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Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 30, 2019 16:11:33 GMT -5
Welcome to the League Where the strong thrive and the weak die
Living in the city that Absum Lux once owned, we're one of the last revolutionary groups around. Our tenacity shows as few dare mess with us. The boogeymen of the Clans, we live in their nightmares for good reason. With hearts as cold as absolute zero and claws like knives, this is the place where the cruel, the mad, the evil reign. Weaklings are not welcome, only good for being punching bags to the rest. We're a strong and tactical group, waiting in the shadows for our chance to strike and observing the other clans closely. Led by Nemesis Funk E'tan, the inherit chaoticness of the League is only growing. Warriors are divided into four separate districts based on their skills and wants. Foreign Affairs led by Elyon (jetclaw) keep a close eye on the clans while the Ambassadors led by Shina (simplylight) are our paws into the hearts of loners and rogues. We are constantly under the scrutiny of the Internal Affairs district led by Senescence (honeystorm) and all those against us will be sent to the Stairwell where they'll be overseen by the Punishment district and their leader, Innocentia (faith). All sizes, shapes, colors, etc are welcome here, the only thing that matters is if you have the strength to stand with us.
Currently Accepting (Encouraged: Younglings, Prisoners || Discouraged: Hunters, Trainees)
Enforcers: A group of hunters chosen by the warden (nemesis for now) that help them enforce the proxies responsibilities and keep them and their group of hunters in line. 3 available Hunters: The warriors of the group, sorted into a district under one of the proxies. Trainees: The apprentices of the group. The age cats are sorted and pick their district. Have -kun after their name Younglings: The kits. Have -chan after their name Prisoners: Captured for whatever reason. Kept in the crypt.
Format (please follow this format) (if you're post gets liked, it means you've been added) (feel free to start rping as soon as you put your cat on this thread)
Name rped by username || district (for hunters and trainees only) parents (for kits only) bio rank sexuality (for hunters)
A petit, pretty light brown tabby tom with pale green eyes, a white chest and paws, large ears, and scraggly whiskers. His delicate looks err on the side of feminine, all soft lines, a small mouth, and a narrow, triangular face — but there's no mistaking the gleeful glint in his eyes for anything but cruelty. He was born with something missing; and where that thing wasn't, something else crept in to take its place. A natural sociopath, he is deceptively sweet for as long as it pleases him to be so, playing on his looks and the effects he can have on other cats. Utterly heartless and utterly chaotic, he can either switch between cute, cold, wild and violent in a single day, or adopt one of those facades for moons on end, only to suddenly drop it when he grows bored. He can be sly, soft-spoken, sickly sweet; manipulative and charming; ice-cold, languid and deadpan; manic, unhinged, fever-hot - whatever role he feels like playing that particular day. He'll walk into a room with a beaming smile on his face and fall into cold narcissism the moment the door closes, all sneers and callousness, like the effort of having to keep up appearances and pretend to feel a thing is an exhausting burden; the next day, he'll be luring out mothers with their kits in his claws, a buzzing skip in his step, and a rabid grin on his face. The few who know the truth about him will often mock the quick transition from sweet, baby-faced cutie to snarling grump. A side effect of his sociopathy, and rather at odds with his crystal-sharp intelligence, is his poor decision making skills; he'll rush into bloodshed with a scream and realise too late that lovely goodie-two-shoes don't kill. More than once, he has adopted his sweet persona in the midst of a bloodbath and slip sheepishly away, like it was all just some tricky misunderstanding. Beneath the sweet face and the cold heart, he has rather the royal temper; he is spoiled and bratty and throws tantrums when he doesn't get precisely what he wants. A wild card, he can offer genuine help to a noble cause and retract it a moment later, neither instance any less authentic than the other; he simply has a remarkably short attention span and flits from one interest to the other without ever truly laying down roots. His sociopathy can make him entertaining or awful in social situations with cats who he doesn't have to put up a facade around; when Anmus is just being himself, no tricks or games, he says and does all the wrong things, not because he means to, but because he genuinely doesn't understand that he shouldn't - no manners, no filter, no sense of embarrassment or compassion or self-preservation. It's made him quite popular, the exclusive pack of the witty, pretty boy who says the most outrageous things and doesn't feel a thing. Though naturally fearless, because he simply doesn't care enough about anything to feel it, he can do a wonderfully convincing impersonation of a scared little cat, lost in the deep, dark woods. He loves to make deals with vulnerable cats, loves to offer them his services in the guise of the world and snatch it all back the second he loses interest in them and they inevitably disappoint him. He has a vague desire to be a puppet master with the rest of the forest on his strings, but only if it's fun and can alleviate his boredom without becoming a chore. Though mostly flippant and careless, he has moments of loyalty and is your go-to guy if you want an attack dog to look cute and back you up; I mean, what better little soldier could there be than someone who has no real feelings, nothing to lose, and no set personality aside from cold apathy? Only downside is he might turn on you, too. But - you need a back-up singer for your rap battle? Back-up dancer for your dance-off in an alley? Someone to just heckle and jeer your opposition and make up rude chants? Look no further than this cute, cold, tea-spilling little waste of space. He really doesn't care about you, but he'll come along for the show.
