Niamh
rped by ian
Foreign Affairs
A chameleon who made a deal with the devil that led to a transformation that brought her to Primal Instinct. She'd tell you it was all by chance that the winds of transformation brought her sister and her to the League, but she'd only tell you that because she likes to tell cats what they like to hear. This amuses her, as her personality shape-shifting allows her to enter the minds of those around her, metaphorically speaking. She makes you want to do things, things you wouldn't have otherwise even thought of. She's inspires you to change, for better or for worse, to meet her needs. In that way, she is almost hypnotic. She can bend others to her will, and she knows how to get what she pleases without keeping her own claws sharp. Smart cats that know whats best for them tend to avoid her. They are wise enough to break free of her enchantment. She finds these cats boring, but the shifty feline cannot have it all, can she? Luckily for her, she lives in a world of fools, and more cats than not step just a little too close to the fire of transformation that is Niamh. A chaotic type, she always has her paws in the pot, but she'll never be found in the kitchen the moment the floodwaters come. Niamh is the sister to Verne, and the only feline that truly understands the amber eyed calico is the other feline who shared her origin story. She would die for her sister, which leaves her always at Verne's beck and call. Some days, this is a good thing. Others, well, let's just say Niamh's love of chaos pairs nicely with her sister's unique charm.
Hunter

ya she'll get a rewrite once i have a grasp on her character but for now

Circe
rped by JADIE // INTERNAL AFFAIRS
Cloaked in black pinstripes with a silverpointe base, where most cats are pink she is black or gray, giving her a sinister, undead quality. Tufts of black fur edge to tip of each ear but otherwise her fur is short and coarse like the pelt of a dog. She has an athletic build but is oddly proportioned: her back is too flat, her legs and tail too long. Her most dramatic feature is her hawk yellow eyes, loud and distracting like twin bolts of lighting, and just as likely to paralyze. Enchanting and sly, Circe is a cat with many toms surrounding her, most of whom seem to disappear without any warning, only for an animal of some sort to show up in their place. Rumor has it she turns her enemies, and any cat who offends her, into the animals that she appears to have tamed. She carries around a small stick, which cats presume is the source of her supposed 'powers.' When asked directly about the fates of "boyfriends" she usually just smirks and says something cryptic, like "I tend not to look back. It’s confusing." Circe is not known for cruelty but neither is she known for kindness. A cat with no conscience, she recognizes suffering but makes no effort to end it. She lives her life by a mysterious code that not even those closest to her understand.
Hunter

Freya
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
Ambassador
Bloodlines forgotten and lost to time. The blood of clans that have fallen and faded away like dust on the breeze. The frosted blue gaze shifting from the darkness of the sea to the light of a glacier. In the center fading in a pale copper ring near her pupil. A pale pink heart shaped nose is one of her defining features on her feminine pointed face. Her face, body, limbs and long tail are decorated in shaggy fur giving her the appearance of a battle worn soldier. Her fur is ice dipped in fiery swirls. Faded ginger marking on her face and limbs looking like war paint. Her frame is slender, tall standing upon long legs like the Savannah blood of the Crowclan Leaders that hum through her heritage. She is the last remaining descendant of Metra E’tani the founder of Primal Instinct. A fact that isn’t well known and one that she keeps mainly to herself. Along with her grandmother Metra, the blood of many great Nemesis roar through her veins. Many of her relatives have held high ranking officials within the League holding Shaman, Mage, Warden,Deacon, Proxy, and Assassin Positions. She was born in the League to a single mother. Her father had died before she was born. Her time in the League was short lived, because she was forced to grow up as a rogue most of her young adult life. Being a rogue taught her many lessons. How to become a nameless face that could disappear in the night. It also taught her how to be a survivor. How to play the game of life to ensure her survival. Something she has been running from since her birthday. The death of her siblings, parents and many family members weigh on her shoulders. She is the fiery shadow that walks the empty alleyways. Demanding respect from rogues that’s question her and the ones that she took in as small kittens. Giving them a life and a way to survive. She is an actor and her life is the stage. She takes pride in her performance and will put on as many masks to manipulate others to ensure her survival. She is selfish and doesn’t seem to care about others unless it is for her own personal gain. The only ones that seem to steal her heart are her precious hounds. Young kittens she snatched out of their beds and away from their mothers. Ones hand chosen by her and hand raised by her in an abandoned junkyard. She is the master of these many hounds. Convincing them to go her bidding and in turn she gives them an equal reward. A home, food, a life worth living then their horrid backstories.


