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JAZZ rped by |Moon Foreign Affairs He was born for greatness, it’s just a shame he’s on the lazy side. Jazz was supposed to be a pampered show cat, a bengal of the best breeding. Yet he foolishly left with his brother Funk for a life of adventure and debauchery. Of course, he didn’t stay with his brother for long, drifting off to live alone. He settled into a lovely little valley in the mountains, trading things with passing cats. He spent nearly three years like that, trading what he caught or made with passing loners. It was glorious for him, he would offer things to everyone and if they could not give him something he would keep them around to work for him. Of course, it ended when cat after cat kept coming by talking of his brother. Eventually, he was worn down by all the gossip and had to see it himself; his brother leading a whole bunch of cats. It was a sight to and to be fair he wasn’t doing a terrible job of it either. So Jazz decided to relocate his business to the League. The city offers new opportunities even if it lacks the views. His large frame usually is enough to get his way without a fight. He has a rich tan coat made of silky, yet dense fur. Over it is chocolate colored rosettes ringed in black. Black striping covers his legs, tail, face, and chest. A creamy white covers his muzzle. His large head is matched with wide rounded ears. His eyes are a deep golden that seem to stare into one’s soul. Overall he is an imposing figure who rarely will actually lift a claw to harm someone, he has someone who does that for him. hunter
MINA rped by komiharu Ambassadors A light orange bengal she-cat, with dark marble markings and olive-coloured eyes. A happy-go-lucky and carefree individual, Mina is the textbook definition of a free spirit, dancing to the beat of her own drum. A warm, friendly presence to those she meets, Mina has a rare 'girl-next-door' beauty to her that endears her to both toms and she-cats - pretty enough for the boys to like, but normal enough that the girls aren't threatened. She enjoys her popularity within the group, and views it as a sort of 'control' over her peers, like a performer playing to their audience. Her performative and attention-grabbing nature also means she tends to get away with doing a lot less work than the other hunters in her district, and on the rare occasion she does get caught, her charisma allows her to avoid most of the consequences. Despite being on friendly terms with most, if not all of the cats in the legion, Mina doesn't have many true friends, and despite her social-buterfly persona, is actually more of an introvert. She keeps her more personal thoughts private, though it's not out of disdain; though she thrives in large social environments and general conversations, Mina doesn't care to get to know others beyond a superficial level - or rather, the thought has simply never occurred to her. Those large social gatherings and small talk are what keeps Mina entertained from one day to the next, the 'game' she plays with everyone she meets, clapping along to a rhythm she can't hear and hoping she's keeping proper time. Her inability to understand others beyond the surface level also means that she is rather naive, and uncharacteristically trusting for a Primal Instinct feline; she will usually take a cat's words at face value, even though it may be obvious to others that said cat is lying. The daughter of Funk and Ito, she isn't above using her heritage to an advantage, using her parents' name and fluttering her eyelashes to get what she wants. hunter
sweats this took way longer than i anticipated and it ended up not even being very long at all also ian advised me on which district to put her in so feel free to advise me as well x'D
Peanut rped by Delrowe Funk and Ivorycrown Prince and Iris Peanut is happy to be as small as he is, it allows him to retreat into the shadows when the world becomes too much. He’s not timid, necessarily, but he does not enjoy conversing with just any cat. His size causes others to ridicule him, especially being the son of Funk. He couldn’t deny his lineage even if he tried. He and his siblings were the spitting image of the Nemesis if you don’t look at his eyes. His Bengal fur from Funk, and his bright amber eyes were copied from Ivorycrown. The relationship he has with his father is…strained, to say the least. He resents him, but he would never admit that to any cat. He is a tom of few words but many thoughts. His quiet nature and small stature has led to his uncanny ability to track almost completely silently so that’s where he prefers to spend the majority of his time. Peanut is very serious most of the time, attending to his League duties with vigor and no complaint. When provoked, he has quite the tongue on him and he can quickly spit back venom if he deems it necessary. He has a soft heart for kits, and will most certainly help any in need, no matter his company. He has no desire to lead the League in the future, but he has an expectation to uphold and he will not succumb to his peers’ accusations. kit