LORAH Roleplayed by HONEYSTORM // FOREIGN AFFAIRS He's a gift to the world, a god among cats, above them all and no one can ever compare! Well, actually, no he isn't. His most prominent memory of his young life is that image of his big sister, Eshek, standing over the bloody bodies of his father and siblings, leaving him and then eventually turning around to bring him with her. From little on, he heard her complaints about tom, saw her worship of the she-cats, and was always made to do her dirty work. So much so that his tortoiseshell fur has seemed to take on a ruddy, rusty tinge, as though permanently tainted with dried blood, the black deep and opaque as always across his ears and in patches along his back and the side of his neck. What might have once been orange is now darkened russet-brown, vague gingery-tan patches in the lighter places hinting at something that might have been another vibrant shade or even white, his paws and even dark shade of stained brownish color. Or maybe the sandy yellow eyed tom was simply born that way, and it is all mere rumor and speculation. He's not the sort of cat who looks like too much on first glance, not particularly tall and on the slimmer side, more feminine than not with a name given by his sister to match. He's an odd creature, sort of like a lost puppy that follows his sibling around, willing to proclaim her greatness and how much he cares for her at every opportunity, though she always seems to staunchly deny they're related at all, which isn't hard given their very different appearances. But it's fine by him. When he's not called to her side, which is rare, he always tries to portray himself his this calm, cool, suave way. All mystery and secrecy and composure. Of course, this only ever seems to apply to she-cats. The second you put a cute tom in front of him and he's a blithering, clumsy mess, a sputtering idiot who can't help but falling hard. He loves his sister, and though he doesn't get her thing with she-cats, that's fine with him, because he's okay with having all the toms. Hunter <3
YAYIF-CHAN rped by STARDANCE missing A pair of cauliflower blue eyes stare you down. The mysterious eyes shine with something unique. Something powerful. Something unidentifiable, but clearly present. You can't place your tongue on it. But she can. Words roll of this cat's tongue as water goes over a waterfall. Sure, some cat like this isn't unusual. But then you hear something else. Her voice. It's different. Every sound she makes is more guttural than most pronounce it. Nothing sounds normal. Nothing looks normal. Everything is off by just a little bit, but then you listen to her some more. You relax as she assures you nothing is strange about her. Her short, sand colored fur blew in the gentle breeze as your conversation rolls on. Until it doesn't. No, she didn't kill you. She just... transitioned. You hear her hiss and then curse in some foreign tongue. The strange concoction of sounds is gone in an instant and she reverts back to your tongue. What is she? The world may never know... kit
BIJOU rped by Dreamrain Foreign Affairs or Enforcer? Built of brittle bones and loose skin. Cobbled together with the seemingly left over parts from his siblings. Born last but towering like a gargoyle over his more compactly built siblings. Chasing death and misadventure, he has never been scared of the darker aspects of their life. The tortured screams that haunted the night during their kit-hood, watching their mothers retreating back and eyes pass over them with no acknowledgment, none of these things phased him. So much so that he got it into his head he could do anything, be anything, go against anyone. After all, the things that seemed to dis-settled those around him never phased him. This notion was scarred into his pelt for him to remember for the rest of his days. His grandfather Cicero not taking kindly to his attempts at taking his followers right out from under him. The scar ripped across his nose and under his soft blue eyes, ugly and red from the infection is suffered when he first got it, does not bother him though. He carries it boldly, a challenge that tells others how he is willing to stick his face right into the lions den and grin into their gaping maws. Pushing and pushing until someone either has to push back harder or give way to him. The incident, also did little to affect his relationship with Cicero himself. Still choosing to follow his grandfather when Cicero disbanded his group of rouges; despite being given the option to make his own way. Soft white fur, different as well among his siblings, lending him no camouflage. And it was never something he learned to work around, instead he learned to approach things openly. Deception tied into his steps, a bluff to all those who might stand opposite him. Subtlety will never be his foray, which disappoints Cicero. But he plays his own sort of bold games. hunter
