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MALEAH-CHAN Parents: Unknown Siblings: Saza, Veneta, and Arker Bitterness. Sour taste that is left in your mouth. This is what most experience when interacting with Maleah. This dark grey she-cat is not one many tend to mess with. She holds an air of danger around her when she approaches and does not play well with others. Do or die. That is the code she lives by and has been fighting to survive since she was born. Maleah was brought to Primal Instinct with her siblings by Shina. They were found in an old and rotting sewer drain and given a second chance at life. One that Maleah does not intend to waste. She is an ambitious she-cat and faces everything that comes her way head-on and with claws extended. She is very temperamental and has a sour attitude that most steer clear of. And for good reason too. She is the type that will smile to you face and then sink her claws into your back when you turn away. Her pale grey eyes are calculating and deadly, like her fighting style. In battle, she practically a killing machine as she fights with efficiency and deadly accuracy. One thing is for sure, you never turn you back on Maleah. You might not be left alive if you do. Youngling
VENETA-CHAN Parents: Unknown Siblings: Saza, Maleah, and Arker An eternal optimist. Veneta's saccharine and charming disposition makes her seem the odd one out at first glance. Especially in a place like this. However, her infectious charm and disarming innocence is like the lure of a siren's song. She would often argue that one does not have to be inherently brooding or sour to be vicious. She is transparent and can be brutally honest, but in a way that makes her seem trustworthy. Which, of course, she is, if she likes you. Veneta wears her emotions like a glimmering cloak, radiating with passion and intensity. She can also be trusting to a fault. Yes, though she herself can be manipulative and quite vicious, her positivity and optimistic nature can make her naive at times. Youngling
Dr. Pickles (Pickles) rped by phantom Punishment Dr. Pickles is not your average looking feline, as a Devon Rex his pelt is short and patchy with a curly texture, mostly cream colored his face and ears bare a darker ginger that encircles powder blue eyes. Only adding to his unique appearance is the baby blue knit sweater that he wears, it is as if it is a part of him since no one has ever seen him without it. Be careful not to get it dirty though, if you wish to know why then go ahead and see what happens. Pickles did not always reside in Primal Instinct, while he has lived there for a majority of it, his life actually started in twoleg place. That's right, he was born as a kittypet though if you ask him he will tell you that he was sent there mistakenly and his true home has and always will be where he is now. He gets his thrills from playing with others, feeds off of their fear. Never let his outward looks fool you, if you think you can best this tom then I suggest you prepare yourself for the worst before hand, he spares little to no feelings for his toys if it isn't related to their misery. It isn't only others pain that he seems to enjoy though, it is his own as well, he is always keen for a good fight if it leaves him bruised and battered. Hunter
LITTON-CHAN roleplayed by blessmyskull Parents: Unknown Siblings: Enno and Tayte The Assassin. Being slight in stature and born dwarf has its perks. This short-haired dark grey tom is stealthy and quick in speed, using it to his advantage. Litton uses his small size and speed to be faster and more deadly to his opponents in battle. His needle-sharp claws are quick to cut the throats of many of his victims and his stealth allows him to do it all without being noticed. He is quiet in nature and highly observant, having the best advantage point to spy. With pale green eyes that see everything, nothing slips by him. He has a quiet demeanor, but do not let it fool you as he is just as fierce and terrifying as his siblings. Others tend to overlook and not notice the small tom and that is their biggest mistake. Litton was brought to Primal Instinct with his litter after being found abandoned in a dark and unsavory alleyway. Growing up in the group, he has had to fight hard to survive as he Is the smallest of his siblings, but there is a reason he survived. As they always say, the silent ones are the deadliest Youngling
Cornelius rped by Jetclaw Foreign Affairs This big ginger tom takes greatly after his mother Crimsonrose, while having the golden eyes of his father, if he'd met him to learn this fact. This tom is the fiercest and biggest of the litter and now serves as a bodyguard of sorts for his sister Elyon upon his return. He got taken by Twolegs for a bit, as they thought him a soft fluffy potential kittypet but they couldn't contain this beast. Now back in the league his short temper and aggression is on full display, fortunately his sister has plenty of targets for him to get his aggression out. Hunter