LITFAM-CHAN rped by Honeystorm Funk & Tiikeri Pourtheteasis, Yeet, Fetch IT'S LIT, FAM! If there ever was a ball of unending energy that should be harvested to power the world for eternity, it's Litfam. It seems that he's taken after his aunt Foxbane in the sense that one wonders if he's ever actually sleeps, because no one's ever seen it. At best, they catch him dozing, and the next moment he's bounced back up with a manic gleam in his eyes and a chesire grin. His dark blue gaze is endless, lit up with golden and orange firelight flecks that draw the gaze in and capture it, his expressions bold and alluring, or perhaps simply annoying. He's the sort of cat to make up his own slang terms, and kill anyone who doesn't start using it, the first to jump into any situation that would beget him an ounce of fame or fortune. After all, he once heard that twolegs memorialize their own cats on this thing called the 'internet' in the form of 'videos' that allow one to continually rewatch a moment in time. Apparently cats are popular, and Litfam, well, he wants to go viral. Even if the bengal has no clue what that means. Youngling
GRAVEL rped by GidgetJoy Internal Affairs At first glance, a she-cat like her seems almost out of place; a gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell with stunning light hazel eyes. Her body is matted a few scars, but they're always old and faded, never fresh. At second glance, it becomes obvious that she's different from the rest; she carries herself with confidence and pride that would normally be unthinkable for someone of her age and rank. But no one has ever dared try to correct her behavior, and for good reason. Once upon a time, Gravel was known as Gravelstar, leader of Waterclan. Initially isolated by her clanmates for her love of fighting, it was only when her clan was threatened did Gravelshell rise up the ranks with the honor of a true warrior, serving under Phoenixstar as a loyal deputy before taking on the position of leader herself, leading Waterclan for several generations. But after a traitor within Waterclan itself arose and murdered several innocent cats, she swiftly dealt with the problem before stepping down from her position without a second thought. For moons afterward, she stood strong alongside her clan through plague, uprising, and loss, but everyone eventually has a breaking point. When Waterclan was washed away to destruction, for the first time in her life she made the choice to be selfish and put her own family above the clan she had sacrificed so much for. That was what let her and her family to Primal Instinct; the birthplace of the love of Gravel’s life and father of her kits, Lucistic. To most, Gravel appears to be a very solitary and stoic cat, serious and a real stickler for the rules. But those close to her know the truth: she is a passionate and dynamic soul, a cat who puts her heart and entire being into everything she does, and once she makes a decision, she almost never wavers, even if that choice ends up being the wrong one. But above all, she has a caring heart and is willing to go above and beyond to make her home and family happy, even if it means giving up her own life to do so. 3 lives remaining. hunter
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 24, 2020 22:38:54 GMT -5
( Hey look, I'm finally adding the rest of the cats I should have added a while ago, oops. xD )
FLORIAN rped by Honeystorm Punishment A green eyed tuxedo tom with an attitude problem. Thoughtless, sarcastic, the type to throw himself headfirst into something before realizing the implications, his insecurities masked by a show of arrogance. Despite having been long gone from WaterClan, and having no desire to join up with SwiftClan at this current point in time, he still harbors the anger the sickness instilled on him. Hunter
SKYLAR rped by Honeystorm Ambassador The one who thrives on unpredictability. He is an impossibly soft, plush tom with creamy vanilla white fur overlaid with dark gray along his head and spine. Lighter gray silhouettes break up the deep shade like smoke, gray spotting underlining seductive eyes of deep blue, pale silver-blue webbing giving his gaze the appearance of shattered ice. Ebony lace runs up his legs and along his flank, oh so similar to his mother, but so different at the same time, with a plume of a tail that sweeps behind him. Extraordinarily beautiful for such a broken cat, but maybe one day he will overcome his demons. He hates lulls in life, always racing from one moment to the next, and if things are quiet for too long, he gets antsy. Though he tends to fight against injustice, his moral code has been severely corrupted by the League, and who knows what he believes. Hunter
RENAUD rped by Honeystorm Punishment A teeny tiny tom who thinks of himself higher than he can jump. About the size of a three moon old kitten with large amber eyes and fluffy gray and white fur. Arrogant and self centered, he is the sort to like putting others down to make himself feel better, and not even Absum Lux's deity getting eaten can change that for him. He has a god complex, and it's really surprising how much attitude you can fit into a tiny body like this. Hunter
AZAD rped by Honeystorm Internal Affairs A brown tabby with dull, blind blue eyes. Formerly known as Subject One. Once Sayaka died, he chose his own, new, name. He's a salty blind boi, and he'll fight anyone. Hunter
EMIKO rped by Honeystorm Internal Affairs Kotori's daughter, serial killer extraordinaire. A cute little thing with cream colored bengal fur, 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. She's sickly sweet, and if one didn't know her backstory or her father, it's only too, too, easy to think she's just some lost clan cat who didn't know any better. As it so happens, she's a trained healer, and would much, much rather watch cats suffer than help out, and she hopes to make her father proud.