AKATOSH rped by Dreamrain Internal Affairs We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your bed every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread." (Russian Sleep Experiment). Dark as the night sky; ever changing as the moon. Eyes as cold as the stars twinkling in the twilight. Treading between the realms of light and darkness. Hiding, creeping, and spying from the shadows of time. Flourishing under the light of the moon. Akatosh is the gate to a different realm of being. This tall tom has the slender built of a she-cat and appears to be the mixture of two different cats. He is black like the night sky with splashes of ivory dapple like the stars in twilight. His fur is plush, thick and looks quite messy. His paws are small and delicate armed with razor sharp claws. Cold piercing eyes shine like crystal shards. One cold ocean blue like his mother Nova. It rivals the old ice bridge from the Former Toxicity territory. The other a yellowish-green like his father Deal's. Yet it has a deep fire that burns within causing it to melt from the cold amber to the warm leaf green.They both cut through the souls and hearts of those who appose him. Twin souls(personalities) named Auriel and Lorkhan battle for eternity in the locked cage of Akatosh's mind. They strive for the key that powers Akatosh's thoughts. The fear stricken eyes of Auriel peer out from the depths of the darkness. As the invisible force of Lorkhan reaches out to pull Auriel into the unpending doom.Lokahan slowly taking Auriel from Akatosh's consciousness mind. Lorkhan's soul was born in the darkness of Primal Instinct.After Akatosh was born to his mother Nova the Shaman of PI. He wouldn't flourish for long for he would become dormant due to Akatosh short stay in PI. Lorkhan grew in power later after Akatosh joined Toxicity which was close to his original roots. Lorkhan is known as the Trickster. Most don't look to kindly to Akatosh when this personality appears. He is known to be ruthless, bloodthirsty, and ambitious. He is always seeking for the revenge to end his mother's life for dumping him in Dayclan. Which led to Akatosh giving up on the overseer position to pursue his revenge on his mother. He didn't catch up with Toxicity until they had moved to the city and became Absum Lux. On the opposite side there is Auriel who was born in the lightness of Dayclan. Auriel grew weaker in his power shortly after Akatosh joined Toxicity. Auriel often speaks in riddles. He has a strong sense of high awareness to the world around him. He pays attention to the more finer details of life. Being the observing cat he is he strives for knowledge. He makes it a point to get to know everything about a cat even if he hasn't talked to them once. He thinks before he acts and looks for the greater good in situations. His loyalty is only to himself and only offers his services of loyalty for a hefty price. Hunter
IVORYCROWN rped by pao Ambassador (I think thats a district??) She's named for her fur being as white as ivory on the tips of magolias encircled with crowns of grey that start at the top of her cheeks and run till the tip of her tail. Ivorycrown possesses her father's eyes, amber gold and filled with pride. Anger finds her easily, filling her small body to the brim until she implodes. She cares not as to who or what she destroys in her wake only that she can be heard. After all, she's a noble by the MoonClan blood running through her veins. Her words are dangerous, just as her claws are sharp and her heart filled with pride. Ivorycrown is the product of a prideful and enraged tom named Peanutblossom, and a noble and an outcast she-cat named Ravencrypt. Her parents have never been true mates, only flings for times here and there, frustrating the she-cat to no end. She sees no point in doing anything half-heartedly or by chance. If there's no chance of a benefit for her she sees no point in participating in the activity. Its situations like her parents that drive her to frustration induced sarcasm, though that's partially all she speaks in as it is. Ivorycrown survived the flooding of the survival clans' lands, but just barely. The kits she'd been caring for, calling her own, were not as lucky. They perished in her paws having drowned from the rushing waters she'd pulled them from. Heart heavy and broken, she joined the group whose land she'd washed upon. Primal Instinct is her new home, and besides her three little kits, she knows not what has happened to the rest of her family. Hunter
Post by stardance on Sept 13, 2019 19:15:58 GMT -5
Just fixing in error in her bio...
