases with her life. Her mother is Raiser Venus, her father Mercenary Fjord. She has a rich lineage and is related to many past commanders of the regime.
CADET LAELA }} GidgetGal
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? Though she has many siblings, she is closest to her brother Liam, who also has the autoimmune disease, and constantly searches for a cure for both of them. He has vowed to protect her, and to this day he has never fallen short on that promise. She constantly encourages him and cheers him on through his hardships, always trying to help him in his quest in any way that she can. But more than anything, she reminds him and the rest of their family to find hope in the smallest of things in life, and that every new morning is worth living.
CADET LISBET }} Honeystorm
Behind knowledgeable green eyes and a cute black and white frame with childishly puffy cheeks lies a cat both perfect and imperfect. She is the cat in the know, with every bit of gossip, every answer you could ever want. She is usually blunt, more often then not, honest, and she is the perfect soldier, much like her great aunt Shule, a cat who would never deny an order given to her. At the same time, she is a cat who despises conflict after becoming the de facto mediator of her siblings, trying in vain to settle the disputes they create. Easily irritated by others and their ineptitude, she keeps to herself most often, internally picking out each and every one of their mistakes and judging them for it, though she'd never tell you that to your face. At the same time, however, she does the same to herself, expecting perfection in each and every little thing, often leading to impulsive apologies for things not necessarily her fault. This has also made her an incredibly sensitive cat, one who can't stand for her flaws to be picked apart by the imperfect creatures around her, and, contrary to her usual disposition, she may even start to spread some rumors about those who really go after her shortcomings, the half-truths being lost among her usual honest comments. Humble on her face, but anything but beneath the surface, she is a cat who could stand to be taken down a peg, to realize that everyone is human, with strengths and faults, and that is bad to only focus on the negative. Daughter of Fjord and Venus
CADET ISIS }} FadedEcho
Nurturing, intelligent, and responsible. Isis is the youngest of her siblings, but often finds herself in the mothering role. She usually ends up as the mediator between Athena and Ares and does her best to help settle their arguments. Isis has always had an interest in the healing arts and while she doesn't quite know what she wants to be, she knows her destiny will lead her to become someone that helps her fellow soldiers rather than defending them.
GUIDER CADETS
Healers of the Regime in Training
HEAD CADET REKA}} uniqcrim
Reka is a Dark Brown tabby with silver blue eyes and a friendly disposition. She is overwhelmingly average and likes being that way. She was never good at hunting or fighting and had no interest in those things, she was never the first to catch on and was always more distracted by a passing cloud or the scents of whatever was nearby. Due to all this, it was only natural that the next path she chose was as a Guider, she would never be interested enough in tykes to be a raiser and preferred the momentary focus and mostly solitary life of a guider. Of course, she doesn't have to be on her own but typically this is the path she chooses to work alone and be alone except when required otherwise. She was found by Viviana taking shelter with her littermates from the harsh leaf-bare. Their mother had become lost and disappeared into the night, leaving her brood defenseless and freezing until the Regime took them in.
CADET ATTICUS }} GidgetGal
A family isn't limited to just blood, but the bonds shared between those who care about each other. The son of Snowprince and Whispyfeather, it is obvious that Atticus wasn't born in the Regime; though his short, snow-white fur with light grey patches covering his head and back isn't all that unusual, his short, Scottish-fold ears are a dead giveaway for his pure Dayclan bloodline. He along with his siblings Alonah and Zoebella, were brought to the Regime by members of Dayclan to escape a brutal invasion, where they were loved and well cared for by the Raisers. However, when their mother Whispyfeather returned to take them home, while the rest of his litter left happily, he and his two sisters loved the Regime so much that they chose to stay behind with their older half-sister, Gardenia. To this day he doesn't regret it. Atticus is a gentle but timid tom, not liking to make a fuss about anything, and tries his best to keep the peace among his friends and family. His path as a Guider is one that he chose almost from the very beginning, having a unique interest in herbs like many of his relatives before him. But perhaps such a path was inevitable, as his honey-yellow gaze is incredibly blurred; having grown horribly nearsighted from an early age, to the point where he's unable to recognize a face from across a small room. Atticus doesn't let this setback stop him though, and works his hardest every day. In spite of his heritage, the Regime is home to him, and he cares very much for every single cat in it.
