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MATRICES roleplayed by Oceanix 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
MEPHISTO roleplayed by Oceanix 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
NAIDA roleplayed by Oceanix Waves lap lazily at the lake shore. Off in the distance clouds billow in the sky growing darker as time goes on. Her birth was a curse and a mistake. Tainting the waters of the the lake shore. Her and her siblings Byre, Haydn and Avira were the product of jealously and anger. Their mother Shaman Supernova angry at her Warden sister started a fling with Satara's mate Legion. Shortly after their birth Supernova left the litter to their own devices. Legion their father then only raised the litter for a short time after the death of Avira. Naida inherited the dark brown tabby pelt of Legion. She also inherited the blue eyes the tie her to her mother's bloodline. Like water there are two sides to Naida. Some days she can be calm like a stream or still water. The next she can be as destructive as a hurricane. Hunter
NEOTELOS roleplayed by Oceanix '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 Oceanix 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
RIMANETTA roleplayed by Oceanix When two old bloodlines clashed Rimentta and her siblings became the product of selective breeding. Rimanetta's smaller then average sized frame almost didn't make Shaman Raelynn's standards if it wasn't for her youngest sister Venisca-chan being born half dead. With her sister's sacrifice it allowed Rimanetta to grow into the beautifuland deadly force that she became. She was graced with the beauty of her mother Naida's dark and rich brown pelt which is similar to her grandfather's Legion's. Her unique copper eyes sets her apart from her brother Serpentine and her sister Heria. Their unique hue is was connects her father Cyder. Through Cyder and Naida she comes from a long line of Nemesis allowing her to draw her bloodline back to cats like Metra E'tani, Indy E'tani, Katie E'tani, Ryssa E'tani, Seraphina E'tani, Jynx E'tan, and Quartet E'tani. While she proudly upholds her bloodline it is frowned upon in Primal Instinct. Causing her to meet any challenge head first to prove to others in the League that she isn't just some number that has became apart of the bloodline. Mother to Aislinn, Apollo, Ridge, Winter, and Nia. Hunter
TATLIA roleplayed by Oceanix "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 firstappearanceuntil 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
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AISLINN-CHAN role played by Hollypaw She's the firstborn of Rimanetta-kun and Elian. Medium lengthed white fur with golden ginger-crimson trash panda markings, a crimson heart-shaped mark upon her nose and brown tabby stripes. She has bright blue dichroic eyes with a copper ring near the pupil. She has quiet the legacy – fomer Nemises of Priminal Instict and former Leaders of the Clans runs through her veins -- and she feels pressured by it. She wants to be the best, at everything, and won't settle for less. Rank: Youngling Parents: Rimanetta-kun and Elian
DIV-CHAN roleplayed by Cleaver:D A relaxed hunter with a good sense of humor, he is rather unexpected at first glance. He hails from the League, where he was born and raised, but he isn't typical: he isn't angry or violent or bitingly sarcastic. Instead, he'd a cheerful charmer, seemingly uncaring and unconcerned about his image. He isn't a complete aberration, of course: where he lacks physical prowess, or even the heightened mental capacity some claim, he is deceitful and manipulative. Div is a cat of order and structure, and he usually seeks to maintain the current status. He pokes at weak points and toys with others, but for the most part it is a light enough jest that his Leaguemates don't bother wasting time on him. He's average enough, despite his differences, with his lack of drive balancing his more infuriating qualities. He adheres to group law and has no taste for revolution, preferring to keep everything as it is. Born to Maia during his father's imprisonment, his siblings are Keres, Asura, Seirra, Zalaph, Sidero, and Mara (deceased). He is a long-haired grey-black tom with a white chest and his mother's golden eyes.
