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Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 6, 2020 1:01:47 GMT -5
See now, how the run-of-the-mill everyday life is being dyed in blue as if wanting to change
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Hello, I'm Berry. I'm Primal Instinct's Nemesis. I've been on and off again with Classic since 2010. I was *Bakuraluvr4evr* back then, and never changed it. I led Winterclan with Asterstar back then as well as was MC/MCA for several clans such as Dark Forest with Echotremor, Ashclan with Ornamentedamaryllis, Winterclan with Tearjester (who is back as Blackthornfate actually) and Absum Lux with Pascal.
I enjoy just about any sort of roleplay, but I tend to lean towards the darker ones. Only a few of my cats have mates or planned mates, so if you wanna plot with me on them, shoot me a message on here or on discord.
I love 2D idols like from Idolmaster, Love Live, Bandori, and even Revue Starlight and Project Sekai. Best girl will probably always be Honoka Kousaka. I play all sorts of video games but I'm really into Genshin Impact right now. I also like visual novels, rpgs, platformers and action games. I've been in my vocaloid phase for at least 10 years and it's not stopping. So let me give you a few reccs. I also love all things pink, space or strawberry related. Gotta stick with the brand after all.
Characters may be listed here or on google docs here, I change it up cause i like having things to work on. Also like, I got autism. So I won't get vibes or social cues as much as others. So please just talk to me honestly.
Berry . 25 . She/ Her or They/Them . Questioning . local shoulder devil
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 6, 2020 1:10:08 GMT -5
[attr="class","clanheader"]🍓 DAYCLAN 🍓
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[attr="class","nameheader"]GOLDENPHANTOM
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Immortal Council ‣ Gender: Female ‣ Sexuality: Lesbian ‣ Mate: Fia Cendrillon (honeystorm) ‣ Aliases: Phantom, Goldenpaw, Goldenstar
‣ Parents: Houdini (blankslate) x Unknown Mother ‣ Siblings: Mochi, Stitch, Lilith, Ferret, Huxley and Cricket ‣ Kits: -- Autumn x Love: Fairytalehunt (faith), Fallingleaves (racer), Loveletter (honey), Magicmoment, Divinefavor (jadie) and Princecharming (berry) -- Crimson: Adamantchill (stark), Gleamingshard (biyuu), Auroraknight (berry), Austereglint (atom), Weatheredheart (jet), Lighthunter -- Randoms 1: Curledtoes (atom), Patchingdreams, Littleash, Wispysmoke (turtle), Hothero (biyuu), Thymetravel (berry), Nightbiscuit (honey) ‣ Blood: 100% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: married into eerie
‣ Nervous Quirks: laughs ‣ Clan Specific Thing: Feathers are Protection and Happiness / Social Class is Imperial / Job is Babysitting ‣ Adoption Thread: none ‣ Element: none ‣ Inspiration: Nana Daiba from Revue Starlight ‣ Picture Link: i.imgur.com/e0HkJRY.png
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[attr="class","bulktext"]A mask. It's to disguise, to hide, to blind myself from the future. I have eyes in the back of my head, I can only look back. To the dark. To hell. To harsh words burned into my mind, blood running down my gold and white coat, and no one meeting my sunny gaze. To them, it's heaven and I was simply unsuited for it. I'd be rejected at the gate, so I ran and ran and ran until I came here. Warmth. Light. Home. That's what this place is to me. It's quirky, beautiful and we have our problems, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't want it any other way. I wish time would stop. I want to live in this moment forever, here with you and everyone else. It'll never happen, but I can't look to the future. Compared to the past, the future is much darker. Not even that place can compare. Infinite possibilities. It can be good or bad. Everything can go wrong so easily, you can be hurt so easily. The present is consistent, things are well. I don't want anyone to feel that pain, I want to protect them with all my might. I want them to be happy. If a cage of bones like me can give comfort to someone, that would make me so happy. So I'll adopt this mask. ??. Is it the most truthful part of me? I can't say. To everyone, I'm kind, motherly, happy, funny, everything that was wrong with me before is now being praised. A mask can be part of you, you know? Look, I hear this huge white splotch on my face reminds cats of one. This mask is mine, I'll hide my wincing expression behind it. My pain will be like my name, a phantom. Invisible. Gone. You shouldn't worry about me though. I'm pretty tough. You ought to be focusing on yourself, no? It's fine, I'll continue to be perfect, perform my role excellently, all for you, for Dayclan. For everyone I love, so look the other way when I mess up, okay? Will the day come where I can rip off this mask? I don't know, but don't leave my side until it can, okay.
[attr="class","bulktext"]In the distance, don't you hear it? The pounding hooves of a horse? The distant screams of "yah"? Until they come over the horizon, and you finally see them. One that you've been waiting for as long as you can remember. And now, he's finally here to save you, your Prince Charming. With one flick of the wrist with his sword, he has slain your oppressor. In a single graceful action, he has swept you off your feet. And as he leans in to kiss you, you probably never wondered what was going on behind those soulful eyes, the perfectly tousled hair, the brilliant smile. Because there's no way there could be any darkness. Not with your Prince Charming. Princecharming appears exactly like what she was named after. Flowing cream colored fur and light brown eyes you could lose yourself in. On the taller side, there is not a single chip in her armor. She truly lives up to her namesake, always with a flowery word on her tongue and a true desire to make you fall for her in her heart. It's no wonder she has quite a few admirers, for she always puts her all into her persona. The perfect prince, even ignoring the festering anxiety and questions of self worth that lay underneath. There's no reason to look at it. Cause she will deny it to the very end. Cause she is Princecharming.
[attr="class","bulktext"]A tiny ginger and cream tom, with narrowed, pale blue eyes. Initial meetings with him give the impression he's rather shallow, a bit too preppy and too caring for his appearance. He'll even stop in the middle of his sentence to groom a hair back into place before continuing. Unsurprisingly to his name, he is the king of 'giving them the smolder', even though it rarely works and it tends to get him laughed at. Which Smolderingcomet is not a fan of, and will try whatever he can to repair his social standing with people. He has a bold, daring personality, and holds very little back when it comes to social interaction. His lack of a filter is astounding, as he can rarely go a week without making someone mad at him unintentionally. Hugely charismatic, he is expressive when he communicates, often talking with his whole body. It adds to his charm. He is very flirtatious and will hit on anyone, whether it's an attempt to get his own way or if he’s just that bored. But he is quick to care for the people he hits on. He makes his decisions purely based on his emotions and rarely applies logic to them. Often makes impulsive, emotionally-fueled decisions that usually end up backfiring in his face; it’s at times like these that he calls upon his charisma and social wit to help keep him out of trouble, which works roughly fifty percent of half the time. This process is often fondly referred to as ‘crashing and burning’ or ‘the Smolderingcomet Cycle’ by his family.