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AKAMU
rped by Honeystorm
Foreign Affairs
Akamu is a large Maine Coon tom with deep copper eyes. He has a white undercoat shaded with a vibrant rust color along his spine that fades as it travels down his body, to his paws which are a pale, creamy shade not unlike the stain blood would leave on a pristine white pelt after the substance has initially been washed away. Taller than even his mother, Sayaka, who never payed him much mind, he certainly has a personality to match. Energetic and boisterous, it's not just his size and coloring that stand out among the colors of the creeping growth and decrepit buildings. He is spirited, and has a tendency to be a bit louder than he should, whether it be his thunderous paws on cracked ground, or split the night with a loud laugh. He can almost always bring a smile to his face for the light-less group and is genuinely kind, though fierce in battle and extremely loyal. Sometimes, despite this, however, he can be misconstrued as vain or of acting superior to others, due largely to the fact he has to physically look down to meet others' eyes, standing well above many of them. But that doesn't matter all that much to him. He lives as he wishes, and what others think is what they think, it hardly concerns him.
A prince, they would call him. Their hope, their future, their guidance. First born son of a faraway city cult—The Subjects of Above—had its positives. The leader, his mother, was very powerful. The members worshipped her almost as much as they worshipped their Gods (of course, nobody could come before their Gods). She revelled in the attention, and as her son, Jacquerie was given the same attention. His siblings, not so much. He was pristine and perfect and so above everyone for so long that his ego never left. After a rebellion in which he helped create, Jacquerie left the Cult in search of something new. His siblings came along. He came to Primal Instinct a distant, easily angered, and threatening force. And threatening was exactly the best way to describe him. He was a large, scarred brown tabby with a glare that could kill on the spot. He was blunt and never afraid to say or do what was on his mind. He could get his paws dirty, for sure. As he thought he was better than everyone, he knew there was no need to get close. A part of him longed for at least some form of a relationship, but of course he was very contained. He wasn’t very patient; his anger always got the better of him. It was an uncontrollable force. All his emotions were like that, and he felt them strongly. hunter
CREEK-CHAN rped by JADIE || FAMILY: BLUE X FUNK E'TAN ; PITTER PATTER-CHAN A grayish brown bengal with stormy gray-blue eyes. Creek is average in size and height although a little on the skinny side. His fur is short and soft but not particularly shiny as often observed in other bengals. In fact, from a distance, he doesn't really even look like a bengal at all, his markings loose, more like ripples than rosettes. In personality, Creek is extremely friendly and personable. He smiles freely and is quick to compliment, but not in the suck-up kind of way, he just has a knack of knowing exactly what you want to hear. Creek is a little bit of a genius who catches on to anything from others' desires to obscure battle strategies with ease. His sharp memory is no doubt thanks having exceedingly intelligent parents, Funk E'tan and Blue. Most cats look at him as a bit of a golden child who has everything. Good looks, a decent pedigree, brains as well as brawn. His heart, however, is empty. He feels abandoned by his parents who are equally there and not there for him. Creek thrives of approval but never got that from those in his life that matters the most. His only way to cope was to detach himself. His smiles do not quite reach his eyes. This is perhaps the reason why he struggles to make true lasting connections with anyone: instead of a few best friends, he's an acquaintance to all. Oh well, it's also a strength in a way, seeing as he doesn't bat an eye to do what many others may consider unthinkable. Blocking one's conscience has its perks, but how long can he keep this up before he cracks? Youngling
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POSTEDMar 23, 2020 3:37:00 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
totally didn’t get a random idea and wanted to make a character for it immediately and impulsively. last one i s w e a r
Name : Larua rped by goldcrest district : Internal Affairs
She remembers blood, lots and lots of blood, but she doesn’t remember any pain. There was snow on the ground, she remembers, but she couldn’t feel the cold even as it froze her siblings. She couldn’t feel the warmth at her rescue. Larua didn’t feel anything, and that never changed. Still, she goes from day to day, mindlessly floating her way through existence in a surreal sort of way. She physically can’t feel, but by whatever god is out there she wants too. She wants to feel everything. From the deepest of wounds to the smallest of scratches. Her mind is all irrational thinking and self-destructive tendencies. Some would call her an adrenaline junkie, she would call herself experimental. Larua is willing to put herself in any situation at all to make her feel, to ensure that she didn’t die that day. Sometimes, she thinks she did. Sometimes, she believes she’s wondering a purgatory she cannot escape from. And being stuck scares her. But she tends to feed off fear.