Akatosh
rped by Turtlenoir
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

Einheria
rped by Turtlenoir
Punishment 
A ghostly white snow Bengal she-cat. Her eyes are a deep violet a trait from her mother Soigne’s side of the family. Her beautiful eyes come with a price. Her vision hazy and lacking, unable to see distances she learned 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. While she was once Resident she wasn’t happy. She learned to thrive in the Punishment District. Threatening to experiment and poison on the prisoners that are deemed difficult. While she has vision problems, she loves to wander to the distant lands of the clans. Not conforming to being apart of the Punishment District. 
Hunter

Matrixes
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
internal Affairs 
A picture of elegance and class. Picture perfect short sleek ivory fur. Grey and brown tabby markings adding personality to his evening coat. His indigo colored eyes are a trademark that link him to the powerful lineage of Indy. Being the son of the Nemesis he had a reputation to uphold. He became a great actor as he grew up. Learning to be kind to the important ones. He is rude to the lesser ones on the pecking order. Not afraid to speak his mind and having no filter. His mouth can sometimes get him in trouble with the wrong crowd. He grew up believing Micah was his father. He respected and looked up to the tom for guidance. His siblings are Quarel, Indigo, Sonnet, and Doree.
Hunter

Mephesito 
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
Ambassador
Hatred for others slowly can corrupt the soul. While it may corrupt the soul Mephisto lives and breaths hate for others. Many would chalk it up as him growing up with his father Deal being absent from his life. Or his mother Savannah being a Proxy at the time of his birth causing her to leave her litter to the Spies of the nursery. Mephisto how ever doesn't believe this. He believes that he was born with hatred being already apart of him. While most find comfort in family Mephisto doesn't not find comfort in his family. At the time of his birth two other litters fathered by Deal were born in the Primal Instinct nursery through Katie and Supernova. With each litters birth being in close proximity to each other. They were raised in the nursery together by their mothers. Turning the nursery into shark infested waters. Each litter competing to be the better litter. This allowed Mephisto's hatred for his family to grow. When he was a trainee and his brother Azmodan was dying at his paws from poison. Instead of jumping to help his littermate he just stood there. When his younger look-alike littermate Duriel became a Deacon. His jealousy for his younger brother grew. Leading to him rebelling and leaving the league. Through his moons as a rogue he was able to father a single daughter name Thana. During the short reign of Lazarus E'tanMephisto rejoined the League and hooked up with Seraphina Song.
Hunter

Neotelos
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
internal Affairs
'Neo-tell-us' it didn't not take long for his name to become a inside joke where any of his siblings would use his name as a play on words as his name sounds like someone asking 'Neo, tell us'. When he attempts to explain or speak there always someone who says "Yes, Neo-tell -us all about ..." His didn't even leave kittenhood before he became sick of that joke. If his name sounds made up then you'd be completely right - it was made up and his name is the combination of 'Neo' and 'telos' literally Greek meaning 'new end'. Well where to being with this mini enigma? For starters, he likes collecting bones. Any kind of bones, for they are the only thing that 'survives' death. Some bones even seem to be too big to be from a bird or any 'normal' kind of prey but he insists everything he finds are just the poor remains left exposed to the harsh elements, re-purposed by him to be visual decor of his nest. His own personal goal is to one day find a cat skull and add on to his collection, probably until someone gets sick of his hoarding and tell him to get rid of it all but he's likely to only listen to the Nemesis. He has a 'tame' obsession with death and could begin a conversation on how death is purifying and invincible, and so on. Not everything he does revolves around the concept of death, he will however, advocate how misunderstood it is and death is nothing to fear, yet even he is not so eager to be 'terminated' either. Death is merely one of many changes, just more permanent and signal no turning back. The ending to one story, can pick off as the beginning of the next. It isn't necessarily so literal either, as it often brings renewal, a time of significant transformation, change and transition. Death is merely a teacher to let go, and to move forward, to break away from harm and go across into the positive frontier. Neotelos is the connoisseur of the inner mind, he has a pretty clear view of how things works and is fascinated with the things he doesn't understand like any type of mental abnormalities as simple as OCD. Neotelos has a knack for picking up on other cats's "auras" and while he doesn't mean to be rude, he can't ignore a sad soul and will places himself in other people's business with the intention to give them the push forward they need, but he isn't enough then he shall leave them to wallow and pull themselves out of despair. Neotelos is selfless, he has a heart, but he keeps it as detached as possible, perhaps influenced by being brought into the world in such a mess of a 'family' considering both parents want nothing to do with any of them and have no intention of actually having to raise them. This 'family' deteriorated before it even had a chance. Neotelos likes to think he's pretty sane and well-rounded compared to other PI cats and the most mature, stoic, neat, and even a little proper. He even occasionally tries to make an effort to make them more . . . 'family-like' but mostly in vain. His relationship with his father is as distance as expected, they never would've talked at all if it wasn't for the fact he was genuinely concerned Adelaide has no desire to raise them or be attached at all - funny how it's fine for him to be that way and such a game-changer when the mother isn't. Perhaps this is all the start of a new beginning? Their talk is small and seem more of acquaintances than father-son. His connection with his mother is much more complex and strained. Neotelos is one of 27cats based on the Tarot cards; his card is Death. His parents are Uta (of PI) and Adelaide (of PI). His littermates are Noose, Equilibrium, Bondage, and Crisis. (written by Shadowblade~Moss~sky)
Hunter