‣ Parents: Volcanickiss (phantom) x Wolfconstellation (jadie) ‣ Siblings: Asterdarling (stark), Icejackal (jadie), Hawksuperstition (racer), Tangletongue (atom), Timelessmelody (phantom), and Meltedsmoke (nova) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Winter, 25% Pravian, 12% Summer, 12% Kittypet ‣ Family Tree Relation: related to Mistyrose, in the Eerie family distantly and is Pravus Nocte
‣ Nervous Quirks: voice gets louder ‣ Clan Specific Thing: Feathers are Beauty and Control, Specialty is Prey (rabbits) ‣ Adoption Thread: none, adopted over discord ‣ Element: none ‣ Inspiration: none ‣ Picture Link: www.thehappycatsite.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/4.jpg
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[attr="class","bulktext"]A ginger-furred bombshell with dramatic dark red tabby stripes and hazel eyes just like her mother’s. She has a white heart-shaped mark on her chest as well as a white tail-tip, which is always flicking back and forth, even when she’s resting she can’t keep it still. Flickeringvixen is absolutely gorgeous but also perhaps the most envious cat you will ever meet. She doesn’t like her friends talking about her, doesn’t like being the butt of the joke, doesn’t like to receive any sort of criticism. She wants what you have, a classic case of the grass - is - green - on - the - other - side. She’s crafty and cunning, though, and uses her good looks to get what she wants. Flickeringvixen causes a lot of friction within her family because she hates Asterdarling’s games and Tangletongue’s desire to always be touching. She’s strong-willed and always has been - so she doesn’t understand what it’s like to feel helpless, causing her to come across as downright cruel. While she doesn't like Asterdarling the two do have one thing in common and that is making fun of and picking on their sister Timlessmelody for her strange appearance, often telling her it would be too hard for her to be as good looking as she is and she wouldn't be able to handle it.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Nevermore. A memory of Dayclan never existed, there was nothing to destroy. Raven and her siblings were ripped from their home too young to even taste the milk from it before being brought up to Winterclan. Looking over the world, almost like Ravenisland is sitting on top of her very own statue of Athena. Ancient and mystic blood flows through her veins, of leaders and nemeses and pathologists. According to Primal Instinct lore, daughters with pathologist blood have been able to see ghosts. The sing-song whispers Ravenisland speaks reminds Winterclan of the past, and it only makes her talk quieter. She's supernatural to the nth degree, practically lost on her own island that exists in her mind. She sees things out of the corner of her eyes, hears the bumps in the night, and the growling under her bed. Till she turns to look at it, which makes it stop. Almost like the monsters are more scared of her than she is of them. It's easy, they seem like such a constant presence, Ravenisland has gotten used to it. If she feels fear, she doesn't show it. Able to sit through the scariest stories, or the worst injuries she could feel. The cats around her are scary, but she wonders if the monsters in the cave are moreso. Her mind is constantly in and out of dreams, whether awake or asleep. And Raven can end up so gone, it causes her to get in trouble. Sometimes she doesn’t notice predators sneaking up on her while she’s spacing out. Ravenisland is soft-spoken with an addictive lullaby sounding voice like her mother's. She resembles quite a bit of her mother with her white bengal paws and black fur color, like she's covered in raven feathers herself. Ravenisland keeps to herself, a true enigma to the others in the clan. In some folklore, ravens are murder victims that weren't given a proper burial. In others, they are damned souls. Whatever they are, the birds seem to gather around their namesake. It only feels like a matter of time until she disappears, and she won't come back. Nevermore.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]ASTRALTRAVEL
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Kit ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Too Young ‣ Mate: none ‣ Aliases: Astralkit
‣ Parents: Defiledblood (honey) x Brakewings (cleaver) ‣ Siblings: Galaxytakeover (ashes), Constellationhaunt (seeker), Yellowmooneternal (stark), Novasecret (shadow), Pulsarban (ian) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Brook, 50% Day ‣ Family Tree Relation: Dealspawn
‣ Parents: Ocherflame (morte) x Unknown Mother ‣ Siblings: none ‣ Kits: Watermelonsugar (jadie), Peppermintkiss (berry), Boysenberrybite (atom), Sunflowerpatch (nova), Nutmegfreckle (ashes), Butterscotchdrip (stardance) and Shamrocksmoke (stark) ‣ Blood: 50% Sun, 50% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: none, maybe distantly on Funk tree because she had kits with Bloody
‣ Nervous Quirks: bites her lower lip ‣ Clan Specific Thing: Zodiac is Eye ‣ Adoption Thread: none ‣ Element: none ‣ Inspiration: Heart of a Marionette by Yukari Hasimoto / general puppet imagery ‣ Picture Link: i.imgur.com/OTYdMx4.jpg
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[attr="class","bulktext"]Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, you forget they're even on your face. Even when reality creeps in your peripheral, it's easy to ignore until those glasses shatter. Anemoneshade never figured they would, and why would they? She's a bombshell through and through. Long and soft fur covers her hourglass figure, a mix of pure white like the flower she was named after and light lilac that pops against it. Coupled with two jewels like tiger's eyes for eyes and she turns heads no matter where she goes. Not that she minds. She exemplifies her Eye zodiac too well. Extroverted and driven in all she does, Anemoneshade doesn't let anything slow or stop her from getting what she wants. There are no tricks or secrecy with her, she makes it clear what she wants and how she thinks of you. She'll get right to the heart of an issue and pulls no punches while doing so. A born leader, it's easy to fall in step behind her. Anemoneshade loves any sort of attention she gets, tending to bask in it or prod them to give her more but never chasing after it. She can be considered a bit too domineering though, pushing the buttons of those around her too hard to where she'll hurt someone. Anemoneshade is also extremely naive, believing the best in everyone and that nothing could go wrong as long as you work on it. Her judge of character is awful and it leads to her getting fooled quite often. At least her dad Ocherflame is always willing to pull her out of trouble and lightly chastise her. But the glasses are starting to crack, it'll only be a matter of time before they break.