Larua is an actress, she could be the damsel in distress or the villain in disguise. It all depends on those around her, the people she reads like open books. A smile is always playing on her lips, ranging from playful to sadistic to flirtatious. She’s a mixed bag of emotions, a spinning wheel of moods. She feels a missing piece, somewhere, and tries to fill it with anything she can. Love, mostly, but it always ends up in someone leaving. She fills that hole up with violence as well. She thinks it a fun game, to hurt others, to make them feel everything she can’t. Everything she wants. And at times she can’t control herself. Her light green eyes flash with a devilish delight that, in the dead of the night when she lays awake, she tends to regret. But not enough to stop altogether.
Post by simplylight on Apr 7, 2020 12:16:24 GMT -5
YEET-CHAN
rped by simplylight
Funk E'tan and Tiikeri Litfam, Pourtheteasis, Fetch
One of those sons of Funk E’tan and Tiikeri, Foxbane’s sister. As you can tell, he has some interesting bloodlines and an equally interesting personality. Yeet tends to act recklessly and is constantly throwing around his cares and friend group like it’s no big deal. He also loves to gossip and say things that should maybe not be said out loud. He’s honestly a strange cat, but many are attracted to him for some odd reason. As for appearances, he’s a brown and black bengal tom with light blue eyes. He’s a bit shorter than normal.
Mauvie, for short. Prefers only other Punishers use the nickname. She'll get a bit... Uncomfortable with other Primal Instinct members using it.
rped by disasterB
Punishment
While many within the Punishment district share the same trait, Mauvie's insanity is a bit... Well, insane. She will always carry out the most brutal of tasks given by dearest Innocentia with a smile and skip in her step. Yes, quite literally a skip. She always has an eerily childish-like optimism about everything she does. None have seen her function any differently. During the job of torture, it's not uncommon to hear Mauvaise singing over the shrieks and screams of prisoners. To her, there isn't anything wrong with what she's doing to prisoners. How horrible the punishments are don't click in her mind. Then, emerging from the Dungeon with blood in her fur and a cheery disposition, she'll carry on with her day. No, she won't behave as if the torture didn't happen. Quite the contrary, in fact; she'll go into grisly details if you were ro ask, perhaps only interrupted once or twice with her giggles of glee. Because of this behavior, it's unanimously agreed that Mauvie has a few screws loose, to put it lightly. However, she has shown times of acute observation skills, completely understanding what's going on around her. These instances have, so far, only been prevalent when on the job. Whether it be horrific torture, or guarding a prisoner, Mauvie is keenly aware of her surroundings. However, if she were to be visiting Internal Affairs or Foreign Affairs, she's been known to drift off in her own thoughts, or completely sidetracked by something as mundane as a dust bunny.
When it comes to other Punishers, Mauvaise is very sweet. Almost sickeningly so. And it's genuine, she never means to deceive those in her field of work. Her joy and kindness can quickly become overbearing, though. She won't take it personally if you don't want to talk to her. Probably.
Appearance-wise, Mauvie is a pretty little pale brown tabby she-cat. White paws, feet, underbelly, muzzle, and nose bridge are splashed across her pelt unevenly. Her eyes are wide and deep gold in color. Her fur length falls at medium length.
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I'm hoping the Punishment district positions are still open! As soon as I read up on it, I had the idea for this character.
Post by grimmgoblin on Apr 17, 2020 14:17:14 GMT -5
Mantis RPed by grimmgoblin District: Ambassador District Parents: He never knew his dad, but he was raised by his mom with his brother in the streets of the city. His mother is thought to be deceased now. Siblings: Flintfeather (disasterb’s oc)
A tall scrawny tom with cream fur and splotches of brown on his face, legs, and tail. This cat is easily recognized by his long legs, tattered ears, and bad attitude. Mantis is known for having a bit of a short fuse and some attitude problems, he is quick to anger and even quicker to lash out at any cat who dares test his temper. He was raised in the streets of the city with his brother Flintfeather. He is constantly going on about how he has spent time in “The Slammer” and how horrible that experience was for him. In reality, Mantis spent most of his kit moons in the pound after he was separated from his brother by twolegs. He was easily pushed around by the larger cats and had to learn to defend himself quickly. He only managed his miraculous escape after they left the door to his kennel open. With no idea where his brother was, nor if his mother was still living he decided to go back to the city, the only territory he knew best. When he found Primal Instinct he decided many cats were better than one and decided to join in. He plays by finders keepers rules he learned while locked up and can be caught selling other cats items he just “happened upon” and certainly didn’t stab anyone over. Although he is part of a group he is loyal to nobody, but himself.