CADET LIAM }} simplylight
Envy; It torments him from the inside out. Jealousy whips at the whiskers of this brown tabby Turkish Angora. The amber pools that make up his eyes always mask the turmoil that occurs underneath his outward appearances. Liam is the son of Limavady and Venus, but his adopted father (sort of) is Fjord. Coming from such a strong line, the tom finds it difficult to reach his own expectations. He knows that Venus and Fjord love them deeper than words could describe, but the longing to make them and his other honorable family members proud tears at his soul. Liam was one of the few kits in his litter to inherit his grandmother, Jasmine’s, autoimmune disease. That being said, he can not perform like his other, stronger siblings. He can not become a mercenary and fight for his group like some of his brothers. He would never be able to live up to Mars, Reisi, Ren, Largo, Sean, Obelix, or Abiliana’s legacies. They were all skilled mercenaries, scouts, superiors, commanders, etc. Because of that reason, he decided to pursue the path of a guider. As a guider, he could find a cure for their disease. You would think these were selfish reasons to become a guider, but actually, he is most concerned about his sister, Laela. Like mentioned before, a few of his siblings got the autoimmune disease, and she was one of them. Liam is a bit distant from some of his siblings due to his quiet nature, but not Laela. She is the one who encourages him and inspires him to find a cure. His bond with her is stronger than any of his other siblings and he fights for her daily. He has to find a cure for her. Liam is the kind of cat who carries everyone’s burdens. He is sensitive and bears the weight of the world on his shoulders. He also has the tendency to see situations as hopeless and that there is no light at the end of the tunnel. However, he will always fight to dig out a hole and make light, if possible.
CADET LARUS }} Honeystorm
More. More. MORE. Whether it be romances, friends, items, or food, he can never get enough. Everything ought to be his, and he hordes things to him like a Dragon and it's treasure. Unfortunately for him, that day where everything in his sights is his may never come, for he's inherited the disease of his grandmother, Jasmine, making the brown tabby Turkish Angora with a white tailtip sick on a regular basis, and weaker than those around him. Perhaps that's what's contributed to his gluttonous attitude. If he can eat more, he can get bigger and better. If he has more friends, and romances, and things now.... then maybe that will make up for all the time's he's stuck in the Garden, away from the world. In truth, the green eyed tom is terrified. Terrified of death, of being alone, of losing everything he has and wants because of this stupid, stupid sickness. So he keeps it all close while his heart is squirreled away deep within, refusing to let down his walls so that it doesn't hurt so much when he eventually dies. Son of Limavady and Venus.
CADET LOTTA}} FadedEcho
Wrath; Her anger knows no bounds. It torments her and whispers in her ears telling her to make those that laughed at her pay. Lotta was born in what is possibly one of the largest litters to ever be born to the Regime and she is the daughter of Raiser Venus and Scout Superior Limavady. Her father despises her though. She is too small to be a mercenary and too slow to be a Scout. The other tykes teased her for her small stature. She was told that she could never become the mercenary that she wanted to be because she simply wasn't strong enough. It was true of course. Her strength did not lie in power or speed. Her sharpest weapon was her mind. She has a sharp wit and a good memory, perfect for remembering herbs. Her paws had been set on the path of a guider since her birth it seems. There is only one problem with that. Lotta has no desire to become a guider. This is never what she wanted. If she had to choose between becoming a guider and a raiser however, becoming a guider was the lesser of two evils. She is angry at her lot in life, angry at those who took away her power to choose even if they were simply looking after her. She would not have survived as a mercenary without the athletic abilities needed to thrive in such a demanding position. Becoming a Scout would have been difficult for someone that is not fast enough to keep up with prey. And so she continues down a path that she did not choose as resentment and anger swells inside her, threatening to burst at any moment. Her only solace is her adoptive father Fjord. In her eyes, he is her father whether they are blood related or not. She can often be found trailing after him in the tunnels. He is the one she goes to when she needs someone to talk to. In her eyes he is the only one that truly understands her. He makes her dreary life a bit more bearable. It is hard telling where her life will lead her yet. Hopefully this young she cat will find her place in life before her anger consumes her entirely.
ORIGINS
The mothers of the Regime
RAISER JASMINE
Tykes: Marigold-tyke, Echo-tyke(adopted)
Father: Mercenary Antediluvian
GUIDER CADET PIKE
Tykes - Ravi-tyke, Rory-tyke
Father: Mercenary Serenity
TYKES
The Future of the Regime
BREASAL-TYKE }} Honeystorm
Once much like her mother, soft and sweet with a pure heart of gold, the poison messed up her mind less than her body. She gets terrible migraines and spells of dizziness and vertigo that leave her in an almost constant state of pain. This has affected her mentally as well, the gentleness fading into one who is defensive and snappy, and after a certain point, cats have stopped being sympathetic to the pain she feels, unable to understand just how debilitating it is. A white she-cat with russet undercoat that gives her an almost pinkish appearance, swirls of warm auburn written across the bottom of her jaw, down her throat and trailing along her belly. Her eyes are her father's sky blue, gilded flecks appearing in the darkness of night. Daughter of Kyros & Idylla.