‣ Parents: Littlestar (racer) x Skipstep (jetclaw) ‣ Siblings: Satinlights (stark), Jetfire (racer), Goldengrace (jetclaw), Silverfringe (racer), Beautifulbeacon (honey) and Arcticsong (faith) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Winter, 50% Kittypet ‣ Family Tree Relation: distantly Eerie since she is related to Little
[attr="class","bulktext"]Happy. Adjective. Feeling or showing pleasure or contentment. With a name like Sunnysmiles, it's easy to see how she could be happy. But at the same time, how she isn't. Her pelt is like a ray of sunshine itself, blazing orange with blinding white markings. Golden amber eyes like jewels connect her to the world, to her family. One of the first daughters of Littlestar and Skipstep, she's the peacemaker in her family. While everyone goes off in their own directions, Sunnysmiles sits in the center, trying to draw everyone back together. And she does a good job. She's got an infectious smile, a laugh you could listen to for hours. Everything she says is positive and uplifting, to where a lot of cats come to her for help. Or to just get their ears tickled. Sunnysmiles doesn't mind either way, just happy by helping others. She can barely sit still, always running around and doing something for someone else. It will get to the point where she completely forgets about herself, and while Sunnysmiles says she doesn't mind, it's clear that she will starve herself as long as someone else gets to eat. Any stress or grief she feels is handled by focusing on other's. While the definition of a little ball of sunshine, when faced alone she doesn't know what to say about herself. As her identity involves others, she sticks to crowds and hates being alone. But, when the sun sets, a deep part of her wonders if she'll be left alone.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]PEPPERMINTKISS
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Kit ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: tbd ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Peppermintkit
‣ Parents: Anemoneshade (berry) x Bloodyrondo (jadie) ‣ Siblings: Watermelonsugar (jadie), Boysenberrybite (atom), Sunflowerpatch (phantom), Nutmegfreckle (morte), Butterscotchdrip (stardance) and Shamrocksmoke (stark) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Sun, 50% Kittypet ‣ Family Tree Relation: Funk's grandson
[attr="class","bulktext"]Not much needs to be said for Peppermintkiss. Like the flavor he was named after, he's overpowering and is best working with the same people. His fur is a rich and dark red, making him look like he's constantly bleeding. But even darker stripes swirl around his sides like the mints you get in the coldest parts of the year. His chest and muzzle are not as stained, white like clean cobwebs not yet used. And like many of his other siblings, his eyes are a pale green like dried herbs. One of the sons of Bloodystar and Anemoneshade, he always knew something was off. His father was very blasé with him and his siblings like he couldn't look them in the eyes. His mother gave them all enough love to be satisfied, but Pepperintkiss could never decide if he wanted his father in his life or not. He gets along well with his siblings, especially Watermelonsugar. Though when he's not with them, you'll generally find him by himself. He's a lone wolf, tending to forge his own path and not really care who else's he messes up on that way. Peppermintkiss doesn't care for what most cats think of him. Most days he can barely be bothered to get out of bed. A persistent raincloud rains on him, and he doesn't know how to shake it. He'll never get close enough to someone for anything more than a quick kiss. At least he figures.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]VANTANOIR
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Apprentice ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Vantakit, Vantapaw
‣ Parents: Marvelstar (stark) x Ryn (honey) ‣ Siblings: Hauntedruins (honey) and Nocturnelights (stark) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Kittypet, 50% Sun ‣ Family Tree Relation: Funk
[attr="class","bulktext"]He was second best. Never quite enough. Maybe he was held back from the get-go. It never felt like he was given the same opportunities his brother was. So Vantanoir accepted his name, and let himself descend into darkness. There's not a hint of anything else in his short pelt. The only things that stand out are his striking dark blue eyes, like pools of the deepest parts of the ocean. It's immediately apparent Vantanoir came from rich blood, the son of Marvelstar and Ryn. His father runs a group called the Silhouettes, and maybe it was his own naivety that made him believe he stood a chance of becoming the successor. Cause what kid doesn't want to follow in their father's footsteps. But that was never really the case since his brother Hauntedruins was set to become the successor from the get-go. Vantanoir couldn't help but be jealous, thrown to the wayside just because Hauntedruins was only a little older than him. So where Vantanoir couldn't win fair and square, he changed routes and became a trickster. It's hard to tell if it's all a game to him or if he's serious, but he takes any opportunity to mess with his brother and try to usurp him. Vantanoir is a schemer, through and through. He always has some trick up his sleeve to get him out of trouble, or he'll lay on this classy charm he has somehow mastered to get out. He does tend to get caught up in his schemes and thinkings, sometimes you can catch him monologuing to himself. Vantanoir isn't the cheeriest guy, it's clear even through the grin. He has a fascination with the dark and the grisly. Underneath it, he is kind and considerate, but he doesn't show it often. Because that's not going to get him to the throne any faster.