Complicated is a good word for hard conversations or thoughts you don't want to spend time with. From birth Loelia's life was complicated, complicated that was her fathers favorite word. She didn't develop in the womb properly and was much more premature than the rest of her siblings. Not only that, but her entire body was paralyzed. Her mother wanted to end her suffering when the road to recover was likely a long and painful one, but her father wanted her alive. That was too hard of a concept to tell a tyke like her so her birth was complicated, no need to get into anything further. When she was able to move more and became paralyzed from the waist down the adults recognized they would need to hold her back, possibly forever if she wasn't able to walk properly. Renegade Regime's camp was one of the most massive camps out of all of the clans because it filled the entirety of their territory, walking was a necessity. So when she was told she would become a veteran, not a cadet like the rest of her siblings things were complicated. But when Sentinel Sean brought her along to play a prank on Primal Instinct cats she met Creek-chan. He found her interesting, wanted to study her, no one ever found any emotion for her outside of pity, they never found any wonder in her before. Loelia-tyke managed to return to Creek and although he was young he was already a shaman. He agreed to take her in, but she knew things would be complicated. There were stairs, there were cruel cats, there was tough expectations. Everything Creek wanted to do and talk about was complicated, but he never used that word and left the topic alone. Everything was complicated now, but nothing was kept simple for her. She almost misses how simple the Regime kept her life, but she loves that although things are complicated things are explained to her, not watered down. She hopes that someday Creek will be able to help her walk, but for now she has a long road ahead with a lot of expectations, and a lot of complications. But she's looking forward to the journey. Loelia is a black she-cat with thinned out fur along her face and along patches of her body. Her fur is very wiry, not smooth, but rough and not at all dense. She has gorgeous violet eyes like her mother.
Ichi rped by Jetclaw Internal Affairs The head of the three golden brothers, Ichi is the first born, the defacto ring leader of the trio. In his mind he would be truly dangerous if he wasn't stuck keeping Ni and San in line with his glorious plots. Ichi is a little taller than his brothers, he has golden fur and a lighter gold belly and a white tipped tail. He has a scar on his right shoulder. Hunter
Ni rped by Jetclaw
Punishment The middle child of the three golden brothers. The second born, and chaos incarnate (in his own words). Ni just wants to see things go crazy. An anarchist who loves to see things go tumbling down. His brothers keep him in check most of the time. Like his brother Ichi he has golden fur, a lighter gold belly and his left ear has a big nick in it. Hunter
San rped by Jetclaw
Foreign Affairs The last of the three golden brothers. The baby of the trio. San isn't the best fighter or the sharpest in the plans. But he has an unorthodox way of going about things, and a way of endearing himself to everyone he meets. San has golden fur, a lighter golden belly, and white paws. He's more easily told apart from his brothers by a much sweeter expression on his face. Hunter
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Sev rped by ian Punishment A small white she-cat with pale grey patches staggered along her spine and framing her face. Her eyes are the palest of blue, like water that has been lightly frozen over. Sev is a pain in the tail most of the time, mostly because her brilliance doesn't make her god complex any more tolerable. Arrogant to a fault, but incredibly capable of doing her job at any cost. Morals mean nothing to her, and she's far more interested in chaos than she is in peace. Little is known about her, and she likes to keep it that way. One day she just sort of... showed up, and the air of mystery that surrounds her as cats try to figure her out does little to choke her ego. She can be incredibly charming, but those who trust her often find themselves burned. Hunter
Petrichor rped by pseudo Foreign Affairs Petrichor – The smell of the first rain after a long period of dry warmth. Such a poetic name for the embodiment of quite the opposite. A hopeless optimist with a cynical sense of humor – Petrichor often serves as nothing more than comic relief or extra muscle. The mass of tan fluff brings new light to the “dumb but big” concept with his lack of will to show his depth. With a flare for a secretive lifestyle, the tom often keeps his personal life to himself, preferring that his conversations consist of cheap jokes and kitty-pool depth. Petrichor is wildly loyal despite a disinterested front he maintains in front of friends and strangers alike. He is quick to jump when he finds himself in a position where he is to protect another, but he'll be reluctant to hold a conversation later. Hunter