YAYIF-CHAN A pair of cornflower blue eyes stare you down. The mysterious eyes shine with something unique. Something powerful. Something unidentifiable, but clearly present. You can't place your tongue on it. But she can. Words roll of this cat's tongue as water goes over a waterfall. Sure, some cat like this isn't unusual. But then you hear something else. Her voice. It's different. Every sound she makes is more guttural than most pronounce it. Nothing sounds normal. Nothing looks normal. Everything is off by just a little bit, but then you listen to her some more. You relax as she assures you nothing is strange about her. Her short, sand colored fur blew in the gentle breeze as your conversation rolls on. Until it doesn't. No, she didn't kill you. She just... transitioned. You hear her hiss and then curse in some foreign tongue. The strange concoction of sounds is gone in an instant and she reverts back to your tongue. What is she? The world may never know...
Nicolás rped by deer Foreign Affairs “If you look up charming in the dictionary, you'll see that it not only has references to strong attraction, but to spells and magic. Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?” - Deb Caletti. Nicolás has a way with words; a natural rhetoric. His charming and kind nature easily gaines him both credibility and respect among his peers and elders. His good-natured and laid-back purr of a voice puts others at ease. He finds it easy to simply observe and mimic even the most difficult maneuvers. In fact, he nejoys frustrating others with how easily he takes things in step. In addition, the tom is very intelligent and ready to make important decisions if others cannot make the choice for themselves. Although he is a great listener and secret-keeper, Nicolás has an instinctive ability to lead others, though he only employs this skill set when no leader can be found or a difficult choice can't be made. He prefers to follow out orders, though sometimes he does the exact opposite of what he is told to do out of spite for the system. He would make a better second-in-command as he is comfortable with just a bit more responsibility than the average cat, otherwise he gets bored. Despite this, he lets his littermates push him around; he is endearing in that way. Nicolás takes little at face value and often seeks to test, if not prove that another cat's words are true. This gives him a distrusting or even arrogant front to new cats. Despite his cynical views, he likes to think there is a little good in every cat, even if someone else needs to bring it out. He has appointed himself guardian over his littermates and will be there in an instant should he feel either of them is insulted or otherwise threatened in any manny. Nicolás can be fierce and ruthless if provoked, and he will fight dirty if need be. He has an unconditional love and need to protect his family, seeing as he is the eldest cat of Samara's kits. He does not feel the need to openly socialize with other cats, whether of those in his own group or not. Nicolás prefers to be left to his own devices to do as he pleases. A frightening turn out is the hunter's willingness to hurt others to pursue his goals, whether it's uncalled for or not. In battle, Nicolás finds the quickets way to hinder his opponets, generally giving them grievous and permanent injuries if not choosing to outright murder them. Being on the slender side of the gene pool, Nicolás knows he cannot always blindly force his ways upon others to get what he wants. Instead, he uses quick wit and charming ways to put everyone in his or her place and achieve his own goals. Hunter
Whiskey-kun rped by deer Internal Affairs NEEDS A MENTOR "Opinions, like weapons, are often made for defense as well as offense." - Edward Counsel. Whiskey is a very expressive feline who cannot seem to keep a lid on the bottle of emotions that reside within. Because of this, she's more like an open book than anything else, and there will rarely be anything this she-cat keeps under lock and key. Whiskey is ever the competitive cat and enjoys the thrill of a challenge every now and then to keep her on her toes. That being said, she is quite the challenging cat herself and doesn't exactly make life easy for her group mates all the time. With her fiety personality and quick tongue to her out going and daring nature, Whiskey is every bit of a fireball as a lake is water. Though her daring escapades and opinionated nature serve to ruffle pelts a little, Whiskey is an earnest cat who loves her family and group with her whole being. She is a confident cat yet also has her insecurities and will often retreat to lick her wounds when they are poked at. Whiskey has been known to befriend more toms than she-cats, quickly becoming 'one of the boys' because she simply has found that she gets along much more easily with toms than she does she-cats. Trainee