KEKET-TYKE }} Naiad
Every day blurs into a heavy stream. The shadows of the Regime and the endless passage ways blur together into the dark void that makes up her entire existence. Her memory is broken, the stream of time for her a misty passage of days in which information passes by her rather than ever truly being absorbed. She can recall skills, retains muscle memory of the winding network of tunnels that makes up RR, but people and most events are lost fo her mere hours after their occurance. The painful reality is that her memory has never worked the same since she was poisoned as a youth. Since then her world was split into two divided times, on where her memories are clear as day, another where things exist in an endless fog. Perhaps that is why she can never let go. She sees the happy days, the joy, the brightness of youth glimmering like it was yesterday, and everything sense exist almost like the aimless horror and chaos of a nightmare. She never moves on, she can't. The death of her family, waking up to their poisoned bodies, it haunts and puppeteers her every move. To others she seems like the best adjusted of her siblings despite her poor memory, she still puts on a facade of kindess and joy, a perpetually peppy view of existence. In reality she spends every waking moment trying to get closer to remembering and finding who killed her family and ruined her life, and every night she dreams of scarlet and the satisfying taste of closure and victory. A beautiful light gilded golden she-cat with cracked lace of auburn and white swirls running down her spine. Her eyes are a shattered silver, lines of ashen gray running out from the center.
MARIGOLD-TYKE }} FadedEcho
Born to Raiser Jasmine and Sentinel Antediluvian, Marigold tyke has known nothing but love from her parents from the very beginning. She is the granddaughter of Commander Mars and tends to be proud of her lineage, one that is filled with successful, well known soldiers. Sometimes that pride leads her into trouble but she honestly means well. She just wants to make a name for herself like so many others before her. Because of this she has somewhat of a one track mind and tends to work far more than she should. It is hard to tell where her future will take her, but if you were to ask her, her answer would be greatness.
RORY-TYKE }} simplylight
He can be a pawful, but not in an energetic kind of way. Really, he just has a tendency to sleep through anything and everything important. He's a little lazy at times, but many don't know whether it is on purpose or not. It's not like he intentionally slacks off on his duties. He has a tender and loving spirit so many find it difficult to be upset at him for his lack of work ethic. Rory is a twin to Ravi and the two of them are pretty close. He can often be seen trailing after his brother with a sleepy look in his eyes. He was born while his mom was still a cadet and his father had just been promoted. While that kind of situation should have been hush, hush and full of tension, he was fortunately born in one of the most prominent families in the Regime and they welcomed him and his brother with open paws. More to come as he is developed.
VETERANS
The wisdom of the Regime
VETERAN ASTRID }} uniqcrim
A stunning black and orange tortoiseshell with white paws and dazzling green eyes. During normal circumstances, she is calm and her voice is low and quiet during conversation with one of her group mates. Put her in charge of a kit or so and she quickly becomes watchful, her voice strong and powerful, and playful and sweet. These are the moments when she shines the brightest. She was born the runt of her litter and often grew sick. She was a weak tyke and didn't become a cadet until long after the rest of her litter. At first, they wanted to make her a guider because they figured that would be the easiest on her frail frame but Astrid fought them ever step of the way. She refused to become a cadet unless they made her a Raiser. Something about the position of nurturing the future of the regime appealed to her much more than a pile of disgusting and bitter herbs. After quite a bit of disagreeing and fighting for this, they finally agreed and expected her to fail as a Raiser cadet so then, naturally, she would be transferred to become a Guider Cadet. However, as she progressed in her training she grew to be strong and healthy and showed more potential than anyone ever expected. Astrid has always tended to have a soft and gentle heart, something that was never easy growing up in the stern and rigorous regime, but her tongue is sharp and her mind is quick. You would do well not to underestimate her as so many cats had because, just like them, she will show you just how strong and strong-minded she really is.
Former Raiser
VETERAN ECLIPSE }} GidgetGal
As intense as the sun and as
mysterious as the moon, the strange she-cat named Eclipse is a natural
phenomenon in itself. She is a gorgeous silky black she-cat with
strange, lavender eyes. In what she often refers to as the "Golden Days
of the Regime", Eclipse became a spy right out of cadethood; her
cunning, nimble paws, and natural agility allowed her to easily climb up
the ranks until she was made head spy for the Regime, given along with
the moniker "The Queen of Espionage". Her loyalty was unwavering and
unquestionable, and depsite having no blood relatives to speak of, she
seemed to be content as she was, not willing to change anything about
her perfect life. But love can throw off even the most secure plans, and
Haku turned her whole world upsidedown. He was her protege, a talented
young tom who managed to keep up with her no matter how difficult the
mission. They were partners and equals in every conceivable way; how
could they not fall so entirely and deeply in love? But Eclipse's
loyalty was tested to its limit when Haku was nearly killed in a
pointless and petty conflict, forcing the pair to run off together,
staying with a group of rouges until a new Commander eventually took
charge. When they finally returned home, two had grown into five; they
came back carrying their precious tykes San, Corvus, and Weston. Since
then she has served as both Mercenary and Spy, before deciding to retire
with Haku to watch their grandchildren grow up.