MARY roleplayed by Icedivy A beauty whom is clothed in darkness. Her fur said to resemble the feathers of a raven, deep black shimmering with the light of moons. Though hardly noticeable, small white flecks along her chest. Her eyes are the hue of summer set orange dancing off sand. A brown base that is shining with the color of flames, yet around her pupil they hold a beautiful green rim that offsets the entire look. Born to a foreign land, she was sent to Primal Instinct as a form of protection. Raised there since she were a mere kit, and trained in the ways of the league. Mary’s family remains forever grateful for the kindness of Vera, and thinks they are in their debt for protecting their most precious treasure. Due to what Vera has done, Mary will always be a true loyal league cat. She would easily lay her life down for the feline, and any cat knows this. Due to this, she is an easy pawn for Vera to use to her bidding. Hunter
NYPHERIS roleplayed by Halowish Manipulation is an art form not many can pull off, and definitely not something you'd want to be a victim of. A small, haunting, dark colored bengal she-cat, she is a phantom when she performs. She is the smallest of Pravian Empress Vera Etani's second litter, not to mention the weakest and the smallest. But don't be mislead, Nypheris will break you down just as fast as she builds you up. Don't be ignorant enough to think she's just a pushover because of her age and size, the atrocities that Nypheris can make possible would make you gasp in disbelief. The snake like bengal is a quiet soul, calculative and unforgiving plans running the gears in her brain. However, when she finds her target, there is no mistake that they are a mouse caught in her mousetrap. She will dazzle you, with kindness, and honesty, and pure loyalty. She will always win them over, a true mistake on the victim's part. If you trust this she-devil, you'll let her know things you'd never imagine sharing with another living being. Your darkest sins, they're all part of something greater than you- her presence is a haunting one, it'll make you remember your morality, the greatest betrayals of yourself and others, your secrets and mistakes. Her greatest attribute is being able to find weaknesses and turn them against you. She will stop at nothing to make you feel guilt and manipulate you to blame yourself for a tragedy she caused. All that you've told her will always be used against you, blackmail of the highest degree to keep you on your toes and guessing all the time. Nypheris has an interest in her Pravian heritage, often coming up with questions and then attempting to answer them to the best of her ability. She has a brilliant brain, an intelligence usually sought out for. She has ambition and adrenaline pumping through her veins, a two-faced devil, a witty assassin of souls, a wraith lurking beneath the shadows. She is impulsive and usually stubborn, and doesn't seem to mind her siblings a whole lot. Her weakness can be a bit offputting but she never lets that stop her path. Nypheris's pelt is creamy, rosetted bengal spots painted on her physique like a piece of art. Her mesmerizing eyes are those of a sage, emerald green, that look like they house a powerful source of mysterious power. Hunter
TAINT roleplayed by Halowish Any who believe her name is from the inky splattering of gray across her bleached pelt is sadly mistaken. Her name is because she is a disgrace to her family line. She was conceived of an ill-considered relationship between a pure-blooded League member and a charming rogue, and with her birth her mother was robbed of life entirely. The grandmother that raised her was a stern and strict cat, disapproving; her name is a reminder of her mixed blood and the stain her existence is on the family legacy. She was kept in line with harsh words and the occasion cuff or strike, taught early on never to question her superiors and keep her head down, meek and quiet. A kit is best seen and not heard, they'd say, so she saw and looked as pretty as she could and wished she was a fool so she could endure this treatment with a genuine smile upon her face. But Taint is clever, too much so for her own good, and it gets her into trouble far more than a proper lady would. Turquoise eyes, marred by a chip of gold in her left iris, are demure and beaten down when in the presence of cats older than herself, but young or those her age see a different side of her; they meet a challenger, a cat unafraid to start a fight and prove her merit. Toms have never shown a romantic interest in her, nor do they have reason to, but she's rather shy about her sexuality. Instead, she finds them to be constant and funny friends worth keeping in her life. Her grandmother always swore that she would find a nice tom from a pure family to settle down with, being the only one that can continue their line; her hope was that after giving birth to kits Taint would promptly die off and stop troubling her, but this has yet to be realized. A hunter of average looks, her witticisms and sarcasm are her main traits, and her love for a good match keep her from settling down with one of the respectable toms her grandmother always dreamed of. In truth, she clashes with her group, and loves the league all the more for it. Hunter
