CEZRA
"For the wages of sin is death, my son," his father'd said, and when the senior peered into his junior's eyes, Cezra felt a fear of death for the very first time. He soon learned that there are far worse things than death. He endured beatings and abuse by day, and by nightfall his father would have sobered up enough to drag him down to their prayer pool, beside which his father would weep, all that was left of his legacy a bastard son. He couldn't stand to look at his son any longer, Cezra's mirthful eyes a hideous reminder of his mother's betrayal.  It was because of those long, repentant nights staring into that pool, apologizing to his fractured reflection--a sinful, disgraceful reflection, his father'd said--for his involuntary existence, that Cezra can no longer stand the sight of himself. He is sin disguised in tabbied fur and mirthless eyes, honoring nothing but his sacrilegious soul. The wages for sin is death, but now he knows: There are far worse things than dying.

i fixed some things i didn't like about cezra's bio!

ESHEK

A tall, long-legged she-cat with dusty white fur, mousy grey-brown Siamese markings, and wide, manic, dark blue eyes. She was born in the League to a father who resented her from the moment she first drew breath, blaming her for her mother dying in childbirth and the rest of her litter being still-born. Her early life, though treated with the prestige and cold privilege of having been born to a good family, was a lonely, tortured thing for the simple crime of having been born at all. It left her with a desperate ache for the mother she never knew; a circus queen, a silver screen diva, a party animal alive in screaming colour, getting high and chasing tail, deep down she was just a girl without a mother. When she was nine moons old, already the finest torturer the League had ever seen, she murdered her father and his newest litter; she only spared one of the kits, her half-brother Lorah who she raised somewhere between a faux mother, a big sister, and someone who wanted nothing to do with him, though she secretly cared for him deeply and was plagued by guilt for how she brought him up. It inevitably left him unhinged and with a deep, obsessive attachment to his sister. As a torturer in the Punishment District, shortly after meeting the loner and new Shaman who would eventually become Funk E'tan and her mate, she was promoted against her will to Foreign Affairs Proxy at almost the same time Funk was thrust into the role of Nemesis; they ascended together and were as close as soulmates, king and queen, a pair made in Hell. It’s difficult to tell whether she was quietly good at her paper-pushing job - or just genuinely did no work at all, just using the position she’d never wanted as an excuse to lounge in her marble suite. Then, one morning, heavily pregnant with Funk's kits, she was exploring on the glass roof of the Mansion and fell. She died; two years later, but a split second for her, she gasped back to life. Her kits had died inside her; her best friend - her mate - had grieved and moved on, becoming someone she hardly recognised; the League had left the Mansion; everything was gone. Broken and grieving and lost, she fled to DayClan to be with her best friends, Lucistic and Innocentia, the only remnants of the life she’d once had. But she was always a League cat at heart, and though she holds a deep, almost reverent love for DayClan for taking her in, she spends most of her time beyond their borders, hanging around League territory and befriending Bermondsey - they're a pair no one can puzzle out, not even themselves, though he tries desperately to insist she’s an annoying burden and she spends most of their time together bullying him. When Regulus E’tan offered her the position of Internal Affairs Proxy, despite her animosity towards him for what she saw as usurpation of Funk’s rightful role, she couldn’t say no - and it meant she finally got the District she’d been born in and that she’d always wanted, Punishment. At the end of the day, all she wants is to love and be loved. She lives a double life in DayClan as the maverick Carriondare.

INTERNAL AFFAIRS PROXY

PLAYED BY FOX

i'll fill out the mate log in a bit xx

ALIO
RPED BY STRAWBERRYCUPID || EXTERNAL AFFAIRS
Look man I'll get you a better bio in like a few days. But it late and I am tired. Alio is a silver somali cat with dark brown eyes. Flirty. Big dommy mommy energy. Bad with authority but they make it work. Has big witch cat vibes.
HUNTER
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AMARU
RPED BY DELROWE || INTERNAL AFFAIRS
A charcoal grey tom with bright yellow eyes and a lanky frame. What he lacks in physical prowess, he makes up for in wit. Amaru is a smooth talker and can persuade almost anyone with his charm. Some despise him, most find him incredibly annoying. Either way, Amaru couldn’t care less about what other cats think of him. It’s hard to know if he’s genuine, even he doesn’t know most of the time. The tom is very close with his sister, Juno. The two are polar opposites but family is important to the both of them. He’s a jokester and would rather spit out one liners than to have real and deep connections with other cats. Amaru is not a dependable friend or a close ally, he is the cat to call for a quick and dirty mission. He does his job and that’s it. Emotions are not at play with him because he doesn’t allow them to nestle their way into his heart and mind. It’s a lonely life, but it’s one where he can guarantee no heartbreak and no ulterior motives with his loyalty in the League. The only cat that could ever sway him is his sister, Juno.
HUNTER
MATE LOG: Doing right after I post!

JUNO
RPED BY DELROWE || EXTERNAL AFFAIRS
A silver grey she-cat with icy blue eyes and a sturdy, athletic build. She is the opposite of her brother, Amaru. She is quiet and calculating. Her mind is completely focused on the League. Juno is intelligent and precise in her battle. She is a skilled fighter and will slice a cat’s throat without hesitation. She is so deeply loyal and cares so much for the cats in the league that she is reckless with her life at times. Juno will happily sacrifice her life for any old member. She is friendly but shy and awkward in most social situations. She craves approval and praise and that fact drives her. Her brother berates her for her blind impulses but is always there to save her when she needs it.
HUNTER
MATE LOG: Doing right after I post!