Mina-chan rped by deer Funk x Eternalstar Mathiu, Gremio, Pesmerga, Odessa, & Luc “Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.” - Dr. Seuss. Happiness bubbles over the top of this little she-cat's heart. She is always seen around Primal Instinct with a great big smile on her face, and is usually laughing over something silly she told herself under her breath. Mina is lively and high-spirited, being full of an endless amount of energy and excitement, and is always optimistic about every single situation. There is always a song playing itself inside her mind, and it is common to see the small feline dancing along to the beat within her heart. Mina is an entertainer, enjoying singing, dancing and telling jokes, all so another's attention can be on her. She enjoys praise and affection, and strives to make other cats happy and comfortable. She is naive and a little too trusting; she can believe about anything you tell her and will most certainly place her trust in every cat she meets. If she gets crossed, instead of retaliating in anger, she becomes sad and confused. She retreats to a shell and stays quiet for some time, and is seen with a numb look upon her face. Mina was born to Funk, the Shaman of Primal Instinct, and Eternalstar, the ex-leader of SpringClan. Her siblings are Mathiu, Gremio, Pesmerga, Odessa, and Luc. Youngling
EINHERIA-CHAN rped by OCEANIX parents : Funk and Soigne siblings : Pesmerga, Riamu, Nagi, Hayate, Mephilia, Isa and Mina Souls of the dead following Einheria's every move. She is fascinated by the rumored ghosts that wander the halls of the mansion. Born under ground in the dark tunnels of Renegade Regime to her mother Soigne. She was brought to Primal Instinct at a young age to live with her father Funk E'tan. Her memories of her mother are hazy, but she has been fascinated about the idea of getting to know her mother since she was little. She has a small obsession with birds. She loves collecting their feathers, skulls and bones and place them in her secret stash. Youngling
BLUE rped by Jadie AMBASSADOR Born in the dead of winter, Blue has the typical sob story of losing her family at a young age; however, she feels nothing but mild annoyance when she thinks of them. Her unremarkable size and build are an internal point of contention that she wholly blames on her weak bloodlines. The fact that she is the last one left serves as her proof. Blue is a small, skinny black she-cat, with short, shiny fur and pale blue eyes. She has a hallowed, almost malnourished look, and visits the Shaman more often than any cat her age due to a mystery illness she has been fighting all her life. While she uses her unassuming appearance to her advantage, Blue knew early on that she had no business being a fighter. She can hold her own in a scuffle, but shines brightest if she is fighting with her words or on some sort of stealth mission. Blue is always searching for a thrill that she can never quite satisfy, like an itch she just can't scratch, and spends much as her time exploring foreign places as she can (often overstepping her position and entering foreign affairs jurisdiction). In personality, she is short and to the point, as she is too caught up in her own world to care about anyone else's. Blue is not the worst Primal Instinct has to offer, but she certainly isn't your friend.
Mephilia-chan rped by uniqcrim parents: Funk and Soigne siblings: Einheria, Nagi, Hayate
“Better beware, I go bump in the night,” a beautiful snow bengal with piercing blue eyes born to Soigne and Nemesis Funk, this she-cat takes after her father far more than her siblings. Cold, cruel and sadistic, Mephilia has no reservations when it comes to the harming of others. According to her, they should have known better than to be weak and to let her harm them. She sees other cats’ weakness as being their fault and herself as a catalyst to make them stronger - if they survive her deadly touch. A deadly touch which delights and laughs at the destruction of beauty, at the struggles of others, and an unorthodox compulsion to be neat and orderly. Destruction runs in her blood, but chaos does not. Mephilia is a living irony as she is a genius prodigy in herbs and medicine, like her father, and makes watching the suffering of others that much better. She has the power and control to decide who receives help and who does not and she feeds from that power and control. youngling
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 28, 2019 20:59:42 GMT -5
DISCO rped by Honeystorm District: Idk, pick for me? xD The palest cream-white color cloaks her snow lynx bengal frame, ethereal and alluring, glittered fur shimmering like snow on a moonlit winter night. Vaguely darker spots the color of light sepia splash across her fur, turned to bronze by the light catching nature of her fur that persists even in the most complete darkness. Her eyes, in contrast, are dark and mysterious, midnight blue frosted at their core and cracked through with pale silver like broken black ice. She is a vamp sort of cat, with fangs just a touch too long, with a snake earring coiled down one of her ears and an attitude that turns toms and she-cat's alike to putty in her silk touched paws. She is wild and free like a song, full of intoxicating thrill that is sure to get your blood pumping, and a heart colder than anything you've ever seen. Unabashedly confident, and blatantly flirtatious, she drags cats in before they ever truly know they've fallen. She is beauty, she is grace, and she is the first cat who will leave you lying dead in a ditch, the transition so quick it would make your head spin. Every cat she has is her true love, and every death is love forgotten, for they fall hard and fast for her, yet she couldn't care less. It bothers her some, to be incapable of feeling romantic love in that way, at least thus far in her life. Like something is missing. But it's a thought fleeting and kept to herself, filled with flings and dance and death in it's place. Huntress
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POSTEDSept 30, 2019 23:41:00 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