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 19, 2018 21:27:36 GMT -5
Not sure when she was deleted - whoops
CELESTE SORIEE roleplayed by uniqcrim A light grey tabby she-cat with light amber eyes and a white chest. A shy and quiet creature, it is hard for her to get close to others and speak her mind. Yet because of this she has learned the nature of observation and her imagination has been ever more fruitful for it. She loves telling stories to the younglings and they are often found huddled around her as she weaves her tails of wonder and sometimes even horror. Don't be fooled, however. She may be beautiful and timid, but her claws are sharp and her mind and muscles well trained. When offended or insulted she will never forget, and likely never forgive. It's best to stay on her good side, for your own sake. Rank: Hunter
SOLARIS roleplayed by xxsunlight At first glance, Solaris is an impressive and intimidating figure. A domineering tom, his frame is larger than average and well muscled under his burnt orange fur. His features are shapely and handsome, despite missing half an ear. His eyes are a piercing and unreadable amber, with narrow slits for pupils. But despite drawing eyes wherever he walks, Solaris is surprisingly taciturn. He'd much rather listen than speak, and it takes a decent amount of provocation before he opens his mouth. He prefers this; prefers being apathetic and quiet, keeping his face in an impassive mask as he observes the world around him. When he does speak, his words are measured and slow, his pitch deep and commanding. His contemplative and assured nature are not a pass to double cross this tom though, as he is one to notice slights against him and hold grudges- he just bides his time in his revenge. Several of his outspoken enemies have mysteriously disappeared over the years, allowing him to climb the social ranks of the League. This isn't unmerited though- Solaris has a formidable battle history, a hardened and calculated fighter with no reservations about spilling blood. His broad frame gives him a fearsome strength, even if he has to compensate for his slower speed. This, combined with his unfaltering loyalty to the League, where he grew up after his rogue parents joined, makes him a well-known Hunter and command a certain respect (if that can be found within Primal Instinct) from the cats around him. Hunter
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 26, 2018 11:54:11 GMT -5
APOLLO-CHAN roleplayed by francxs The median of his siblings: Aislinn, Ridge, Winter and Nia. The child of Rimanetta and Elian, a rogue. Not the largest, but not the smallest. Not the loudest and not the quietest. This cat grew up in the middle, mostly rejected by his mother and grandmother since he really never had any issues while growing up. He matured slow, taking no interest in mollies, but fast enough so that he knew not to fling himself off a cliff or climb too high off a tree. He shirked from confrontation, only battling when need be as a trainee. He became a hunter with no issue though, although motivation was lacking. However he trained in his free time in order to fight, as he grew up he realized that he needed an edge to get up in life, and that was his outlet. Not alike other cats of his clan, he bears a golden coat, light and sleek, with eyes of a deep blue and copper mix to match. He sticks out as a sore thumb, pretty and muscular, but sleek, although he detests the touch of other cats. However he may allow one to get close eventually...
ILLYA roleplayed by Lady.M Gunmetal grey and glowing embers. Twisting smoke and molten magma. Shiny silver and venomous vermillion. Those colors make up his glossy coat and his calculating eyes. Talcum and alabaster. His claws and teeth take up both shades. Titanium threads make up his whiskers and coal forms his nose. He is fire and ice, passionate about his cause while dismissive of those who try to distract him. Nothing stops him though things might slow his down for a time. Illya can never say no to a challenge, always wanting to challenge himself, to push himself harder than he previously had. No one or nothing can stand in his way if it wishes to remain unharmed. No one is certain where he came from, only that he carries a heavy eastern European accent. He won’t speak about it either, though some claim that is because he has no memory or he had committed some sort of sin and is now hiding from it. Yet both claims are fragile at best due to the lack of scarring he has. With no scars, it would be nearly impossible for him to have lived through any of the rumors. Though the skills he holds beg to differ with the lack of flaws. Illya is lethal with his claws and just as deadly with his teeth. His mind is never still and his senses never rest. He excels at silence and stealth, becoming a ghost in the shadows. Though he is still a living being, abet a poor one sometimes. Illya will work himself to the bone, only sleeping only when necessary. He is only marginally better at eating when needed. Even when at his weakest he keeps his composure almost too well like he was carved out of stone. Illya is an enigma, abet a carefully crafted one. Hunter