Former Mercenary/Spy
VETERAN HAKU }} Faith
Silver tabby with Russian blue fur from the top of his head down his neck, also from his inner ears and tail that shimmer radiantly. He has Russian blue fur at the sides of him as well that almost look like wings on either side. His blue eyes shine a silver halo, on either side of his eyes are a black streak that shape around his eyes, around the top of his neck is also black. He has a scar at his neck. Haku as a kit came in a time when there were large floods that swept apart the Renegade Regime headquarters including himself. But instead of sinking he resurfaced, but within that dark small length of time there was a much bigger thing that happened. While Haku sank beneath the dark surface he opened his eyes to a tall dark figure that offered him a second chance to live, but in replacement for another and so he agreed. He emerged to the surface and when he did he awoke with the skill to swim. When he returned his mother had passed away and he found his brother Talon. He nearly died in battle with a slit to the neck, but the Blind Protector saved him by making a deal with the Dark Forest to save his life. Haku felt betrayed by the Blind Protector because he didn't realize that it was really the Blind Protector that saved him and though the Blind Protector abandoned him so he left and came across Reaver's Gang and lived there peacefully with Eclipse.What a perfect ending that would of been until the war came between Toxicity, Reaver's Gang allied to Renegade Regime. But the happy ending did not last and they lost their land, but had three wonderful kits, Corvus, San, and Weston. Former Spy.
VETERAN REN }} simplylight
"Worries slowly come and kiss / Tell me what's your name? / Once more, a mutual attraction / Faces disdain through virtue of comparison / No matter how many nights pass by / At a very dark corner, to a broken piece of me I will / Search and kiss and destroy." From birth it was clear to the Regime that Ren was to be a Mercenary. Being a Russian Blue mix, smokey grey-blue fur covers his entire frame, the color fading off only around the pink insides of his ears and pads and darkening to black on his nose. Blue-green fire pools into two socket, creating a pair of eyes that no one can erase from their memory. They bore into their targets, making the legs weak and minds weary. His build is not similar to a mercenary's usual. Ren has a tall frame, bounded together by thick well-built muscles, but they don't make him appear large. He uses this to his advantage, though, because many expect him to be a mere scout who can't fight. That statement strays quite far from the truth. He is merciless and ruthless in battle, taking out foes one by one. His endurance is amazing, but his high tolerance for pain can be a weakness because he doesn't always know when he's pushed too far. Ren's free time is devoted to training by himself and honing his abilities. He grew up with no family and siblings because his abandoned the Regime. His loyalty remained with the underground group even as a tyke, though, so he stayed behind. It was until he met, her. The crybaby she-cat who strayed too far over the Regime border. Her namve was Zen, and she was his sister. She had joined Primal Instinct and they met secretly outside the Regime border to talk about kit-hood. Of course it wasn't forbidden love because she was his sister, but let's just call it mutual hatred. They acted like siblings and cared for each other but secretly they both hated each other. They continued to meet until it became an outright battle between them to return stronger and wittier. It was an unhealthy sibling relationship where each tried to become better than the other but they still cared for each other. That was until the day Ren received the news from her mate. Zen had been murdered by another cat in Primal Instinct. He never got a name of the mate or killer but did figure out that she was pregnant. Call it insanity, but one of his biggest drives is to show his traitorous family how strong he is, to find Zen's murderer and avenge her, and to make them all pay for his loneliness. Of course, he is not murderous or insane, just hurt. This is a secret, of course, bottled up inside him. Most of his feelings end up in that situation until they explode in a training session, which is why he trains alone most of the time. All of this emotion is hidden behind a calm cloak. Many believe him to be quiet and shy, but that isn't correct. He knows how to bark orders just as well as the other mercenaries. Ren is a pool of mystery to everyone; deadly silence. He isn't hateful, though. In fact, he holds himself to the highest standard and is almost militaristic, but still kind to those who need it. "Wielding an incomplete love so tightly / I wanna know 'cause I don't know and I only know how to say no / But we're just a bunch of people with conflicting views of justice / Closing in on each other the moment it gets peaceful / Can I feel? Can you feel? / Life is a moment / I just wanna break down this impetus and hold you in my arms / No wound is inflicted just for the sake of licking them afterwards / One's pride would easily be the other's joke.
Former Commander/Mercenary
PRISONERS
Those who have committed crimes against the Regime
none how tragic