[attr="class","bulktext"]He was dead. Deceased. Kicked the bucket. Pushing up daisies. Any other metaphor you want to use, he knows that's the truth. After all, he could only be undead if he was dead before. So where did this beating heart come from? How can these sunken gilded eyes see? He looks like he should be dead. Covered in grey fur that borders on bone white, split up by jet black tabby stripes that look like ribs. Stretching all the way down, where each bone seems highlighted by a stripe. He has a few orange patches between the stripes, like chunks of flesh left behind after his corpse was cleaned. Undeadecho was just found one day, brought to Moonclan. He barely remembers life before then, considering this a sort of rebirth. So why is he back? Who reanimated him? Who kicked him out of heaven or hell? Undeadecho isn't sure, and no one can answer the questions he poses. Even with his doubts about fitting in with the living, he speaks their language well. Walks the walk well. A bit bitter to the taste, snarky and rude to just about everyone. While he has the empathy to understand how he makes people feel, he doesn't care. Whatever sent him back to this world must have had its reasons, so till he can figure it out, he may as well assume it was for the worst. Earth must truly be worse than hell then? Any pleasure in other's pain was learned, forced on him, for some sort of justification. He carries an emptiness in his chest, and does anything he can to fill that void. Cause the one thing they forgot to leave him with was a soul.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Abaddon - Noun with two definitions. It’s described as both a place of destruction and an angel of the abyss. Specifically called the king of an army of locusts. A fitting name for the monster’s sister. One that can stand on equal footing with him. She doesn’t need an introduction, walking so tall and strong that it makes heads turn. Her thick pelt is black as the bottomless pit she’s named after, splashes of white light reaching down through her chest, paws and spots on her nose. Her eyes seem to shine with whatever color she commands of them, normally sitting on a light gold. It doesn’t seem plausible she could, but Abaddon can make you believe she can control anything. From cats, to the world around her, to a horde of locusts, she’s the kind to make you believe in the impossible. Power naturally flocks to her and she craves it, a fitting relationship until her brother became the leader of Moonclan. For now, she can only pull at his strings, which she finds fun in it’s own right. It can’t be clear if she’s scheming some sort of coup or similar, she can barely be read. Expressionless and curt most of the time, she prefers to cut conversations and social interactions short. Not that she really needs to listen to what you have to say, she has an almost inhuman way of guessing what you’ll say. Having learned how to read even the most minute movements, Abby finds the day to day conversation boring yet doesn’t mind playing mind games every now and again. When by herself, she tends to attract insects to her. And soon she’ll have them jumping through hoops for her. So who knows what she will accomplish next.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]RAVAGEDREAPER
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Shadowhunter Apprenitce ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: tbd ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Ravagedpaw
‣ Parents: Unknown ‣ Siblings: Unknown ‣ Kits: None ‣ Blood: 100% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: none
[attr="class","bulktext"]He was like a lion walking into a poacher's trap. He knew it, even before all his friends suddenly poked their heads up and walked int Moonclan's territory. Ravagedreaper was interested too, but not for the reasons they had. Even his first few pawsteps into the forest, he felt like he didn't belong. His long grey, almost taupe coat hanging over him like a cloak, and now standing on end. And his bright gold eyes like jewels wide. At first, it was just nerves. Least that's what everyone figured. Because Ravagedreaper did everything he could to hide it. The secret element he kept close to his chest. He was just messing around one day, he swears. But it was with the forces he shouldn't have, ghosts and spirits and the dark forest. And the young tom paid a terrible price. Despite his circumstances, he's a pretty optimistic tom. Always trying to stay on the bright side and help people in need. He's the first on the front lines and the last home. But he's also quiet, keeping a distance between himself and others as far as he can. For as much as Ravagedreaper craves relationships with others, he can't let go of the guilt of endangering others for his own selfish reasons. As strong as he is, he seems to live in constant fear, jumping at even the sight of his own shadow. But why will be kept as much of a secret as he can manage.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 6, 2020 1:12:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","clanheader"]🍓 SUMMERCLAN 🍓
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[attr="class","nameheader"]FAWNHYSTERIA
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Warrior ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Romulus Fauna, Fawnkit, Fawnpaw
‣ Parents: Lorelei Manina (berry) x Vulcan (honey) ‣ Siblings: Acacia Blair (jadie), Lorien Manette (honey) and Carnage Panic (cleaver) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% LKR ‣ Family Tree Relation: Direct Eerie
‣ Nervous Quirks: scratches himself ‣ Clan Specific Thing: none ‣ Adoption Thread: warriorcatclans2.freeforums.net/thread/6923 ‣ Element: Demon - Body Switch ‣ Inspiration: Doestar, Lucistic, Hajime Hinata from SDR2 and Ruru-chan ‣ Picture Link: i.imgur.com/xq4UpwV.png
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[attr="class","bulktext"]An anomaly. Nothing about him makes sense. From his pelt that looks more like a canvas with black and orange paint thrown on it, to his multicolor eyes that flash copper in the light. It only gets weirder when you see there's 4 of him. Well, not necessarily. One of the quadruplets from Lorelei Manina and Vulcan's union, he was brought to Swift with his brothers to be with his father. While he could never understand why they were dropped off, he doesn't question it much. Especially since his mother comes around often enough for him. With his brothers Casimir, Lorien, and Carnage, they quickly became troublemakers, always blaming the other for any form of mischief. Romulus himself is the most straightforward of the group, rarely struggling with things like identity and pride and taking his emotions in stride. He takes things as they come, letting any praise or condescension roll off his back. On the surface, he is remarkably average. Just the right amount of mischief and remorse, work and play, laid back and serious. It's almost remarkable. Peeling the layers back reveal he's a glutton for punishment, always getting strung along by someone not good for him. But he doesn't appear to mind, more reveling in the pain and the heartbreak. And even when he's discarded, he'll come back. To where it's easy to say he's obsessed with the bad romance. Like a roach, he keeps coming back. Cause it's never enough.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. That was the mantra, that was all she knew. All she could do was run, as much as she didn't want to. The name Rabbit has haunted her all her life, she feels she should remember where it came from but doesn't. It fits though, her fur a pristine white and her tall ears angling this way and that. One eye a sky blue, the other an earthy blue, like she's two cats fused into one. Her mind pulls her in two different directions, the two cats in her mind conflicting with each other. One says to run, just like she was doing. No one was trustworthy, no one would keep her safe. Not hurt her, not lock her up. She ran because she had no other option, it was the greatest action to show her defiance. The other says to stay. Not because she believes she can give them a chance, but because it's the only way to satisfy her deep desire for contact. For the smallest smidgen of love. It's all encompassing, like a sickness. It's led her down too many dark paths for one so young. A desire so strong, she doesn't know how to combat that other side other than to run. But even if she does, she keeps looking back.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Everything has an opposite side. For good to exist, we must be able to recognize evil. We wouldn't know we were hungry if we didn't know the feeling of being full. And darkness is described as the absence of light. There are always two sides to an argument, a coin, stories and even the moon. Maria is the dark side of the moon, just as her name describes. Yet she's wrapped in warmth and light, with long beams of orange and white pouring out of her. And her yellow eyes are reminiscent of the sun itself. Yet lilies are beautiful to look at yet are deadly to eat. Speaking of, the lily symbolizes purity, passion, royalty and motherhood. All of these things could apply to Maria as well...well, sort of. She moves with poise, strikes precisely, and holds her head high. Among the myriad of things she inherited from her mother is her perfectionism, and every one of Maria's actions are premeditated and planned. Her voice is like honey and her words are easy to swallow. Flirting, lying and charming cats is second nature to her; and so is dropping them as soon as their usefulness is extinguished. She prefers to walk alone, loyal to only herself. She's a wanderer, exploring the world just to see it all. Pure independence led her away from her home clan of Summerclan at a young age. She simply couldn't stand the thought of being in a clan, it was too suffocating, too structured. She doesn't regret it, even if she had to say goodbye to her family. Learning to hunt and fight on her own, she now spends her days lazing about, manipulating fools to help out "poor little Maria", and free. Free from expectations, free from structure, free from...everything. Like a lily growing in an open field.