DRISCAL roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21 A dark, twisted minded, cold hearted brown and white tabby tom with burning amber eyes with specks of orange as if fire was being held captive inside a deep, glossy prison. He has a broad head, broad shoulders, and half of his ear missing caused by being ripped off by a dog he had come face to face with in the twoleg lands. This particular tom is not one anyone can easily forget. With his ruthless glare, he can send cats fleeing with their tails between their legs with just a single glance. This feline is no cat. The best way to describe him is as a monster. Former rogue, he was imprisoned by the cats of Primal Instinct. Though after requesting initiation he was eventually promoted to being a hunter. However, sometimes he feels that being a hunter is too much of a low position for him. He has ambitions to be more powerful. If that will ever happen, he isnt sure but it would be nice to watch pathetic cats bow to him and obey his every order. Hunter
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 30, 2018 14:09:43 GMT -5
FUJIN roleplayed by Honeystorm Finding a free spirit is hard in a place such as the League. Harder still is it to find someone so absolutely energetic and carefree, full of laughter and cheer even in the darkest of moments, one so utterly incapable of seriousness or understanding consequences. Fujin is such a cat. Nothing bothers him. His laughter rings through the trees as readily as his claws rip through flesh, and to him, there is no such thing as fear, worry, or regret. There is only the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline coursing through his veins in every waking moment, the death defying stunts and risking it all. For him, there is no other way to live. As such, he as amassed a sort of cult following, of those who worship his energy and are fascinated by the tom's complete and utter insanity. There is no cat who speaks and ill word to his face, lest their blood paint the ground seconds later to the raucous laughter and joy of those whom he associates with. The brown tabby is the light of the party, his green gaze permanently alight with reckless fervor, always on the edge of losing it all, his white tipped toes almost permanently stained with the blood of his victims. He is the high roller, the careless, the carefree, and the crazy. Now, why don't you come along and he'll show you a good time? Hunter
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 14:27:47 GMT -5
INARI roleplayed by PrimordialHaze
Some folks think the night is a charmer. A dark lover who is all consuming yet fleeting when its tattletale brother, Day, tries to peek into the shadows. Inari is like the night, A silver tongued Casanova with one thing on his mind. Perhaps it is the result of the lack of affection in his youth, or perhaps the effect of early unknown abuse. Inari latches onto she-cats for a time, lavishes them in gifts, romance, and all things adoring, then when his eyes cloud over he turns away and forgets her name. Inari is not the type of cat to forge long lasting trusting relationship and by far he is defiantly not the type to raise a kit into a cat. Matter fact he is more likely to claim himself infertile then claim a litter of responsibility. Inari is a large black tom with layer on muscles and built for a good fight. His eyes are a dark warm welcoming amber, his voice deep and rollings. Like his brothers, Raijin and Fijin he has white tipped front paws. He gets along well enough with his brothers but he also has an opinion, Raijin's underlining weakness irritates him yet in a bind Raijin seems to be the more responsible of the three. Fujin is a gambler and Inari thinks someday that'll be his undoing. Though if you ever want a game of who can catch the first trespasser Inari would always place his fortune on Fujin.
If you’ve ever felt that life is so predictable that you can see the future then you’ve walked in the paws of Sable. She could paint the stars on the back of her paws so she could say the universe is like the back of her paw. Dark ashen colors spill across her pelt as if she flew through a storm cloud. She has piercing shades of white like lightning shocking nights into day in a bengal pattern peaking along her long furred legs like moonlight twinkling through clouds. Her marigold eyes are as gentle as flower petals with a featherlight motion that sends beloved chills down anyone’s spine. She has a hourglass figured body with a triangular face and pointed nose. A slow lazy smile descends from her lips and her manicured claws often habitually drum against hard surfaces. She’s someone who carries a heavy heart not like a ball on a chain, but a relic worth possessing. Her souls a bit messy, but an organized chaos. She’s not the type of girl to look nice, she looked like art, meant to make someone feel something rather than stare at a pretty picture. She has a real magic about her, not the fake theatrical kind, but the type you witness in nature in all its messy glory.