Noose
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
Punishment
While his littermate Neotelos is mature, neat, and proper. Noose is very much so his opposite. He joined his others siblings Equilibruim, Bondage, and Crisis in the mocking of their littermate's name Neotelos. It was actually Noose who started the "Neo-tell-us" joke amongst the littermates. He is a chaotic wild fire that will burn you if you get too close. He very much so suffers from commitment issues similar to his father Uta. While his struggles stay committed to almost every thing in his life he at the same time struggles to let things go after he finally commits. Leaving him to become a victimof his own personal struggles. His connection to his siblings is his dark brown tabby pelt. His connection to his father is his dark rich amber eyes.
Hunter

Tatlia
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
Ambassador
"I don't want your broken lullabies, your burdened dreams. I have my own curses, and you have only uncovered the beginning."Her siblings, Tansy and Thyme may be twins, but this she-cat is Thyme's polar opposite. He suffers from staying up, hallucinating from a lack of sleep but unable to put his troubled mind to rest because of thoughts of fire that dance through his head. She envies his problems though, because in her eyes she struggles more than him. It's difficult to stay up for her, always being lethargic and wishing for the sweet embrace of rest. Yet she has wishes to be the best of them all, dreams of conquering the world with her unlimited power. There's no way to gain that strength while she is asleep through it all. Even if the small she-cat wanted to stay up, her mind shuts itself down. Without control, she can be up and running one moment and asleep the next. She's narrowed her problem down to one cause though; stress. Whenever her heart begins to race, her eyes begin to close. This doesn't bode well for her hopes to be stronger than the rest. Even if she was stronger, what use would it be if the moment she steps into a battle field she falls asleep? She's not blind to why she carries this burden though, as unfair as she sees it. She was born to an ex-medicine cat, of whom ran from her duties once finding that she was carrying kits. Hazel. As much as she wants to love her mother, she also blames her and is much less forgiving than her other siblings. Hazel has clearly stated to her that Starclan has cursed her siblings and her because of their mother's deed of running from her duties. As for her father, his name was Desolate. She met him when she was young, and at first was fearful but warmed up to him. Yet she didn't get to know him long, and even now can barely remember his face. When Duriel was still deacon before his rise to nemesis, he took a rather normal hunting patrol out. Among the patrol was Desolate, Gravity and Pact. Four toms left camp, and only Duriel returned alive claiming that they had been attacked by rouges. She hates when anyone tells that story, shivering at the thought that rouges could take away those that seemed so strong. Yet she lives on, trying to conquer her weakness of sleep. Unlike the rest of her siblings, she is more hyper aware of where they are. She knows that those here don't mind ripping the weak to shreds, and that they see her family as very weak. She acts like the older one for all of them. The defender. Yet if she's the voice of the family, it seems like a very weak voice as well. Her siblings are Poppy, who has anxiety, Comfrey, who tends to injure himself more than others, Juniper, who always tends to be the sick one of the bunch, Willow, who doesn't seem cursed on first appearance until she stumbles from blurred vision, Tansy who probably has the least of the damage by just being unable to tell a lie, Thyme who is Tatlia's polar opposite with insomnia and Peppina who has abrupt moments of being unable to breathe. They're all named after herbs because of their mother's past with medicine. To her, it feels like a lash to the face considering that's why they're all troubled in the first place. As for why Tatlia and her sister, Peppina have non-traditional herbs as their names, there's a special reason. Their mother is a pure breed of what two-legs apparently call Chartreux. Yet she has green eyes, which for some reasons two-legs dislike in that breed. Tatlia has copper eyes, and Peppina has golden eyes which is much more acceptable to the breed. This, of course, means that Hazel was once a kitty-pet which is why the story behind their names often goes untold. It was so long ago, and Hazel was so young that the only memory she has is being spared from being killed, instead released into the wild. Since the pair has much more traditional eyes, and the common blue pelts, Hazel decided to name them after herbs that only Primal Instinct uses as a way to look past all of their pasts and into the future. Yet, even then, Tatlia doesn't see a bright future.
Hunter