‣ Parents: Sablestar (mousely) x Titaniumheart (.:fantasyrose:.) ‣ Siblings: Harechase, Flametheory, Dreamreflect and Destinydare ‣ Kits: Dreamtheory (flurry), Jestermask (honey), Sablewitch (stark), Bluereflection (berry), Thunderdoze (cleaver), Chasingdestiny (shadow) ‣ Blood: 100% Winter ‣ Family Tree Relation: none
‣ Nervous Quirks: unsheathing and sheathing her claws ‣ Clan Specific Thing: none ‣ Adoption Thread: none ‣ Element: none ‣ Inspiration: none ‣ Picture Link: i.imgur.com/O9ygdHT.jpg
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[attr="class","bulktext"]There's nothing left in this world for her, so why is she even still here? Her name, gone. The rest of her family, dead. Her impact on the world disappeared like a ripple in a lake. It was large at the time, but now is nothing more than a vague memory. Where she came from, where she went and why she is back, she'll never tell. Even for one old enough to be an elder's mother, she still has secrets behind that wry smile. They're forever locked away. You can barely get close to her, she bounces around groups and will even play the enemy to get people off her back. Blackthornfate only appears to care for herself but is also one that can't be chained down. She must have dug a hundred ways out of the prison, found a thousand or more hiding spots on the mountain. Just to get away, just to play the jester one last time. Her coat is long, greyed out from age, or even just the snow. Though she's not as big as the other Winterclan purebreds. Her eyes are the only thing that even hints at her past, a dark brown. A sable like color. But ask her no questions, and she tells no lies. Cause otherwise, she'll be lying a lot.
[attr="class","bulktext"]She was supposed to be the catch of Winterclan. Pure blooded Winterclan, with white luxurious fur with misty traces of silver cascading through her fur like the snow wisping around mountain terrain. When the wind settles, it piles up at her feet and nose. Her eyes are hazel blue like watery cold sunsets and her voice is as delicate as ice. At first glance, she's almost too perfect. She’s elegant in the way she talks, princess perfect in the way she walks too. She is kind and benevolent, always wanting to help others and the clan. She never returns back to camp empty-pawed, there’s always a piece of prey held with pride in her glittery toothed jaws. Seemingly perfect, with the few toms around clamoring over her, it's like she was torn right out of a fairytale. But there's never been a perfect cat, even if Heavenlyarctic tries to be. She suffers from PTSD after watching her parents, Dottymask and Silverfury, beat her other siblings into submission for not being perfect. She also never got away from it herself, bullied by her sisters, Rosemaryblight and Fluffyleopard, for her passive nature and complete lack of a spine. She cries at the sight of anyone fighting, and goes into panic attacks if forced to fight someone else. Both in physical fights and confrontations. Heavenlyarctic has a hard time standing up for herself and others, and while she tries to stop a fight, she rarely does. Her will is rather soft, and she isn't accustomed to violence, which is only magnified by her fear of blood. Anytime she falls short of perfection, panic grips her of what it could mean for her being less than what her parents expected of her. Because of her fear of violence, Heavenlyarctic often says that she will be a permanent queen, not a warrior despite her hunting skills. Staying in the nursery may stave some of the expectations her parents have for her, but there's no chance she'd be rid of them entirely.
‣ Parents: Kittypets ‣ Siblings: Disco (honey), Jazz (stark), Ballad (simply), Reprise (paige) and Hymn ‣ Kits: family echo link ‣ Blood: 100% Kittypet ‣ Family Tree Relation: Funk
[attr="class","bulktext"]“There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.” - Oscar Levant
You all know him. You all love him. You can't live without him. The mad doctor with a silver tongue and words laced with poison. The Cheshire cat who smiles with more teeth than joy and who's morbid curiosity will always lead him back no matter how many times he's killed. Addiction and chaos blend together, creating the black as night roast that is Funk E'tan. The base is surprisingly light and short, an auburn brown color like brown sugar and just as sweet to the taste with no scars to rough it up. Black rosettes like roses and stripes like blades of grass grow from this ground, swirling together along his slender frame. Topped with a muzzle as white as whipped cream. He is shockingly slim for a Primal Instinct cat, much less a Nemesis. But he stares at the world through light celadon eyes, the very windows to his soul appearing to be sick. It's a contagious virus he's spread over to countless victims and the like over the last few years. What the Nemesis lacks in physical prowess, he makes up for in cunning and strategy. Born a kittypet, he left that life out of boredom and joined a clan, but also ended up leaving that life by repaying their kindness and teachings with a mass poisoning of the food supply. Empathy has always been a stranger to him, divorcing the thought even more as he traveled anywhere he could; making medicine and giving it to anyone he could get to drink it with a little sugar. At first, he tested his theories on himself, ingesting anything he could get his paws on. But his immune system quickly caught on and now he can only get the same high if he watches someone go through it. To call him magnetic would be an understatement, all things good and evil are drawn to him. He fulfills his wish of maintaining the greenhouse at the cost of becoming Shaman. His kits thrive as other Nemeses die, leaving him to pick up the pieces. A crown was placed on his head as the corpse of his mate hung above his throne. Perhaps the reason they let him keep the position is because he keeps picking himself up after every blow, truly the embodiment of the ideals of Primal Instinct. A bright and hard working leader who takes no one seriously, who relishes in the pain of others, who will use and abuse anyone in his way until he just throws them away like scrap and could watch the world burn with no qualms. No one needs to know the desperation in drowning his emotions in any few inches of water he can find, the compulsive need to be in any position of power he can get, the constant lying and betrayal just to get no one to trust him and ridicule those that do, the throwing of his heart around just waiting for it to break again and to laugh it off. The karmic line between love and pain, genius and insanity, has blurred in his eyes, shaky and runny as they melt together. Constantly on the quest for knowledge, he'll continue to throw everything together without care. It's only a matter of time before it blows up in his face, but maybe that's what he's waiting for.