RAIJIN roleplayed by Cleaver Intense, romantic, charismatic, and dangerous, with a strong sense of humor and a weak grasp on morality. Raijin is the storm and the chaos. He’s the natural leader of his siblings and the negotiator and the guardian, though he lacks Inari’s sheer strength. He’s charming and intense and a romantic, and when he finds a cat he’s drawn to, he can’t help but fall hard. He will always put his family before anyone else, and he expects his love to betray him in the end, but he refuses to stop giving his heart away. He loves to laugh and have a good time, but he struggles to feel the levity his brother does. He has a weak sense of morality... which is stronger than that of his siblings, and that troubles him. There is a hesitation in him, a weakness he can’t break. He's the brother of Fujin and Inari, and led them to join the League when they learned of the new strokes the group was taking. He has blue eyes and solid blue fur with white front toes.
CORVUS roleplayed by Blue Ages it’s been since cats of this one’s lineage had stepped paw within the land of Primal Instinct. For any who had heard of a long-ago Nemesis by the name of Raven, the resemblance between that feline and this she-cat is unmistakable. Same sleek black pelt, same icy blue eyes, and same silver paw, though instead of only one paw both the she-cat’s forepaws are marked with the color. The name Corvus was given to her in a nod to the she-cat of which she seems to somehow take after so much. She wasn’t very old when, after seasons of her kin living as nothing more than rogues, Corvus set off to see for herself what had only been told to her through stories. Where her blood had once stood proud and dominant before, as the tales she’s heard go, everything crumbled around her ancestor, driving her mad in her desperation to hold together what she once had. Corvus is a proud cat, certain her status as kin of a former Nemesis overrides that of her coming from outside the group. Determined to leave a legacy of her own, greater even than that of Raven, she is abrasive and violent and considers herself above consequences due to her bloodline. After all, who’d harm the kin of such an important cat and the obvious future Nemesis?
Hunter
I was looking through the page and suddenly realized Corvus was missing. To make sure, would she keep any of the points she had before, even if excluding the ones she got from being a proxy?
She was born into a dark world. From her first breath, she was expected to only make it darker. The League she calls home wants her to become the same kind of bloodthirsty killer they all are, her mother wanting her to continue the bloodline she has inherited; wanting her to rise up as the next cat of power within Primal Instinct when Vera E’tani’s iron claws finally loosen their grip. She’s not the only one to face these expectations, her two living littermates, Crass and Mellori, under the same pressure from their mother. Corax has always struggled under this weight, though, uncertain who to work to impress or if she should strive to her own goals. The voice that lingers at the back of her thoughts at all times does little to ease this indecision. It’s a voice unlike the sort most with unwelcome dialogue may have. This voice, unlike most others, belongs to someone once-living. It’s a voice not invented through instability, one that comes from a feline who hasn’t walked the grounds of the League in seasons upon seasons and has still found a way to secure a place back in her ancient home. The very blood her mother insists rises her above the rest of her Leaguemates is what connects her to the voice, the ancient Raven clinging onto the scrap she calls granddaughter, even if their relationship is many more generations removed than that. Sometimes Corax wonders why it was she who was chosen by her ancestor, longing to know a life without a voice whispering dark suggestions and blood-stained advice always in the back of her mind; wishing for nothing more than to be unfamiliar with the sensation of being trapped in her own mind when Raven decides her descendant’s choices don’t please her. It doesn’t help with how impressionable Corax can be, especially with the sideways threats offered to her. Her lenience will only turn her into the League’s plaything, the edge of softness something that’ll only get her killed. Though she might not realize it, Corax is lucky in some ways to have a voice much better suited to the darkness of the League to guide her pawsteps. She could be a formidable huntress if she shed the hint of softness, the hesitance towards confrontation, her ancestor tries to force out of her, pelt dyed all a continuous, sleek black without even the signature silver-white paws that trace back all the way to Raven. One eye is a pale, almost white yellow color, but the other mimics the icy blue of her mother. The same icy blue of Raven. She’s never been entirely certain if this feature is really her own. She can never really know how far her ancestor’s influence goes. Was she really born this way, or is it just a visible sign of the power the voice in the back of her head holds over her? Honestly, Corax can’t even begin to comprehend the nature of her relationship with Raven. For all she knows, she could merely be a toy to the former Nemesis, her continued control merely a game before her ancestor decides she’s done playing ‘mentor’ with her young descendent. She has certainly considered the possibility, though. The thought terrifies her. And Raven knows.