GENEVIEVE-CHAN
ROLEPLAYED BY IAN
A white she-cat with yellow eyes. the quietest of the group of she, Emeline, Demetrius, Ronan and Nicomedes. Often observes before speaking or acting, looks at the bigger picture. Shy and timid, she's often hanging behind, waiting for something to happen first before acting. Quiet and a good listener. More mature than the others in the group, and therefore can sometimes take the maternal role. Naturally intuitive, has a talent for spotting lies and discrepancies. Determined and stubborn when she makes a decision, will go to any lengths to defend it. Easily annoyed by how reckless other cats can be, and when others put her/her siblings in danger, she has a scary side that comes out.
kitten
doin' shortly

DOMINIC-CHAN
ROLEPLAYED BY DELROWE
Everything is all about Dominic. He wants to be the center of attention and will do anything to make sure all eyes are him. He is the troublemaker, the class clown, and the one you hate to love. Dominic is arrogant, even when he has nothing to back his word up. He's always hoping others won't call his bluff because the truth is, he isn't very skilled in much of anything. He is very persuasive, however. He has a sharp tongue and can and will start an argument with anything that speaks. Despite all of these less desirable qualities, if you can stomach him long enough, Dominic is a wonderful and very loyal friend. He will always root for you, and be there for you any time day or night. He is a fluffy white and grey tom with bright green eyes. Dominic is the middle-born of Sarah, Maria, Rose, and Alphonse. Son of Trish.
YOUNGLING

BELLAMY
RPED BY ash || INTERNAL
Just when they thought that Katie's line was gone, somehow she always works her way back into Primal Instinct, even if it is simply her children. It was laughable, almost, whenever Bellamy heard the rumors that her children were dead. Of course, this arrogant tom had to come back and prove them wrong. So the black and white tuxedo tom made his way back to Primal Instinct, his sharp green eyes filled with a dark desire. It was time for him to wreck havoc on them once more. It would be advisable to stay out of his way.
Hunter
Straight + Single

KIER-KUN
RPED BY FOX || INTERNAL AFFAIRS
A slight, skinny black tom with seething grey eyes. He's bony, weak, and has large fennec fox ears. All his life, he’s been underestimated and cast aside, a lackey to his perfect sister and a punching bag to his charismatic brother. His short pelt is littered with scars and he’s developed a hunched way of standing and walking, having learned making himself small and insignificant is the best way to weasel his way out of his brother’s sadistic cruelties. But none of this has left him merciful or gentle; it’s turned him slimy and toady, submissive on the surface and venomously jealous on the inside, a tinderbox waiting to ignite. Far from the injustices of his youth making him insecure, he’s a latent narcissist, believing himself above everyone around him. He hates his brother viciously and resents his sister. Though both his siblings believe him to be stupid, he’s uniquely gifted at twisting illusion and reality, rumour and misunderstanding, deception and truth - with useless claws and no fighting skill to speak of, he’s learned, quietly, that his best weapon is the words he can twist and poison. He’s a bit of a yandere and is good at gaslighting, though he perhaps believes himself to be a little cleverer than he actually is. Once he fixates his attentions on you, you’d best run. He has a nervous twitch that comes out when he’s particularly riled up or excited by his own scheming; it mainly affects his head. His voice is quiet and obsequious, often fawning, though he has a deadpan, biting sense of humour when his true self occasionally slips through the snivelling veneer. Violence and cruelty inflicted on others by others - especially the drawn-out, slow kind - send a quiver up his spine; they’re the finest foreplay, and he loves to watch. He considers everyone around him to be base and stupid, driven by some instinct he himself is above and easy to manipulate. His treatment of friends and family forms the tragedy of all their lives; they trust him, and he holds them in contempt. He can be quiet, head bowed, strategically dumbing himself down; and, mostly while alone, he can be psychopathically unhinged and acidicly jealous, at times possessing a special brand of dramatic, incendiary flair. He loves to line metaphorical dominoes up in a row and see how they fall, watching with a darting-eyed sort of reverent glee. In a word, he’s brutal precisely because he looks so submissive and harmless. He has the true makings of a killer about him. An Iago, but maybe this time he slips out into the streets of Cyprus and leaves the carnage upon the bed.

TRAINEE
bisexual + single

audrey i hate you

LAOISE
RPED BY WOOF
For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned. For the Lord said, "Let there be light," and Laoise was born into the world. Her golden eyes see the world in the same black and white as her pelt is; there is only what is good, and what is not. Born upon the loch, she was chosen at a young age, to be the enactor of the god's will, to follow her higher consciousness and to see only the truth. She wasn't just the sword of the Lord, but his gavel as well. Perhaps that was why she always followed her convictions so clearly; she believes in the purity of her judgment, seeking all who have sinned and fallen short of the glory of god, and bringing them back into the light. Laoise naturally seems to have a good grasp upon one's character; she seems to be able to see through others in a way, understanding where their motives lay even with the murky waters of the lies and deceit one uses to pretend they're someone they're not. Perhaps that's why others seem to naturally trust her judgment so easily too; the way she analyses a situation makes it hard for someone to lie to her and get away with it. While it may seem like she's only good and pure, many misunderstand this by thinking she's innocent, without blood on her paws. Judgment makes no discernment about emotions; it only tells you who deserves to live and who does not. After all, she was sent to this earth for one reason, and it is to destroy the devil, wherever he may be. She doesn't flinch and she doesn't waver; she is certain of who she is and what she's meant to be. For when judgment day comes, one will surely see the fiery wings of Laoise, like a seraphim, descending upon the earth like the wrath of god. Bio written by audreh.

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