‣ Parents: Ahava Vaicorona (honey) x Unknown Father ‣ Siblings: Fia Cendrillon (honey) and Howlingnight (faith) ‣ Kits: Carnage Panic (cleaver), Lorien Manette (honey), Acacia Blair (jadie) and Romulus Fauna (berry) ‣ Blood: 25% Regime, 75% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: Direct Eerie
‣ Nervous Quirks: avoiding eye contact ‣ Clan Specific Thing: District is Punishment ‣ Adoption Thread: none, given to over skype ‣ Element: Demon - ? ‣ Inspiration: none ‣ Picture Link: i.imgur.com/QdliTKa.png
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[attr="class","bulktext"]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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[attr="class","nameheader"]VENTI
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Enforcer ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: none
‣ Parents: Unknown (was adopted by Funk) ‣ Siblings: Trenta, Tall and Grande ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: raised by Funk but not related to him by blood
‣ Nervous Quirks: biting the inside of his mouth ‣ Clan Specific Thing: District is Enforcer ‣ Adoption Thread: none ‣ Element: none ‣ Inspiration: Seishi Yodogawa from Danganronpa Re:Birth ‣ Picture Link: i.imgur.com/yFrzSsE.png
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[attr="class","bulktext"]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.
[attr="class","bulktext"]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 oftens 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.
‣ Parents: Unknown (adopted by Funkson (honey)) ‣ Siblings: Alcinia (cookie), Stephano (minnow), Lucianna (bitter), Michele (honey) and Valente (jadie) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: adopted into Funk but not blood related
[attr="class","bulktext"]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.
[attr="class","bulktext"]In all things, there should be balance. Yin and Yang, two halves of the same whole. They cannot override the other, or be less than the other. They are perfectly in balance, these opposing forces. Kassandra is similar, walking a fine line with finesse unknown to most others. Her coat is mostly a soft black, but you can catch tints of brown all throughout it in the sunlight. Her paws, chest, neck, the lower half of her face and a blaze that stretches along her nose are an equally gentle shade of white. Not overpowering, the pair complimenting each other in junction with her dark brown eyes like rich soil. Compared to the antics the rest of her litter get into, Kassandra is the most laid back. Capable of just watching the clouds go by for the day, but she never appears lazy. She can be responsible, without being overbearing. It's the kind of balance Kassandra walks, the tightrope she may not even realize she's on. For every vice she has, you can easily see it's opposite virtue another day. It makes her one of the most stable cats in the League, but also unmemorable. It doesn't help that she can't speak in a crowd, no matter how much she wants to.
[attr="class","bulktext"]His mind is more machine than brain, calculating and quick to extract emotion from the equation. Like his parents he’s set on what is best for the greater number of people and not the individual, yet is a hypocrite and is not afraid to look out for himself should the need arise. However typically he is outwardly selfless helping those in need and very obedient to his father. He is the first to growl at strangers and the last to trust any new outsiders. He’s a prodigy at hunting, and looks to be more like a large cat chasing prey than anything close to a domesticated breed when out in the field. Luca is quick to keep his siblings in line and while he is a scout his slick muscles make it easy to keep anyone in line. When he’s angry he’s not afraid to pin a cat down and bite until he feels they’ve given in. Most of his siblings tend to not mess with him. Like his parents he hopes to find a mate, not for the sake of love, but to continue reproducing for the Regime to stay alive. He doesn’t like the idea of taking an outsider as a mate, but given the Regime’s close family ties he’s not against finding or capturing his own wife.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]HUNTLEIGH EERIE
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Mercenary ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Huntleigh-tyke, Cadet Huntleigh, Quietdusk
‣ Parents: Duskslayer (faith) x Unseenlights (racer) ‣ Siblings: Soaringlight (jadie), Darksonata (racer), Blindfaith (faith), Bravewolf (honey) ‣ Kits: Sunshine (uniqcrim), Songbird, Sierra, Seaside (ashes) ‣ Blood: 50% Regime, 50% Sun ‣ Family Tree Relation: Direct Eerie
[attr="class","bulktext"]Like father, like son; they say. If his father had kept his destiny of becoming a main character, maybe Huntleigh wouldn't have turned out the way he had. That destiny was passed down to him, and Huntleigh's paws are just as shaky as his. His fur is an ocean of shadows that drape across his body like long veils of silk. Along the side of one of his turquoise eyes is a crescent moon marking, peeking out from his dark fur like the moon in the night. The marking is identical to his father Duskslayer's. He has a single white right paw that looks as though his paw was dipped into the lunar moon itself. At first glance, he seems like he's got the world in his paws. Huntleigh carries himself with a shocking amount of confidence and apathy, where he could tell you the sky was falling with such seriousness; you'll need to do a double-take. The undisputed cool kid of his litter, his sense of self-inflated. Huntleigh is always looking for the next big thing, the coolest things to do, and tends to have a foul mouth so he looks even cooler. His dreams of rebellion and being the outlier led to him being left behind in the Regime by his family as they went to Sunclan. Even with the support of his family, Huntleigh didn't know how to cope with it. He felt like his family cared more about Sunclan than him. And his awful coping mechanism turned out to be anger, funneling all the loathing he felt onto one figure. Making a mountain out of a molehill, he despises his immediate family. Especially his father, Duskslayer. Even though he was warned about this road, he still takes it. Spiteful and clever, he'll do anything he can to get even. To be heard. But he's also one to believe wholeheartedly in his friends and family. Huntleigh adores his grandparents, Sean and Shule, as well as his sister Astrid and his friend Rottenpaw. Huntleigh will do whatever he can to protect and help them, no matter the consequences. Or if he won't, another persona of his will. But he can't defeat the monster he made on his own. It's far bigger than anyone expected and is about to lead him down a dark dark path.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]SONGBIRD EERIE
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‣ Parents: text ‣ Siblings: text ‣ Kits: text ‣ Blood: text ‣ Family Tree Relation: text
[attr="class","bulktext"]a white tom with clear blue eyes. You'd think with a name like Songbird, he'd be a kind of Cassanova. But no. Songbird is the shyest of his siblings, tending to hide behind any one of them in large groups or even in general. Not that it works since his stark white pelt stands out against the dark. Unlike Sunshine, he's perfectly content to spend his days in the tunnels, happy in his almost self made cage. He gives himself all sorts of rules and gets irrationally angry if he breaks one of them, even on accident. But also Songbird is one of the most honest and emotionally strongest cats you could befriend. Though he comes more alive when he's alone. And yeah, his singing is pretty good too.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]TUNDRA SILVIUS