CARAMELCREAM rped by JADIE || FAMILY: MISTYROSE & SPARROWFLIGHT || Captured by Funk when she and her parents were passing through League territory Caramel cream fur cascades down this she-cat's hourglass figure like a river of brown sugar and cinnamon swirls. Her eyes are greener than the planet in an almost other-worldly way and certainly leave an impression. Caramelcream is a truly massive she-cat although she is more tall than wide. Her WinterClan ancestry graces her pelt with billowy, cushion-like fur that makes her look twice her actual size even when laying flat. While not a conventional beauty, her personality and fluff surely turns heads, and any cat who isn't intimidated by the whirlwind that is Caramelcream would describe her as "cute" and "adorable." She loves just about everything and everyone but has zero impulse control. She’s what she would call a go getter, someone who goes after what she wants while still glowing inside and out like a mini sun. You can't not like her but you actively find yourself avoiding her. She also might have a touch of ADHD as you might find her a tad bit hyper as well as teetering from one subject to the next. She also has short term memory loss, which certainly does not help. Her mother tries to get her to shut up by medicating her, but, much to Mistyveil’s tireless hours of research, nothing seems to work on her as she proves to be her mother’s eternal hell with her non stop imagination and talkative nature. She was born in WinterClan as Evegreenwreath, successfully initiated into SunClan where she earned the name Caramelcream and presently serves the League as one of its most willing prisoners. PRISONER
LOUELLA rped by JADIE || FAMILY: LORAH Tall and slim, with an angular face, upturned eyes and the most elegant medium-length fur. Louella’s cinnamon classic tabby stripes stand out bold and brilliant against her cream-colored pelt. She has a freckling of dusty-brown fur across her nose bridge just below her large, pale blue eyes. Bred to be beautiful, Louella was born to a kittypet show-cat but plucked not long after birth by Lorah. She spent her formative moons in Primal Instinct but was stolen yet again and moved to the Renegade Regime before she was six moons old. She couldn’t have been there a full moon before she found herself in WinterClan’s prisons, although in time her release was negotiated, and she returned to the Regime once more. But the cards were still not in her favor. Xuxa, an exile, attacked her without warning, hideously scarring her for life. Louella should have died. At one point, she had wished for it. There isn’t a limb on her body that is free from defects. The only steady element she had had her whole life was her beauty and now that was gone. However, after her recovery, a fire ignited beneath her, a new passion, a new strength. Be it nerve damage or familiarity, pain is no longer her enemy… and she has no problem inflicting it upon others. Back at home in the League, she placed herself in the Punishment District and now spends her days making cats suffer. Louella is brutal, blunt and sarcastic, a true fire-cracker, who says it how it is and expects you to deal with it... and her razor sharp claws are very persuasive. PUNISHMENT HUNTER
CREEK rped by JADIE || FAMILY: Funk E'tan, Blue, Mizzle Creek has short, steely taupe fur with loose black bengal markings. His spots’ patterns are more like ripples than rosettes, hence his aquatic name. He is built like his father, Funk E'tan, large, slim, handsome, although he has his mother, Blue’s, intense stormy blue eyes. Even-tempered, he treats all cats the same, regardless of the reason that brings them to his den. A leaguemate with a cough is healed with just as much urgency as a wounded enemy Warrior. Creek isn’t just helping out of the goodness of his heart, though. No, he is doing it to learn. More about the feline body, more about other cats’ lifestyle, more about, well, anything at all. He has a thirst for knowledge - especially related to twoleg technologies - and goes through great lengths to make the unknown known. It’s not like he keeps his ambition a secret. Creek is always transparent about what he is doing and is happy to explain his motivations to those who ask… although hardly any do, and he’s fine with that, too. Creek is extremely mellow, especially for Primal Instinct standards. Few have seen him truly angry and few can say that he has angered them. Creek gives off the illusion that he is above the chaos of the League, but there are times when that darkness does stir, particularly if you have something that he wants. He believes that there are things worth trading life for and is prepared to make the sacrifice when the time comes. SHAMAN
WRENLY-CHAN rped by STARK RAVING MAD Tanned brown fur with brown stripes across her front legs, and tail. She has a single brown stripe going down from her forehead to between her eyes with brown ears and blue lagoon eyes. She has a white chest, chin, and two white front paws. Blending between the brown and white is a gorgeous golden hue shimmering like light filtering through clouds. Wrenley is a homebody, preferring to relax most of her life away rather than doing any kind of work. She’s happy she has the blue ribbon and would much rather serve the league by producing kits than doing anything that requires work, much like her mom prefers. Like her mother she has a great spiritual connection, capable of understanding omens thanks to her mother's teachings as well as a natural understanding towards the supernatural. Despite seemingly having her life figured out she couldn’t be more insecure about her life. Sure she would love to be lazy, but she also doesn’t want to give up her first born to Innocentia. She has a need to keep everything in her life in control, this means hunting for her own prey, afraid of relationships and feeling emotions that she’s not ready to cope with. Innocentia can sense Wrenley’s resistance which is why she was forced to be in the punishment district so Innocentia could keep closer tabs on her. Despite this Wrenley enjoys being a part of the punishment district, for once she has control over others and has a sadistic glee in deciding other people’s pain against their wills reflecting her suffering onto them. Youngling