JAZZ reps by encré District: Foreign Affairs My, my, my, what a gentleman. Dressed in shiny white and black rosettes, finished with brilliant yellow diamonds. Such an oddity for Primal Instinct, though Jazz is not strictly speaking a true member of The League. Born to be a star, Jazz was raised a kittypet along with his littermates. They raised hell until that got boring and they went their separate ways. Jazz stayed with twolegs a bit longer than some of his siblings, after all they pampered him. He quickly became a prize-winning show cat. Luxury suited him wonderfully and it gave him bargaining chips for his little deals. Yet he got bored soon enough there was only so much fun to be had with prissy kittypets and dirty strays. So he set off on his greatest journey yet, the great beyond. Jazz tried the loner thing for a bit but it got far too dull far too fast, no one to charm or flatter. So he did what any cat would do, made a few deals and formed a small group of cat who followed his bidding. After all they were indebted to him. Jazz did save them from various perils, even if some of those perils were created by his own paw. That little group was fun but alas not for him. His followers became too obsessed and devoted, it was simply creepy. So he did what any self respecting cat would do and pawned them off to others. His next fad of choice was a clan and he found one. Albeit it was an odd one, a bit cultish, but if Jazz was going to do something he was going to go all the way. So he became Runningsong, perhaps a bit femine for a tom though gender is just another toy to Jazz. Clan life was a bit of a challenge for him so many rules, though he managed to find a way around them so he could continue his games. Soon enough the clan took an odd turn even for him, so amidst a bit of chaos that for once was not caused by him, he disappeared. Following rumors of other bengals, he slowly made his way through other lands and eventually found The League. While he did find quite a few bengals, they were not related to him and instead claimed some powerful lineage. It meant nothing to him after all, not a single one appeared to be in power. There was one bengal in power, his dear brother Funk. So Jazz decided once again to settle down. Only time will tell if he decides to stay. Hunter
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POSTEDOct 1, 2019 13:24:19 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
RIAMU rped by pseudonym parents: Funk and Ito siblings: Pesmerga, Isa, and Mina Beauty, brains, bloodline, and bravado all tied up into one insecure little bengal she-cat. Riamu is the daughter of Funk, and grew up under her father as the Nemesis of Primal Instinct. As a result, Riamu was groomed from birth as a princess, entitled to the power and control that her father held over the League. With her extended and immediately family present in her life, she also grew up loyal, even clannish, valuing her family above everything else. However, this she-cat has an independent streak- she frequently strikes out on her own, wandering the surrounding lands and speaking to all kinds of cats. Despite the strong family bonds, Riamu has a desperate need to be loved- she'll ignore red flags and enter into relationship after relationship, seeking fulfillment and meaning from both love and her travels. Over it all, she has a borderline arrogant attitude, knowing her position as daughter of the Nemesis, and flaunts every thing she owns. Physically Riamu is beautiful, with sleek mocha and cream bengal fur and pale olive eyes. Medium in stature but big in personality, it won't serve you well to cross Riamu, or her family.
REPRISE rped by paige.dorothy district: ambassadors district A sleek sliver pelt adorns this she-cat's small frame, with light brown stripes covering her body, marking the sign of her Bengal roots. Her eyes are pale green in colour, with the intensity of a fire. Yet Reprise is a cat of kindness, not one of fire. She is not like her siblings. Her heart is not broken, or shadowed but instead one of purity. She yearns that every cat has good in their heart, yet somehow her family isn't quite "good," if you will. Somehow, the sleek she-cat keeps the relationships with her siblings neutral, in tacked. But it isn't easy work, considering her brother Funk, enjoys watching others suffer whilst her brother Jazz is a chaotic soul to say the least. Along with her siblings, Reprise used to the live the life of a kittypet. However, as every kittypet knows, the day comes when the families are divided and sent away to live alone or in Reprise's case, with another cat. He was an old cat, wise with his words. He was a mentor to Reprise, perhaps a father - he saved her in a way. Made her see the beauty in the world, he taught her to care for others, to see the better in everyone. He also showed her how to fight, how to not let others trick her. It was the worst day of her life when he passed, it felt as if she had lost the only cat that cared for her. Reprise's two-legs weren't kind, they did not treat Reprise well and soon she had enough. She left, in tears. All she could do was cling onto what the old cat had told her; "when I die... find a home. Find the clans." Reprise didn't find the clans, quite by mistake she found Primal Instinct. She also found some of her siblings; she was happy to see them but it also saddened her to see they had all become something she was not. But she clings onto what she knows, that every soul has some good in it, only some are hidden and impossible to find. She also finds happiness in her talent, her beautiful voice. Not many cats can sing, but Reprise can, with beauty and power. It is was what kept her sane during the darkest hours living alone, without her mentor. She tries to keep positive and help others, her goal in life is to prove to the world even the darkest souls have light in them. Hunter