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Guider Superior ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Maggotkit, Maggotpaw, Maggotmeat, Tundrakit
‣ Parents: Bluejay (faith) x Snakefang (pluto) ‣ Siblings: Sinfulatrocity (jadie), Soulessabomination (stardance), Dirtydivinity (racer), Fallengrace (flurry), Rottenfang (faith), Quiveringcoward (pluto), Brokenface (phantom), Mangledmind (honey) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Winter, 50% Sun ‣ Family Tree Relation: Direct Eerie
[attr="class","bulktext"]If nothing ever goes right, there's no reason to believe things would change. He was ready to be a throwaway character in a movie, one that is filmed to be sympathetic. Kind, strong in their convictions, maybe a little dumb but charming enough. And then the plot completely destroys them and everything they love. The worst part is there is no redemption, no promise for a happy future. Because it's already too late, because that character is dead, and now the protagonist takes on their burden. But there's no sympathy for that character, cause he was just a device, a ploy to pull at your heartstrings till they break. Tundra is still alive though and doesn't know what to do with his remaining time. His body is covered in pure white fur like a corpse covered in fallen snow. As he gets older, he will slowly start to grey; decay except for his chest, belly, and paws. Which was strange, especially since rigor mortis starts in the head. His hazy green reptilian eye is sunk into his skull, the other completely gone and leaving an empty hole in its wake. Tundra was the runt of his litter, the demon litter, and given the name Maggot by Wintrystar. Bluejay wanted him to be brave, but Tundra's misconstrued view of this ended up with him defying the clan and loosing his eye. With his eye came his defiance, and Maggotkit slowly fell into his role as a servant and a demon. And once he did, the ever staring eyes left him. But his mind still revolved around the things they said, slowly letting himself believe he is what they say he is. That he was a demon, a monster, not fit for society and that it was a mercy he was still alive. Even if he kept searching for a way out, none would show until that fateful gathering when he met his maternal grandfather, Lex, and he took the opportunity to leave Winterclan and go live in the Regime. But his past still haunts him, as he expects death or retribution at the smallest of infractions. As his anxiety over his mother Bluejay increases with each passing day. Tundra can be a little sassy if he's feeling exceptionally brave, but he's mostly a quiet and down to earth tom. While willing to give an ear to any sort of problem, he tends to give his opinion whether it's asked for or not. He's also oddly staunch in his beliefs on free will and anti-leadership for the Regime, but he would never speak up against Shule. He has far too much respect for her. He waits each day to die, only to suddenly become enrolled in learning how to heal. And now that he is learning, the cocktail of confusion and anxiety yet relief and comfort makes him feel like he's about to explode any second.
[attr="class","bulktext"]No matter how far one runs, there is no way to leave your shadow behind. It's either weightless or the heaviest burden of them all. Of course, for there to be a light to chase after, there must be a shadow to run from. It'd be hard to consider Beastsrefrain reborn, considering not much had changed with this new light. His white pelt got fluffier and longer, no longer held down by various paints. His face is dusted with a light orange, a bit like a burn that could never heal. Topped with baby blue eyes, clear windows into his soul. It was clear where he came from, maybe even who he was, from the moment he stumbled into Swiftclan territory. Moonlitnocturne, once Janus and Priest Promised of Sunclan, had thrown that life away for a chance to start anew. While it is clear it still haunts him, he's quickly proven his loyalty to Swift to where little question it. When you first meet him, he's an awkward mess. Stumbling over different personalities, even jumping to anger despite being quick to apologize. He wears his heart on his sleeve and it's easy to tell what he's thinking. While not very intimidating, there might be a time you see something snap in him. Very resistant to most change and religion, he's also rather self depreciating and doesn't view himself as very good despite his phenomenal fighting skills. You might here tidbits of his past of killing kits and drinking blood, but he will quickly say he's a changed tom. Whether that's completely true or not remains to be seen.
[attr="class","bulktext"]A knight of ice, cloaked in armor as white and bright as the blinding sun above us. Each point has been delicately dusted with light orange, like cinnamon sprinkled on top of a pile of whipped cream pancakes. But don't expect such sweetness from Dawnfrost. The only way your teeth will hurt from her is if she knocks them out. Overly rigid and orderly, she follows the rules first and her conscious second. Though she also tends to consider the needs of the many over the needs of the few. Picturing herself a knight from fairy tales of old, she is quick to jump into the fray to defend someone. Even if it doesn't help her, perhaps especially as she tends to be a little too concerned for others over herself. She tends to get in arguments with her littermates about who's right and who's wrong. When off duty, she's as icy as they come. Any emotion that manages to cross her face comes across as forced. Blunt to the point of being rude, she seems to live and die on hard truths. But even after winning an argument, only the smallest grin on her face would show she got any enjoyment out of it. Even her eyes reflect her ice knight status, a brilliant blue that's deeper than ice. What lurks under the water of this iceberg is uncertain, though it seems it'll take more than warmth to get her to melt.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Her fur is like the straw turned to gold, each strand shining in the light like a warm sunbeam. Even her eyes are gilded over, a shallow pool of honey. Not horribly deep, not that Pineapplebreeze minds. She was born in Fallclan, but became bored and moved to Swiftclan to be with her friend, Swiftriver. And that's exactly the kind of cat she is, one prone to listen to her whims than anything else. It's hard to get her down, mostly because she'll ignore you if you try to. Pineapplebreeze is very convinced of her convictions, tending to push them down her friend's throats. She's rather shallow, leaning towards those with good looks or status. Her dreams of having a huge friend group and being popular would be a lot easier to achieve if she wasn't so pushy. While not overly suspicious, she does wonder what kind of tricks cats have and beg them to tell her. Especially if they get her out of work. Even if she's supposed to be helping Swiftclan, she treats the clan like her new vacation spot. But does anyone really mind? Probably not. Pineapplebreeze has an odd sense of charm to her, making her hard to hate. But also hard to love. So when she finds a genuine friend, she sticks to them like glue. Strong enough to rip her away from everything she once knew.