AMBERLYNN-CHAN rped by PHANTOM An auburn furred she-cat with one dim almost grey eye and one sparkly blue eye. Amberlynn believes she knows everything about the world before she’s hardly even explored it. She has quite the imagination to make sense of just about anything she doesn’t understand how to put logic towards. That’s probably how she’s remained sane despite being trained and demanded to hunt and kill cats only for them to be eaten by Innocentia. Amberlynn craves for a normal life and finds the whole “hunt and kill thing” to be a real bummer and a waste of her time. But hey, anything to not get eaten. Amberlynn’s not the brightest of her litter, she once attempted to eat the shell of a snail arguing that if a snail had meat and was edible so was the shell. parents | Mistyrose, Sparrowflight Youngling
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 15, 2020 18:54:42 GMT -5
added to here. will edit this with bios of my own in case i lose them xD
Lorelei Manina rped by strawberrycupid || Punishment Hunter
The horn that signals the end or the beginning, depending on which side you're on. Cloaked in a pelt that intertwines the deep black of hatred and the blooming red of blood wraps her frame, Small strips of white humanity peaking out on her back and legs. Standing tall and lean, she stares at the world through one Emerald green eye that flashes copper and a void black that bleeds red. ripped away from her mother at birth, she miraculously survived along with her two siblings despite the constant abuse thrown at them from their captors. Lorelei always had a mouth on her, and her tongue was threatened to be ripped from her mouth on numerous occasions. Finally, her and her brother managed to escape, leaving their sister behind cause they couldn't get to her in time. After managing to survive on their own, the two separated, and she traveled on her own for a few moons before being saved from a badger by Senescence. Lorelei would never forget that display, a wondrous dance of gore and shadow. It touched her in a way nothing had for a very long time, and she quickly attached herself to the blood and shadow she-cat. Given the name Lorelei Manina, for her attitude and song, she was brought to the League where she quickly flowered. A warlike siren, she sings a deadly tune. Constantly looking for trouble and always finding it, she plays with fire and loves getting burned. She can lure anyone in with playful words and addictive personality, but like a siren she'll only lead you to destruction. Any feelings for anyone are brief and fleeting, it won't be long until she gets bored and finds someone new to play with. The cycle will repeat, and the performance will begin again. Just be sure to close your ears before or else you'll find yourself next.
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Sioux rped by strawberrycupid || Foreign Affairs Hunter
Her name means little fang, and it's clear why she got that name the moment you meet her. Plush black fur adorn her, undertones of auburn lining every hair. Once a shy and quirky she-cat of Nightclan, she moved here with her siblings to be closer with their father, Lux. While she was the most unsure, she quickly grew accustomed to it, and thriving in her job as a Hunter for the Foreign Affairs district. From the moment she enters a room, she draws all the attention to her, presence like a bite that doesn't let go. Even when she doesn't want to, it's so easy to stare after her. Her words are giddy but sharp enough to get her point across, and sometimes strong enough to start up the tidal wave a crowd means. A little on the ditzier side, she's come to almost obsess over twolegs and all the stuff they have. Not that she has any inclination of becoming a kittypet. Much like her old self, she loves a good mystery and will try to solve anything no matter how simple or obvious it may be.
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Rosalia-chan rped by strawberrycupid || Youngling
The Skinwalker "Feel the fear and swallow back the tears, let weakness disappear" They move about light a whisper on the breeze, aloof and mysterious. Some days they take on a more masculine persona, some days more feminine, and yet others, you couldn't tell if you tried. With the fluidity of their gender comes similar attitudes towards names, pasts, and the like. They can be anyone you could imagine, and thanks to thick white fur, they can color themselves to match. Only their eyes remain the same throughout it all, earning them their title of Skinwalker. though this is just one aspect of their art, as they will "Rosalia-ize" anything they touch. while one of the more eccentric of the gang, they can be one of the more heartless too. who they hurt and slander is never a concern for them. cause that ends up part of the fun.