SUBJECT ZERO ( ZERO ) rped by honeystorm District: Foreign Affairs Gray lines cascade over a skeletal frame, fur pale with a sickly gray tint to it, as though he were dead on his paws, reanimated for some ghastly purpose, or by someone's mistake. In some ways this is true, as before he arrived in Toxicity, he often walked the line between life and death, swaying to and fro in a dark game, never able to have the sweet release of death, nor able to give his life any meaning or learn new things. Until he met /her/. She was young, perhaps only a few moons younger than him, but easily surpassing him in size and strength. She, Sayaka as he later found out, gave him a choice. She could end his miserable existence, free him of his suffering once and for all, or she could make him stronger than he'd ever been, free him of the sickness that clung to his pelt and give him the life he never had, at a price, of course. He'd have to serve her until the end of his days, loyal to her and her alone, unable to argue should she command something of him. The choice had seemed obvious. He chose life, and she took him to Toxicity, to their healer, giving him a new name and a new existence. Subject Zero, or Zero as it was sometimes shortened to.He got better during that time, joined Toxicity, and learned his savior's name, and of her nature, though only what could be said by word of mouth. Sayaka didn't visit him much until he was better, but the moment he'd been cleared to enter the Gladiator's den, she was there, taking him out into the territory and teaching him. He never grew large or obviously muscular, retaining his small, deathly looking frame. But she knew the strength beneath his paws despite such an underwhelming appearance, his eyes bright blue, electric and sparking where they'd once been dull and lifeless.But it wasn't allgood, though he became strong and knowledgeable, and he quickly learned that disobedience or failure weren't an option in her presence. But he'd made a promise, she'd saved his life, so he endured her punishments, her experiments, her orders, anything she thought of him to be tasked with. And he always will, until the end of time, for she gave him everything, and she could just as easily take it all away again. hunter
KANYA rped by honeystorm District: Punishment At first, she appears fairly normal, with pretty, thick gray fur, faded like frost at the tips, though she is larger than is typical of most cats. Her eyes are a bright color, with paler flecks, giving her eyes a frosted glaze much like her pelt. It all seems alright, at least until she opens her mouth. Kanya has no tongue. For a while, she did, and the members of Absum Lux can attest to that fact. However, one day, she just stopped talking, still but a Suckling. It wasn't until a while later cats realized she couldn't actually talk. Instead, she just smiled, attempting to convey her words through gestures and body language, hiding the fact she was any different other than seemingly having no desire to speak anymore. No one really knows how it happened, but when you consider her family, it might make a bit more sense. Her father is Caulan, son of Sayaka, who left Absum Lux for Primal Instinct. He had kits, and of course Sayaka found him. Her grandmother one day stole her, and she's been with Absum Lux ever since. All she is is a bargaining chip to the patched silver tabby, a way to keep her waywards son on a tight leash, and Kanya's powerless to stop it. Despite the inability to speak, Kanya is quite a polite feline, humble, trying to please her relatives. However, she can't stand to be underestimated, easily able to get to the point of being violent from her anger. All in all, she's quite a skilled feline, and would make a nice friend, if given the chance, though one should be wary of making an enemy of her. Claws can hurt as much as words. hunter
SAYAKA rped by Honeystorm District: Punishment Manipulative. Educated. Apathetic. Charming. Ambitious. //Psychopath//. It was obvious even from the start she was off. She never really... connected with anyone, even her family. Sayaka quickly made friends, she was charming, ambitious, and pretty, but she never stayed with them for long, quickly switching to the next enticing encounter. She was quick to belittle others, humiliate and use them for her own purposes. Her loyalties seemed to lie with whomever had caught her eye, but it never lasted and she left behind broken promises and confused faces. Sayaka was always sure of herself, never afraid or worried for things to come, and no challenge was to big or too hard to conquer. While some would empathize with another injured being, she knew what they were feeling and used it as a way to further herself. Those around her are her pawns, to be used and thrown away to further her goals, and any mistakes they make are intolerable, they must be /perfect/. As she grew, she became seemingly more empathetic, charming, and helpful, but only to make herself look better. Much of what this she-cat says is a lie, twisting words and situations for attention. If you asked around, you might here about her loyalty to Toxicity and it's