ZANDER
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
Punishment
A mixture of his mother Adanna and his father Liam . He is a knight, a warrior of Primal Instinct. He is forever loyal to the place of his birth. His armor of choice is his thick short fur. That is grace with a light tan color decorated with a beautiful chocolate leopard pattern. His eyes are dark and stunning and take on the hue of warm honey. His weapon of choice are his massive paws decorated with deathly dagger like claws. He has the heart of a lion and the strength of a tiger. He is large muscular frame. He is protective of his siblings and won't let anyone mess with them. He is the closest to his brother Liam Jr.
Hunter

OZAKAR
roleplayed by Turtlenoir
Foreign Affairs
When your mother is the Shaman, your aunt is the Nemesis, Uncle is the Assassin, and your other aunt is one of the four Proxies. League members no matter what age learned to respect him. While probably mostly in fear Ozakar gives them many reason on why they should respect him. Always proving his family and the League his worth to society. More so his mother Raelynn than his uncle or aunts. While he grew up surrounded by the other kits in the nursery clowning around each day learning valuable social skills. He was shut out by his mother and sister Piroska. Each morning shoved outside to allow his sister time to learn the ways of being a Mage. Each day only adding fuel to the jealous fire that burned under his dark sandy leopard pelt. His sage green eyes only growing colder as the moons and seasons passed.
Hunter

added up to here

STYX
Played by Ian
Punishment
Daughter of Nightwish and Lux, a furry mostly black she-cat with one spot of white just below her left eye. In Greek mythology, Styx is a deity and a river that guards the boundaries between life and death. It appears that this she-cat is quite the same as her namesake, as she has always felt called to the work of the Punishment District, the district that in her mind determines who lives and who dies. Of course, this isn't to say she does it happily; Styx often appears bored, or at least somewhat uninterested in her work. Still, she does it every day, her eternal calling. Styx is loyal to this calling, just as she is unendingly loyal to causes that she feels are worthy. Still, as her name suggests, she has a somewhat hateful vein to her. Not always outwardly so, but the work she does demands it.
Hunter

FUNK(?)
Rped by Honeystorm
Idk, throw them wherever, I guess, lol.
And identical copy of the Nemesis in almost every way. Though, this clone certainly seems to have gotten some extra special genes, as indicated by their eyeliner and slightly more youthful aesthetic. Truly, it's near impossible to tell the difference, as they bear even the same scar across the throat. The only real telltale sign is the shimmery gold paint drawn into the notable water zodiac of the SunClanners. Given their similarities, from looks to knowledge, the lines blur, and it's uncertain whether this feline is simply Funk playing a copy of himself, a collective figment of the imagination, or a far more sadomasochistic cat of some relation to the tom.

Hamlin
rped by cleaver
Ambassador
Pale as a ghost with dark rings under his eyes — Jezi’s quirky young son is quiet when lanky like his father. His thin white coat is patchy from his constantly itching, a nervous tick, an absent gesture, and a habitual need to scrape away the grime from his pelt and pull the bugs out from his skin. When he was a young trainee he wandered alone as a rogue and contracted a terrible case of ticks, and even moons later he still obsessively checks his ears and grooms his coat for any signs of the tiny parasites. He couldn't bear to continue living alone with a group, so he returned to the League, but he has never tried very hard to fit in with the mad monsters that live there and he's always ready to run. He has few attachments and no possessions, a drifter at heart, and he has a feeling some of his fellow hunters might turn on him when they discover his distaste for unnecessary death and blood. Lyn often finds it easy to keep other cats away: they get annoyed by his scratching, but his fleeting attention, by his vehement rejections of physical contact. He isn't even close with his siblings - Magnolia, Cason, and Haisley - or parents - Jezebelle and Akatosh - anymore, and he only spends as much time with them as necessary to retain the protection of Foxbane.

Hunter

VALENTE-CHAN
rped by JADIE || SIBLINGS: ALCINIA, STEPHANO, LUCIANNA, MICHELE, & ROSALIA
Angelic, if an angel's wings had been torn off and replaced with jet black copies. Waves of ivory fur cloak this tom accented with inky black points on his face, ears, paws and tail. Midnight wings race up his front legs feathering out just past his shoulder blades. His paws are all white as well as his tail tip and he has the most intense cobalt blue eyes - It’s easy to get lost within them. Sweet to a fault, and the most helpful of the litter, Valente often forgoes his own duties to help others, especially his siblings, with their schemes. This is something many often take advantage of, but, little do they know, he keeps each and every favor done, and, one day, intends to cash in. Despite seemingly ignoring his own work, Valente’s soldiers seem utterly terrified to even utter his name, whispering of unspeaking horrors he seems to have done. Regardless, he brings in surprising wealth, dealing more in knowledge, torture, and blackmail than his more violent siblings. He’s a sweet-talker and can convince almost anyone to be his friend, although, truthfully, he’s only in it for himself
Youngling

added to here <3