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Venti rped by strawberrycupid || Enforcer
There's no purpose in life other than to live it. But not for Venti. He started out as bright as the sun, rich orange and blinding white sweeping over him. With blue eyes like the vast sky above him. He had the world in the palm of his hands, could have done anything. When he was snatched away from his family in the middle of the night, a new sort of purpose would be forced onto him. A life without it would be empty, inconceivable. From that moment on, he spent every waking and sleeping moment in the lab with Funk E'tan. He was trained and experimented on, and even trying to escape with death was fleeting as Funk simply revived him. Not that Venti tried, he bought into it all. Hook, line and sinker. There was no reason not to, and even when people try and tell him otherwise, he will defend the Nemesis till his last breath. Now that he's been let out into the world, he's a good pawn. While he was supposedly taught to kill, he's not a very good fighter, so he resorts to underhanded tactics. Venti gets by on social interactions by acting like the stereotypical sort of gentlemen he saw on tv sometimes. Polite, courteous and charming in his own way, he's had eyes on him the moment he joined. Though don't let it deceive you. Venti doesn't feel empathy or mercy for those that cross Funk's path. Life and death mean little to him, he lives as a stepping stone and barely has the free will to question it.
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Evangeline-chan rped by strawberrycupid || Youngling
Sandy beach shore gold furred she-cat with fragile China blue eyes. Despite feeling grateful that she’s not on death row Evangeline feels ashamed that her only purpose is to serve Innocentia. She wants more out of life, but knows that while Innocentia is around that she’ll never get that freedom. Evangeline is good at her job, she loves getting into fights like any league cat would and is great under pressure, calm even. But one thing she can’t handle is the sunlight, she hates light of any kind, can’t stand it. Luckily the tree leaves usually block most of the sun, but she tries her best to stay inside of camp in the day, refusing to even get up if it means avoiding the sun, she is definitely nocturnal. Evangeline often questions her own value, which makes her want to stand out such as dying her fur with berry leaves, find weird hobbies. Anything to distance herself from being that one chick that hunts for Innocentia.
VIATRIX-CHAN rped by JADIE || FAMILY: Mistyrose, Sparrowflight, Innocentia, Senescence & too many siblings to list Viatrix has a thick cloudy blue-gray tail decorated in tiny pink ribbons and a blue-gray body with sky blue eyes. Innocentia feeds Viatrix a false narrative that her mother, Mistyrose, abandoned her in the city when in actuality Mistyrose was trying to hide Viatrix from Innocentia. Of course, Viatrix was soon discovered, and instead ended up raised by Innocentira and her partner, Senescence. At first Innocentia had plans to eat Viatrix, but she was just too cute! From her thick, downy-soft WinterClan pelt to her tendency to cross her front paws any time she lays down, Viatrix is pretty as a picture, adorable enough to soften the hardest of hearts which, for the record, she did. This she-cat loves to dress herself up in ribbons and put different things in her curly tail. She’s spoiled rotten and doesn’t compromise with anyone. She has a personality that pushes others away by always feeling she’s right all the time. However, she’s always quick to back down to her moms, probably the only people she’s grateful towards for giving her so many luxuries. Despite her off-putting personality, Viatrix has every desire to be well liked and always tries hard to improve herself even if it’s uncomfortable for her. Tyke
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Sadira-chan rped by Turtlenoir Golden tabby striped fur on one side of her body and blue grey fur speckled with misty grey dots, almost like stars on the other half. She has two blue eyes that appear hazy like moonlight. Sadira has a spitfire nature about her, she’s very childlike, but will not take attitude from anyone, not even Innocentia. Sadira used to frequently take off her ribbon as a kit, but now it’s knotted tight around her neck like a noose. She’s definitely the kind of rebel girl that can take down a dystopian dictator breathing down her neck like Innocentia. Despite her bleak situation, knowing that Innocentia will take her first born kit Sadira has a goofy nature about her. She often makes up her own catch phrases and enjoy playing pranks, she also doesn’t mind playing around with Innocentia either. Sadira feels deeply about everything, constantly putting herself in another cat's paws. If a cat asked for directions a thousand questions could go off in her head, “What if this guy is lost looking for his long lost lover? You never know someone’s situation by just staring at him! Should I give directions and offer prey? But what if he’s insulted by my offer and thinks I pity him? Should I try to lie and say I can’t eat all this prey so he doesn’t feel pitied? What if he doesn’t like the prey or is allergic to it am I then obligated to hunt for more prey? I don’t want to hunt for more prey so should I just give the guy directions and not offer him food?” long tangents like that. Sadira is a fighter, even if she’s an odd one and wants this ribbon off of her once and for all. youngling