Strategos, but her loyalties only lie with whoever it's convenient. She overwhelmingly resents authority, as she's the only authority they ought to answer to in her mind, she's superior to them and she is always right, no matter what. Unlike other cats, she's totally apathetic, having no interest or concern of others and their morals or laws. Narcissistic and arrogant, she values herself highly, everyone else is worthless and weak. A full blown Psychopath, with a mind directed at obtaining power, the rush of control, dehumanizing those around her, making worthless promises, with no remorse or shame for anything she does. Her mind works differently than those around her. Sayaka is an actress if you will, feigning emotion and consideration, with little need for sleep and a lowered, if existent perception of pain, and thriving off of violence and pressure, rage is the only emotion she has the ability to feel, though it's often short-lived and she goes back to her eerily calm and charming demeanor, pleasant to be around. She's extremely relaxed and laid back due to being unable to feel emotion, drawing in those around her. She's defiant, competitive, persuasive, and demanding, following her own rules, no matter what she's told otherwise, no hesitation to manipulate or kill those who stand in her way. This Psychopathic Maine Coon she-cat has a long and beautiful patched silver tabby pelt comprised of silver, ginger, and black, her underbelly, legs, chest and up to her muzzle are all white, with a slight patch of ginger scattered around her nose and magnificent, golden amber eyes. Beyond the facade there's so much more to see of her, dark, cruel things. She's hard to miss, hard to avoid, and impossible to trust. hunter (I'll probably have to update bios and add others at some point. But I'm lazy tonight, oops)
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AKABANE [BANE] rped by Stark Raving Mad District: Foreign Affairs He possesses the rare recessive red trait from Kotori’s side of the family. He is a rare red bengal with exotic green eyes and a half black face like his father. His back legs are black like foxes and the rim of his ear is also black. He’s a hot head like his father and is a bit slow when it comes to understanding subjects. There’s a laziness he possesses about learning new things, but will practice for hours on learning new battle moves. He’s closest with his uncle Thane, an ex proxy, now mate to the leader of Absum Lux. His uncle Thane was very close to his mother and he enjoys hearing stories about her as well as learning battle moves his uncles learned across two revolution groups and two clans. Like his father when he loves someone he becomes obsessive of them. Feeling entitled that he owns, not them, but their love. He worships the ground they stand on and will do anything for them, but should they turn their backs on him or he’s fooled into thinking a fling meant something don’t turn your back on him. He’ll stalk your every movement, know your entire bloodline, memorize all your favorite places. His love is lethal, he’s not known as a killer or an especially powerful authority figure like his other siblings, he’s the deadly stalker and the last love mistake you’d ever make.
HARMONY rped by Stark Raving Mad District: Punishment A pretty brown Siamese she-cat with piercing blue eyes. The younger sister of Lux, she is a bit more composed than her brother. All for fun and games but, only once the work is done, something the two can never actually agree on. Prim and proper you'll never see her with any strand of fur out of place. Not vain just, takes great pride in her appearance. If you need something done she is the cat you want to see. Usually she can be found attempting to pick up the slack that her brother doesn't bother with but, has given up on trying to pull him together. She can come off at bit curt and sometimes cold but, in reality Harmony is a sweetheart. A people-pleaser that will work themselves to the bone if left unchecked. a bit of a control freak, she will never trust others to do any task she knows she can do herself. Harmony is always secretly stressed out but, hides it well behind her cheerful happy demeanor. She knows when to hold her tongue and when she can let lose but, more often than not will remain quiet unless she is confiding in someone.
FAE rped by Cyanide District: Punishment Fae is something else. First thing you’ll notice is how long her legs are and how regality she holds herself. She’s a beautiful she cat with an angular face that very rarely shows emotion. Her pelt shares it’s color with a winter's snow, her entire body an unmarred canvas. There isn’t a splash of color until you get to her eyes. Her eyes are pure gold, the kind you hear about in fairy tales and see in pirate’s treasure chests. If you catch them in the right light they even sparkle like the real thing. But it’s fools gold. Behind this beautiful facade you will find nightmares. She’s well trained, her mentor has made sure of that. Fast and deadly, her battle style seems like a dance. Spinning, slashing, slaying. Cats can’t seem to keep up with her as she dances around them. She paints herself, her empty canvas becoming filled with color. Red. She loves the look of red with gold, dare she say that it’s her favorite.
LEVI'A-KUN roleplayed by STARDANCE District: Foreign Affairs Mentor: Next ceremonies? לביאה- Lioness. Golden tabby with amber eyes. Daughter of Nemesys, a Heda, and an unknown father. Former member of Absum Lux.