CREEK-CHAN rped by JADIE || SIBLINGS: PITTER PATTER & MIZZLE He is cloaked in short, steely taupe fur with black bengal markings. From a distance, though, he doesn't really even look like a bengal at all, his markings loose, more like ripples than rosettes. Creek is built like his father, Funk E'tan, but somehow slimmer, more angular, as if chiseled from stone. Cadet gray eyes display not a single emotion outside of curiosity yet somehow you find yourself getting lost in them. When you first meet Creek, he seems like a friendly, almost dreamy cat. He is passionate about what you are thinking and feeling, so much so that he tends to lead the conversation with a barrage of questions. What you say genuinely interests him and makes you feel important; however, the longer he talks, the more you realize that something isn't quite right with this tom. His comments are unnerving. His questions are becoming too personal. Now he's starting to get a little pushy. He's closing the distance between the two of you with a toothy grin and every single one of your instincts tells you to run away. While he's just as much of a dreamboat as his father, this tom is, well, a bit of a creep. Creek doesn't have a sense of personal space or, perhaps more likely, he intentionally disregards it. He doesn't really care about you at all; to him, you are a valuable specimen, one who holds a potential answer to a mystery. He will do anything to access that information, from winning your heart with his unnatural charm to carving it out of your chest. But don't worry about the pain too much. Creek knows herbs nearly as well as his parents - both of whom are prior and present Shamans - and specializes in anaesthetics.
Post by glowingbirdy on Apr 26, 2020 14:22:43 GMT -5
Socks - Chan
Rped by Glowingbirdy
Parents: Only remembers the name Shade
Siblings: Unknown
Socks-chan is a black-furred kitten with white paws and muzzle. Her bright green eyes almost seem too big for her tiny body, although it doesn’t help that she doesn’t blink very often either. Born in a twolegs home, she was pulled from her mother as soon as she was old enough. The only memory of this mother cat is the name Shade, and green eyes. The Twolegs that owned the home by the city released her and a large dog into the backyard of their home, expecting the dog to tear the kitten apart. In some miraculous twist of fate, Socks-chan lead the dog to a broken piece of the wooden fence, leading to dog to impale itself on the sharp wooden stake. Narrowly escaping death and coated in canine’s blood quite literally scared the fear out of her for good. This kitten doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything anymore, a bright new mind ready to learn anything to be stronger. She was found hunting, then eating a rat the same size of her body. It is not unusual for Socks-chan’s paws to be stained dark red instead of their true white color.
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(this is my first character ever, pls lmk if i need to change something)
Post by ashestoashes on May 5, 2020 13:40:00 GMT -5
FELIX-CHAN rped by ashestoashes An orange tabby cat that has white across his muzzle, throat, chest and stomach with dark orange eyes. The tom doesn't try to find trouble but trouble tends to find him instead, and it doesn't help that he has a sharp tongue and a fiery temper too. Alone in this world he was the only surviving kit born to his parents who would later be killed protecting their young one from savage dogs. It's hard to say what he is thinking most of the time but usually tries to do the best he can in any situation he is put in. Perhaps it is because he was left alone in the world but when he makes a relationship with a cat (may it be friend or mate) he is extremely protective and loyal to them, even going as far as taking on bigger foes and backing them up in situations (even if they were wrong about something.) Simply put you would rather be his friend than his foe, for if he has to he will put you down. Youngling
Verne roleplayed by achromatic Foreign Affairs siblings: Niamh (RPed by Ian when they add her) If fools run in where angels fear to tread, then Verne is the greatest fool of all. Reckless to a fault with a bravery few can match, she's constantly waiting for a 'dare you' to jump into the unknown. A scrappy little cat, her long furs carry the strange scent of a foreigner. This calico–with her ginger and tabby grey fur–came from the loch where Herne once hunted with her sister, Niamh. Before arriving here, she had lived many lives, from sailing the seas upon a ship to wandering the forests where they once said monsters roamed. Verne has an imagination that she constantly finds herself wading through, a deep ocean of thoughts and ideas and possible futures that sometimes cloud her vision of reality. While she never hesitates to rise up to any challenge, she also rarely thinks in ulterior motives. Her golden eyes only shine with truth, however blunt it may be. She's not the manipulative type–too bad at lying to do that, her sister would say–but she's willing to go to lengths to get what she wants. Still, that doesn't make her all friendly and innocent. They say she and her sister left their birth village because they made a deal with the devil. Even now, no one really knows their story, only bits and pieces of it, and she's happy to keep it that way. She's constantly on the edge of the unknown, staring out into a world, ready to begin. The mountains ahead may be the challenges to come, but she's ready to take the very first step.