[attr="class","bulktext"]a blonde and white she-cat with golden eyes. Despite her cute appearance, Dandelionfleece is very sassy, feisty, stubborn, and hot-tempered. However, despite her rough interior, at her core, she is devoted and loyal to those she loves, and will eventually come to terms with those she initially resents, should they prove themselves worthy of her friendship. She is also intuitive and quick on her feet, always thinking outside the box and coming up with new and unusual ways to do things making her look odd compared to her sisters. She's also one to take great care of her appearance, and you can even spot her looking at herself in a lake if you're lucky.
Abaddon: yawns Anemoneshade: bites lower lip Beastsrefrain: pacing Blackthornfate: unsheathing and sheathing her claws Bluereflection: unable to stop talking Cinderwolf: clenching her jaw Cloudlagoon: nods Dandelionfleece: hiccups Dawnfrost: biting claws Deathreign: scoffs Duskfable: cracks his neck Evangeline: touching her ribbon Fawnhysteria: scratches himself Flickeringvixen: voice gets louder Funk: sight starts to black out Goldenphantom: laughs Heavenlyarctic: pulls at the fur around her paws Huntleigh: makes himself bigger Kassandra: can't make eye contact Liondynasty: turning his body away Lorelei Manina: avoids eye contact Luca: grinds his teeth Molemound: looking around constantly Nereus: licks lips repeatedly Odddream: feeling dizzy Peppermintkiss: clicking his claws together Pineapplebreeze: wagging her tail Princecharming: voice goes up octave Rabbitrun: bounces her leg Ravenisland: paw stirs the ground Rosalia: draw circles on their leg or the ground Sioux: rubbing her eyes Smolderingcomet: tears up Sunnysmiles: stutters Tundra: makes himself smaller Undeadecho: clicks his teeth Vantanoir: smiles Veiledstory: unable to break eye contact Venti: biting the inside of his mouth
Noblefire - Innate - Astral Trapping : Posesses the ability to hear and touch ghosts but cannot see them. Able to banish spirits back to their heavens or binding their souls into objects
Cloudlagoon - Innate - 100% Muscle Usage : It is triggered by adrenaline and some toms are much more sensitive to it than others. It’s not easily controlled by the user’s choice but is possible with a lot of practice. Increased strength & speed. Note: This ability is NOT super strength. It simply maximizes what the body is capable of doing; if the average cat only uses 20-30% of their muscles, this ability makes it possible to use 100%. Increased aggression. Pain delay: Wounds incurred when frenzied are numb until out of this state. These cats are far more likely to sustain major injuries when in this state due to the inability to feel their bodies natural signals to stop. With extended use, maximally exerting one's muscles may eventually damage and deteriorate their musculoskeletal system. It accelerates lactic acid build-up, tiring the user faster.
Ravagedreaper - Cursed - Death Shadow : Ravagedreaper's shadow is able to kill the things that it comes into contact with with it's claws. Since the shadow has a mind of it's own, it will not kill whatever it comes in contact with right away. While Ravagedreaper can control it, it takes a massive amount of energy that leaves him comatose for at least a whole day, leaving the shadow to do what it wants. The shadow's personality is a mystery, but it is ravenous and sadistic, as it will only kill those that Ravagedreaper does not want it too. Weaknesses: The shadow can only kill if it is distinguishable from other shadows. So if it's in the forest and you cannot tell it apart from the trees, it cannot strike. Also, if there is no source of light, the shadow doesn't exist and can't act.
Fawnhysteria - Demon - Body Switch : The user can swap bodies with any of his three identical siblings. // Weakness: His siblings can also swap to his body without permission.
Lorelei Manina - Demon - Bad Influence : Cats in a 5 foot radius of her will slowly loose their inhibitions, potentially becoming capable of things they weren't able to before such as murder and violence. // Weakness: It affects Lorelei's mental development but is not the primary reason behind her behaviors. It just exemplifies them. It's also fairly slow and will take a good target to get to the point where they would murder
Nereus - Experimental - ?
Huntleigh - Innate - Nullification: Anyone or anything with elemental, enchanted, or magical abilities are unable to use said abilities with the user around. The range of this ability starts at a five feet perimeter at birth, but every moon they age it grows a foot longer in range. // Weakness: User has no control over this ability, it is constantly in use
[attr="class","rngwlvsrelationships2"]CATS WITH DISORDERS / DISABILITIES
Thymetravel: Delusions? idk if he counts Duskfable - Schizophrenia, Klinefelters Undeadecho - Short Term Memory Loss Heavenlyarctic - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Funk - Psychopathy Lorelei Manina - Underdeveloped thanks to Childhood Trauma Tundra - Malnutrition Dawnfrost - Autism Odddream - Weak Immune System
[attr="class","rngwlvsrelationships3"]OCs vs. Adoptables
[attr="class","chrnamebig"]cool art people have drawn for me
seriously thank you so much to anyone who drew or asked for things to be drawn for me. check out the artists. click on the link next to the artists to get a better quality
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 11, 2020 16:59:39 GMT -5
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Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 24, 2020 13:04:40 GMT -5
hey star star, can you do me a solid and do this somewhere else? thanks
you really got nothing better to do with your time, huh?
you can't kill me, i'm a bad molly
hey star star. can i vent for a moment?
have you ever really struggled with making spaghetti?
bro. bro. starstar. i'm not ignoring you. just talk to me man
what if we kissed in the haunted character thread and we were both ghosts?
okay okay. no kissing. got it. so like, you got any hobbies?
ah killing people. okay okay. i can relate. i really like uh playing video games. you ever heard of Genshin Impact?
let me tell you about it. it's an adventure gacha game that's available on PC, Mobile and Playstation. you play as the Traveler, who has lost their twin and now have to explore a new world and meet new people. i really like uh Barbara. she cute.
nah Barbara is like a cleric. not a warrior. she sings and heals people and she has twintails. A+ character design imo
anyway, i'm getting tired bro. i think i'm gonna hop off for the night. but like hmu tomorrow? i think just giving you my discord would be easier than going thru all this but like, lemme know okay.
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