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Currently still a work in progress, if you'd like more information just send a pm and I'd be happy to answer any questions on any of these characters. Open to plot discussion.
PROJECTS: → ❛ st. clair | ⤬ → S U R V I V O R (﹠) → The wild (﹠)
BACK BURNER: → ❛ siriuskit [king] | nightclan? → K I N G (﹠) → The bright star (﹠) intelligent, slothful, hobby: sleeping,
❛ rigel [kit?] | ⤬ → H U N T E R (﹠) → The lone wolf (﹠) cunning, enigmatic,
thanatos D E A T H (﹠) → The wanderer (﹠) orphic, nomadic, neutral; a gentleman
AFFILIATION: primal instinct SEXUALITY: heteroflexible [straight but confident to explore] MATE: none ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral RANK: hunter [ambassador]
The wanderer; death himself, walking around with the scent of blood and death like a perfume. A tom who embraces both qualities of grace and sin. As far as anyone is concerned he’s an existence that doesn’t exist. A passing figure in your life that if you’re lucky you’ll only meet once. As a young thing it wasn’t planned that he’d end up this way, it’s just how all the cards fell when he came of age. Catching the eye of his mentor and eventually completing his training, he was bestowed with the moniker “Thanatos”, following a long line of Thanatos’s before him. A new set of eyes to see the world for what it truly was...a beautifully hideous place. Perhaps born under an unlucky star - since his time as “Thanatos” he's lived a nomadic lifestyle, keeping his distance from most cats except for the rare few he's bumped into. He often plays the observer role, unless the need arises - playing both sides of the moral compass, switching from good to bad like one would flip a coin. As they say death doesn’t discriminate and neither does he. Still though not many fear him at first, rather he’s often underestimated due to his pacifist impression, even with the gentleness of his mannerisms a keen enough instinct will sense the fine line between trustworthy and dangerous. If not for that, with deep golden pools that swirl darker in the center, his gentle giant appearance contrasts the true wolfish nature of his looks. Overall overlooking every other dangerous aspect, he’s a charismatic fellow with a talented silver tongue. Whether it’s convenient for him or not he has a knack for finding himself in odd situations. A troublesome gift at times, but he can at least appreciate the fact that it’s often not boring. He hates boredom after all. So best keep him interested if you’d like to stay on his good side. Not that he’d dispose of you for it, but he’s likely to disappear if you do so. Still even if you can’t find him you need not search for him, because as they say “death is the only being who comes when you call”.
formerly of a distant land where the clouds meet the mountains and the trees reach the sky.
plot ideas:
i. F R E N E M I E S (﹠) → an odd relationship friends where at the start it's merely a onside friendship - with a cat who isn't all to fond of him, which only make thanatos more interested in them. He easily gets under their skin and teases them where others wouldn't. He saves the other cat from some accident or situation, and while they don't admit it they see him in a better light but still find him annoying but are to prideful to admit that they've become friends. So it's an unspoken friendship of sorts.
ii. F L I N G S (﹠) → need there be any more to say? Whether they end up hating him or stay friends doesn't matter. Out of interest and spontaneity he indulges in his desires that are otherwise kept under control.
on one of his missions as an ambassador he comes across a loner/rogue [can tweak it to clan cat] who brings a little life to his dark world. They start to fall for each other but considering all that he is and stands for, he's not sure he's right for her.
"I knew I might burn, but I just had to inch a little closer," or so his tragic story goes. There are some stories that say Icarus was a boy to enthralled by the sun, others say that Icarus was an angel who fell when he tried to fly higher than the lord, but the true story; his only curse was his birth. A thief who aimed higher than he should have. Originally growing up in an environment not to dissimilar from Brookclan's monarchy, the largest difference was the culture—more dictatorship than leadership ruled by their conservative beliefs of higher bloods. While he may have had higher blood running through his veins, not once did he ever fit their mold. Born only half acceptable to the higher colony. The truth behind his birth was a blemish to his mothers family; always having picked their partners carefully among the best of the best—crafted from sin and desire in a forbidden tryst, you could say that the gods were favorable despite circumstances. Long story short since the moment he first took his breath he wasn't looked kindly upon, merely tolerated only because of his mother and his blood. Still, he was treated better than those below and raised with the other leaders children—that didn't mean he was one of them. While they tried their best to either ignore or punish him into submission. Try as they might he's hardly a cat you can easily ignore. Born with a great charisma; eye catching in every way, with a prime muscular figure wrapped in a short mantle of warm brown fur, resting defiantly a pair of amber gems mirror his great intelligence within his confident visage. If only he'd been pure they say, then perhaps he could've avoided his fate. In a failed attempt to steal a treasure of the colony, he was nearly killed for it, only his blood saving him by a hair, he was eventually banished and dealt a nasty blow to the right side of his face, leaving injury and scar. It was weeks after that, that he eventually came across brookclan, exhausted and feverish. By some saving grace, he was saved; though unsure at first. Once he allowed his walls to come down, since the time of his joining he's really come into his own. Neither bad or good. His eventual dedication to the god Tiveronah suits him well in terms of personality. Grey in his morality due to the traumas of his previous home, you needn't fear his intentions to much. While there is an order to his chaos, he isn't afraid to cross lines or step on toes; he's got a nothing left to lose kind of attitude. Regardless he's quite the smooth tom, alluring in both looks and nature, always true to himself. He owes a great debt to brookclan, though you'll never hear him admit it quite so openly, for the clan he'd dye himself black if that's what was asked of him. He'll do what's necessary and he'll show anyone who threatens the peace just how fiercely he'll protect his own.
AFFILIATION: rogue? [ join group later on] SEXUALITY: bisexual MATE: none ALIGNMENT: chatoic RANK:
Notes: abandoned by her father to save his own skin against a group of cats treated by like a possession groomed to be a whatever she was needed to be for the group → espionage, murder, fighting did what was necessary to survive
